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Today was the day Rye was going to die.

He knew it, but such knowledge didn't make the situation any easier to handle. It wasn't even like he had much to live for. Living on the street for years, a run in with the law that would have had his head left him with no choice but to flee into the forest, where he figured he could at least avoid an executioner's axe. How foolish he was to think he could survive in the forest. Winters in the city weren't pleasant, but the buildings kept the whistling winds at bay as long as one stayed within alleys. Dumpsters provided food to eat, and enough paper to burn to keep warm. The forest had none of that. Rye had tried, Rye had tried hard to adapt and overcome and carve out a little squalor life to call his own, but cold nights and a lack of nutrition had left him with an aching in his chest that wouldn't go away. When he coughed, his fingers were painted crimson, and a few days later he could no longer walk, and had settled down next to a lake that might make for a peaceful final resting place. As if to commemorate the occasion, nature had decided to warm the winds and let the sun out from behind the clouds for the first time in weeks. It was nice. Not that he wanted to die, but, things could have been worse. He closed his eyes passively, a tear running down his cheek, as his entire body was racked by a series of coughs that left his chest aching.

Weakly tilting his head up, eyes barely open, his vision of the blue lake was suddenly only white. He blinked, slightly confused by such a sight, until the whiteness before him shifted and he instead found himself looking into a blue eye that was nearly the size of his whole head. The white Flammie backed away, blinking twice, and then leaned its head forward, sniffing gently at the human who suddenly coughed. The Flammie looked down to his bare hand, seeing the crimson on his fingers, and if it was possible for such a creature to frown, it did just then.

"Is there anything I can do?"

Rye looked to the white Flammie, confused at the smooth, soothing voice that had come out of its beak. Such a calm, beautiful voice; like a breeze of wind blowing through a chime. The voice twinkled, if a voice could. It wasn't a real voice, just as it wasn't a real Flammie. Rye assumed he was running a fever and delusional and any moment now he would pass away and that would be that. But the tongue that brushed over his face was warm and inviting, and a rare smile crossed his lips.

"I can smell the death on you," the Flammie said. "Please, is there anything I can do?"

Rye weakly reached a hand forward to the Flammie, and stroked her long muzzle. She was so warm, and soft, and somehow Rye wondered if the Flammie's presence had caused nature to give him this beautiful day. "I'm Rye," he said weakly.

"Seryn," the Flammie said softly, and her warm, slightly wet tongue brushed over Rye's face once more. "I... I can sing, perhaps. I can sing a song that might ease your pain. If you would like... only if you would like. I would never, I would understand if you didn't want to but it might help you."

Rye chuckled softly. In two bites, the creature could devour his thin and withered body, and yet her voice quivered like that of a baby kitten. Rye stroked her cheek like a kitten's, and was rewarded with a soft purr. "I would love to hear your song," he said gently. Even if this was just a delusion, he was happy for the company. It was better than dying alone.

Seryn backed away several feet, and then moved forward, and then back, trying to decide what was the very best distance to stand from the human. She could smell his life fading, though. She could sense his soul gripping tight to the flesh shell, not yet ready to pass but being dragged by unseen forces. She lowered her rear to the ground, and then her chest, folding her legs neatly beneath her and spread her wings out to her sides, shielding Rye from the sun and the wind. Sucking in a deep breath, filling her lungs, she began to sing.

Not sing like a human might, she was simply making sounds: purrs, growls, gentle whispers that didn't signify words. But still she sang, easing every hum and murmur, shaping her beak and using her tongue to form the sounds that eased their way between her lips. Rye could feel the fever burning his scalp and making him sweat, but he imagined he could see the song notes slipping out of her throat and floating towards him, embracing him gently before they dissipated with the winds.

Rye suddenly reached forward, and spat a wad of phlegm and blood into his lap. Another wheeze and hack, and he turned to his side to vomit a stream of goo and red onto the grass. When he could finally stop, he rolled onto his side and began to crawl away, soon finding a clean tree to lean against. Seryn had followed his crawl, and lay down in front of him, staring at him. "How do you feel?" she asked.

Rye sighed. "I'm dying, Seryn. I can feel it, creeping into my chest, making my lungs heavy and hard to breath. I... I almost want to know if you could... could make it quick but I don't want that. I want to stay alive as long as I can. Savor every moment, especially now that I have such a beautiful woman in front of me."

Seryn licked him softly once more. "There... there is one thing, little one. There is... uhm... well... There is one thing that... That... uhm... we could... we could together... You would have to..."

A wet cough made her jump. Rye retched forward, holding his chest, tears running down his cheek. She took a deep, nervous breath, and said, "I might be able to save you. It's... an extreme method, but one that is in the legends of my people. I can give you a new life, imbue with you my strength. But first you must be reborn."

Weakly, painfully, Rye managed to lift his head and gaze up at the creature. "Whatever you can do, please."

"Th-there aren't... I can't guarantee that anything will happen. It... I'm a virgin and I've never done this and... I... you might end up worse than you are now... and..."

"Please, whatever it takes," he said quickly. Was it shameless, the way he cowered from Death's approaching grasp? Or was it brave to try anything he could for the chance of life, to raise an erected middle finger at the Reaper? At the moment, it didn't matter. His life may have been cold and miserable, but it was his life, his endless struggle that he would not give up for anything.

Seryn turned, as if to walk away, and Rye felt his heart plummet. Not only that she would deny him the secret to another life, but that he would be alone in these final moments. She turned until her tail end was facing him, and then lowered onto her belly, as she had before to get comfortable enough to sing. Carefully, she folded her wings above her, and rolled onto her back rather awkwardly. Lifting her four legs into the air, spreading her wings out to her side so she wouldn't tip over, and lowering her tail flat to the ground, she looked down the vast expanse of her underside and to Rye, who was gawking rather dumbly at the sight. "Y-You have to... uhm... You have to be reborn..."

In contrast to her pure white fur and feathers, her underside was covered in orange-brown scales. Breaking up the monotony of brown was a pink puckered hole that rested cutely just under her tail, and of course there was the slit of pink that ran over her groin, which faced him at the moment. Her blue eyes stared at him intently, unsure what he would do. She tried to read his face, but could only imagine he felt disgust and horror at what she had offered, even if she did just want to help. She was just bringing her wings in and lifting her tail, preparing to roll over onto her front, when she noticed him push off the tree. So weak, he couldn't even stand, and instead he crawled on all fours towards the white creature that was just before him. She stared at him, using her forepaws to push against the ground, and crunching her stomach so she could just see past her groin and look down at the little human that was approaching her. The lump of her belly and hips obscured her vision, however, as he grew closer and closer, and soon she could only see his back end and feet.

She couldn't see him, and so she was taken by surprise when she felt a sudden touch against her warm, pink lips. Just one finger, gently stroking them, curious about them. His fingers were cold, and kept making her wiggle and jump, but she lay back flat and used her wings to keep her from falling. He fingered her, poked her, stroked up and down and then pressed his whole hand inside. She was absolutely massive compared to him, but he was still puzzled how he could possibly fit inside her like this. Lifting to his knees, he held both hands tightly together and slipped them inside her warm nethers. Then, with what strength he had, he spread his arms and gently eased the two tight lips apart. Seryn helped how she could; stretching her rear legs apart to open herself to him. She was relieved when Rye eased her lips closed and allowed her a moment to rest, though the only reason he did was because he felt a wheeze building up inside him. He stained her thighs with crimson before he sat back, and just stared at the warm, inviting lips that were quivering before him.

"Are you OK?" he asked. "I mean, if I die, I'm already dead. But would you be..."

Seryn shifted nervously on her back. "I... If... If there is something I can do, then I would do anything. I don't want to see someone die, especially if I can save them. Please... it's alright."

Once more, Rye looked forward, to the appealing curve of her nethers, the soft pink a stark contrast to the dark of her underbelly. She warm, and despite the heat of the day, there was a shiver in the pit of his stomach. Her vagina was so inviting and warm, so sweet and tender and when he pressed his face against her lips, he felt the warmth wash over him. Pulling his head away so he could breathe, he once more touched her gently with both hands. Then, calling on whatever strength his withered body could muster, he began to push her lips apart.

Seryn's hiss soon succumb to a purr, and she wiggled side to side before she finally settled down. She spread her rear legs as wide apart as she could and braced herself, sucking in a deep breath as she felt Rye hold her lips open and press his face forward once more. It was a tight squeeze against her inner walls, and felt oddly pleasant. She tried to control herself, as she began to purr, and his cheeks gently brushed against her insides. There was a delightful bit of friction from his short beard and stubble, how it brushed against her inner walls, made her squeeze which only made it feel better. Naughtily she closed her legs, just slightly, but enough that she could feel the bulk of his skull before she spread her legs again to let him in deeper.

As careful as he could, he slipped his hand into the warm cavern that was squeezing his head. He used his elbows to widen her, although she was still remarkably tight, and it was only with several wiggles and squirms that he managed to slip his arm all the way into her. Fingers spread, he groped and grasped, as if hoping to find something that might help him pull himself inside. Instead, there was only the smooth, gripping walls of her hungry tunnel, otherwise, there was nothing. Just an empty void that called to him. Squirming and struggling, he slowly slipped deeper. One hand was outside of her, pushing against the ground. The other was inside, stretched out, blindly pawing in the darkness.

Seryn hadn't been lying when she said she was a virgin. Not even a hesitant tongue had ever stretched down between her legs, which meant the significant bulk of the man inside her was the first she had ever felt. To say it left her breathless would be an understatement, and it was good she was on her back, because how her legs were quaking she would never have been able to stay up through this. She felt his stretched hand push and stroke her inner walls, and suddenly her whole body clenched, dragging him inside. She panicked, worried that he might have been hurt, but he didn't seem to be struggling at all. Was that good or bad?

It was good, in fact. Rather than clenched to death, Rye took a moment to simply enjoy the warm embrace. It was cramped, but having spent so many years in the open streets or woods, there was something deeply pleasurable about being squeezed so tight, embraced on every side by a touch of warmth. He was up to his hips now, and carefully pulled his other hand inside her. Using what strength he had in his upper body, he used his elbows to push the tight walls apart, and kicked his feet weakly to try and crawl inside. His toes scraped against the grass, his nails bending back as he struggled and kicked, so desperate to crawl inside the warmth.

Seryn opened her mouth to say something, to ask if Rye was alright, but all that came out of her lips was a long, drawn out purr. She had always wondered what it would feel like to have a mate explore down there, but Rye was far larger than any male's penis. And the way he wiggled and squirmed, the way he elbowed and kneed his way farther and deeper, pushing and pounding against her walls. The deeper he went, the stronger his struggles, as if he was already receiving the benefits of her womb. She looked at her belly, feeling how deep he was, and then feeling as his foot touched down inside her.

Her beak slowly closed. The bulk moved farther inside her, and eventually it was completely dark for the man. But Rye knew which way was forward, and no matter how tight it became, he pressed on, soon reduced to slithering forward on his belly. His hand was already ahead of him, feeling the way through the moist walls, and finally his hand brushed through open air. The thought of Seryn's womb gave him hope, and with renewed vigor he began to squirm and struggle, wiggling furiously until his arm and head had broken through the tight walls and were now in the open space of her empty womb. He didn't ponder how he could breath. The air was thick and heavy, but existed, and he began to squirm and fight to bring his other arm inside her.

Seryn was struggling to remain on her back, afraid that if she rolled over Rye might somehow be hurt. She did not like being on her back though, finding it uncomfortable, but what made it near impossible was how the little one inside her kicked and squirmed and fidgeted and wiggled, sending waves of lightning through her. She kept roaring and growling, or whimpering and purring, barely able to keep still. Finally, when the bubbling bliss was too much, she rolled onto her back and lifted her tail, dreaming that a male Flammie would come over and push Rye the rest of the way in.

Rye was making it on his own though, and once both arms were inside her womb, he placed them down at the rim of her entrance. With all his might, he pushed, and slid his lower body inside, landing with a loud splash on the warm, pulsating floor of the Flammie's insides. It was so warm in here, and the subtle noise of heartbeats, flowing blood, and the distant purrs were all lulling him to a rest. He stroked the wall around him, and pulled his legs close to his chest, relaxing with his eyes closed. He felt stronger now, and the scratch in his throat that made him cough and wheeze had all but disappeared. "Thank you," he said softly, though he was not sure that Seryn could hear him.

Seryn softly rubbed her hips, feeling the squirming body in her womb. "Hush, little one," she whispered. "Sleep..."

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Rye had never felt a sleep so peaceful. He could have been dead, deep within the pulsating womb of the Flammie. For her part, Seryn did not move much. She slowly and carefully curled into a little ball, mimicking how Rye was sleeping inside her. Sometimes, throughout the night, she rubbed her belly idly, feeling the bulge of the little human inside her, just to assure her he was still there. She was pleasantly full in a way she had never known, and several times she was gripped with an erotic shiver.

When the sun was up and she felt fully rested, she yawned and slowly got to her feet. In doing so, the body within her shifted and slammed against her walls, making her whine several times, and also rousing Rye from his sleep. He gently pushed against her walls to let her know he was awake, and then tenderly stroked her inside womb.

"H-how are you feeling? Uhm... p-push once for better... t-twice for... no?"

She went stock still, waiting for some sort of sign, and then felt a firm push against her wall. She waited several minutes, breathless, dreading a second push, but it never came. She gave a deep sigh of relief. "Uhm... You should probably get out."

She felt several pushes within her, and giggled slightly. Lifting her tail, and spreading her rear legs wide apart, she lowered her upper body to the ground and waited. "Come on, Rye. You can... uhm... w-well, you can climb back in t-tonight, if you want I mean."

She waited, breathing steady, and soon felt the little body shifting within her, approaching her rear. It was easier than she thought. Climbing into her had been long and left her breathless, but it felt more natural for him to move out. No doubt she was looser, having just done this last night, but it also felt more natural. Her body reacted to pressing him out with pleasurable wave after wave that crashed over her. And of course, Rye was stronger now. He could easier press her walls apart and wiggle, using his new found strength. His hands slipped out of her lower lips, prying them apart with his elbows, and slide himself out. He landed comically on his back, looking up, straight at the quivering lips of Seryn's vagina.

Seryn turned carefully, not wanting to accidentally squish Rye's head under one of her large paws. She turned around in a tight circle, and when she was facing Rye again, she leaned her head down and softly licked his face. He was absolutely saturated in her juices, but it added a pleasant flavor to his already delicious skin, and he didn't seem to mind the tongue bath. When his face was clean, she stepped forward and attempted to clean his chest, but found his tunic clinging to his skin in the way. "I'm sorry," she said lowly. "I didn't realize you were wearing clothes. Now they're ruined."

"It's alright. I wouldn't have had the strength to remove them anyway, but now I feel like I can wrestle a bull!" Truth be told, he didn't even feel as if he needed the clothing anymore. He had somehow internalized the heat that had bathed him when he was inside her womb. Without really thinking, he peeled his shirt off his chest and threw it away. His pants followed, and nude he stood before her, though was more interested in himself. "I feel... I feel stronger. And it doesn't hurt anymore." Rye's once stringy build had put on muscle and fat. His rail thin arms and legs were now toned and chiseled, and just to savor the strength that was now pumping through his legs, he did several squats, and then push-ups. Before, a peering eye could count every rib poking angrily out of his chest. His stomach was so thin, his spine was practically visible. But now he looked better, fuller and healthier. He looked to Seryn, who looked down when their eyes met and backed away nervously, until Rye walked forward and wrapped his arms around her neck. He hugged her tight, resting his face in her neck and sighing. "Thank you so much, Seryn. By the gods, thank you."

Seryn nervously lifted one of her paws and placed it on his back. Gently, she pressed him forward, into her warm dark orange belly, squeezing him carefully. She was indescribably soft. Without really thinking, Rye found himself grinding gently against her, wiggling and rubbing his now bare front against her, humping softly. She started to giggle softly when she felt an odd poking in her belly.

She smiled, and stroked his back. He rested his head against her neck, listening to the purr that vibrated through his throat, and closing his eyes he just relaxed. "Rye," she asked softly. "Would you please... could you maybe lay on your back for me? I... I have an idea... I want to try something."

Rye carefully backed away, just now noticing the rock hard erection that was poking out from between his legs. He didn't feel shameful, to be honest. He had given up such civilized concepts after so many years on the street. The only reason he ever wore clothes was to avoid the authorities or ward off the cold. There were no authorities out here, and he felt so warm...

He sat down carefully, and then lay on his back, propping himself up on his elbows so he could watch what Seryn had in mind. His erection was aimed toward to the sky, rigid and straight, jutting forward from his hips.

Seryn stared a long time, as if unsure of what came next. Without realizing, she had licked her lips, and slowly approached, taking each step with care. She settled onto her belly once more, now resting between Rye's long legs, as she lowered her mouth down slowly, and gave his erection an experimental lick.

He tasted of bitter musk. Perhaps his clothing had absorbed most of her juices, because she could not taste herself on him. There was only the savory flavor of human male. She licked her lips again, and then gave him another lick, this time taking the time to brush over his thighs, his testicles, up the flopping organ's underside and then down the top, savoring each bead of seed or sweat that clung to his skin. Rye wiggled and squirmed, starting to pant softly as the massive tongue continued to move up and down over his erection, which was now full and painfully erect. He wiggled and dug at the ground, shifting nervously and kicking as the slow, steady licks continued one at a time. A trickle of white spilled out of the shaft's tip, but was quickly licked up by the Flammie, who leaned back and took the time to savor all she had gathered in her mouth.

Rye was hoping that she would continue licking, but instead she scooted closer, before slowly lowering herself down. Rye felt the oddness of being smothered under her leathery skin. Despite that, her underside was as warm as her fur or womb, and he hardly minded having a large, living blanket resting over him, even if he was no longer plagued by cold. And the way Seryn wiggled and grinded, Rye assumed she wanted something else. At last she propped herself on her elbows, and lifted her head and neck, revealing that his aching shaft was now resting between Seryn's cute, perky breasts.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Rye asked, trying to wiggle to escape, but the weight of the Flammie on his legs was keeping him from moving much at all. And once Seryn took firm hold of her breasts, and pushed them together, squeezing the erection mercilessly between them, Rye found he didn't want to move back.

He still wiggled and shook, but that was from the intense pleasure that was rippling through him, as the smooth leathery skin squeezed and brushed against his shaft. Despite the appearance of leather, Seryn's underbelly was as smooth as silk, and yet there was just the right amount of friction against his shaft to cause a steady stream of white cream to ooze out of the slit. The sticky cream that oozed out splashed upon the cavern of her breasts, making his wiggles and thrusts that much more delightful.

He tilted his head back, arching his back and lifting off the ground as he humped suddenly. Seryn squeezed her breasts tight, so tight that Rye's erection began to turn purple from the lack of blood flow. The trickle of white cream ceased as well, from how tight Seryn was squeezing it between her two gorgeous mounds. Rye wiggled and squirmed, panting louder and louder, eyes clenched shut, jaw going tight. He began to heave and breath hard, clawing at the ground as the pressure continued to build inside his penis, his testicles gradually swelling from the pent up load.

Seryn released her breasts, and an explosion of white cream shot forward, out of the shaft. Rye humped hard into the air, thrusting himself against the yielding flesh of the two grand boobs. His white cream shot so far, it splashed onto his jaw and face, coating him in his own cream. He gasped, and humped again, another spurt shooting out and hitting him square in the face. He sucked in a breath, and then released harder, another spurt ripping out of his body and splashing onto both himself and the boobs that so efficiently embraced him.

Rye was still spurting when he finally relaxed and lay down, eyes feeling heavy. His erection soon stopped it's shots, but continued to dribble a steady stream of cream out of him, forming a pool on his belly. His erection was still hard, he could feel the heavy weight and heat resting on his hips. It had been years since he last pleasured himself, and his body was already eager for more of the same. Seryn dipped her head and softly licked the coating of seed off Rye's face, making him chuckle.

When his face was clean, he blinked and looked up, to see a very pleading look across Seryn's face. Her lip was quivering, her eyes were half closed, and it looked as if she was going to cry. Rye reached up and softly stroked her cheek. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs, displaying the quivering lips of her vagina. "P-please..." she whimpered.

Rye crawled forward slowly, on all fours, slinking like a prowling animal. He placed his little hands on her hips as he climbed, slowly, gently taking each step until he was on all fours on her underside. He stroked her gently, and then took grip of her large, shapely breasts. They were sticky from the white cream that had spurted all of them, and just the right size for him to hold tight and brace himself for what was to come next. He slide backwards, resting his front against her so his still dribbling penis left a trail down her stomach, until he finally came to rest just before her warm, flesh lips.

He had crawled inside these same lips, so his erection slipped into her with little trouble. Hoping to sate her desires, however, he continued to press and wiggle, working himself back and forth slowly, and with each thrust he wiggled his hips until they were pressed inside her gripping muscles, the warmth now embracing his lower body on all sides. Gods, she was massive, and yet she was purring and whimpering like an eager kitten. He rested against her, hugging her around her plump belly as best he could. Her ample breasts came to rest on his crown, and lifting his head he could just lick at the scaly bulge.

Seryn placed a paw on his back, pressing him gently into her wonderful belly warmth. She wheezed and gasped for air, wiggling her hips and sometimes pushing herself upwards, desperate for the warmth inside her. Even if he was small, far from the size of a proper mate, it felt amazing. She had never done this before, and even the night before, she had not enjoyed the man sized bulk in this way. Now, she could tilt her head back, drooling, whining and begging for her sweet, handsome man to thrust inside her.

His thrusts suddenly grew more intense, more fevered. He gripped her tighter, hugging around her wide chest, and dug his toes into the ground. He rammed himself forward, the entirety of his hips slipping into the warm, gripping muscles. His upper thighs and lower belly were embraced by the warmth, and his upper torso was rubbing against her warm, scaly belly. He leaned his head up and softly kissed at the plump boobs that eclipsed his vision, and thrust himself forward one more time.

He felt a squirt of white wash out of him, making his body feel like it was burning up. Seryn tilted her head back and roared suddenly, her body shaking and her wings flapping as if she wanted to escape. She kept Rye closely pressed to her though, pressing him harder and harder into her belly and his hips harder into her groin, as if she desired to stuff him back into her womb. He wouldn't mind. He continued spurting, shooting splashes of white cream out of his long rod of flesh and into her, as her warm juice flooded out of her lips to meet him. The flood of cream washed over his groin and legs, making him so warm he could just close his eyes and go to sleep, if not for his desire to continue humping and grinding himself inside his lover.

When his dribbles finally slowed to a stop, he lay his head down and rested against her inflating belly. He fell to his knees, sliding down the warm leather, and when he stopped he began to softly kiss her warm, wet lips and the inside of her thighs.

Seryn simply lay there, feeling weak and exhausted, shaking slightly. The glorious afterglow when one loses their virginity, the tickling sensation that can only be had once... she lay there, savoring every tingle over her body. She didn't even notice as Rye got to his feet, and walked around to her. Lowering to his knees, he took her heavy head in his arms, and softly kissed her on the muzzle. She rested her head in his arms, eyes closed, just feeling him as he stroked over her and softly kissed her nose and lips. "I love you so much," he whispered, before setting his head down, and quietly walking off to let her rest in peace.

For a long time, she didn't move. She just lay there, breathing slowly. The tickles of afterglow refused to leave her, not that she minded in the slightest. To remain in this blissful state for all eternity, with her little human to keep her company...

She sat up, suddenly realized he was no longer there. On her feet in an instant, she lowered her head to the grass and began to sniff, searching for the scent that she had come to adore over the night. She sniffed the ground, and then the air, and suddenly noticing it on the shifting winds, she took off in that direction as fast as she could (which was pretty damn fast.)

And yet, for all her speed and desperation, she arrived too late.

A distance away, she noticed a bundle of black fur, and moving closer, she scented a male Flammie. His back was to her at the time, and despite her desperate search for Rye, she slowed down as she approached the male, her shyness returning in an instant. The male Flammie did not seem to notice her at first. He was making lewd gasps and snarls, drooling quite profusely, whining loudly. Walking around to the male's front, Seryn suppressed a yelp when she found the male's enormous penis laying on the ground before him, and the second half of a human's torso sticking out of the hungry slit. In the middle of the massive column of flesh that was the male's penis she could see a sizable bulge, the human's front half no doubt. His legs were kicking furiously, somehow trying to escape from the fleshy prison he was presently trapped inside.

"H-hello," Seryn whimpered. The male Flammie, whose eyes were closed and his head down, whined suddenly, and clenching his genitals, he slurped the kicking human in a few more precious inches.

"H-hell... Hello," Seryn said, slightly louder, and the male Flammie's eyes opened slowly, looking to her passively. His fur and feathers were a deep obsidian, to contrast Seryn's white. His eyes were crimson, like twin rubies that burned as they stared at her, making her sweat and feel nervous, and embarrassed about the scent of her womanhood that was radiating out of rear lips. Another vulgar slurp, and the human's torso had disappeared fully into the dribbling slit. Only his legs remained, but by how weakly they were kicking, it was clear he was running out of air.

"Busy right now," the male Flammie said passively. "But if you give me a few more minutes, I can finish off with you. This humans a nice appetizer, but I would like a proper mate as the main course."

"Th... that..." She took a few steps back and lowered her head. "Th-that's my... human. H-his name is R-rye."

A drawn out slurp made her whimper and shiver, and now up to his knees, Rye's feet no longer squirmed, his legs no longer kicked.

"He's mine now," the male said, with a shrug, and then shivered as he felt the human's head pass into his scrotum. "Sorry."

"B-but..." Seryn began to whimper and gasp. The male clenched his jaw tight, as he sucked in a deep breath, and dragged the human's feet past his tip. Seryn, with tears in her eyes, watched as the bulge of Rye slipped through the pulsating flesh tunnel of the male's penis. The bulge slowly but surely made its way through the column, eventually disappearing into the male's scrotum, which had expanded several times its size to accommodate a full grown man. Seryn could see twitches and wiggles and pushes from within, but those were quickly dying down.

"I... I want him back!" Seryn said screamed.

The black male rolled onto his front. He sat on his rear and pushed his front up with his forelegs, his still engorged shaft and swollen testicles pushed out in front of him in a rude display. "There's nothing to give back, darling. I can already feel it; his little body is getting broken down, changed into my seed. Oh... gods it feels amazing."

"B-but... but... he's... he's my mate!"

The black male sighed and panted, wiggling his hips slightly and looking to her. "I'm sorry," he said, with a touch of sincerity in his voice. "I didn't know. He smelled of...AH!... He smelled of a woman's love and... I got a little carried away. I can feel him, transforming, becoming my seed but... but there is one thing we can do," he said quickly, before she burst into tears. "He's changing, transforming into seed, becoming a part of me. And... he can become a part of you. I can smell the heat bubbling inside you."

He walked over, which was awkward to do given the massive weight in his testicles, but he managed, and softly licked over her face in an affectionate manner. "I'm Mana, by the way."

"S-seryn..."

Mana smiled softly. "Well Seryn, I have to say, you are the most beautiful Flammie I have ever laid eyes upon."

"T-thank you..."

"He's almost done now. He's almost finished changing." He nuzzled her, licked her very gently. "Would you like to?"

"I... I w-..."

Slowly, Mana walked around her, coming to stand behind. She folded her wings neatly and looked back, as he leaned forward and softly nuzzled her rump cheek. She was gasping in an instant, breathing quickly and wiggling and whimpering, as she felt the cold, wet nose and muzzle slowly slip between her cheeks and nuzzle against her puckered hole. A gentle, tender lick touched over furless crack almost made her collapse forward from a mixture of nervousness... and the tender pleasure that was touching over her sensitive vent.

She felt the weight of Mana's forepaws as he climbed onto her, slowly, gently. She braced her legs, trying to remain strong, and remain calm despite the breath that was ripping through her breasts. Mana continued to walk, eventually coming to rest with his forepaws just beneath her shoulder blades. Then, pushing his hips forward gently, he touched his eager erection to her furry rump cheeks. Devouring the human had aroused him, as it always had. Hundreds, if not thousands of creatures had met their fate, stuffed into his slit head first and left to wiggle all the way down, finally coming to rest in the prison of his scrotum. It left a burning desire in his loins, and now, finally, he could sate the hunger, and release all the excess cream that was boiling inside his swollen scrotum.

Seryn gasped suddenly, when she felt the warm erection slide down between her cheeks, and soon come to rest against the flesh lips of her vagina. She looked back, flapping her wings, trying to escape in nervousness and fear, but she felt the push of his groin against her, felt the swollen head of the eager erection press into her lips and she went stock still, eyes almost bulging out of her head.

"Seryn, I know you're worried. I know you're scared. Just trust me, please. I'll be gentle."

Seryn looked back at him, meeting his crimson eyes with her baby blue. She nodded weakly, telling herself that this was all for Rye, so he could be reborn proper, though she could not deny she felt a tingling in the pit of her stomach, a desire to be truly mated by the stud that was standing behind her. She could feel the warmth of his girth radiating behind her, warming her tail hole and buttocks and cheeks, and especially the lips that were eagerly nibbling and squeezing on his engorged head.

Mana did not want to hurt Seryn, but the urge to release his seed into a mate was overwhelming. He whined as he pressed his dribbling lips up against her warm sex, and felt the engorged head, the thickest part of his shaft, slip inside the threshold of her vagina. Instantly, she clenched so tight, it felt like his erection's head was in a vice. But when the pressure eased and he could push his shaft in deeper, the sense of bliss and warmth that washed over both was worth any amount of pain.

His testicles were still churning their contents into seed, and with each drop converted, the urge to release became greater. When her muscles clenched hard and remained tight, he bided his time and simply enjoyed the pressure on his swollen glans. But when she loosened, even slightly, he shoved himself forward with the strength of a bull's charge, shoving his girth into her and making her skid over the ground before her nails found purchase in the soil. He wanted to be as deep as he could, he wanted to press so hard her lips were right against his hips, and not a drop of his precious seed would escape her womb.

Seryn could not believe what she was feeling. It was as if every experience in the past night had been building to this. All her fun and joy with Rye had only been the tantalizing lead up to this; being fucked so hard by a male of her own species. One simple thought ached in her breast: why did she wait this long to finally do something?

She lowered her upper half, and rooted herself to the spot, digging her claws into the ground and resting her head down. Every hump slammed against her, and tried to knock her forward, but she stayed strong, feeling the girth shove its way deeper and harder inside. Soon, his massive testicles were even swinging, like twin pendulums, slamming their way against her legs. She could feel the cascading seed hidden inside the thick scrotum. Each time it slammed against her, she imagined Rye, inside them, just waiting to be released into his new home of her womb, and she pressed her hips back harder, craving the sweet release and rush of...

It came as a surprise when he humped forward, and suddenly she felt a spray of cream wash inside her. It was a full spray; a steady stream of his seed squirted directly into her womb. Such an intense spray, that rather quickly her large womb was filled to the brink with warmth, and yet it continued to spray inside her. She did not want a drop to escape, and simply sucked in her breath, closing her eyes, allowing her body to take it all in. She felt herself starting to stretch and expand. She felt the walls of her womb widen as she was filled, and jammed her claws into the ground, holding herself steady less the pressure that was ramming into her send her skidding across the ground. Her hips lifted into the air higher, her tail swayed side to side, and she let out a roar that would be felt for miles around. In one great flock, the birds of the trees all took the sky, frightened.

Seryn's body slumped, held up still by the rock solid erection that had plowed inside her. Slowly, Mana began to lower, carefully unlocking his legs and relaxing down, on top of Seryn but not hurting her. His erection was still dribbling a steady stream of cream into her womb, he wanted to make sure that every drop of cream stayed inside her. Several times he even humped and ground to keep his erection full and thick, sealing the tight cavern of her vagina.

Very slowly, he pulled himself back. Her vagina sealed tight behind the girth, locking every drop of seed deep within her womb. She lay down slowly and relaxed on her side, panting, whining for more. Mana walked over and gently and nuzzled at her belly, which had already grown plump and fat with the child that was growing inside her.

"Will he...?"

"Soon. I can sense it. I can sense him growing, taking form, becoming one of us."

Seryn rested her head down, pawing at her belly affectionately. She dreamed of Rye, with her forever, and Mana with her forever too. She whined and purred, and for now lay down, Mana walking around and relaxing behind her. His paws reached forward and pulled her close. His wings expanded and rested over her, providing her with a feathery blanket. He rested with her, as the baby within her began to take form, growing into a reborn Flammie.