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Ike arrived at Phoenicis Hall in early afternoon.

Things between him and Tibarn had always been... unfinished. They'd met for the first time during the Mad King's War, as little more than acquaintances, and in the mess of the campaign it wasn't as if Ike had the ability -- or interest -- to simply meet with the Hawk King. They spoke, rarely, or saw each other across the battlefield. Ike had felled the Mad King himself, and that had been that -- Tibarn went back to his duties as King, and Ike had continued with the Griel Mercenaries, onto a campaign that took all his energy, and it seemed whatever... potential he might have had with Tibarn would go forever undeveloped.

It had been years later before they met again, when another war tore across the land, and Ike found himself working under Tibarn, as part of the Laguz Alliance -- and then it was war, and there simply wasn't time for anything, even as they grew to be more than simple acquaintances.

There had been a moment, in Phoenicis Hall, when everyone was rushing in all directions, and even the King stood aside for those rushing -- They had been walking together, and Tibarn had pushed him aside into an alcove, his massive body like a living wall, his broad wings shielding him from sight. They had been pressed together, from knee to chest, and Tibarn leaned down, looking at him, face inches from Ike's. Tibarn's skin was hot, hands sweating where they were holding Ike's shoulders, and in that moment that seemed like it stretched out to eternity he could feel Tibarn's cock against his stomach, shifting and thickening; his own pressed taut against Tibarn's calves. Tibarn leaned further down, lips just barely brushing Ike's --

And then the hallway had cleared and Tibarn had stepped back, and they were on their way again. It was all just fleeting touches, and the growing sense that there was something between them, something that had Ike waking in the night with heated dreams, Tibarn bearing down on him, his massive body covering his entirely, his calloused hands reaching down his stomach, wrapping their immense span around the whole length of his cock.

But nothing came of it then. The Goddesses themselves rose from their slumber, and it was a long, trying battle to bear them down into slumber. Afterwards Ike simply wanted to sleep for months, and that was what brought him to Phoenicis. To rest, and also -- to see, for once and all, just what would develop between him and Tibarn.

Which brought him to now. War was behind him, at least for the moment. Now, as before, he did not simply call the Hawk King to him at his arrival, but he was met warmly, familiar faces greeting him in Phoenicis, and taking him to the vast mountain hall that was their castle.

It was late the first night when Tibarn arrived, appearing in the feasting hall surrounded by a gaggle of courtiers, all vying for attention. Tibarn almost absently piled up a plate of food, and then his head swung up, gaze landing on Ike. He broke out into a wide grin.

"I didn't know you had already arrived," Tibarn said, after shouting a greeting across the hall.

"With the permission of the king," Ike started, smiling back at Tibarn, and the laguz scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I'd like to rest here for some time; recuperate from the war."

Tibarn had nodded easily. "Any reason here in particular?" he'd asked, standing close.

Ike had looked up at Tibarn, head tilted back. "Ah-- I was thinking there might be some things left unsaid, until now, that I ought to redress." Even indirectly, he the words brought a low heat to his face, and who knew what of that was visible as a blush.

Tibarn's grin had slid into something sharper, almost coy. He'd gripped Ike's arm, his massive hand encompassing Ike's bicep, pressing their together chest-to-chest. "Then I eagerly await your speech," he'd said, voice for Ike's ears only, rumbling low.

After that -- somehow, Ike had been expecting more of the same, the same tortuous slowness. After that, things happened very fast. It was midday, the next day, when he found himself in a wide forecourt overlooking the ocean, sand under his feet, sparring with the laguz soldiers, acutely aware that midway through the match Tibarn stepped forth onto a balcony above them, watching Ike's every move as he exchanged parries. The match ended with the laguz sprawled on his back, wings scything out through the sand, his wooden blade disarmed with such force it spun lazy circles out of the arena. Ike laughed good-naturedly and helped the laguz to his feet, and then swiped his hair back, plastered to his bandanna with sweat.

Tibarn was there when he was in a small, shadowed side chamber, rinsing the sweat from his body, stripped to his underclothes: suddenly the archway was filled, Tibarn standing, watching as Ike upended the urn of water over his head.

"Tibarn," Ike said, and the man stepped forward, closer and closer until their chests were nearly touching. Tibarn's wings flared out, stirring the air into a cool breeze, and Ike's wet skin prickled with goosebumps, nipples peaking.

"Ike," Tibarn said, leaning down, and all Ike could think of was that moment only weeks earlier, Tibarn pressed against him in the hall. Maybe Tibarn meant to speak further, but Ike rose to his tip-toes, wrapping his hands around Tibarn's forearms, and pulled him down. Their lips met, Tibarn's jaw hard under his fingers before his mouth opened, a low moan like an earthquake rattling through his chest. Tibarn's lips were rough, chapped, but when his tongue lapped against Ike's mouth it was slick and smooth. He nipped at Tibarn's lips, a shocked moan bursting from his own lips when Tibarn returned the motion, sucking Ike's lower lip into his mouth and exerting the slightest pressure, tugging back.

Tibarn's thighs were iron-hard under him, Ike physically lifted off his feet when Tibarn stood back up, supporting Ike's entire body without even a tremor. Ike was mashed against Tibarn's front, his cock thickening, knees knocking against the swell of Tibarn's cock, seeming like a burning brand.

When they parted, Ike wobbled on his feet, nearly falling. His underclothes were tented obscenely, and Tibarn's trousers were even moreso, the fat flare of his cock running down one leg, looking nearly as thick as Ike's wrist. Tibarn cleared his throat; that was what wrenched Ike's gaze up.

"I was going to say, the King would very much enjoy your presence in his quarters tonight," Tibarn, said with a grin. "But I think you might've gotten ahead of me." He reached out, cupping Ike's dick, his huge hand enveloping it in his palm. He leaned in close: "I only wish we could retire now."

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There was more, but the untimely appearance of another courtier meant they parted before either of them had entirely lost their dignity, and after that -- Ike was certain events transpired during the rest of the day, but if pressed he couldn't remember a single thing. The entire day was a blur, until it was dusk, and in the final dying light of the day Tibarn found him again, wings flapping above as he set down, grabbing Ike in a bridal carry and taking flight in a sudden lurch, without even a by-your-leave.

The highest peak of Phoenicis Hall was unapproachable save by from the air; a solitary set of rooms surrounded by a wide, arid garden, the rocky shore and blue-black unfolding below them. They both blew past it, Tibarn all but running inside, Ike cradled in his arms.

Inside, the chambers were large and cross-shaped, with a sitting area in the center. He turned to the side, past a large screen, and into what was unmistakably a bedchamber. The chamber was bathed in golden light, from trays full of wax candles stood along the walls. Tibarn stepped forward into an immense pile of pillows and plush blankets that served as a bed -- there was the possibility of a mattress at the bottom of it all, but it was hardly relevant. Tibarn finally set Ike down, tugging gently on Ike's wrist, once, before letting his hand drop as he settled into the bed, and Ike followed him down without hesitation.

Tibarn was grinning as Ike knelt before him. Tibarn's knees made huge dents in the fabrics, and he leaned forward, practically sloping the ground beneath Ike to pull him closer. He kissed softly across Ike's jaw, laughing softly, and Ike pulled back for a fraction of a second so he could kiss Tibarn right on his mouth. Their lips touched, chaste for a moment before Ike opened his mouth and Tibarn followed, his tongue lapping across the other man's lips as it got very dirty, very quick. They kissed with increasing intensity, Ike tangling a hand in Tibarn's hair as he was pulled closer, Tibarn's hands like burning brands across his waist.

Ike grinned against Tibarn's lips, the bigger man leaning down to press soft kisses against his cheek and neck, biting suddenly, with enough force that Ike let out a surprised moan. It was almost embarrassing how easily he could read Tibarn's reaction, his body going tense, the heat of his body increasing, and -- most acutely -- the stiff bulge of his cock, trapped in his trousers, swelling against his thighs. Tibarn bit down again, and Ike groaned, making sure to be louder this time. Tibarn's cock lurched as his breath poured hot and damp against Ike's jaw.

"You don't go too much for foreplay, do you?" Ike joked, acutely aware of Tibarn's teeth on the joint of his neck.

"I was going to ply you until you were begging." Tibarn's voice was steady and low, promising something. "But-- I don't think I'll have to. I've waited so long for this..." He traced a hand down Ike's side, fingers digging under his tunic to roughly palm his stiffening cock. "And you're already pretty well-seduced," he added, with a grin.

Ike laughed. "You could always seduce me more, you know. I'm not adverse."

Tibarn hummed, the noise coming from deep in his chest. His fingers rose up inside Ike's tunic, tracing over his skin, catching along the edges of small scars as his fingers drifted towards Ike's left nipple. He brushed his fingers across it before he ground down with his thumb, working over the stiff flesh until it was soft and then flicking at the pebbled tip until it was rigid again. Ike arched into his touch, his hands drifting down Tibarn's sides, down to the solid meat of his hips, heavy bone sheathed in blocky muscle. His skin was surprisingly soft, furry with hair across his stomach as Ike brought his hands forward, drifting just above the firebrand of his cock, bulging at the front of his trousers obscenely, more massive than Ike had dreamed in his wildest fantasies.

"Now who's cutting to the chase?" Tibarn said with a growl, flicking across Ike's nipple again, before pushing him into a fierce kiss. He reached down with his other hand and grabbed Ike's ass.

Ike gasped against Tibarn's lips, body wriggling as Tibarn pulled him close, the searing heat from his body flooding across his chest as they pressed together. "In truth, I don't think I have any patience left."

The hardness between his thighs was impossible to ignore; Tibarn's cock jolted against Ike's stomach and thighs, a swollen, immense bulge, rock hard as it ground against him. Eventually ignoring it became impossible -- Ike rocked forward, cock skidding against Tibarn's tented bulge, and the larger man groaned loud into their kiss, his hand clenching Ike's ass and pressing their bodies tight together, his cock scraping up and down Ike's stomach.

"Can I...?" Ike said breathlessly, hands sliding back and forth through the hair across Tibarn's stomach, his fingers dipping just barely into the waist of his trousers.

"Please." Tibarn released Ike, his hands trailing back across his ass as Ike worked open his belt. His palms ground against Tibarn's bulge, obscenely obvious between them, rigid and heated. The billowing heat caught his scent: wine from the feast, and musk, and sex.

The second his belt was undone, the laces of his trousers burst -- Tibarn laughed shortly; Ike found it hard to draw his eyes away from the rippling muscles of his stomach, just above the dark base of his cock. Ike wrenched the broken laces wide, Tibarn's cock too large to even flop out, wedged tight inside its confines. One hand was nowhere near enough to wrap around its sheer size; Ike cupped the heavy length and gently tugged it out. The smooth, sweat-damp skin was soft against his fingers, heavy and tense, arched as it pulled out. It abruptly sprung free, jerking from Ike's fingers and slapping up across Tibarn's stomach with a splash of precome.

To say that his cock was proportional to his size was underselling it. Tibarn's cock was enormous, the cock of a young giant. His swollen cockhead peeked out from his foreskin, larger than a ripe apple. It was flushed a rich red-purple, slick and wet, a connecting string of fluid in a thin line across his chest. His shaft spanned the length of his stomach, the crown reaching above his belly button, and given Tibarn's size that was no mean feat. It was fully longer than Ike's forearm: considerably longer.

Using both hands Ike could barely wrap around its immense girth, the thing pulsing and iron-hard in his hands. At the slight pressure of his touch veins rose to the surface, blue-purple lines tracing in a thick web across the length, pulsing under his fingertips with the force of Tibarn's heartbeat.

Precome drizzled from the tip. Ike simply stared as it pulsed; Tibarn's cockslit seamed open, like a small mouth, to drool a fat pearl of milky-clear precome, shining in the candlelight. Ike's slow stroking brought Tibarn's foreskin up and smeared the bead all across his shining cockhead, but a half-second it happened again, the bubble smearing across his cockhead and covering it in a glistening sheen.

Tibarn's trousers still looked packed, stuffed tight, even with all but the very root of his cock jutting out from them. His balls pressed against the front, each one like an immense fruit, them alone filling the crotch of his pants to straining. Ike wondered how Tibarn could even walk around with this in his pants.

"I had imagined..." Ike said, still softly stroking Tibarn's cock, hands dragging up and down the damp skin of his shaft. "But even in my most feverish dreams, I didn't expect..."

Tibarn shuddered, cock twitching over and over in Ike's small -- comparatively -- hands, precome soon overflowing his sliding foreskin and dripping down his shaft, coating Ike's fingers. His balls twitched in their loose sac, pulling up into one huge lump below his cock, the soft skin furrowed and dark. Tibarn tensed, wings snapping outward in a fan of dark feathers. He groaned, cock twitching with enough force to rip it from Ike's loose grasp, and it slapped across his stomach, adding to the wet smear already splashed across his abs. Solid lines of precome gushed from the tip, squirting across his stomach in crystal clear lines and slowly drooling down his skin, sheening it like oil, that one pulse more than ten times the issue Ike could muster.

"I shouldn't just let you play with me all night," Tibarn said, reaching with his huge hands for Ike's own tented trousers, and Ike gladly spread his legs, humping his huge hands like he was a horny teenager. Tibarn stripped off his belt and unlaced his trousers, his huge hands sliding with a surprising gentleness over Ike's body. He jerked the thin fabric down to Ike's thighs as he groped him through his underwear. "Tell me, what did we do in your feverish dreams?" he teased, fingers curling around Ike's cock, drawing out a soft moan.

Ike flushed, rising up onto his knees to grind against Tibarn's hand. His fingers slid beneath his underwear to touch him directly, Tibarn's other hand sliding across the curve of his ass and pressing between his cheeks, rubbing his rough fingertips across the pucker of his asshole. Ike groaned, hands clenching Tibarn's cock for stability as much as to return the favor, his eyes wrenched tightly closed as he thrust into Tibarn's hand, his asshole flexing and clenching as Tibarn slid his calloused fingers up and down his crack. The smell -- of musk and come and, just, Tibarn -- enveloped him, sweat gleaming on Tibarn's brow as his cock twitched and drooled all across his stomach, drizzling in a heavy line over his skin.

Ike had never been self-conscious about his dick size, but as Tibarn finally dragged his underwear down his thighs he couldn't help feel a twinge of embarrassment; here he was, tiny and thin compared to Tibarn. The saving grace was that Tibarn didn't seem to mind, wrapping the entire length of his cock in one huge hand and softly jerking it, his fingers slipping along the underside as the edge of his palm nudged back and forth against the cut flange of his cockhead. Still, though, he wasn't prepared for what Tibarn did next:

"I want to fuck you."

Ike looked at Tibarn's cock, finding it suddenly, terrifyingly, huge. Taking that would be like getting fisted up to the elbow -- more than that; Tibarn's cock was as thick around as the muscles of Ike's forearm, and the fat swollen rim of his cockhead was beyond even that. Tibarn could surely feel him stiffen, and so he reached out, his hands loose and heavy on Ike's thighs. "There are-- We laguz have ways to join with beorc." Tibarn looked aside, the faintest flush across his dusky cheeks, dim light filtering through his wings. "Not that I had planned on using them before, but..."

"Like what?" Ike could barely bring himself to ask.

"To start --" Tibarn said, as his hand moved from Ike's hip and returned a second later, fingers slick with something thick and flowing. His fingers slid up and down along the crack of Ike's ass, barely pushing against his asshole. "Oil."

Tibarn pushed inside him with two fingers, even that just as large as a normal-sized cock. Ike stiffened and gasped, the movement inside him... strange. There was a roughness, Tibarn's callouses still there, even under the oil, and more importantly... he'd never had anything in his ass before, not fingers, not anything. Ike leaned heavily against Tibarn's chest, breath coming sharp and fast as Tibarn slid his fingers around inside him, fucking him slowly. "Is that all?" Ike asked, body trembling with each movement of Tibarn's fingers inside him.

"All?" Even as gentle as he was, Ike couldn't forget for a moment the immense heat and size of his cock. It was trapped between their bodies, spurting precome, their skin increasingly wet and slippery as Tibarn's cock kept pumping out more precome all across them. "We don't have some laguz magic for it, if that's what you're wondering." Tibarn's voice was steady and low, his movements slow and careful. He worked Ike's hole open, fucking him slowly with two fingers, but they both knew what he really wanted to do was line up that grotesquely huge cockhead and push into him. Ike was increasingly tempted to let him. Even knowing the danger, Ike couldn't deny he felt a certain... he wasn't sure. But the thought of Tibarn, the Hawk King, and of joining with him, like that... he wanted to have that entire, terrifyingly-large cock inside him. He just didn't want it to kill him in the meantime.

"You'd be surprised at just how much someone can stretch, if they just relax enough," Tibarn said, and Ike couldn't contain the full-body shudder at the thought, of being worked open until that mammoth cock inside him was easy.

A third finger slid up along the crack of his ass, dimpling against his stretched hole as Tibarn worked back and forth, pushing in just enough to make him tense before sliding back out again, getting him to relax. He did it over and over again, until the burn of his fingers faded. It still didn't feel... good, but he was beginning to see the appeal. Ike squirmed on Tibarn's fingers, breath coming in sharper pants as Tibarn finally pushed another finger inside, three in him, twisting and dragging against his insides.

Ike hissed, breath catching in his throat. The oil alone wasn't enough to hide the fact that his hole was stretched so far beyond its normal limits. "Relax," came Tibarn's voice, the rumble of his chest vibrating against Ike's ear. "We do things the old-fashioned way. Just let yourself open up. You're more flexible than you think." His asshole flexed; the movement only vaguely intentional. He couldn't keep his asshole from spasming, the muscle fluttering and clenching down on Tibarn's thick fingers. It was an utterly alien sensation as Tibarn slowly spread his fingers. The pressure was slow but inexorable, his asshole gaping wide open and then sluggishly closing as Tibarn flexed back and forth, working him wider and wider.

Ike couldn't stop panting, his breath coming in sharp gasps as Tibarn moved inside him. His fingers were barely in him to the first joint, rough fingertips scraping across the soft muscle of his asshole, working in the same steady rhythm, open and closed, over and over, until Ike's asshole relaxed on some involuntary level, muscles across his back easing as Tibarn spread him wide, slowly working his thumb and pinky inside him, his fingertips in a tight bunch.

"You're doing so good," Tibarn said, the rumble carrying through Ike's entire body, clenched tight across his chest. He was flushed and hot, his cock stubbornly hard, his asshole pulsing with his heartbeat, the skin there swollen and red hot but stretchier somehow as Tibarn kept finger fucking him. Tibarn twisted his fingers around inside him and pushed deeper, spreading his fingers wide and then bringing them together again, over and over. The fullness of it was overwhelming, and this was just Tibarn's fingers; his cockhead was throbbing against Ike's stomach, foreskin pulled back, the fat rim of his cockhead as big as Tibarn's palm.

Ike whined, moaning, his asshole sucking at Tibarn's fingers as he ground himself down against it. It was feeling good, it was feeling real good; his asshole was slick and wide, and Tibarn's fingers dragged roughly against the painfully sensitive skin, until he felt like he just needed something there to stop the maddening itch, something to scrape deep inside him.

"Tibarn, please," Ike said, and the reedy, pleading sound of his voice surprised them both. He palmed Tibarn's cockhead, precome squelching between his fingers in fat streams, gushing over the back of his hand. "I'm ready."

Tibarn looked shocked, his hand halfway inside Ike ass, the muscle around it red and stretched tight. His fingers slipped out slowly, leaving Ike's asshole a stretched crater. "You're a lot stretcher than I expected," he said, his thumb tracing a rough trail along the rim of his asshole. "Are you sure...?"

Ike nodded, leaning back enough to free Tibarn's cock, streamers of precome webbed between it and his chest, zigzagging back and forth along his shaft, the entire length coated in a thick layer of shimmering precome. It was all he could smell: that heavy, masculine scent, heat and spice and musk.

"Okay." Tibarn lifted Ike easily, a hand cupping across his ass, two fingers sliding inside him as he settled Ike atop his cock, the massive thing fencepost-thick against his ass. Ike groaned, his cock dripping its own string of precome as Tibarn's cockhead nudged against his gaping ass. The barest part of its huge curve settled inside him with a wet slurp, the head dimpling inside him, between his cheeks. He was wet, the oil and precome forming a thick slippery layer, and Tibarn's cock immediately pushed into his asshole, the stretched muscle suddenly beyond taut as Ike settled himself on top of that massive cock, only the barest fraction inside him.

Tibarn's cock twitched, precome spraying directly into him, and the sharp crackle of oil dripping from his ass was suddenly much more wet, glugging and obscene as Tibarn pushed inside. Ike gasped and shuddered against Tibarn's steady hold, his ass clenching and sucking on the half of the cockhead already wedged inside him. The noises he was making were obscene, soft gasps and moans, sharp grunts as Tibarn shifted deeper, even the unsteady hitch of his breath all filled Tibarn's body with heat, knowing it was Ike, Ike who was staring at him while taking his cock, Ike who wanted to join with him, like this. Tibarn's cock twitched again, a flood of precome pouring into Ike and seeping out around his cockhead. His cockhead swelled larger and Ike's whole body jerked up and then down, a sharp whine coming from his throat as the sluggish flow of precome overflowing him tapered off, locked inside him momentarily by the swell of Tibarn's cockhead.

They were both panting already, Ike's chest heaving and covered in sweat, Tibarn flushed red, simply staring as Ike groaned and flexed, pushing himself down. His asshole finally gaped obscenely and opened with a lewd slurp, letting Tibarn's cockhead pop into his ass. Ike yelped, his cock erupting across Tibarn's chest, his asshole pulsating wildly just below the thick flange of his cockhead, practically milking him. Ike was so tight, his ass sizzling hot and pulsing all around his cockhead, wrapped skin-tight around him. Tibarn held him close, the other man gasping for breath, his cock still entirely hard and oozing come in slow pulses, his stomach heaving and -- on the exhale, when his entire stomach went concave -- the immense bulge of Tibarn's cockhead plainly visible just above his hips.

"You okay?" Tibarn's voice rasped out, deep and cracking.

"F-fine," Ike said, gasping as Tibarn's hips rolled, his cock jostling all across his insides. "Just, let me get used to it." His ass was still spasming, the muscle stretched white, his hole a stretched crater around the pillar of Tibarn's cock.

Tibarn settled back against the sweat-damp pillows, both hands around Ike's hips, keeping him aloft. He slowly pulled Ike close to his chest, smearing him with his own load. Ike sprawled across Tibarn's reclining chest, their skin sweaty and slick. Tibarn slid his fingers across Ike's pucker, the seam tight and leaking precome with every movement.

They lay there for a while, Ike shifting and groaning as his ass slowly adjusted again, Tibarn dazed and dizzy, barely able to keep himself from plunging deeper, his cock pulsing steadily, his cockhead flaring hugely wide inside Ike.

Ike kept trying to take more in, hissing in abrupt pain as Tibarn's cockhead knocked against his guts, his bulging shaft grinding across his sore asshole. But he kept trying, slowly, for minute after long minute. Tibarn writhed, the effort of restraining himself almost physically painful as Ike worked over his cockhead again and again, sliding a bare inch forward only to pull back a half-second later, over and over until Tibarn was delirious with pleasure, the feeling building and building without end. Precome slopped out of Ike's ass, streaking across Tibarn's stomach. Ike's every movement made obscene wet slurps and crackles, the slosh of precome inside him, the patter of it dripping out, both clearly audible. Tibarn groaned, the rumble starting deep in his chest and only growing louder as Ike kept pushing down, fucking himself back and forth on the first inch of his shaft, his cockhead solidly stuck inside Ike's too-small body.

Ultimately all Tibarn could do was groan "Ike," as he came, his eyes squeezed shut. He dug half-crescent marks in Ike's hips as his orgasm swept over him with dizzying force, growing and growing with Ike's squirming movements until the dam finally burst. His cock throbbed, come spurting into Ike's ass with obscene glugs. He overflowed, and that inch of cock working back and forth emerged slopping with come, fat trails of it drooling down his shaft and webbing between Ike's spread cheeks. Ike kept riding him, his asshole clamped down just below his cockhead, rubbing up and down against the sensitive skin there even as Tibarn's seed drooled from him in syrupy lines.

"Is that...?" Ike started, trailing off.

Tibarn flushed darkly. "I can go again-- have to. We laguz..." he said, practically hissing into Ike ear, "we take more to sate than that."

Ike shuddered, rocking around Tibarn's dick. He was half-hard but swollen, his cock dragging against Tibarn's stomach as he shifted. Come slopped in rivers down his inner thighs as he shifted back, the mess drooling from his ravaged ass some small lubrication as more of Tibarn's shaft sunk inside him, rocking back and forth as he moved against Tibarn's massive body.

Tibarn jerked back and then forward, his cock pulling from Ike's overstretched ass with an obscene slurp and almost instantly slamming back into him, a fat burst of come splattering all across Ike's ass and thighs. They both moved as one, muffled grunts and groans mingling as Tibarn rolled his hips slow, his flared cockhead popping back and forth through the gaping ring of Ike's asshole with obscene _plop_s, come pouring out in constant stringy splatters. Ike clung tight to Tibarn's chest, his legs wrapped around his massive torso. His lips were pressed tight against the side of Tibarn's massive pecs, kissing and licking between muffled moans, his body seizing and jerking with each thrust.

Tibarn's stomach was a mess of come, his load drooling from Ike's overstuffed ass, but that just made things easier. Thick, gummy strings of come sluiced down his shaft, slicking it up as Ike sat on his cock, half a foot of it vanishing inside him. Tibarn's eyes rolled back, his hips unconsciously rocking forward, and Ike let out a strangled gasp as another six inches plunged inside him.

"You okay?" Tibarn asked, fingers trembling in Ike's thighs as he held him, staring at the swell of his stomach, his cockhead a fat bulge below his bellybutton.

"Yeah." Ike's voice was breathy, low on the exhale. "But..." he cut himself off, shifting atop Tibarn's cock. "Oh," he said, eyes going wide, and moved again. Deep inside him, Tibarn knocked against something, another grasping mouth tight around his cockhead, and then with an agonizing slowness Ike settled atop his cock, sinking it into the boiling, clenching confines of his guts.

Ike mouthed something against his chest, lips moving, but Tibarn couldn't hear him at all over the sound of his blood rushing in his ears; his own groans tinny and faded. Ike took his cock deeper, knees knocking against Tibarn's sides as he fucked himself on it, long inches sliding back and forth through the clenching channel of his asshole, and then again as the deeper half slid back and forth through the passage of his guts. "Fuck me," he said, and that Tibarn definitely heard.

Ike rocked back against Tibarn's dick, the come inside him slippery and sloppy, and -- gasping -- he pushed himself further down, the swollen shaft skidding through his wrecked asshole, each pulse of Tibarn's heartbeat stretching Ike further. Ike was dizzy with pleasure, Tibarn's cockhead bashing against something inside him that felt like fireworks sizzling through his stomach, heat buzzing up through his body, over and over again as Tibarn finally started thrusting, his cock pistoning deeper than Ike thought possible. Before tonight, anything would've been deeper than he thought possible. Now he just wanted to feel Tibarn fully inside him, feel him hilted entirely.

He clenched his stretched asshole, practically sucking on Tibarn's cock. Each wet roll of come seeping from him felt electric, wet and cool between their bodies, his asshole more sensitive than he'd ever thought. It was... obscene, him here, split wide around Tibarn's cock, gasping and moaning for him -- Ike came with a reedy gasp, come spurting across Tibarn's stomach, his spasming ass swallowing up his shaft in a downward lurch, almost half the gigantic thing inside him now, the head popping back and forth through his guts with each thrust.

His entire body was ringing, pleasure echoing across his skin as his orgasm faded. Tibarn grabbed his thighs tight and rolled forward, until Ike was on his back, Tibarn above him, his cock like a club wedged inside him. The huge crown of his cock slammed into the end of Ike's ass, crashing against some internal wall on its way into his guts, and Ike simply came again, cock spraying a meager dribble of come. It felt like his mind was gone, all rational thought pushed aside; he was just a container of senses and sensations, of Tibarn's smell and the heady musk of his come, so potent he could taste it on his tongue, of the shadowed movement of their bodies, of each rough sliding motion through the aching muscle of his asshole, all that summing up to pleasure coursing through him without filter.

His stomach was taut, Tibarn's cock not just a swell across his hips but a huge oblong bulge up his stomach that rose and fell with each thrust, each one ending with that nerve-strumming crash deep inside him, hammering against the end of his ass before it sunk deeper and deeper into his guts with an obscene burble, his guts sloshing with Tibarn's jizz.

Tibarn thrust again and he opened, that inner wall flexed open and pinned there as Tibarn slammed into him all the way. Ike just gasped; his entire body spired upon Tibarn's pike of a cock. That was nothing new; he'd felt like that since he first pushed inside. Now Tibarn was just... deeper. So deep he felt the pressure of his cock with every breath, fat cockhead pinning his guts against his diaphragm. Tibarn groaned, hips pumping automatically, arms still as if he wanted to pull back, but he was swept up in the moment. Almost the entirety of his cock was deep inside Ike, the matted hair of his pubes scraping against Ike's soaked thighs with each thrust, his cockhead churning deeper and deeper into his guts. Ike reached for Tibarn's hands, clenched tight across his hips, fingernails digging into his skin, and rocked up, ass gaping open to permit the final scant inches of Tibarn's cock. Tibarn slammed into him in a drive that left him lightheaded. Tibarn's balls were drawn up tight below his shaft, crashing into Ike's ass with a loud slap, come spraying in all directions.

Tibarn bellow was an animalistic roar, ripping through his throat and pouring out into the air. Ike's body shifted, jerking up and down simply from the force of Tibarn's cock as it throbbed, spired through him, the head practically unfolding inside him, swelling even larger as Tibarn came in rivers, each blast audible as a wet gurgle through Ike's guts, again and again and again. The distinct bulge of Tibarn's cock softened as Ike's stomach rounded, his guts absolutely flooded with his issue.

Tibarn's orgasm ripped through him like a blow, and all he could do was hang on tight to Ike, his cock pounding as he railed forward, thrusting harder and harder as his orgasm peaked, heartbeat drowning out all other sounds, his breath harsh and cutting through his throat. Tibarn saw stars. With Ike tight and trembling around him his world narrowed down to the tightness gripping his cock: his asshole tight around the base, his guts slurping on half his cock, velvety and vise-tight, the entire length of Ike's body wrapped around him.

Come erupted from Ike's wrecked asshole, his cock churning it deeper. His shaft emerged drooling with come, solid white ropes oozing over the raw, swollen muscle between Ike's cheeks, streaming over the wrecked curves of his ass, gushing in all directions when Tibarn slammed back inside. His entire body jolted with each thrust, slipping forwards through the pillows as he clung to Tibarn.

It felt like ages before Tibarn finished, his thrusts stilling as he dragged Ike down, hilted on his cock, his stomach stretched and swollen, with come oozing from his ass in fat, gummy globs around the seal of Tibarn's still-hard cock. Tibarn blinked until his vision returned, his wings snapping out in a wide arc, gusting the candles around the room. "Are you okay?" he managed, voice rough.

Ike nodded, first, swallowing thickly. "Yeah," he said. "Fine." He grinned at Tibarn, a little shakily, and Tibarn grinned back, reaching up to trace across Ike's body, sweaty and flushed, trembling from exertion. Ike was rock hard still, cock -- like the rest of his lower body -- dripping with come, some small fraction of it his own.

Tibarn clasped Ike close to his chest, one hand wedged between them, stroking Ike until shortly he came with a cry, barely a dribble of come squirting across Tibarn's fingers.

"I didn't think we'd get this far tonight," Tibarn said, looking down at Ike's stomach, his skin stretched obviously around the fat head of his cock, a massive swell like an obscene pregnancy. "But... part of it, part of the," and Tibarn stopped for a second, the dusky skin of his face flushing red. "Part of how laguz can, uh, mate..." he all but stammered, flush creeping down his bare neck. "I shift into animal form -- not all the way!" he interrupted himself quickly, clearly envisioning Ike's thoughts turning towards him as a giant hawk. "but I go... wild. Feral. And. I get... bigger. A lot bigger."

Ike tensed. The motion milked Tibarn's cock, and he had to stifle a moan. His cock lurched, moving Ike with it, and let out a burst of precome, enough it gurgled and sloshed through Ike's already-flooded guts.

"I had not thought to mention it, so soon, but..." Tibarn looked down at Ike, admiringly. "You're even tougher than I thought." He brushed his hands over Ike's swollen stomach, squeezing his cockhead through the thin flesh. "I did not dream of going this far so soon."

It was hard for Ike to even think. Tibarn's cock was piercing him through, and his orgasms were piling up, afterglow resonating stronger and stronger with each steady throb of Tibarn's dick, blazing up and down through his body, making his skin erupt in goosebumps. Come slopped out of him in messy globs with the slightest movement of either of them, oozing in thick lines around the seal of Tibarn's cock, and coating their lower bodies in a slick, greasy sheen. Ike was sheened with sweat, his blue hair black in the light, stuck to his face. His head cleared enough for him to nod, and then, slowly, for him to talk.

"Tibarn." Ike's voice was surprisingly steady, if a little rough. "I've wanted you for a long time. This is new, but... I can take it. I can take anything you can give me." He grinned, exhausted but still cocky. "Fuck me."

Tibarn groaned, his still-hard cock spitting gouts of precome deep inside Ike, absolutely obscene slurping noises coming from them as he sat back, pulling Ike with him, bobbing on his cock. His eyes closed, muscles going tense, Ike jerked against Tibarn's stomach with a slap as his cock stiffened inside him.

Tibarn's transformation wasn't anything flashy, not the drama of him shifting fully into a giant hawk, but it was still -- Tibarn's skin pulsed, veins popping to the surface as his muscle thickened, his bones creaking and shifting as they grew, even his hair tufting out in wild bunches, downy feathers spreading like rippling grass down the back of his neck and across his shoulders. Joined together, Ike could feel the pop of his bones shifting, growing thicker and longer; Tibarn's entire body expanded, layering muscle on muscle. And his cock -- the pressure inside Ike reached a dizzy climax that kept going, as Tibarn's cock grew larger with each beat of his heart.

The very crown of Tibarn's cockhead beat against the curve of his ribcage, his asshole stretching even further as the shaft thickened, becoming wider and wider, pushing Ike higher and higher as more sprouted from the base, in addition to the growth already lodged deep in his guts.

Tibarn's eyes snapped open, blood red, and he looked down at Ike with a growl rising in his chest. "Ike," he said, and the sound carried the frenzied squall of his hawk's cry. He didn't move fast -- he didn't have to -- he just leaned forward until he was atop Ike, on his back, pinning him against the come-encrusted pillows with feet of his cock lodged inside him. Tibarn's hands were like serving platters, huge fingers spanning across Ike's chest, the skin there gone scaly and golden, nails sharp claws: a hawk's talons. Dark feathers, short and stiff, burst from the skin of his forearms; where once he'd been furry with hair across his muscled forearms, he now sported tufted feathers.

Tibarn grabbed Ike's shoulders, pinning him in place, and drove forward, the extra length of his cock all burying themselves in Ike's guts. His stomach was beyond swollen; Tibarn's cock was practically outlined through his body, his stomach stretched up and over his ribs, the skin folded over itself -- his body just stretched and stretched, skin taut like a drum, red furrows appearing across his absurdly bloated body as Tibarn crashed into him, cock bottoming out again. His balls crashed against Ike's ass, like immense melons now, each one considerably larger than Ike's spread cheeks.

Tibarn's thrusts had the full force of his power behind them, crashing into Ike with no mercy. It was a delirious pleasure with each two-part crash: his cockhead ground up all through his ass and mashed against something deep inside him, followed almost-instantly by his obscenely-huge balls crashing into Ike's ravaged ass. Come erupted everywhere, gushing from his gaping asshole. But more than that was the assurance he could take it, the ache all through his bloated middle never rising into actual pain, just sublimated under the waves of pleasure as Tibarn's cockhead stroked across his abdomen from the inside. The sheer girth of Tibarn's shaft kept Ike leaking precome in a constant stream, his soft cock flopping over the swollen flesh of his stomach, dripping a thick slurry of come and precome, more being forced from him with each of Tibarn's thrusts: the oversized flange of Tibarn's cockhead ground through his overworked asshole, filling him to bursting, and the pressure flattened his prostate, raking over it in both directions.

Ike came again, cock continually leaking come. He wasn't even fully hard, his cock slapping limply against his stomach with each of Tibarn's thrusts, but the constant pressure, the wet slide of Tibarn's veined shaft raking back and forth through his asshole, bloating his entire body, brought him off again and again, until he was lost in a fog of pleasure, his bare skin tingling and hot. Tibarn grunted, each thrust like an explosion in his guts, watery bursts of precome sloshing and crashing inside him, like the choppy waves at a harbor, each time his cock spat inside him.

Ike might be dry, but Tibarn was far from it. He churned up Ike's insides, his cock emerging coated and dripping in his previous loads, each pile-driving thrust splattering fluid across Ike's ass in thick ropes, until it felt like there was just as much come smeared between them as there was plugged up inside his stretched, sloshing stomach. The quilts below them were absolutely ruined, soaked and squishing, low pools forming around the depression of their bodies. Tibarn's thrusts squelched, his stretched asshole making wet crackling noise as it caught along his shaft, come piling up in wet globs as it pistoned inside him. Ike arched up into each of Tibarn's thrusts, working his muscles back to give every thrust that extra force, slamming himself to the hilt on Tibarn's cock. Tibarn's matted-and-dripping pubes mashed against the curve of Ike's ass, grinding wet as Tibarn flexed his cock inside him, jerking Ike up through the morass of come surrounding him.

Tibarn's thrusts became shorter and sharper. His breath was hot across Ike's neck, like the bellows from a furnace, and they both knew what he was building up to for minutes before it happened. Tibarn's cock stiffened again, until it felt like solid metal inside him, hot from the forge and implacably hard, ironing his insides flat.

Tibarn threw back his head and cried, the sharp yell of a hawk eaten up by the surrounding room, and his cock pulsed, rippling Ike's stomach. His balls, jammed tight up against the swell of his ass, pulsed and twitched. Tibarn kept thrusting, barely even an inch back and forth, but fast and hard, slamming his hips against Ike's upturned ass. It felt for a moment like Ike would burst around his cock as it swelled: the impossible pressure inside him grew and grew, a hot line of intrusion running from his gaping ass halfway up his chest, through the stretched fold of his stomach to the outside of his ribs. He looked down, across his body, and the flare of Tibarn's cock was unmistakable, bloating his body impossibly. Even the flare of his cockhead was visible, Ike's skin barely sheathing his immense cock.

He finally unloaded, and Ike could see that too: His skin rippled like he'd been hit, the broad lump of his cockhead bulging out in the center as Tibarn came in a veritable flood. Tibarn's cry grew into a groan, rumbling deep into his chest, and he jerked back and plowed forward, fucking half his cock through Ike's gaping asshole as he came in and unending flood inside him. The wet crackle of his thrusts turned into a wet slap, come already leaking from his overstuffed body. Ike let out a high-pitched whine, his own hand hot on his slippery cock, jerking himself as Tibarn came inside him.

Tibarn kept going, fucking through his orgasm, his massive talons spread around Ike's waist, pinning him down as he filled him up. It was hard to even tell when -- if? -- Tibarn stopped coming; gushing squirts erupted higher and higher inside him, filling him with a dizzy heat. Ike was stuffed so full of come it felt like it was going to come out his ears, his stomach swollen and bloated.

"Again," Tibarn finally said, the sound a barely-articulated groan against Ike's shoulder.

"You're kidding." Ike's voice came out breathless, gasping.

"I... could stop?" Tibarn's voice was wrecked, deep and low, coming between immense breaths.

Ike gave him a tired grin, still tugging on his cock, flushed and red even soft. "Don't you dare. Again."

Tibarn grinned back. It was clear the night was finally starting to take its toll on him as well -- his face was flushed and sweaty, his hair tangled and plastered to his skin, his wings drooping down his sides, feathers brushing against Ike's tacky skin. His body -- both their bodies -- were smeared in layers of come, but Tibarn at least had furrows of sweat washing through the mess, down his chest and shoulders, salty and sharp against the heavy, rich smell of his come absolutely everywhere else.

Ike just laid back and enjoyed it: his muscles were burning with exhaustion and his ass was gaping around Tibarn's cock, flushed and swollen until it felt like a hungry mouth between his cheeks. Tibarn was somehow still hard; he'd been hard for hours, unceasingly. The candlelight lit up his skin in a golden glow, sheened with sweat and come, and Ike stared as Tibarn fucked him.

Tibarn's talons were on his hips, pushing him down as he thrust up, and his asshole was stretched inside a wide oval. Each thrust forced come from him, slopping out of his gaping hole with lewd squelching noises. Ike lolled on Tibarn's cock, moaning and whimpering as each thrust speared him through, his hands scratching red trails across Tibarn's sides. He rose up, smearing his face across Tibarn's sweaty pecs. His immense erect nipples were half the size of his face, huge and peaked. He could just barely open wide enough to suck on one, slurping and biting on it. Tibarn growled, fucking him harder, and Ike pushed back, rocking his body closer to Tibarn. His cock rubbed up and down across the chiseled muscles of Tibarn's stomach, the rising and falling swell of Tibarn's cock inside him crashing against the unyielding muscles of Tibarn's stomach, driving his cock higher up inside Ike, knocking the breath from his lungs.

Tibarn lasted for what felt like hours, until the pounding consumed Ike's entire body, breaking his mind away into some half-conscious reverie, and it wasn't until Tibarn howled again that he snapped back to alertness. His cock swelled, the head -- lodged against Ike's lungs -- gaining whole inches of girth as it flexed and went rigid, the fat flange becoming a steady, heated pressure against the inside of his ribs as Tibarn came again, so much so that it wasn't even in bursts, just a constant heavy pouring of come, in heavier and then lighter floods, over and over again as he kept thrusting. He was so large even Ike's broken-wide, come-lubed guts were no match for it. His swollen cockhead formed a tight seal deep in his guts and dragged them back and forth with each movement, locking his latest batch of come inside Ike as it burbled and gurgled higher inside him. It was all Ike could do to just hold on, the heat and the pressure like electricity, shorting out his brain as he clung to the swell of Tibarn's muscles, his moans muffled against the curve of his enormous pecs.

Tibarn collapsed on top of him, pinning him between his stomach and the soaked, ruined pillows, short hard snaps of his hips driving his cock back and forth, churning Ike's guts as he kept unloading inside him, until even the bloated, inhuman bulge of his cock started to round out, his stomach stretched and sloshing with every movement. Ike looked beyond pregnant, stomach ribboned with stinging red stretch marks, the come inside him a weight bearing down on him, liquid and heavy, sloshing and glugging through his guts.

Dizzily, abruptly, Tibarn's transformation broke, his body shrinking down to his regular immense proportions in an instant. An absolute flood of come poured from Ike's ass, glugging past Tibarn's shaft, even that massive length suddenly trivial compared to Ike's gaping ass, the worn muscle slowly pulling closed around his still-thrusting shaft. Tibarn groaned, pulling Ike close, cock still driving inside him as he spent the last dregs of his orgasm, balls slapping lewdly against Ike's cheeks and even almost halfway pushing inside him, so stretched out was his asshole.

Tibarn finally stilled, rolling to one side to avoid absolutely crushing Ike, his cock twitching and then finally ceasing, slowly softening. Ike would've liked to say something, talk about it -- hell, even just move out of the swampy mess that had been the bed -- but he was barely still awake, and finally finished Tibarn was insensate and then asleep in instants.

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Ike woke, dimly, several times, but it wasn't until what had to be early afternoon that he woke properly. He was pillowed across Tibarn's chest, the man's arms wrapped around him, one of his hands tangled together with Tibarn's, their legs woven together. It was hot; Tibarn was like a furnace across his back. Ike shifted, and became aware of another thing: they were stuck together. Their come -- Tibarn's, he was blaming him for this entirely -- was dry, gluing them together with thick crusts everywhere they touched. Peeling himself away from Tibarn's chest was very much peeling himself away, and that was enough for Tibarn to groggily come to, staring down at him with an easy smile on his face.

"Sorry," he said, and he didn't sound it at all.

Ike winced as his ass pulled away from Tibarn's stomach, his morning-hard cock wedged half-inside his still-stretched hole. "Next time," he groused, "we're doing this somewhere we don't have to sleep afterwards."

"Next time?" Tibarn's ears perked up, it was ridiculous.

"Well..." Ike tapped a hand against Tibarn's chest. "You were gonna spend a lot of time easing me into that. We've still got the time, even if you don't have to go easy on me." Tibarn grinned wide, and his cock lurched against Ike's ass. "But we're definitely getting cleaned up first." Ike looked sidelong at Tibarn. "Then you can get me dirty all over again."