The Double Job
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The Double Job
By Segremores Moon
The last light in the bedroom of the single story, three bedroom, two bathroom, cornflower-blue house went out. I took a drag on the cigarette I had planted at the end of my muzzle, breathing a couple of smoke rings from my wide nostrils. Finally, now my waiting wouldn't just be for propriety's sake. I checked my watch, the little temporarily glowing dial telling me that it had to be at least midnight already. I would wait for half an hour more, just to make sure that they were asleep.
I hated doing stealth jobs, I'm not that stealthy a person. For those who don't know me, I'm a tall, well-built black stallion morph. Sure, the darkness of my short fur does help me blend in with the background when it comes to night jobs, but everything else gives me away. The loping gait, the way my hooves clop against anything solid with enough bass to wake the dead. Oh well, at least the marks that I was going to scratch out tonight were both heavy sleepers and they kept a key under a flower pot near their back door, so easy access. The worst stealth jobs were the ones where I had to break into the houses via a window, or forcing the door. It's a little ironic, but the biggest reason I dislike those jobs is because it all feels a little... dishonest.
I laughed at myself as I thought this, a little cloud of smoke billowing out my nose and from between my dark lips, grunting as I took the cig and doused it. I didn't really ever smoke, but sometimes it helped me wait. It was something to do with your hands after all. Nudging the little button on the arm rest made the window roll down with a light, automatic whirring sound, the fresh, cool air of the night washing into the car and clearing out the haze of smoke that had collected over the last hour. I looked around, swiveled my ears to hear. Wow, this neighborhood got pretty quiet in the dead of night. I'm not used to that in the dump that I live in. I guess it's different when you leave downtown.
Twelve thirty, it was time to go. I opened the car door quietly, which wasn't hard given that it was one of those 80's Lincoln Towncars. I love those things, they're nice and roomy, and they're built for luxury and style. Sure, it was a little conspicuous sometimes, but you'd be surprised how much most folks find innocuous. Only the truly paranoid watch out for luxury vehicles waiting outside of houses.
The vehicle leaned as I stepped out, happy to be deprived of my considerable weight. Just as happy to be rid of the interior of the car, I stretched, listening to the popping noise of my bones and joints resetting from their constant positioning. I ended the stretch by closing the door, and steadily made my way to the house, clopping on the street, then the sidewalk, then noticing that my hooves even made a soft thump in the grass lawn on the side of the house. Damn it, I really wasn't stealthy at all. Maybe they made socks for hooves? I smiled at this thought, then shook my head, reaching for the flower pot with the gleaming key underneath. It went smoothly into the keyhole, and turned with only a little clicking sound, and within a few seconds, I had disappeared from the exterior of the house and found myself in the garage.
"Mildred and Jason Smith, 22 faux-ton avenue, little blue house on the right," I mumbled to myself, looking around as I entered the house proper, impressed with the decor that the interior sported. The guy who had commissioned my services was very clear, it had to be a house job, it had to be both on the same night. I don't even know what the couple had done to upset the poor fox boy of twenty years old or so, but whatever it was, he wanted them gone badly. I didn't ask too many questions, I loved double-jobs waaay too much to look into them too closely when I was asked.
Approaching the first closed door, I opened it gently. A guest bedroom, done up in light-green wallpaper and a throw rug that made me blanch. Ugh, these people had no sense of interior design. It was times like these that made me wonder if I was gay. Of course, my sexual encounters with any significant others I've had has always ended basically in the same way. The only companion that I had was my length, and my desire to feed it was more powerful than any desire to be with others in any way other than a friendship. I gave a small sigh at this, then gently cupped my swollen package through the dark sweatpants I was wearing, reminded of why I was here by its warm weight in my big paw.
I shook my mane a little, trying to get my thoughts back into the game. There was still some danger in all this, after all. The crime was only perfect if I didn't get noticed beforehand. I clopped softly to the next room, opening the door. Ahh, here we go, the master bedroom, and quite a big one to boot! I carefully slipped in and closed the door behind myself, looking around the room for possible obstacles. Nothing seemed to leap out at me, so I went to the nightstand, carefully opening it to see if the husband had a gun. He didn't seem like the type, he was a young-looking dinosaur of some kind. Maybe a rex? I couldn't tell in the dim light, though I could see by the shape of his face that he was some predatory species. My kind of mark. I looked over at the wife to see another young fox, about the same age as my commissioner... and about the same looks too.
My my, so it was a brother-sister job. She must have done something to piss her brother off... or maybe it had something to do with inheritance? I looked at Jason, who must have been the husband, dubiously. Maybe it had something to do with him marrying the commissioner's sister. Oh well, my loins were stirring eagerly, and I was finding my contemplation interrupted by the tightness of my sweatpants. Chuckling softly, I padded to the foot end of the bed and stripped off my pants. The darkness almost hid my genitals entirely, since they were both covered in the same black flesh and fur that the rest of me was, aside from those small white droplet tattoos on my black sac. I stroked those marks fondly, remembering each one of them in turn, which caused my prodigious shaft to rise and swell softly, throbbing larger with my heartbeat, firmer with my paw's stroking, until it reached its three foot length.
The gleaming flesh stretched over veins and throbbing length, the flared tip brilliantly swollen in eager anxiousness and arousal. I loved my shaft, this was why I couldn't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend. My love was my own loins, and so I took care of them instead, feeding them whenever they wanted to be fed, and sometimes when they didn't. I could feel the slight ache from emptiness tonight, my horsecock was eager.
I moved slowly to the bed, gently lifting the end of the sheets that both members of the couple were under, and guided my massive cock underneath. It was amusing to watch the bulge of my shaft push up under the blankets, making its way toward the first victim with the direction of my hips. I placed my paws on said hips, wiggling my cock under the soft sheets to stimulate it, searching for the first pair of feet I could find. Ah, there they were... the fox's. She moved a little in her sleep, but that was alright, I knew she wouldn't be waking up. My flare widened steadily, then slid over those toes, engulfing them in the dripping maw of my shaft.
My paws moved to the end of my muzzle to stifle a moan. As with all of my previous victims, the initial swallow was always the best, and this was no different. My member pulled on those feet, sucking them into the swollen length easily, spurting hot precum into her fur to make the next swallow that much easier. Her legs straightened out under the sheets, the next fleshy undulation of my member bringing all the slack into the maw. I pulled my hips back slowly, enjoying the tugging sensation as my member held onto the fox woman and pulled along with my hips. Her head disappeared under the sheets, and I thrust forward with a little whickering noise, a wet slurping sound filling the air as my cock simply relaxed and let the force of my hips slide her more inside.
This was my favorite way to do someone. Pull, thrust, swallow. Pull, thrust, swallow. It was efficient, made wonderful noises, and felt the best. I so rarely got to do it any time other than a house job, so I relished the opportunity. Another thrust, and I could feel the fox woman's feet at my base, pulling back so that I could see some of my shaft, those wonderful bulges swelling out the throbbing sides. Another thrust and I could feel her breasts at my length's opening, the substantial pillows squishing gently into the gaping urethral hole and into my shaft. This is where I pulled my hips back slowly, pulling her completely off the bed. Not once did she stir, sleeping like the dead. I smiled down at her peaceful face as precum drooled off her muzzle, sucking her gently into my hungering loins. The flared tip finally closed up around her face, her ears the last to go down the shaft.
This was where the tricky part came in. With double jobs, I had to make sure that both of the marks found their way into my special place-the prostate-at around the same time. Otherwise it'd close to convert one and that could take an hour or more. This in mind, my hips helped my fox-filled shaft under the sheets again, this time finding the feet of the rex instead, slurping over them easily. The second of a double job was always the easier as well, since my shaft had already warmed up by the time the first was ready to be tucked away.
This made him stir a little, but he also wasn't waking up anytime soon. The commissioner was quite clear on his facts. They were both heavy sleepers, and they both slept in the nude, which was good for me because that meant not having to ‘cough up' clothing later on down the line. For some reason synthetic fibers wouldn't be converted into horse spooge, go figure.
The rex's clawed toes felt amazing gently raking the inside of my flesh, and this time I moaned lightly, thrusting my hips firmly onto the poor dino, slurping him up to his knees fairly quickly. I felt my belly growing now as the fox wife made her way into my prostate, filling it full of herself and causing me to look pregnant in the process. I didn't mind this, I think I look cute with a gut and had been thinking of trying to grow one for the past few months. This was a little different though, and my paws gently rubbed around the surface of my sexually driving swell.
The husband had since disappeared under the sheets, steadily joining his wife in my body. The fox woman was completely curled up inside my belly now, making it big and bulgy with her form. I pulled my hips back, watching as the rex's chest was gliding up into my enormous flare, hungrily drooling down his chest and shoulders. I squeezed my member's muscles, slowing this down just a bit. I wanted to enjoy it, damn it, I loved consuming others like this, watching the last of them get slurped out of existence into my massive manhood. His shoulders passed, and the massive flare took his head in slowly, like a crown, until it closed up around his smooth head.
By this time, I could feel the fox woman struggling. It must have been quite a shock to wake up in a dark, hot, throbbing place that was wet and smelled heavily of some kind of male musk. Her struggles woke up the husband, and then it was on, my loins and belly thrashing and making muffled groans and cries. I sat on the edge of their bed, groaning to myself as my balls and half-full cock swayed this way and that, the shaft still drawing the male downward to join his wife.
It was a good thing I was sitting, because my belly swelled outward even more, with both of the marks. I decided to lay down instead, letting the huge weight in my belly rest on the sheets as I groaned and enjoyed, the last of the husband's form slipping finally into my prostate as well, allowing my gland to seal shut behind and begin the process. They must have struggled for at least five or ten minutes before their air ran out, what little their was getting absorbed by the walls of the massive gland that they were stuck inside.
The struggling grew weaker, and weaker, then finally they were still, and I had but to wait.
My thoughts drifted slowly during the wait. It always took longer with a double job, and believe it or not, once they stop struggling, you get used to the sensation of being stretched and it's just like being stuck doing nothing anyway. My shaft had long since gone soft, my balls eagerly awaiting their filling, but my mind occupied with other things.
I guess the idea of a relationship had struck a chord with me that night. I rolled the idea of having someone else by my side, maybe someone who would enjoy doing this kind of thing with me. A partner might be nice. Maybe they could specialize in the sneaking bit and any of the other parts that I wasn't so good at. But does partner really mean significant other? Does it really mean that I could love them? Up until that point, I had always thought that the love for my own shaft was enough to keep me going, but I guess with age comes the longing for some kind of company... company that wouldn't immediately go into my balls that is.
I was quiet and still for a long time, the only noise being from my belly, which reminded me of its full presence every now and again with gurgling, and eventually sloshing. Time must have passed quickly while I was thinking, because my thoughts were snapped away when I was just thinking that maybe I should consider someone that I knew in particular, by the sensation of pressure on my tubes. The couple was ready for their new home. I groaned in pleasure and hefted myself up, allowing gravity to work on those tubes, holding it as long as I could as I sat there.
The release was exquisite as always, the sudden rushing flow as my belly deflated, contracting around its liquid contents, and my balls inflated. I stroked my member firmly as my testicles grew to their new size, touching the floor just barely as they stretched with their contents. I was interrupted by a pain in the base of my shaft, making me double over as my cock started to contract around something hard and small, working it upward. Precum and some of the newly-made cum flowed from my tip as the hard little object worked its way upward, plopping suddenly onto the floor as I gasped in relief.
I sat there looking at the little thing, so small and rocklike. It was a wedding band, probably the one that the fox must have been wearing when she was pulled in. I picked it up, licking my own musky fluids off of it until it sparkled. Yep, a little gold band with diamonds studded along the outside. It was gorgeous, just looking at it caused a little pang of guilt somewhere in my very dormant conscience.
"Oh well, at least you two will still be together always, there's no chance of divorce in my balls," I chuckled to myself, standing and finding my pants again to slip them on, it was time to go. I pocketed the ring for safe keeping and headed out the door, not bothering to close it this time.
It was on my way to the garage again that I heard it, a faint noise from another room. I froze in place, my eyes going wide as I turned toward the sound. Sure enough, there was another room's door not too much further down the hallway from the couples' room. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, no way," I muttered to myself, padding softly down the hallway to the room, my newly-filled balls swaying almost uncomfortably back and forth in my sweatpants.
Pausing outside the door, I listened carefully to the sound of silence. I didn't want to know that I hadn't been hearing things. I didn't want to know what was behind that door, but I watched my massive hand reach for the door handle, push it down, and gently push the door inward.
If there was one rule that I always adhered to in my twisted business, it was no children. I don't care, I won't do it. Not only that, but you better be damned sure that the person you're making me do doesn't have kids either, because depriving them of their parents is not something I enjoy doing, having been orphaned as a little colt myself. Well, there it was... there he was, a little boy fox, laying in bed, cuddling his stuffed dragon. I closed the door quietly.
"Fuck! Fucking Fuck! What the fuck!" I raged almost silently to myself, speaking the dark air around me, the wall in the living room. I didn't know what to do. Not in five years of this business had I ever made a mistake this badly, or had any commissioner really tried to screw me over like this. I always ask with couples.
"So, do they have any kids?" I had said to the nervous-looking fox, who seemed to ponder something for a moment before answering me. "No, no they just got married," he had replied, and I believed him like the fool stallion that I am.
Ugh, I didn't know what to do. I really needed some help on this one, if only my good friend Mel were here.
Wait, Mel... I thought about it. Mel had been my good friend for a very long time, years in fact. He was brought up by the same foster institution that had made me into the stallion I was. Amusingly enough, he had become a ‘person of the business' as well, though his devouring process was far different from mine. You see, Mel was born with both sets of genitalia, though you couldn't tell by looking at the guy. He was male all over, though maybe a bit on the lithe side. As soon as you lifted his balls though, you could see his slit just underneath. He couldn't have any kids of his own either, but he could take entire people into his cunny. They call it unbirthing, and that was his specialty. Through all the years that I've known Mel, about half the time he's been pregnant with some mark or the other. He does something to them, makes them his baby, and then gives them to an orphanage when they're born. Pretty fucked up if you ask me, but I guess I don't have any right to complain.
Just thinking about Mel was enough to get my erection tenting my already over-full sweatpants. The glint of the light against his smooth green snake scales, the way he smiles at you when he really likes you... Mel had fallen in love with me some time before as we were getting older, but he and I were of the same mind. Our love was for our genitals, and though we lusted after each other sometimes, it would never work out between us.
My phone was in hand by the time I had finished making up my mind, flipping to Mel's number. He'd hate being woken up, but I was sure he would brighten when he saw who was calling. The low vibrating sound of the phone ringing met my ear once, twice, then it was replaced by his voice.
"Derrick?" he sounded surprised more than sleepy, his smooth voice making my erection flare a little. I rolled my eyes at myself.
"Hi, Mel. I know it's late," I began, keeping calm, "can you meet me somewhere, it's about a job?" I asked, listening to a rustling sound over the phone as Mel presumably started to get himself dressed or perhaps get a pen and paper to write down the address.
"Of course, Derrick, where are you?" He replied, not the slightest bit of concern for what the situation might have been about or... I glanced at the clock to see one thirty-seven in the morning... the time of night. I gave him the address, repeated it twice for him to make sure he got it.
"It's a private residence, don't be loud, I'll answer the back door for you," I whispered to him, he just hung up the phone. Mel was strange like that.
I didn't have to wait long, though I still did it in the garage, listening by the door until he came. There was a soft noise at the door, it was him. I opened it to see him standing there, flat-bellied and smiling. The slit pupils in his golden eyes staring into mine. Wordlessly, we both agreed to stand there and stare at each other, the feeling of stirring loins and something else... stirring of the heart? I shook my head suddenly and he chuckled, a smooth, halting noise from somewhere in his throat.
"So what's the problem?" He whispered, as I let him in, his feet nearly silent against the ground, and his swishing tail hypnotic to my eyes. I had to shake myself again.
"I was doing a job here tonight... a double job," I said, to which Mel turned to me with a smile, and gently cupped my generous package.
"Oh my, so you have! Don't tell me that you want this emptied so soon though, and that's why you called me so late, because I don't believe you," he giggled, a little louder than he should have, which made me wince. He frowned as he saw me wince.
"There's someone else in the house?" He asked, being his usual eerily-perceptive self... still looking at my eyes. "And it's a child." He finally said, crossing his arms over his lithe chest. "When will you learn to stop letting your morals get in the way of your fun, Rick?" He asked, using that nickname I hated so much. He let out that little low chuckle again and patted my balls. "Alright, alright, I can take care of him, and because you're such a good friend, I'll even do it for free," he whispered to me, his smooth hand never leaving the bulging crotch of my sweatpants, causing my loins to stir again. I could feel the blush creeping up my cheeks as my member rose as well, his hand pulling away thankfully before I lost control completely and had a full-blown erection.
"He's in the last room on the right down the hallway," I started, with a slight cracking of my voice as I tried to maintain some level of composure. The snake man smiled and nodded, then padded softly to the room, his hips and tail swishing behind him, causing me to have to look away from him so that I could take a few breaths.
The things that Mel did to me when he was around, the way I couldn't stop looking at him all the time, and the way that he looked at me in return. The thoughts that I had while converting the husband and wife while on the bed came flooding back. Maybe things would work out with Mel? Here we both were, big predators for hire in our own right, sharing a difficult job without complications. If I said the word, he'd do what I asked him to do then go home and I wouldn't see him for a while. Did I want him to though?
My frame filled the doorway of the little kid's room, looking in. Mel already had the blanket off the child, and was straddling the little kid's hips, leaning over him. He looked up at me for a moment to make sure that it was my form filling the doorway and not someone else's, someone I might have missed being in the house. Then, he leaned in and opened his jaws, the gleam of two sharp fangs emerging from the roof of his mouth as he suddenly bit into the boy's neck. The kid's eyes flew open instantly, and he looked utterly afraid, but that soon passed as Mel's special venom kicked in, making his eyes cloudy, unseeing, susceptible to suggestion and euphoria.
"That's a good boy," Mel started to chant to the envenomed child, the little fox boy nodding softly, but otherwise not saying anything. Mel started helping the child out of his pajamas, revealing that the boy's belly was scaled, a product from the father most likely. I stood there watching. I had never once voluntarily stayed to see how Mel did it, never seen an unbirthing take place, only getting to snuggle with the snake after the deed was done. I did enjoy the belly on him when a victim... or future child I should say... was tucked away.
I was amazed with how soft he was being with the kid. He could have cut off all of the boy's limbs with a hacksaw and the boy would have let him do it with all that hypnotizing venom coursing through his veins now. Not Mel though, he was gentle, carefully arranging the boy on the bed so that he was laid out straight on his back, carefully easing any further tension he might have felt in the child's form, always cooing and telling the boy how good he was being. So Mel was good with kids, go figure... maybe that was something to look for in a prospective mate?
My head was shaking itself again, wanting to stay focused on what was going on. Mel was already sitting spread-legged at the boy's feet, then leaning back on what little bed there was left and spreading his smooth legs apart. I hadn't even seen him get himself naked, but there he was, gleaming beautifully in the dim light, his own external genitals--uncommon for a snake of any species--erect in his aroused eagerness. I took an unconscious step closer to the unfolding scene. A part of me wanted to see things closer up. Mel must have picked up on this, and he smiled that smile and motioned me closer with his head. I hesitated for a moment before kneeling near the bed.
Between Mel's legs was a snug-looking drooling cleft. I had never seen his cunny this close up before, but there it was, a beautifully gleaming pair of vertical lips underneath his balls. It appeared to loosen gently, opening up to show what was inside, glistening darkness.
"Why not help him in, stud?" Mel asked out loud, making me look up, then back down between his thighs, uncertain of what he might have meant.
"What do I do?" I asked, hesitating as an idea of what he was asking for formulated in my mind.
"Take his feet, and gently press them inside me," he replied, stroking a finger underneath his balls to tease at the very northern edge of his other sex. I nodded softly, reaching toward the child's feet, cupping them in my huge paws. I marveled at the size difference for a moment, then got a good grip on the ankles, gently guiding the toes of both feet to that gleaming opening.
Mel groaned softly as the toes slid right inside. It was much easier than I had thought it would be, but his cunny slid around those feet like water taking in a diver, and before I knew it, the boy's legs up to the beginning of his calves were inside Mel.
The boy didn't move, lost in the euphoria of the venom, but Mel was squirming pleasantly, moaning as his sex gave a gentle tug, pulling the boy toward him and sinking in another couple inches of those legs, creating a wet squish noise that permeated the air.
"Mmm, bring the boy's parents over here so that I can thank them properly for their son..." Mel groaned to me. I chuckled a little, my deep voice a sudden breaking of the atmosphere as I knelt near Mel's head. He wasted no time, pulling my sweatpants down in deft manner and then nuzzling right between my hugely heavy testicles, lapping at them with a forked tongue. I could do not but groan and enjoy, and watch inches of the boy slide into Mel's vulva.
Before I knew what I was doing, my muzzle was around Mel's erection, and I was suckling the turgid, smooth snake cock with practiced ease. This caused Mel to groan loudly, and pull extra-hard at the boy, and I had front-row seats to watch the boy's knees suddenly slurp up into Mel's very-stretched cunny. The snake didn't answer though, preferring instead to repay me in kind, licking over my own substantial erection as it hardened over his face and part of his body.
Thus it began, my first real sexual encounter with another that wouldn't lead me to consume them. I felt... wonderful. There was no pressure, no need to feed, just an overwhelming enjoyment of the experience. The way that Mel's cock felt against my broad tongue and within my lips, the way that Mel was nuzzling and suckling on my own massive horse genitals, and the gentle way that he was taking in his new son.
My eyes opened to watch, the position on Mel's body gave me the front row seat to this unbirthing thing. The boy's hips were at his sex, and wow was it stretched. I had no idea how he was so elastic, both those smooth folds gently continued their stretching to take in the rump of the boy. That's when I felt the movement underneath me, looking down to see that Mel's belly was swelling outward, presumably with the curled up legs of the child he was taking in.
The tip of my massive erection was drooling over his belly too, dollops of precum oozing down the bulging sides of it. This was arousing me to no end, and Mel knew it. He kissed the base of my shaft, his arms encompassing my full balls in a strange sort of snuggle, hissing and moaning sounds came from underneath me.
"Don't stop... put your hands on his shoulders, pull him toward you... Keep sucking... I'm so close..." He pleaded softly with me, and my lips found their way around his cock again, tasting his maleness and the thin reptilian precum that was oozing from the pointed tip. I hesitated for a few moments, and Mel gave my balls a squeeze of reassurance. It was one thing to make Mel do this, it was a whole other thing to get involved myself... I did it anyway, my big paws resting on either shoulder of the little fox boy. He was so small and fragile, he couldn't have been more than eight years old at the most, I could have broken his neck. No wonder Mel was always so gentle. I pulled.
It was so easy, the boy's body slid deeply into the snake's depths, bulging out his belly even further and rounder, devouring the fox boy up to his chest area. His arms lay by his side, so I helped those inside next, watching the scaled folds stretching wider around his hands, and then his forearms, and he was ready to go. Meanwhile, my muzzle was bobbing up and down, slurping and slithering my thick tongue around the snake's glans, eliciting moans of passion out of my lithe lover. I gave another good tug on the kid, his chest disappearing easily from view, and my paws moved as the folds squeezed together to claim his shoulders, leaving only his neck and head still visible.
Mel tensed up under me, and I sealed my lips around the base of his cock, feeling the impending orgasm, looking at the glazed eyes of the fox boy before his whole head was suddenly sucked from view. Mel cried out into my balls, shuddering and squirming as he orgasmed. Thick spurts of juicy cum splashed across my tongue, filling my muzzle with his unique flavor of seed. I swallowed it eagerly, enjoying a taste very different from my own. The fox was gone, sealed away in the depths of his belly, which now bulged against my chest, making me have to stay awkwardly above Mel's form in order not to crush the new pregnancy.
I let him stay in my muzzle for a good few minutes, the remnants of his cum drooling over my tongue as I lapped it up. Finally, I sucked his erection out and whickered to him, getting up slowly. He rolled up from under me at the same time, moving gracefully despite his new size and shape, one of his hands tenderly cupping under his belly.
"Mmm, thanks, Rick, this has been fun," he said, giving me that award-winning snake smile again, looking at me as if he saw something in my eyes and was expecting something else from me. I stared back, a little dazed from the experience, glancing at his belly, the bulges already starting to disappear into a nice, round smoothness as whatever it was Mel's womb was doing to the child was already doing it.
Mel sighed a little, pulling on his pants. The same sweatpants brand that I would wear, we predators tend to think alike. I grabbed his forearm suddenly. "Mel.." I started, then paused, unable to know how to continue.
"Derrick?" He asked, his eyes staring at mine for a moment, then down to my hand and its grip on his wrist. I reached into my pocket, clasped the tiny object inside, and pulled it out for him.
"This is for you," I said, making Mel gasp as he saw the former wedding band of the couple I had devoured that night.
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It had been six months since that night. I was sitting on my couch reminiscing, rubbing my balls a little through my pants as I did. Remembering old victims was always a fun time, though my concentration was immediately broken by Mel's presence as he padded through the room to the kitchen, his naked rump swaying behind him.
Mel said yes, we moved in together at my place, I devoured my old assistant... er... I couldn't even remember his name anymore, but he was happy to go, one of the few willing victims that I had ever had. I stood up to follow my fiance, smiling as he pressed himself against my front and leaned up to kiss my cheek, guiding one of my paws to his belly.
We had decided to keep the child, have him as our own. Very fast to go from a single assassin to a family man in the space of six months, but really, we both feel that it's what we want. Now I could find the love I never could just give my balls, no matter how many cum drop tattoos were on them.