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The first couple of weeks after Samael and Daniel had their heat-fueled first session together had been awkward, admitting and confronting just how much the bat being in heat had clouded both his own mind, and that of his rat roommate, to the point where it had resulted in a pussy full of cum for the bat. Samael, or Sam for short, had been… well, that moment had been ecstatic, beyond joyful, outright euphoric to the point he might as well have dissolved and become one with the universe, and he suspected it was just about the same for Dan.

But then there was the whole matter of reality. The fact that if they, after the insemination, left things to nature, Sam would end up very pregnant, and they weren’t quite in the right stage of their lives to handle it, yet. And so those first few days after it all happened were even more awkward. Unspeakably, horribly awkward, with neither Sam nor Dan not daring to even look at each other, both equally worried that they had ruined their relationship as friends. What Dan offered was a quick drive to the pharmacy for something that’d prevent a surprise pregnancy, and Sam took that offer, but the ride had been punctuated by deafening silence as neither really knew what to say, only made worse by the fact that Sam was constantly leaking with Dan’s cum into the passenger seat of his car.

Yeah. Now the bat would agree that his friend deserved at least a wet patch that he later had to remove the upholstery to wash off. Back then, though, it’d just been mortifying. And, also kind of hot. That was also something he had to confront alone, in perfect, private solitude; the fact that he had liked it all so much that he could barely keep himself from masturbating for those following weeks, even though his heat had been effectively ended.

It had also put a dent in just how awkward he found his mismatched body. The bat appeared to be fully male… except for the plumbing. When he was younger, that had been a source of downright oppressive discomfort. Now, well, he had fully realized what kind of pleasure – and risk – his body really could give him.

Then, there had been that awkward conversation with Dan once the two had managed to cool down enough to actually talk to each other again.

“…are you sure you’re alright?” the rat had asked, his voice full of quite genuine concern. He had been the one to basically force Sam into mating, after all, even if they’d both been intoxicated by his heat-scent.

“Well, I’m alright now,” Sam remembered that he’d replied. “But um, we probably should… not do that again.”

“Agreed. At least not right now,” Dan had said. “Yeah.”

Well, they had talked through just about the entire night. Neither of them, as it had turned out, really found themselves minding what had happened, beyond the risk and the following scare. And while the scare had been petrifying, the risk, they both agreed, had been hot beyond measure.

Dan had confessed that he really liked the bat, which had been easy enough to reciprocate for Samael. They had, though, agreed that they needed to set some boundaries, ones that they’d keep until they decided otherwise.

Number one was that Samael would only get fucked if he asked for it. If he did, they’d use a condom, again unless he asked for it bare.

There were some other details. Nobody was to call him a girl. There had been enough circumstances where that had happened, and Sam didn’t like it. Not hard for Dan to agree on; he had always thought of the bat as nothing but a man with some particularly alluring extra equipment.

With all that sorted, it had still taken them a little longer to really be able to speak to each other again without feeling intensely awkward. Being two young men, soon enough they had begun to feel needy again, but even then, Sam had remained shy. He didn’t, despite his growing comfort with his body, quite dare to initiate any encounters yet.

Dan figured that he had to be patient. He owed the bat as much for giving him one of the best nights of his life, and as such, he didn’t pressure Sam.

One of those days, though, Sam was feeling a familiar itch between his legs. Not heat, not yet. It’d be a while before his next one, but it was horniness nonetheless. The kind of tingly sensation that usually left him fairly damp, which he had used to find uncomfortable. Now, though, having experienced firsthand what kind of activities that wetness enabled, he actually found the sensation rather fascinating.

And all those fantasies of that night weeks ago came flooding back instantly. Sam tugged his pants, and then his oversized boxers, off and looked down at his dripping sex. All of that wetness was for one reason, he thought. To make it easier for a cock to slide into him. It wasn’t anything new, of course it wasn’t, he had attended all the sex ed he needed and seen plenty more online… but internalizing it made him feel hot and valid, accepting his body’s desires in a way that he hadn’t, if not ever, then at least not for ages.

He settled on his chair, hand between his legs, and closed his eyes. He imagined Dan’s cock grinding against him, bare and dangerous. He imagined the moment it slipped inside him, fingers tweaking his clit as he did. All of the rutting, leading towards an inevitable and risky conclusion. The way the rat dominated him, claimed him and pleasured him, took every fiber of him for himself. The way his cock throbbed – gods, Sam felt himself clench hard at that particular fantasy – heralding his climax, soon to come.

If only he could find the courage to ask Dan for help, he thought. This was exactly the kind of situation where a friend with benefits would be useful, rather than his boring, old fingers. But what if it didn’t stop there? What if, Sam fantasized as he thrust a pair of digits deep inside his clutching, drenched sex, Dan did what he had done that first night? What if he didn’t settle for just pleasuring him, but insisted on fucking him again?

He'd be powerless to resist, he’d be helpless underneath the rat as he fucked him once again, this time deliberately, with a single-minded lusty focus on breeding him, and this time, he’d make sure it took. Made sure that Sam’s poor belly swelled with his bastards.

No, no he wouldn’t. Daniel was, when not drunk on someone’s heat, a very nice person. After that one night, he had never violated Sam’s boundaries, not disrespected the lines he had drawn. You should just ask him to help. He’ll be happy to. Hell, he’s probably already stroking his beautiful, amazing cock listening to you groan and moan, you silly bat.

Well, maybe he was. But every time Sam thought of asking him, he couldn’t even-

Just then, Daniel knocked on his door, and Sam almost choked on his thoughts, coughing and sputtering as he tried to cover himself up with a nearby blanket. They had gotten more comfortable with each other again as time smoothed things, but this was the first time they had an intimate interruption since then.

“Y-yeah, come in,” he stammered, and Danel stepped inside. The grin on his face told the bat that he knew exactly what was happening, again, and that probably meant he was going to get bred again.

But no.

“You know, I can help you with these things,” Dan chuckled. “All you really have to do is ask.”

Sam sat there, wide-eyed and frozen like a deer in the headlights.

“Okay. So, let’s try it this way,” he added. “Just tell me you want to cum, and I’ll eat you out. No cock involved unless you beg for it, promise.”

It wasn’t as if that offer was made entirely for Sam’s benefit, he knew. Dan certainly got off to pleasuring him. Still, other than shyness, he couldn’t really see a reason to decline. All the women said that having your pussy properly eaten out felt amazing, anyway, so that’d probably be the same for him.

“Well, ok-“ he began, but the last sounds turned into a surprised chiropteran squeak as the rat dropped to his knees in front of him and stuck his head under the blanket. Underneath it, Sam was, as he usually was when masturbating, completely naked, and instantly felt Daniel’s breath on his puffy, lust-swollen labia.

“Just relax,” he heard Dan rumble. “You’re tensing up way too much for someone about to cum all over my tongue.”

Sam wanted to protest, but instead he moaned at that embarrassingly high pitch again when the rat’s tongue found his stiff little clit, swiping over it wetly. Then, he pressed his lips to it with the gentlest suction, and the sensation forced Sam to clamp not one, but both hands over his snout to avoid the entire neighborhood hearing him moan. It felt like fireworks going off, in both his trembling pussy and his increasingly blank mind. A finger slid inside him, and he clenched around it instinctively.

The bat had to, between jolts of pleasure, concede that getting eaten out really did feel rather amazing. Daniel licked what felt like everything down there; the rat’s tongue thrust into him, but only briefly allowed him to actually enjoy that sensation, only for it to be immediately replaced by him sucking on Sam’s clit, or dragging his tongue over the length of those lower lips, to just kissing his inner thighs so as to not totally overwhelm Samael.

He came in what felt like maybe a whole minute, and it was almost violent how that orgasm washed over him. Samael’s entire body stiffened, and then he slammed his soaked cunt against Dan’s face, milking his fingers as if they were a cock, gushing his wetness over the rat’s muzzle as his head swam with pleasure, floating somewhere where he didn’t have to feel self-conscious about the mess he was making. No, right then, it was okay to just cum, and cum hard.

Dan caught most of that flood. The bat tasted delicious, but really, it was his reactions that really motivated him. The adorable, melodic moans, the shyness about letting himself enjoy it, and the rapturous delight when he finally did. Having him soak his face with his juices was almost as rewarding as that one night had been.

Oh, he was rock hard, of course. But this brief encounter wasn’t about him. He fully intended to just pleasure Samael until the bat wanted something more. So, the rat ignored the demands of his cock, bottling up his desire to rut the bat again for later, and instead licked him until those clenches slowly ebbed, leaving him with only Samael’s scent in his nostrils and his sweet taste on his tongue.

Samael was left almost insensate, sprawled out in his desk chair, and just about melting into it. In that moment, he felt so very comfortable with the world, himself, and even the sight of Dan standing up and licking his juices off his lips with a proud smirk adorning his admittedly handsome face.

“Really, I can do that any time you want me to,” Dan reassured him, hoping to convince the bat to play with him more often. “You’re delicious.”

The way he said that last word made Sam both blush and shudder despite feeling completely wrung out and almost falling asleep in the afterglow.

Maybe this could be the start of something, Sam thought, struggling to catch his breath, and naturally, once again owing to the fact that both Dan and Sam were young horny men, it did. It didn’t take long at all before it was a regular occurrence; Sam still didn’t typically initiate – leaving Dan to always catch him rubbing himself – but now and then he was desperate enough for something more to ask him to use his mouth and fingers again, and the rat used those occurrences to good effect.

He wasn’t about to be left totally unsatisfied, though. So, after a few sessions focused entirely on Sam’s pleasure, Dan whipped out his cock as he approached him in his little office.

It looked just as beautiful as he remembered it. Just as hot. But he was still worried about what had happened last time, and how easily he knew he could get carried away if given the slightest opportunity. How easily both of them could. Yet there it stood, rock-hard and slowly twitching along to the beat of the rat’s heart.

“No, you won’t have to ride it,” Dan grinned. “I just want you to suck it. Favor for favor, right?”

“I… I guess that’s fair,” Sam huffed. He was feeling a little more adventurous, so maybe it was the perfect time to indulge in that little fantasy. He found himself licking his lips in anticipation, watching Dan grab the base of his cock and waggle it in what he hoped was an enticing display. It might’ve been, but it was watching a droplet of precum drool down along the side of his shaft that really made Samael’s mouth water.

They moved to Dan’s bed. The rat, horny as he was, still wanted to let Sam explore his body without the stress of aching knees, as one did. Though the bat wasn’t about to take his clothes off for this, Daniel would never tired of looking at his form anyway. Nudity could come later.

He was slender but toned, androgynous but leaning towards the masculine ever so slightly, and Dan knew he’d never get tired of the striking colors of his fur, the handsome wings that Sam sometimes used as an additional blanket when the nights were cold, or a variety of parts he couldn’t see from his current angle, but hoped to one day get to explore again. His snout was cute, too, and right now, Sam was gingerly pressing it against his shaft.

“So, do I just…” he asked, and stuck his long tongue out to drag it from the rat’s balls all the way top the tip of his shaft, scooping up that droplet of precum on the way. “Like that?”

Daniel shivered. “Yeah, that kind of thing. And suck it. Bob your head up and down on it. You know, um… yeah.”

He might’ve forgotten, for a moment, that Samael didn’t have a cock of his own, so what felt good didn’t come quite as naturally to the bat. Porn hardly made for a good teacher for tongueplay. That said, much of it was intuitive, and Dan’s twitching, groaning, throbbing reactions quickly helped nail down exactly what worked, when Sam wrapped his lips around the head of his shaft and began to suck in earnest.

He couldn’t frankly believe that he was doing this, but it was hot. Feeling the rat’s cockmeat strain against his soft lips. It felt almost comfortable to suck on, sexy even. Every little jerk of Dan’s shaft and every moan meant that he was doing well, and that actually gave Sam a hot little surge of dominance, like he was in control for once, fully orchestrating the rat’s pleasure. It was one way to see it, at least, but it felt right, and Dan didn’t seem to mind. No surprise there.

So, he kept sucking to his heart’s content, feeling increasingly good about himself and the thick, delicious shaft leaking precum all over his tongue, especially when the rat grabbed the back of his head to actively fuck his mouth, unable to hold back those instinctive hip-twitches, burying himself deep in Sam’s mouth and in turn burying the bat’s nose in his musky pubic fluff. The masculine, deeply sexual scent made the bat’s head swim. The rat just smelled so virile that it made his pussy drool in anticipation yet again.

Soon Dan would be erupting in his mouth. That much, Sam didn’t need a cock of his own to figure out, so he coiled his long tongue around the tip and redoubled his efforts, overcome with a kind of perversely hungry lust, an eagerness to feel that thick, virile seed gush into his mouth.

Sam didn’t have to wait long. It took maybe a few seconds for Daniel to reach his peak after that. He groaned, thrust as deep as he could into Sam’s eager mouth, and then throbbed heavily, each throb punctuated by guttural little moans or pleasured instinctive squeaks. And with each throb, his cum flooded Sam’s mouth; the same risky cum that’d so easily leave him pregnant. Maybe the taste wasn’t good, exactly, but it was the power of it, along with the sticky and thick texture, that made it such a sexy treat. Sam swallowed eagerly, continuing to lather the rat’s cock with little suckles, lip-squeezes and licks to prolong his orgasm as much as possible.

Eventually, he slumped back into the bed.

“Oh my god,” he huffed. “Your tongue is amazing.”

Sam beamed with pride, only slowly letting the Rat’s softening, shrinking cock slip from the warm embrace of his mouth. He was more than a little wet and needy himself after swallowing all the rat had to give, and naturally, Dan was happy to reciprocate after taking a breather. Only there was the fact that sucking the rat’s cock had left Sam basically burning up with desire. The taste of cum on his tongue, the… well, the everything about it. The fact that he had let a cock go off in his mouth. Just that little fact, alone; it was almost too much to think about.

So instead, he – very shyly – sat down next to Daniel, and took a deep breath.

“I’d like you to fuck me. Like with a… c-c-c-“ he stammered, the unseen blush on his snout deepening at just how hard it was to get the word out. God, I wish I wasn’t so damn shy about this!

“With a condom? Mm, if you’d like,” Dan grinned. “I don’t mind helping you cum in turn.”

“B-but if you need a moment-“ Sam replied, perhaps trying to distract himself from what he had just asked for, when Daniel grabbed his hand and guided it to his cock. He had instantly gotten hard again at the chance of getting to fuck him, Sam realized, and it made him feel even sexier.

“I don’t,” the rat smiled, and grabbed a condom from the nearby nightstand, handing it to Samael, who – with trembling hands – slowly ripped the packaging open and rolled it onto Daniel’s shaft. The same shaft that’d been inside him bare not all that long ago. It looked scary, and yet so luscious and desirable that it made his heart beat faster just to see, and twice so to touch.

“You’ll just need to get naked for me, first. Let me help. Let’s see just how wet that cute pussy has gotten,” Dan smiled, with an affectionate but impatient kind of lust, as he pulled off the trembling bat’s sweater, then his shirt, and everything else, rather than waiting for the bat to deal with his sudden bout of paralyzing shyness.

At least this time there’d be a thin layer of rubber protecting him from the rat’s seed, Sam thought, as he closed his eyes, not daring to look at himself naked, nor at Dan and his beautiful, wanton erection. He laid back, leaving his legs spread and equally pretending he wasn’t there and needing it incredibly badly.

Daniel, of course, obliged happily. And so, their relationship went, only deepening from there as Sam slowly grew more and more adventurous, every day growing a little more comfortable exploring everything that they could do together.

Condom-protected sex turned out to be rather enjoyable, but somehow, it failed to scratch that deep, fertile itch inside Sam. So, sometimes – not often, but now and then, when in the safest part of his cycle – he’d let Daniel fuck him bare, too. Actually letting him cum inside was an even rarer treat, with the androgynous bat equally terrified of and intoxicated by the risk it always brought with it, but when it did happen, he came so hard he nearly lost consciousness every single time.

It made the following days a little awkward with all the worries that had now resurfaced, as well as the bothersome, naughty, but somewhat still sexy memory of Daniel’s cum dripping down his thighs. He liked that feeling, but that was only when the chance of pregnancy was so small as to be almost nonexistent. When actually in heat, he resolved to never let it happen; Sam had to get control of that heat-crazed beast inside him that reared its horny head every now and then, or he’d definitely end up pregnant.

Or maybe you should just do what your body wants, said the devil on his shoulder, thankfully easily pushed aside without the force of heat egging him on.

Either way.

Soon after their latest tryst, Dan barged into Sam’s room, excited and full of energy. He had a great plan for the weekend, but first, he wanted to know if Sam remembered their neighbor, Gage, the heavyset tabby cat next door.

“I mean yeah, I’ve met him a few times,” Sam answered.

“Well, I’m thinking, since I just got a promotion and you’re well on the way to earning one, we should invite him over for a little party to celebrate that!” Daniel explained, his excitement palpable. “And he’s very… nice, too. Sexually, you know, if you’d want to have some fun.”

“Oh,” was all Samael could muster in response. He didn’t really mind Daniel hooking up with the neighbor – it wasn’t as if they were a couple, and much less exclusive – and it wasn’t that Gage was unattractive, either. Sam thought he looked fine. He just didn’t know him very well. They’d only ever exchanged a few words here and there.

But at the same time, Sam’s heat was approaching, and the thought of being doted on by two attractive men made his heart skip a beat. He was caught in that heady mélange of shyness and desire and couldn’t get a single word out.

Daniel stepped closer, recognizing his hesitation. “We don’t have to, if you’re worried. I’m just saying, I think you deserve it for being such a hard worker,” he smiled. Was he laying it on a little thick? Maybe. But the sentiment was mostly genuine; he did want to help bring Sam out of his shell a little more. “And nobody’s going to do anything you don’t want us to! The point is really that we just hang out and have a good time!”

It sounded sensible. But again, Samael was perfectly aware that his heat was approaching. That meant there was a risk that if they ended up being intimate – which was a real risk if his heat got worse – he would end up begging for it, and then they’d end up taking that delicious risk once again, this time with a cat, too. He had heard that cats could trigger ovulation with their, well, barbs, which sounded both incredibly scary and hot, but it’d only apply if he went in raw. And Sam wouldn’t let either of them go in raw, would he? Maybe they wouldn’t go in at all. He could just say no, even if they hung out and he gave them both some courtesy blowjobs. That’d be hot already, wouldn’t it?

The tingling dampness between his legs told him it would be. But at the same time, maybe that was all just his horny fantasies. The point was, as Dan had said, that they’d just hang out. That didn’t always mean sex, Sam scolded himself

“Well, okay,” he squeaked, again at that embarrassing pitch of someone speaking after a long moment of hesitation. “Let’s do it.”

“Great! You pick a movie. I’ll mix us some tasty drinks,” Dan smiled.

Sure enough, that’s what they ended up doing. A few days later, Gage was invited over for the party, and after eating a relatively easy but very tasty dinner of tacos with all the toppings, the three of them ended up sitting together on the couch, sipping on drinks strong enough to burn Sam’s tongue, and watching a movie he only half paid attention to.

He was, after all, sandwiched between a handsome, dominant rat, and an equally handsome cat, who it seemed was also rather on the dominant side. Between the buzz of the strong alcohol and the good company, he was actually starting to feel comfortable, leaning against the stocky cat one moment and then his roommate the next. They were both warm, soft, attractive, and if this hadn’t been meant to be just a movie night-

“So, Samael,” Dan began. “I think you’ve pretty much figured out what your real reward is.”

-there he was again, sitting with his eyes wide open like an owl. Even though this was exactly what he had fantasized about, he hadn’t actually expected Dan to do it. He glanced at the rat, and then the cat as well. Both looked back at him, with a pair of rather mischievous looks on their faces.

“We just wanted to give you two boys to play with,” he beamed, and Gage chuckled as he watched the bat’s reaction. “You can do whatever you’d like with us.”

Samael was getting very tired of feeling like he was constantly lost for words, even with the alcohol in his system by now, but his libido shot up like one of those strength testing attractions at a fairground when hit with a mallet. And then he felt a hand between his legs. Rather than protesting, though, he leaned back and spread his legs just a little wider.

Maybe he really did need to relax a little. That was Dan’s whole point, wasn’t it? With the alcohol stealing away his inhibitions, it actually felt pretty nice. The cat was rubbing at his pussy through his pants, and soon he felt Dan’s fingers tease at his lips. Sam let his mouth fall open, and a finger quickly slid in, playing with his tongue in a way that really made him squirm.

“Someone’s being a really good bat for us tonight,” Gage purred, with false familiarity, cock desire, and more than a little masculine bravado. “Suck those fingers.”

But he didn’t stop there. Both men took one of his arms. Where his hands ended up being guided to rest was no great surprise, but Samael still found it breathtakingly erotic to find himself squeezing on two rock-hard bulges. Daniel quickly unzipped himself and let Sam’s hand wrap around his bare sheath and cock, while Gage was more patient, focused on slowly driving the bat wild with those knowing, kneading rubs, grinding the increasingly wet fabric of Sam’s panties against his clit, which quickly had him responding by moaning around Dan’s fingers.

He was drooling around them, but Daniel didn’t seem to mind, especially as Sam more boldly grasped his shaft and began to stroke him. And then, Gage too. He felt drunk in more ways than just one, the comfortable yet wanton sexuality of the moment rising to his head in the most beautiful way. He was sitting there, slowly being disrobed by both his lovers, with his hands full of beautiful cocks. One was smooth, the other barbed, which brought out another one those little shivers.

Samael imagined how it’d feel inside him, just in time for Gage to pull his head into his lap – the bat obediently opened his mouth and let the cat’s shaft slide in, to taste it, suck on it, lovingly worship every hard, barbed inch of it – while Daniel shed his clothes behind him and then pulled off Sam’s pants as well.

“Hungry, aren’t you? We had something different in mind, though, why don’t you suck Dan’s cock for me?” the cat grunted, reluctantly forcing Sam’s head off his cock.

He smelled wonderful too, and both his scent and taste lingered over Sam’s senses as Daniel guided his head into his lap in turn. But just as he opened his mouth, Dan held him back.

“Not yet. I want you totally focused on this next part,” the rat grinned, as he slowly petted his roommate while Gage got ready behind him.

Ready for what? Well, Sam realized that he was on all fours, his ass and pussy both enticingly presented for the cat he barely knew beyond a couple of quick conversations. Again, that sexy feeling of sluttiness washed over him, and it was obvious enough where this was going to lead if he didn’t say anything.

“Y-you’ll be using a condom, right?” he stuttered, as much as he, deep inside, would’ve preferred the cat didn’t use one.

“Until you think you can handle my barbs without one,” the cat chuckled, and then squeezed Sam’s rump, letting the bat feel both his fingers and claws.

And then, Sam felt the scary, yet very welcome bump of latex-wrapped hardness against his folds. Gage didn’t thrust in instantly, though; instead, he broke contact, and just as he was about to ask what was happening, the cat pushed his tongue deep into his pussy, catching his clit in his mouth and leaving the bat squirming helplessly.

“Hmm, Dan, you were right, he really does taste delicious,” Gage purred, keeping his snout pressed against all the sensitive spots back there and making sure Samael could feel him purr.

“Right? Should invite more people one day,” Dan laughed, but despite the somewhat demeaning words, he was busily petting every inch of Sam that he could reach, keeping the bat comfortable in his lap while their neighbor tasted him and got him ready. Gage wasn’t quite as big as the rat, but a completely drenched and eagerly clenching pussy was always more fun, as he saw it. So, he did what any cat presented with a tasty snack did; he kept licking, and licking, and licking, until Sam was breathlessly begging him to either fuck him, or let him cum.

And with Sam’s juices coating his muzzle, there was really only one choice for Gage at that point. He reared up, grabbed the slender bat’s hips, and drove his rubber-covered cock into his unresisting, soaked sex in one smooth thrust.

Here you are again, Sam’s inner voice emphasized, getting fucked right as you’re about to go into heat.

At least he’s wearing a condom, he countered.

Yeah, but we both know you’re going to ask him to take it off, replied that hungry, malicious side of him.

“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” Dan murmured, his fingers playing with and kneading Sam’s ears as the bat moaned and whimpered in his lap, nose buried in the rat’s fur just above his big, erect shaft.

Much like he knew he would, he was already starting to want to feel the cat’s barbs without the protective layer of rubber. Every thrust convinced him of it more deeply. His entire body was practically singing with pleasure, every inner muscle squeezing Gage’s shaft tightly.

Just let him fuck you raw. Let them both fuck you raw.

Fuck.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let him cum inside you,” Dan said reassuringly. Trusting the rat, or even himself in this state of glowing, increasingly fertile pleasure, was foolhardy at best, but Sam needed to feel more.

“P-please take it off,” Sam whimpered, his dark fur thankfully hiding the intense blushing as he surrendered to his urges once again, leaving all control in the hands of the two men currently enjoying him.

“Right. This might be a little intense,” Gage growled. He paused, only for a brief moment, to pull the condom off his cock, and then he thrust back inside with nothing between his virile cock – or the nub-like barbs on it – and Sam’s pussy.

His world went blank at the sheer intensity of it, a strangled sound of uncomprehending, overwhelmed pleasure spilling from his lips. He quivered, unable to even express how intense it felt, each scraping thrust feeling like it was pleasuring his very soul, firing off sensations that he couldn’t even have dreamt of that left him drooling like a faucet from both that thrumming, greedy pussy and his slack mouth.

“You’re doing great,” Dan whispered, and continued petting the bat, reassuring him that everything was okay despite the suddenly-much-bigger-feeling, barbed and unprotected cock plunging relentlessly into him.

If the heavyset cat wanted to, he’d end up pregnant. He was completely at his, and Daniel’s, mercy. Somehow that lusty, panting, moaning helplessness only made him want to throw caution to the wind even more, especially with the barbed thrusts emptying his mind of everything each time Gage pulled out.

Eventually, satisfied that the bat was comfortable enough to do two tasks at once – which he gauged purely from how loudly he was moaning – Daniel guided Sam’s mouth onto his cock. As always, he was big, hard, and warm, and the scent of him made the bat’s mind fog up even harder. He felt like he was viewing the world through the window of an unheated car in winter.

Only he was nowhere near cold. This was a fiery hot slice of heaven that he’d found himself in, one where he was totally full of cock in both ends, neither of them covered, and both plundering his body, taking from him any pleasure they wanted, and he was happy to provide. He felt so deep sexual, and just as much like a total slut, gyrating his hips for the cat while bobbing his head up and down on Daniel’s cock, eager to taste his cum again.

How excited he was getting was having a rather tangible effect on the other two men, as well. Every milking squeeze of his pussy forced the heavyset and strong cat closer to his orgasm, and Sam couldn’t stop clenching, no matter how dangerous it was, no matter how close it brought him to having his womb seeded again. Instead, he focused purely on worshipping Daniel’s cock, letting the thick shaft between his lips comfort him and his musky scent blank out his thoughts. He couldn’t believe it’s taken him this long to learn to enjoy sucking cock.

“Fuck, he’s… clenching pretty hard,” Gage hissed. He was gritting his teeth, fingers digging into Samael’s black-furred hips. “Soaking wet, too. I’m not sure how long I’m gonna- nngh, fuck- last!” he warned the two.

Daniel quickly got up, leaving a pillow under Sam’s head to keep him supported, with the bat staring longingly at the cock that was forced out from between his worshipful lips.

“Don’t cum inside him, remember,” he told Gage. “Unless you’ve changed your mind, Sam? I bet you’d like it.”

“N-nuh, don’t… don’t want to get-“ he stuttered, in that state of beautiful arousal where his entire body and mind felt like wobbly gelatin, unable to form the right words, or really much of anything but inarticulate moans. “-pregnant!”

“Well, you heard him, guess you’ll have to wait until next time,” Dan grinned.

With a grunt – not a dissatisfied one – Gage pulled out of Sam’s twitching cunt and lodged his cock between his cheeks instead. A split second later he felt him throb, a sensation quickly followed by a splatter of warmth across his back.

Sam, for his part, was left unsatisfied and whining. Deliberately, no doubt. He wanted to beg the cat to put it back in, but then he’d probably get pregnant instantly.

Well, however fast a single sperm cell could swim.

He glanced at Daniel longingly.

“Mm-mm, not yet,” the rat murmured with a hint of that soft but deeply cruel dominance to his voice. He seemed to enjoy watching Sam get slowly consumed by increasingly heated cocklust, with his sopping wet pussy twitching in desperation as he tried to grind against thin air. “You know when I go in, I’m not going to bother with one of these”.

He picked up the condom Gage had been wearing, stretched out to accommodate his cock, and draped it over Sam’s snout, ensuring that he could smell both his own lust and the cat’s musk.

“You won’t even mind,” Daniel purred, though he was primarily only teasing, knowing the effect it had on the bat. “I bet you’ll be begging for my cum at the end. Though that part is your choice-“

He paused for a moment.

“Or rather, your choice,” he chuckled, pressing his palm against Samael’s sex, burning hot to the touch, and kneading the entire mound at once. The bat let out another squeaking, increasingly needy moan. “Isn’t that right? What a good pussy you are, just wanting bare, raw cock in you. Wanting so badly get filled with cum…”

Having Daniel speak to his pussy rather than him felt demeaning in a most delicious way, because as much as the bat might’ve protested, he was very much thinking with his pussy – or maybe his ovaries – right now, rather than his cloudy mind. And those mismatched reproductive parts of his had their own set of desires that they would not let go of.

After letting Sam and Gage rest for a few minutes, Daniel finally grabbed hold of Sam’s waist and flipped him around so that the bat could see what was happening. His eyes fell on the rat, with his enormous cock hard and ready, positioning himself between Sam’s spread legs.

“Just tell me if you want me to stop,” he offered. It sounded genuine, for as much as Samael could tell anyone anything in the heated bliss-state he was in, especially once Daniel began to grind against his folds, just like he had done that very first time the rat had caught him in heat. The sensation was, just like it had been, incredible, and Sam couldn’t help but hook a leg behind the rat’s haunches to try to pull him inside his fertile sex.

Gage, at the same time, approached from the side. “Ya know, I thought about cleaning my cock, but I think you’d prefer to be the one doing it, wouldn’t you, you dirty little bat?” he grinned, and then, just as Samael turned his head to look, let his softening shaft fall onto his muzzle, staining it with more of his cum and the bat’s own juices.

He didn’t reply, but he obediently opened his mouth and took that cum-soaked cock into his mouth, sucking on it as if it were the greatest of delicacies. And in that moment, it was, each drip of cum that he managed to coax from the soft, slack tip setting his tastebuds alight with excitement. His own taste, too. He tasted sexy. No wonder the boys wanted to fuck him so badly.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” Dan rumbled. “No condom. No anything between us.”

“Yeah, look at the poor little guy, he needs that cock! Wish I could’ve creamed him though,” Gage laughed, as Samael kept suckling on his cock, cleaning every inch his tongue could reach. Now, it really felt like heaven. Gage’s cock had felt amazing, and it had left him very sensitive, but there was something special about Dan. The possessive but affectionate clutching, groping, and grunting. The way he twitched so eagerly inside him.

…the fact that he had already seeded him at his most fertile, and the visceral memories of how good it had felt welling up inside Sam as his body was rocked back and forth like a ragdoll on the sofa.

This time, he really might end up having a baby, if he didn’t stop. And instantly, responding to that thought with pure instinct, he clenched so hard his inner muscles almost cramped up. Somehow, he almost wished they did, and took the choice away from himself by forcing Dan to remain buried deep inside him.

Yet, he hoped that Dan wasn’t planning to actually do it.

In only a few minutes, regardless, Daniel’s skillful thrusting combined with his sheer girth had the bat teetering just on the edge of climax once more. It was easy enough to recognize. The glassy-eyed stare in his eyes, the hitching of his weak breath.

“Gonna cum for me, bat? Want me to knock you up?” Daniel teased, flexing his cock inside Sam so the bat could feel what he had in store for him.

“N-no, don’t, don’t cum in- oh, I’m gonna-“ Sam stuttered. His claws raked across Dan’s back as the rat fucked him closer and closer to climax. His entire body felt like a singular coiled spring, ready to explosively unwind and drown him in pleasure. He wanted it. All that pleasure was just seconds away. Sam drew a deep breath.

He arched his back, and then, with a joyful moan, he came, going from stiff with anticipation to wildly thrashing underneath his lover, and in one fateful moment, locking his legs around the rat’s hips to rock against him. It wasn’t intentional. It just felt like the right thing to do to his subconscious mind, wallowing in orgasmic pleasure.

Daniel’s goal had been to tease the bat, only to then pull out at the last second. Only this time, he couldn’t. Caught in the throes of an intense orgasm, Samael’s strong legs squeezed him to himself, and he wasn’t able to pull hard enough to extricate himself from the milking wet caress of his pussy.

“I- I can’t-“ he protested, voice choking on pleasure as Sam’s body did what it wanted with him, without any input from his conscious mind. He felt a brief flare of anxiety, at repeating that one fateful night a few months ago.

Gage laughed as he watched. “You’re the one who wanted to play it risky, rat. Guess you’re both gonna be parents, now.”

He did take a moment to soothingly pat Samael’s head, just like Daniel had done earlier, and then Dan’s own. “It’ll be alright,” he smiled. Not that Sam paid much attention to anything anyone was saying: his world was a roaring mess of carnal ecstasy, as his pussy glutted on the thick, firm, virile offering, instinctively aware its owner was only seconds away from filling his fertile womb.

Well, Dan’s resolve to not cum was quickly eroded by those clenches. That was their purpose, after all. Just like his purpose was to give the bat what he wanted. And so, he did, with a loud groan heralding his dangerous climax.

Just as he began to be aware of what was happening – dimly realizing that he was holding Dan inside him and relaxing his legs – it was already too late. Sam felt that dreaded yet deeply anticipated throb inside him, and it threw his mind into a maelstrom of pleasure in which he couldn’t make heads or tails of the anxious pleasure that engulfed all of him. He felt the throbs, yes, and the faint wet heat that followed, snuffing his heat out just as it had begun to intensify.

And just like any fertile man’s or woman’s would, his body rewarded both him and his lover in droves. Oh, Sam had already been cumming, but he came twice as hard, so intensely that he couldn’t breathe at all, but that didn’t matter; all that mattered was that his forceful contractions sucked up as much of the potent offering left inside him as deep into his womb as possible.

“F-fuck, S-samael,” Dan groaned. He surrendered to the moment fully. He didn’t mean anything anymore, he just wanted to speak his lover’s name as his body gave what little seed remained to him, in weak little twitches. And then he slumped down, only barely catching himself with his elbows.

“Well, that was a hot show, we really gotta do this more often,” Gage grinned. “Especially ‘cause I think pregnant women always get even hornier… figure that has to apply to men too, right?”

“Oh, s-shut up, you…” Dan protested, though at the same time, he did really want Samael to end up pregnant. At least as long as the hazy afterglow held him in its blissfully strangling grasp.

Gage casually took a seat next to the thoroughly fucked couple and picked up a slice of pizza that remained from what he had ordered. “Well, why end the right here?” he chuckled, focusing his attention on the television – which had been showing some random movie about giant monsters to unseeing eyes and unhearing ears for the last hour or so – and relaxed, fully satisfied in his own role in things.

Though Daniel certainly wanted to worry, he couldn’t. Instead, he gently nestled himself against Sam, relaxing as he listened to the movie, even if he couldn’t turn around to watch it without leaving his warm, loving, eager embrace.

And as for Samael himself, after his orgasm had faded, he was left lying beneath Dan, too limp to move much at all. He’d quickly grow to realize that unless he got on the pill, he’d inevitably end up in this situation again and again and again, unable to resist any sort of advances when in heat, even with his natural shyness. But maybe that was fine, he mused, halfway asleep already in a daze of pleasure and the fading buzz of alcohol. Maybe it’d be okay. Maybe he should just get pregnant, have a baby, and be done with it.

And then a few dozen more, each with a different father.

Maybe not. But it was a pleasant thought to fall asleep to, with his pussy full of virile cum soaking into his womb on its hunt for eggs to fertilize.