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Kyrie stumbled out of the back door of the farmhouse, the white-scaled dragon's lithe body quivering in the cool, afternoon air. His blue-tinged earfins twitched as he heard the almost warbling yowl that he recognized as coming from Salrith's throat, along with the rumbling, pleased growl that could only be Diablo as the large, quadrupedal reptile did whatever he was doing to her.

The scent of sloppy, enthusiastic sex was so thick in the air that it left very little doubt about what that was.

For a moment, he teetered just over the threshold, just processing everything that had happened – that he had found out today. That he had done today. One hand absently trailed down to rub his belly, embarrassment and a note of fear slithering through his thoughts as he considered what he was about to tell his partner. The other rose to rub at the little, dark sigil on his chest, equal emotions tumbling around as he did

Kyrie wasn't sure why he felt a wave of embarrassment – Salrith had done so much more with Diablo in the times that they had visited the farm owned by the big vartello (or 'wart', as they were colloquially known). She even called herself a vartello, now – a little fact that Kyrie admittedly felt turned on by, too. Yet, Kyrie had always imagined himself as… better, somehow.

The big, black and red-scaled paw that pushed against Kyrie's back reminded his distressingly naked form that, in fact, he maybe wasn't so much better than his eight-eyed partner. He stumbled forwards as Solus's six-legged form encouraged him, a genuinely eager smile on his big, ridged face.

Solus was unusual for a wart. Other than being two-coloured, he also had six legs instead of the usual four. He had four yellow eyes, all of them locked on Kyrie's own two blue ones, and he had a pair of insectoid pincers that protruded from the back of his mouth. He also had two vaguely draconic horns – white, in contrast to Kyrie's two blue ones – that were more attractive than Kyrie felt comfortable admitting out loud.

He also had a dark sigil on his barrel-like chest, matching the one on Kyrie's own. It was a little bigger on him from sheer size comparison, though.

“Yeah, hold my horns, sweetheart," Solus had rumbled. His big, broad head had been between Kyrie's legs, his feral tongue sloppily squelching and helping itself in and out of Kyrie's slit. “They make great handlebars," he'd grinned, four eyes fixed on Kyrie as he kept applying more and more pressure to the white dragon's tender slit – until his tongue schlucked inside and put an overwhelming stretch in him.

Kyrie's legs had been locked around Solus's neck, back pinned to the wall, and the noises he'd made… The feeling of slick saliva drooling down his taint and tail as Solus lovingly slobbered him closer to the edge, his dick not even putting in an appearance…

“C'mon, babe," Solus rumbled, his feral chest giving his voice a truly resonant timbre. He nudged Kyrie forward, and the white dragon stepped further out and around the corner, dirt squashing beneath his toes.

Kyrie stopped with a deep, blue blush as he did, coming face to face with his partner and Diablo. Salrith – bless her heart – was half Kyrie's size, looking vaguely like a cross between a kobold and some kind of bug; six-limbed, eight-eyed, and with cute pincers just like Solus's. Diablo, the anomalously intelligent red wart that had come to own the farm and its expansive surrounds, was more than twice Kyrie's size.

Somehow, despite that difference, Diablo's ridged and obscenely fat cock was squashed nearly a full third into Salrith's unmissably gaping, jutting spade as she lay on her back, the bulge in her blue belly so obscene that her udder was pushed out to dangle its four teats vaguely over her face. She looked like she was barely lucid, and Diablo – facing away from her as he drilled his beast of a dick down into her – had an expression of utter delight plastered on his huge snout.

It wasn't something new to Kyrie. Although he and Salrith were together, when they visited the farm, Salrith and Diablo had something of an… arrangement. Normally, Salrith was Kyrie's partner-cross-pet, spending her days with him doing everything from traversing worlds together, to watching movies together, to servicing the white dragon under his desk with practiced obedience. While on the farm, though, Salrith was 'temporarily' Diablo's property, instead. Diablo liked the term wife, and called her Umber as a 'wart name'.

Kyrie had used his Connection abilities to snip the link between Salrith's intelligence and her womb, so for cross-breeding purposes she was just an animal. Diablo's intelligence was magical, so he wouldn't pass it onto his offspring, either. It meant that, just like any two 'ordinary animals', their union wouldn't result in anything with sapience. But Solus had… slipped through in that brief window before Kyrie had made it so that Salrith's numerous bestial offspring stopped rolling the intelligence dice. The only one. And what a one.

Spurred on by Solus's pushing, Kyrie stumbled up to Diablo and Salrith as the big, red vartello peered at him with his large, golden eyes.

“Need my wife?" Diablo rumbled, squashing his cock down into Salrith until the four-armed creature squealed, a lewd squelching sound in the air as her Y-shaped folds stretched into a puffy O and yellowy cum squeezed out around his dick. Clearly they weren't on round one.

“K-Kyrie!" Salrith squeaked.

“Uh, maybe this isn't a good time," Kyrie muttered as his earfins flicked back. Stars above, Salrith was stretchy for her size. Her upper graspers dug into the ground as she scrunched her green eyes shut. The smell of sex was already thick in Kyrie's nose.

Suddenly, Solus's snout struck Kyrie's back and pushed him forwards, sending the white dragon tumbling to all fours. He landed on hands and knees right next to Diablo, the big, intelligent feral glancing back to give a mildly curious look. His hips were still lazily pounding downwards.

Kyrie remembered Solus doing the exact same pose not two nights ago. Kyrie laying with his shoulders on the floor, rump leaned against his bedframe. Solus had crept in, again, and was half-laying on the bed, his unusual cock poking down over the edge of the bed… and right into the white dragon's slit.

Kyrie hadn't been able to stop squeezing, but Solus's shaft was so pliant before he came that he had made it fit anyway. Kyrie had kept two hands clapped around his snout and had still wound up howling when Solus's cock had fattened up and…

_ _

“It's a great time," Solus's voice rumbled, snapping Kyrie back to the present, his heavy legs thumping forwards as he so casually stepped over Kyrie's back. He felt the hybrid wart's belly brush against his tail and wings as two big forepaws pressed into the dirt on either side of his shoulders. Diablo didn't stop humping, tugging Salrith's spade and whole lower body sloppily up and down.

Kyrie's eyes bulged and his blush felt like it quadrupled when he felt the fat, spongey tip of Solus's cock squash against his left thigh. Oh, fuck. Kyrie had on some level known this was coming. He had walked out of the house naked, and worse. But despite his ability to see what was in the future, he had pointedly avoided looking at what was about to happen.

And now it was here. Dense. Squishy. Fat. And poking him eagerly in the rump, as Diablo and Salrith openly fucked right beside him.

Kyrie groaned as Solus adjusted his hips, his fore- and mid-paws caging him in, until that overwhelming shaft kissed beneath his tail and right against his puckered ring instead. He started to casually grind it against him, a little squirt of precum quickly smearing his already slick rump and drooling down towards the back of his slit.

“Wow," Diablo rumbled, glancing down at Kyrie as he panted softly. He paused, and Salrith gasped, making Kyrie think that the red wart had deliberately flexed inside her. “I thought I'd heard some noises the past few nights," he said.

“Mmhm," Solus practically purred, craning his head down to lick the top of Kyrie's head. “Hey, dad? Kyrie's got something to tell you and mom." Kyrie felt one of Solus's midpaws slide between them and seek out his tail. Kyrie's heart thumped in his chest as Solus took a gentle but firm grip on his tail, then began to pull it up and over his back, then out to the side. It forced his ass to lift and press against Solus's cock just that little bit more.

“We're gonna make this official," Solus had growled into Kyrie's ear, cock wedged so deep that it felt like it was stirring around the white dragon's very thoughts.

“Yyyyessss," Kyrie had moaned, hardly able to believe that the words were coming from his mouth. Solus's scent smelled so good …

“Good… Mom mentioned you like formality , yeah? She said you've got some proper binding agreements … Magical or something, right? We're gonna make one, sweetheart. Right as you cum for me."

Kyrie remembered the pulse that had wracked his slit as it clenched around that fat, pistoning cock. Kyrie's heart had been pounding. Salrith and Diablo had an 'official' thing on the farm… But…

_When Solus's cock had fattened up and that flowing slime had pumped into his slit again, Kyrie's objections had dissolved like so much goo. _

“A-aAAH?" Salrith's voice broke, making Kyrie gasp. “Ffh—Diablo, please ssslow—"

“Shh, Umber," Diablo rumbled. “Solus's speaking. Be a good cow and take your bull, hmm?"

Salrith made a strangled noise, but fell quiet. Kyrie had always thought her compliance was a little needless, almost exaggerated. But now he understood. Fuck, he understood.

“I—I mean," Kyrie stumbled, gasping as Solus deliberately swayed his hips and pushed his dick against the dragon's pucker. He felt that enormous crown threaten to squish inside again. “It's… nnh, Solus!" Kyrie groaned out as he felt Solus's midpaw slide to his chest, pressing gently down on it to squash the dragon to the dirt even as his other midpaw held his rump up by the tail.

“Don't mind me," Solus said. “Go on, already. Tell her the good news."

With his chest down to the ground now, Kyrie grunted as Solus moved one of his forepaws and his midpaw to manhandle his arms. The big wart squashed them to Kyrie's side, leaving him feeling surprisingly helpless. Yet also safe, too. The big reptile had such a bulk to him that while he was on top, Kyrie felt not just trapped in place, but sheltered. Possessed.

Diablo's attention held on Kyrie as he just lazily bucked his hips up and down, making a sloppy, frothy mess of Salrith's swollen cunt. She whimpered and dug her claws into the dirt, eyes fluttering as she tried to focus on Kyrie, too.

“C'mon, babe," Solus purred into Kyrie's earfin while Diablo's big paws curled in the dirt. “You can either make the announcement, or…" Solus ground his plump girth against Kyrie's ring, pushing until—with an overwhelming squelch, the white dragon felt his muscles abruptly fail him and that huge, feral crown plop into his body. “…I can do it, via demonstration." Solus licked his neck while Kyrie urgently clenched, waves of strained pleasure sparking through his lower body. “But I'll definitely add some fun embellishments."

“NnhHAH!" Kyrie yelped out, eyes straining as his toes dug into the dirt. He saw the older wart grinning at his and Solus's display, his two big, yellow eyes fixed on his son with a note of pride. Kyrie felt his cheeks burning at the reality of having Solus's thick, pulsating flesh inside him while he was right next to Diablo and Salrith. His only solace was that Salrith was in a similar position. But some part of him had felt he was better than this. “Maybe it's not— the right— time and— place," Kyrie groaned out, trying to squirm away from that next step. Maybe just to test if Solus was going to follow through.

Solus didn't ease up. Instead, he pulled back a little, making Kyrie's tailhole tug outwards with his slimy crown, then pushed back inside and forced an embarrassingly slovenly gasp from the white dragon's throat.

“Sure it is. Now, and here," Solus rumbled. “C'mon. Tick, tock, Kyrie. I'm gonna start humping in a moment. Don't you want her to know?"

The floorboards had creaked beneath Solus's weight as the young vartello knocked the door shut with his tail. Kyrie had felt the wall against his back, dressed only in his hastily-thrown-on robe, his heart starting to thump a little harder as his brain slowly caught up with what Solus had just said.

The black and red wart had lifted up, standing on only two legs so that one of his forepaws could thump against the wall beside Kyrie's shoulders. He'd looked so alien on two legs instead of all sixes. It made him almost feel like a proper person. Kyrie had felt boxed in – cradled, almost. Despite being smaller than his father, Solus was still large in the way that quadrupeds – or hexapods, in Solus's case – got to be.

“Don't think I can't smell you," Solus had repeated.

“I— I really don't know what you mean," Kyrie had muttered, the words feeling weak even as he had spoken them. Solus had just laughed, softly but with that deep rumble that made Kyrie's whole body vibrate in response. Was Solus's nose really that good? Kyrie had kept a candle burning…

“C'mon, uncle. I know mom. So I know…" he'd trailed off, letting his midlegs lift to gently hold onto Kyrie's hips. Kyrie remembered having so many thoughts in his mind that he couldn't pick one to move forward on. Solus's paws had squeezed him as the four-eyed wart continued. “…that you're used to regular relief."

Kyrie had lifted his arms and held them up to Solus's chest, giving the vartello a gentle push. Solus didn't back away, though. He was solid, like a stone. Kyrie found it almost impossible to accept that this mountain of a reptile had come out of Salrith those years ago.

“I thought you said you wanted something, Solus," Kyrie had said. Solus had smiled.

“Mmh. I do." He'd shifted his weight a little, his yellow eyes narrowing as his mandibles twitched on either side of his big muzzle. “I want… you , uncle."

Kyrie had felt his cheeks immediately burn. He had flustered and once again, words had fallen away. His traitorous slit had felt a little tighter.

“Um—" he'd muttered, the eloquence of years of navigating councils and adversaries falling away before the simple directness of what was essentially a talking farm animal. Sure, he'd—

“Don't tell me you've never imagined it," Solus had rumbled, as though plucking the thoughts from his head. “Feeling what it is that addicted mom so much, hmm? Vartello. Except of course, you're a person. And dad's got mom, and everyone else is, well, literally a mindless beast." He'd craned his neck down until his heated, damp breath could billow against Kyrie's earfin. “…Except, you know. Me."

Kyrie had let out a shaky breath, feeling his tail flick against the wall, his loose robe feeling so insubstantial before the bulk of Solus.

“Except you," Kyrie had found himself echoing.

Those words had brought a pleased rumble to Solus's throat, and he'd slowly stroked his midpaws down and up Kyrie's body. They felt frightfully strong.

“Just tell me if you want me to stop, uncle," Solus had purred to him, slowly moving one midpaw to Kyrie's shoulders, pulling at his robe. His other trailed downwards – and Kyrie felt the first contact of his adoptive nephew's paw rub against his slit. Kyrie's toes dug into the floor, and he found his hips pushing back against him. Solus's paw felt his dick through his robes as it slowly hardened – and began to deliberately rub. Kyrie suppressed a quiet moan. “And if you need to tell mom something, just—well, just tell her you're trying out what she and dad have been doing every night, yeah?"

Kyrie swallowed, and didn't quite manage to stop Solus from pulling off his robe and introducing him to his tongue.

“KnoOoOw what?" Salrith squealed, her legs bouncing in the air as Diablo kept thumping down into her stretched spade, slime dripping down the underside of her tail and udder.

Kyrie suppressed a whine. He wouldn't whine, but he felt that squirming urge as Solus's flesh slowly started to increase in pressure inside his tailhole, gradually beginning to insist itself further inwards.

“You know how you—ah!" Kyrie groaned as Solus's midpaws pulled his hips backwards, helping squash another inch of impossibly fat, feral dick into his rump.

“Y-yeah?" Salrith groaned.

“How you're… Diablo's… while we're here?" Kyrie continued, finding himself hardly believing what he was vocalizing. Then Solus pulled back, only to sink more of his twitching, throbbing shaft back into his hole. He moaned out, toes curling and hand digging into the dirt, his muscles straining to keep the six-legged wart out with embarrassing futility.

Kyrie had been so thoroughly bred over the past few days that Solus was able to just squelch into him with a subtle push of his big hips. Kyrie felt his cock hardening up as his ridged dick plugged his protesting ring, his own blue, spaded crown starting to spread his white-scaled slit and poke downwards towards the ground.

Salrith didn't seem to be in a much easier spot. Every time she opened her mouth to answer, Diablo lifted his hips, tugging her obscenely gaped spade up with him, only to drop back down again. He only moved a half-inch, but his feral cock was so thick that Kyrie could still barely wrap his mind around how much wart dick was being plunged in and out of her. And evidently, nor could Salrith, given the way her eight eyes kept bulging and she kept failing to answer.

Kyrie saw her nod, and took it as a signal that she understood.

Before the white dragon could continue, though, Solus decided he had been given long enough. Which was horrible for Kyrie's ability to communicate.

Suddenly, Kyrie understood first-hand the trouble Salrith was having with speaking. The steady rocking-bouncing of her body as Diablo wedged his fat shaft in and out of her swollen cunt became Kyrie's world, too, as Solus tugged his hips back and then punched the full weight of his slimy breeder into Kyrie's tailhole… then pulled back, lurched forward. Back. Forwards. In. Out.

Just like he'd done that morning. And the night before. And …

_ _

Solus had held two big, bulky forepaws up against the wall, letting him lean. His two midpaws had been wrapped around Kyrie's body, pinning his wings to his body as the big, six-legged wart squashed his crown against Kyrie's slit.

“I'm not a girl," Kyrie had moaned, toes curling.

“Shh," Solus had rumbled back. “I don't mind. I still wanna fuck you here. Besides, two guys, uncle… What's the harm?" He'd set his big snout right beside the white dragon's head, cock throbbing.

“It won't fit," Kyrie had gasped, writhing. But Solus hadn't relented. His extra set of paws had thumb-like dewclaws on them, letting him properly hold things. Including Kyrie – like a fleshlight.

“Sure it will," Solus had purred, licking his neck. “You just… gotta… relax."

And sure enough, his fat, slick crown had sunk inside – and Kyrie had seen spots.

“OhFUCK," the white dragon had positively squeaked. “Pullitoutpullitout!"

“Fuck… indeed," Solus had groaned. “Hold it, sweetheart. Just for a few, nngh… seconds…"

And Kyrie had. And Solus had finished in his slit, climaxing in just those seconds, his feral heritage giving him a hair-trigger … and all the stamina to go two or four times more right afterwards.

Kyrie still wondered if that was that was when he'd been knocked up.

“SssOLUS!" Kyrie gasped, the sound punctuated by a sloppy squelch that came from beneath his tail. Solus gave a rumbling, feral chuckle and dragged his slimy, fat tongue along the back of Kyrie's neck.

The noises that started to fill the air as Solus's dick fit in and out of his tailhole, tugging it and dimpling it back in knocked the air from his lungs. As the big beast's crown thumped against his prostate, Kyrie felt like he was going to burst. His cock was fully hard now, pulsing needily in the air, knot slowly but inevitably fattening as his spaded tip began to drool onto the dirt between his legs.

“Well, go on," Solus grunted, midpaws sliding along Kyrie's body, holding him in place as the black and red wart casually humped him. Solus was getting close. Kyrie could feel his tell-tale pulsing. So fast!

“Fuck!" Kyrie managed to splutter. “Nngh! I-I've got- I've got something like—ahh, SOLUS!" Talking felt impossible beneath the rhythmic, sloppy slap-pap-plap of Solus's flesh squelching into him. “—Something like that with your son!" he finally managed to gasp, clawing at the ground.

“Rrh. You and Solus, eh?" Diablo asked with a satisfied purrumble, wiggling his hips left and right in a way that made Salrith sing out in overwhelmed desperation.

Solus gave a disapproving growl and drew back for a moment – only to punch his cock directly into Kyrie's guts, hard enough that a particularly fat ridge popped in through his sphincter and nearly made him cum on the spot, knot swelling warningly. Fuck, was he going to cum from having his ass railed again? In front of Salrith and Diablo, no less… When Solus came, Kyrie didn't know if he would last…

“Come on, sweetheart," Solus's voice rumbled above him, the sweaty, scaly body of Kyrie's hexapedal partner feeling so warm against his back. Kyrie tried to force out the words, but Solus's rhythmic pounding was merciless. “Rrgh… You know what to say… Fuck. Fuuuck."

Solus's cock pulsed thickly, veins throbbing so hard that Kyrie could feel them in his tailhole. Solus's thrusts became suddenly erratic as he hammered home. “Try again," Solus groaned, “or I'm using titles. Nnghuh_cumming_," the big wart growled.

Before Kyrie could respond, Solus's big mouth suddenly opened and then clamped down on his right shoulder. He gasped as the feral creature's blunt teeth dug into his collarbone in a mating pin as he felt Solus's fat cock suddenly thicken.

Warts didn't have knots like Kyrie did. But when they came, they still swelled up – only, instead of their base, it was their whole cock that practically ballooned to fill every iota of space they could. Solus, owing to his hybrid heritage, had an unusual cock on top of that.

So when Solus, with all the hair-trigger of an elevated farm animal, began moan-growling into Kyrie's shoulder only maybe ten good humps into breeding him, Kyrie suddenly felt his whole rump go from aching to unbearable. The wart's fat cock fought against his muscles in its attempt to double itself in size, while Solus's tip suddenly bloomed forwards like a slithering eel, punching its way so deep into him that it almost hurt.

And then he felt Solus's cumtube fatten, and suddenly came the finger-thick squirt of hot, custardy vartello cum that his lover jetted halfway to his stomach.

“A—aahh!" Kyrie groaned as he felt the sticky spurt-spurt-spurt- spltch _ begin to flood his tailhole. He felt like a _water balloon being inflated by slime. His prostate was flattened by the sheer girth of Solus's inflating cock pushing so hard against it, and his own dick began to throb urgently. His jaw quivered, and the scent of sex clung to his nostrils. He felt his guts bloat. He felt that knot of pressure begin to throb within his dick to the rhythm of his own racing heartbeat. “I-I've got—I've got eggs," he moaned out, feeling his face burn a dark shade of blue.

The words hung in the air as Solus just drilled and ground into him, wedging his dick in and out as his spunk flooded Kyrie pulse by pulse, until the pressure began to build to an uncomfortable level all throughout his lower body. With Solus fattened up all the way, none of it could come out. It was like being knotted, but more.

Kyrie's own dick throbbed awfully, his knot pulsing needily. He was—he was getting close. So close! And throb by relentless throb, Solus's incessant pulsing was pushing him closer.

The worst part was that Solus knew it – and with feral stamina, kept humping. Slowly. Powerfully. Wedging his bloated dick against Kyrie's prostate over and over again until it felt like a battering ram intent on making him lose it.

“FMMCK!" Kyrie had howled, voice strangled as Solus bred him on the floor, missionary style. His slit had been leaking yellowy, gooey cum from Solus's first two rounds, and he had asked his black and red 'nephew' to please give his slit a break.

He hadn't expected being rutted in his ass to feel so intense. With his dick free to fatten up and throb to the big wart's rhythm, he'd been helpless when he'd started to feel the toe-curling, telltale sensation of orgasm sweeping over him.

Until Solus had just fit his big muzzle to Kyrie's and kissed him – filling his mouth with so much slimy vartello tongue that Kyrie felt like he was gagged. And like that, hammering into the white dragon's gaping tailhole, Solus had pushed him over the edge completely untouched.

When he'd pulled away – still humping to prolong the white dragon's orgasm, but letting him breathe – he'd grinned so earnestly, like hearing Kyrie's howl had lit up his entire day.

“Fuck, indeed. I see why mom likes you – you're so fucking hot when you lose control, uncle. … Mmph … I'm gonna give you a minute. Then I'm gonna make you finish again, sweetheart."

Kyrie had felt utterly smitten.

“Eggs?" Salrith managed to groan out, pushing her head up from the ground a little. “Fuck, Diablo, easy, pleeeaassse!"

Thump-thump-thump. Kyrie wanted Solus to stop. And to not stop. Stop. Don't stop! His cock was pulsing needily and he could feel his willpower crumbling.

“Knocked up, huh?" Diablo purred. He grinned at Solus, and that made Kyrie's cheeks burn again. He wanted to lower his tail, but Solus's midleg kept his tail tugged up with a vice-like grip. “Proud of you, son. See? Told you that you didn't need your mom's help for eggs."

Thump-thump-thump, thump-thump-thump! Kyrie gasped, feeling the pressure build to a maddening, desperate degree in his overworked ass as the fluid pressure only grew.

“Mmf, one second, dad, just gotta make her cum," Solus groaned.

“SssSOLUS!" Kyrie clawed at the ground as that moment of inevitability began to close around his neck. He tried to hold back, embarrassment tingling at his dick as he felt himself losing control.

Then Kyrie felt something in his core give, like a cork popping – and Kyrie felt an internal squelch of slime start to pour itself deeper into him. The pressure in his rump eased as Solus's spunk began to truly flood him… and feeling that, his six-legged lover tugged back just enough to let the next goopy, yellowy pulse of wart cum erupt out from his tailhole around his swollen cock. It fountained down along the backside of his own shaft and added just a tickle of slimy sensation, and in two more humps, Solus hit his button in just the right way. He played Kyrie's prostate like an instrument and the white dragon outright squealed.

“SoluUUSSSSS! Oh, fuck!"

“Theeere we go," Solus moaned. “Whose eggs you got, sweetheart?"

Kyrie clawed at the ground, eyes bulging as his brain practically shut down while urgent, overwhelming contractions wracked his lower body. Solus's enormous, hip-spreading cock in his ass made it all the more mind-blanking. His knot fattened and his whole cock jerked while he gasped haggard, desperate lungfuls of sex-scented air.

Kyrie felt cum surge through the belly of his dick and noisily spurt onto the dirt between his legs, a rhythmic, all-encompassing throbbing that felt so good.

“Well?" Solus purred, licking Kyrie's neck.

“YOURS!" Kyrie shouted.

“Oh fuck," Salrith moaned. “We're going to clutch together?"

“Aaaand?" Solus practically purred into Kyrie's ear, his breath hot and humid. He kept wedging his dick back and forth, breaking Kyrie's prostate and prolonging the white dragon's anal orgasm.

“We're—we're doing the same—same thing as you two!" Kyrie gasped. “I agreed to be his- his part time… part time…"

“Wart wife," Solus growled out in deep satisfaction. Kyrie saw spots as he whimpered, pumping out rope after sticky rope. He couldn't stop it. Couldn't help it.

“Oh fuck," Salrith repeated. “Kyrie that's… really hot," she squeaked.

As aftershocks of Kyrie's climax spasmed through his body, dick finally beginning to soften, he felt Solus's hips slowly, achingly draw back. It was like unstoppering a dam. His poor hole, practically tingling from how stretched it felt, suddenly began to pour off-white spunk in gooey waves. He felt Solus's dick droop downwards under its own, overwhelming weight to poke against his softening knot.

“Mm, but, no," Solus rumbled into Kyrie's earfin. The way he growled made Kyrie's heart flutter. He started pressing his crown against the base of Kyrie's softening dick, almost squishing it back in. Diablo grunted and looked at them both, while Salrith trembled and tried to look between Solus and Kyrie. “You didn't."

“What?" Kyrie found himself asking.

“I didn't agree to any part time arrangements, sweetheart," Solus crooned, nuzzling the back of Kyrie's head. Suddenly, Kyrie felt Solus's other midpaw press down on his back, pinning his chest to the dirt. His cock flexed and squashed against his slit again with much more deliberate force.

Kyrie knew it could fit.

Solus had enthusiastically fit it in his slit half a dozen times already. It was why he was in this predicament at all.

“What?" Kyrie repeated, feeling tingles of fear and traitorous excitement bubbling through his lower belly. Solus began to push his shaft forcefully against his slit, cock kissing cock until the white dragon's blue tip was nudged all the way inside. Then, Solus's dick began to apply real pressure.

“Mmhm. You agreed to be my wart wife, uncle," Solus rumbled out with a tone that dripped both raw, smouldering desire mixed with somehow embarrassingly genuine affection. Which made some sense, since Kyrie had been around Solus on and off almost his entire life. “I didn't say anything about part-time."

“But I'm with Sal—" Kyrie began, only for Solus to disrupt his protest as his fat, cum-slicked crown squelched into his slit, now. Kyrie's voice broke into a trembling quaver of groans.

“Oho," Diablo rumbled, a deep smirk playing around his muzzle. He fixed his gaze on Kyrie as he focused – and Salrith gasped. “Hear that, Umber? Your dragon's gotten hitched. Looks like the time limit on our arrangement just expired, too."

“Hitched?" Salrith squeaked, then gave a long, slovenly moan as Diablo rewarded her with a few slow, tender humps. Her legs trembled and she moved her lower graspers to hold onto Diablo's hindlegs.

“Now you and mom can finally stay together all the time, dad," Solus hissed out as his thick shaft squashed inch by inch into Kyrie's slit. The stretch of it was overwhelming, and he found himself unable to squeeze out a word with all his focus seemingly locked into being wrapped around Solus's fat, ridged dick. “My wife and I made a – what did you call it, sweetheart? A ritual pact?"

“Wait—fuck, Kyrie, what did you do?" Salrith gasped as Diablo lifted his hips slowly, pulling her up by her distended spade.

“I—I thought you said temporary," Kyrie moaned as Solus's dick throbbed. Why did it feel so damnably good?!

“And pass up tail this fuckable? Not in a million years, babe. You're mine, now. This is real. And those eggs I put in you are going to be the first of many. You know mom. Warts like you two—"

“I'm not a wart!" Kyrie gasped, which only prompted Solus to hump one shallow but firm thrust into his slit – stretching him out and making him yowl to the air.

“—Warts like you and her stay damn near constantly pregnant. I promise you that you're not going to be aaaany different," he rumbled as Kyrie felt a spurt of precum erupt in his slit. Oh, fuck. He'd made a pact.

_ _

“Fuck yeah, you're gonna be mine, aren't you, sweetheart?" Solus had moaned into Kyrie's throat, hammering his cock back and forth inside Kyrie's slit. They had been visiting for a couple of weeks this time, and Solus had been in Kyrie's room almost every night.

“YyyES!" Kyrie had shouted, claws dug into the sheets, knees spread, laying on his back beneath his red-and-black lover. Holding magic while Solus's cock plumbed his slit, missionary style was almost impossible. He couldn't believe he was really going to do it this time. “Nnhaah!" He couldn't believe how hot it felt.

“Dad's got mom, rrfh… And I'm gonna have you." Solus pulled his ridged cock back with a lewd, slimy squelch, then held it there – throbbing with his crown just inside the white dragon's gaping hole. “Aren't I?"

“Yes, holy fuck," Kyrie had groaned out, staring up at the vartello's big, smugly delighted muzzle, watching it flicker in the light of the spell he was mostly-focusing on.

“Because as devoted as you are to mom…" He had craned his neck down and licked Kyrie's neck, his thick and squishy tongue dragging a trail of slippery slime all along his scales. “You're just as devoted to your nephew's fat, wart cock, ain't that right?"

“Sssolus," Kyrie had gasped, claws trembling as he held the seed of their pact between his claws. He was to cast it right before he came. He'd told Solus that there was no way he would be able to do magic through orgasm, so the big wart had told him to do it right before.

“Ain't that right, babe? Come on, now. You don't lie to me." To emphasis the point, Solus had made one slow, inexorable thrust into the white dragon, skewering him back down on his obscenely thick shaft.

“That's right!" Kyrie had practically squealed, toes curling as he felt himself working towards the edge. As though Solus had been able to sense it – maybe he had, after the nights they'd spent together – the six-limbed vartello had began to slowly but rhythmically fuck the white dragon. “Solus I'm going to—"

“Better cast our spell, then, hadn't you?" Solus had growled out in interruption. “Because I'm not stopping, sweetheart. I'm close, too."

“Oh, fuck," Kyrie had gasped, feeling the electric heat between his fingertips, his muscles clenching erratically as he teetered on the precipice.

“Yeah," Solus had panted. “We're gonna be bound. And any time you see dad porking mom, you'll know you're not far from sharing in it with her. You'll be mine. You'll—"

Kyrie cast their pact, then howled out as heat branded itself around both he and Solus, a little brand of purple sigils flaring to life on each of their chests. As Kyrie came, Solus humped in deep and then bit his shoulder… And it had felt good.

_ _

“But I'm with Salrith," Kyrie finally managed to gasp, clenching urgently around the heavy wart railing him from behind. Solus just chuckled, his barrel chest pushing down on Kyrie's back.

“Don't worry, you and mom can still hang out together. It's pretty normal for guy's wives to be close, yeah? Besides, two girls on each other is hot. You'll just have to remember that you've both got a proper bull to answer to from now on…"

“Diablo—" Salrith groaned.

“Shh, little cow, our son's speaking to our new son-in-law," Diablo rumbled. For good measure he bounced his hips up and down, forcing a loud squeal out of Salrith. Once, Kyrie had thought those squeals sounded almost pained – now he knew, from experience, that they were also desperate.

“Oh, yeah," Solus rumbled in response, starting to slowly hump away into Kyrie's slit, reminding the white dragon just how intense being stretched in front really was. “That's another thing. She's my wife, so you two are gonna need to start referring to her properly."

“Rrh… You got it, son," Diablo grinned while Kyrie reeled. “Isn't she a pretty wart cow?" He'd just climaxed not two minutes ago, but his body was already starting to feel that building tingle again. Kyrie tried to fight it, but with Solus's shaft starting to plunge in and out of her – his – slit, it was actually hard to keep his thoughts in order. “You know, I'd been thinking about grabbing him myself…"

“Her, dad," Solus rumbled emphatically, dragging backwards and forwards, driving Kyrie's waist along with it. “And too late – she's mine. I've even picked out a ring for her…"

“You've what?" Kyrie gasped, pulling forwards. He clawed at Solus's forepaws, trying to tug away from the breaking girth that he was squelching into him.

“Got a ring. You can't be my wife proper without a ring, you know, now can you?"

Kyrie groaned and clutched at the ground, panting as he tried to grapple with that.

“Can you?" Solus repeated, driving himself inside and making Kyrie gasp out.

“No!" Kyrie yelped.

“Exactly. So I got you a real nice one, and I know just where I'm gonna pierce you."

Wait, pierce? Kyrie's thoughts reeled as that sank in. How would he even do that? His paws weren't the most dexterous things! But he didn't get to dwell on it for long, because Solus's fat shaft throbbed and glazed most of his thoughts in another gooey spurt of precum.

“I don't—" Kyrie began, then found his jaw trembling. “I don't want…"

“Hmm?" Solus purred into his ear, giving it a little nip. “Don't want… what, to wait? Don't worry, sweetheart, I have a whole ceremony planned out…"

“No, I don't—" Kyrie spluttered. He swallowed down a whine as he found that he just couldn't say that he didn't want it. “Why can't I say no?" he gasped.

Solus chuckled, then slid his midpaws back to lift Kyrie's hips, helping angle his cock down a little deeper.

“'Course you can, babe. You just have to want to say no. It's in our pact, remember?" He dragged his tongue along Kyrie's neck. “You don't lie to me. I won't pierce you if you don't want it."

“I…" Kyrie choked, feeling a pulse of pleasure wrack his lower belly. He looked at Diablo, who was watching him with rapt delight. Salrith's eyes, bulging as they were and blinking rapidly, were struggling to hold on him as well. Then Solus sank himself in a little deeper, putting a bulge in the white dragon's front, and he moaned in defeat. “Fuck."

“You want it, don't you, babe?"

“…Yes," Kyrie found himself panting.

“He hasn't even said where," Diablo rumbled. “At least I told Umber where before I pierced her udder. Mmh, and here I thought I might have to help my boy teach his new wife some manners." The big red vartello gave a toothy smile, then proceeded to squelch his hips down deeply enough to make Salrith issue out a strangled cry of his name.

“DIABLO!"

“Fuck, son. I'm proud of you. What a catch she is_._ We ought to commemorate this."

Kyrie felt Solus's fat cock thicken further, making his slit feel like it was practically burning.

“Oh?" Solus rumbled, lazily humping into Kyrie. His slit stretched with humiliating ease. But it felt so good, too.

“Let's race."

“What?" Kyrie gasped, while Salrith tried weakly to sit up.

“First one to seed his wife?" Solus pushed down on Kyrie's back, holding him down while he slowly ground into her—him, fuck. He was trying to get an edge over Diablo in the build-up.

“Winner gets to rut them both," Diablo growled with a toothy smile. But Solus just snorted.

“Nope. You never would let me knock mom up. Kyrie's cunt is off limits, dad. At least until she's got a proper belly… No, winner gets his dick licked clean by both mom and Kyrie."

Diablo snorted, a sound that was undeniably similar to Solus's noise. But then he grinned – and began to pump his hips up and down. “That's my boy. But don't get jealous when you're left watching me make your wife and her new mom-in-law slobber all over me all evening."

Kyrie heard Salrith's groan and had just enough time to begin processing what was about to happen when Solus's hips began to hammer forwards.

“You're on, old man."

Enormous, slimy inches of bestial cock wedged sloppily into Kyrie's slit. He felt himself stretch around it in a way that he wouldn't have imagined possible just a few weeks ago. It felt like he was splitting in half, but his body just accommodated it.

Kyrie barely had enough time to process the strained feeling of being spread wide when Solus's hips drew back, messily tugging back out of his aching front and inverting the sensation. The withdraw felt just as good, and his toes curled while he heard Salrith squeal out.

Kyrie managed to look at Salrith and saw Diablo bouncing his hips up and down, making her puffy spade distend out and dimple inwards again and again. Her legs were weakly kicking and her eyes were both wide and somehow vacant, like her 'husband's' thrusts were wiping out her ability to even think.

The white dragon could empathise!

But then Kyrie felt a thick paw grip his snout. He was forced to turn his gaze up towards the black and red visage of Solus as the six-legged vartello grinned down at him, all four eyes locked on him.

“Eyes here, sweetheart," Solus rumbled. “I wanna watch your face as you cum for me again."

“That's it, sweetheart. Just keep stroking it… I wanna watch your face when I finish."

Kyrie had been sat between Solus's hindlegs, slowly jerking him off, his fat and ridged cock pointed towards the ground. It was thick – so thick that Kyrie's fingers only barely wrapped around it, and it was as slimy as Salrith in heat. The tip was vaguely spaded, but it had four lengthways folds in it that made it look ever so slightly like a flower bud, too, his urethra right in the middle.

Solus's tail had been swaying over Kyrie's head, his slit bulging out obscenely around the base of his purplish dick as it leaked clear slime. His tailhole, vaguely triangular where the trunk of his tail connected to his body, winked occasionally as the six-legged wart quivered.

Kyrie had been sitting between his legs for a whole minute, and already he felt a little dizzy. It was a little like Salrith's pheromones, but… different. It still put a blush on his snout, made his slit feel a little tingly, and left his eyes occasionally lifting to the source of it at the base of Solus's tail. He was mildly, almost shyly curious about what would happen if he actually huffed the vartello's pheromones properly.

“Fuck," Solus moaned. “I'm getting close, babe." He'd ducked his head down to look between his own sets of legs, four eyes lidded but fixed on Kyrie, true to his word.

“I just started," Kyrie murmured, stroking his hands up and down the squishy-yet-firm, slimy surface of Solus's cock.

“Round one's always quick; I'm good for more than… than… nngh cumming, fuck—" Solus had growled. His barrel-like dick had suddenly and abruptly ballooned in size, going from 'thick' to 'too thick for Kyrie's fingers to meet around it, even with both hands' in the span of perhaps three throbs. At the same time, his unusual tip seemed to almost bloom like petals opening and engorging simultaneously – and several more inches of thinner cock so slimy that it was wet squelched forwards to nearly kiss the ground.

Splrtch!

A thick, gooey flood of vartello cum erupted from Solus's suddenly longer, fatter cock, the almost telescopic section twitching the whole time he groaned and unloaded.

“Wow," Kyrie had found himself breathing.

“Gh… Don't stop?" Solus had moaned, and Kyrie had realised that he had stopped stroking while he watched. He quickly resumed pumping his six-legged partner off, making all four of his eyes flutter. “Mom says it's a little touch of bug traits… Rrh… Just wait 'til you feel it inside. I'm gonna fill you deep, sweetheart…"

“We'll—We'll see," Kyrie had muttered.

But his blush had only deepened.

“Don't hold back, alright? It's gonna happen," Solus practically purred as he slapped his hips down, wedging ridged inches of heated dick back into Kyrie's slit, snapping Kyrie back to the present. His stomach bulged down around Solus's thick crown, distending until Kyrie's lower belly was practically a sleeve for the feral creature. “So let's enjoy it."

He held Kyrie's head while his other limbs boxed the white dragon in and kept them both in place. Kyrie couldn't move. Couldn't look away. Couldn't pull away or stop it.

He'd made an arcane pact with Solus. Slap… slap… squelch! It had felt hot. Throb-plap-sklrtch… He'd been tricked. Twitch-splrt! Now he was Solus's wife. He was carrying Solus's eggs. Throb-throb… He couldn't stop it. He couldn't lie.

…He didn't want to stop it.

Kyrie liked the way that Solus held him. The way that he pushed him. The way that he just held the white dragon down and knocked her up. Was this Solus's pheromones, like the ones Salrith had? Or was this just what Salrith felt when Diablo pushed her down and bred her?

Suddenly, Salrith squealed – a long, loud, urgent noise so utterly animal that Kyrie found himself blushing as she was forced into a sloppy climax around Diablo's cock. The scent of sex was overwhelming Kyrie's nostrils now.

“That's a good fucking cow," Diablo growled. “Milk your bull, just like thaaat… Take a good look, Kyrie, now that you're part of the family proper, you'll be getting a lot more acquainted with your old daddy in-law's dick… Aah, getting close, son…"

“Nnh… Mom's such a slut," Solus moaned, grinning at Kyrie. “Don't mind him. We're not losing. Relax, nnfh… Gonna make you squeal like a proper wart, too."

“I'm nnnot a wart," Kyrie groaned, his whole jaw trembling. He felt like his slit was being pressurised by the sheer amount of slime Solus was filling him with, by the way he kept humping forwards. His guts were still flooded, too.

“Mmh, you've said that a couple of times now, babe. Let me be clear. Sure you are," Solus purred down to him – and then heaved his hips backwards, only to punch his whole cock forwards. It slurped from Kyrie's slit, his white-scaled lips hugging onto his enormous girth, only to dimple back in as Solus's slimy shaft was buried back inside.

“NgGAH!" Kyrie yelped.

“She sure sounds like a wart," Diablo huffed out.

“See?" Solus growled into his earfin. “Dad knows. I know. Mom knows."

Salrith didn't seem in any state to object. Kyrie looked over at her, and saw Salrith's claws digging into the dirt.

“Solus, god—"

“C'mon, sweetheart. What are you?" Suddenly, Kyrie felt Solus's midpaw grip his tail and pull it, lifting Kyrie's ass up and letting Solus squelch his cock that little bit deeper.

“I'm—Solus, please!" Kyrie's voice sounded shrill as the wet, rhythmic squelching of Solus's swelling cock plugged his slit up over and over. “I'm going to breaaak!" He felt gaped and ruined and he didn't know how to process it feeling this good.

“Then break, sweetheart," Solus rumbled with almost tender affection, his snout bumping Kyrie's, his eyes locked on the white dragon's. “And when you do, tell me. What are you?"

Then Solus drew his big hips back – and thumped home. His cock bent under the sheer pressure behind his thrust, and Kyrie felt that slick, slimy girth strain, unable to fit inside him. His muscles protested, his insides felt like they were about to burst… And then, suddenly, his body lost the fight. Solus's fat cock sank a half-inch further, then all at once straightened out and punched into his cock's snug, dizzyingly stretchable home.

“WART!" Kyrie found himself shouting. A word that made Solus's cock throb.

“Yeah, you fucking are," Solus groaned out, humid breath washing over his face. “My hot, fuckable, white wart cow, and I'm gonna make sure you know you're every bit as much mine as mom is dad's. And the sooner we get you used to it, the better. C'mon now… Again."

Solus swayed his hips left and right a little, tugging Kyrie's lower body with it before he humped forwards and squelched the slimy inches of his fat dick out and in again.

“NGAH!" Kyrie halfway howled. “I- I am!"

“What?" Solus growled.

“A wart!"

“That's right," Solus groaned, his shaft throbbing in Kyrie's slit, a direct line from his productive internal balls to Kyrie's insides. “I'm a wart. You're a wart. Our kids are gonna be warts. You're a wart's wife. That makes you a fucking wart, sweetheart."

Kyrie moaned, eyes bulging as he looked up at Solus's big face.

“And I'm gonna put that wedding ring somewhere on you it ain't ever coming off – somewhere you'll get to feel it jingle every time I breed that needy womb of yours."

“Fuck, son," Diablo huffed from beside them.

Then Solus craned his head down and slotted his snout over Kyrie's. His warm, huge mouth engulfed Kyrie's whole muzzle before he could say anything more – and then Solus's thick, squishy tongue slapped itself against his lips. He gasped, and that was all it took for Solus to squelch his tongue into Kyrie's mouth.

Suddenly Kyrie felt like a circuit had just been completed in his body. Solus's enormous cock pulsed, leaving Kyrie aching to howl out while Solus's slobbering tongue flooded his jaws completely and robbed him of the ability to make even a peep. Solus's mouth held around his face, and his paws pushed him into the ground.

With Solus on top of him, around him, inside him, Kyrie suddenly felt like nothing so much as a toy to get the six-legged wart off.

Kyrie felt the tightness in his lower belly skyrocket to a toe-curling, tail-twisting urgency and he suddenly knew he was moments away from either cumming so hard that it hurt, or peeing himself. Solus flexed his cock, and just like that, Kyrie's body went screaming over the edge. It didn't matter that his dick was squashed uselessly against the walls of his slit. With the way Solus's cock took up every iota of space inside him, he may as well not have had it. Pleasure exploded in his groin, and Kyrie's nerves lit up.

Salrith's squeals were suddenly joined by Kyrie's muffled howls as he sucked on Solus's tongue. He made out with his beastly husband, kissing and suckling and grinding back against the enormous breeder that was utterly demolishing his slit like the proper cunt that Solus had determined it was. He felt his muscles spasming wildly, all control lost. Pleasure swamped his brain, and Kyrie sang like the cow that Solus declared him to be. Slime squirted weakly from his slit around Solus's fat cock as he ground it deeper.

Heavy. Hard. Rapid, urgent pap-plap-plaps that made Kyrie's whole lower body vibrate and shake around the almost arm-thick dick being crammed into his slit with merciless enthusiasm.

Then he suddenly felt his hexapodal partner pull his muzzle back and growl out a choked, triumphant noise—

“Cumming, dad! Nnnh!"

Oh, fuck.

Kyrie felt Solus's whole cock throb dangerously – and then it began to swell. The stretch in her slit grew to an almost agonizing proportion as Solus's dick ballooned, and she screamed out as it magnified her climax to unbearable levels. His tip bloated, bloomed, and that inner part punched forwards, and Kyrie felt that pounding heartbeat thump all the way to the entrance to her hidden womb. The one she had neglected, but Solus had sniffed out anyway like the animal he was.

“Rrfuck," Diablo grunted, a noise that was drowned out by Solus's resonant, blissful moan – and the first practically audible sklrrtch of slime that pumped right into Kyrie's slit. The white dragon clawed at the ground and drooled as the first sloppy, slimy gouts of spunk pumped into her core. Solus's four eyes stayed locked on Kyrie's as he unloaded directly into her, and Kyrie thrashed in prolonged, wordless climax.

Splrt. Splrt. Splrt …

Each pulse was a gooey dose of carnal bliss. Kyrie couldn't think. Kyrie couldn't process anything. Somewhere partway through the injection of vartello cum by her new husband, Kyrie heard Diablo groan out in ecstasy while Salrith thrashed yet another time. But that was somehow distant to the feeling of almost smothering ownership that Solus was covering and flooding her with.

Spurt… by spurt.

…

When finally Kyrie's body began to calm down and thoughts oh so slowly began to ooze back to some semblance of normalcy, Kyrie could scarcely believe what he had just been through. Could scarcely believe how good it felt.

“Looks like I win," Solus finally rumbled.

“This time," Diablo huffed, slowly shifting his hips back and forth – an action that made Salrith whine out in strained delight. “Deal's a deal. You get first play," the larger vartello added with what Kyrie thought was a good-natured snort. Solus practically purrumbled in pleasure, shifting his cock around in Kyrie's stretched slit in a way that made his now-distended belly slosh.

Then, Diablo lifted his hips with a grunted hup, and Salrith shouted again. Kyrie heard the wet, sloppy squitching noise that resonated when Diablo finally unsheathed a dizzying amount of dick from Salrith's spade, then heard the soft thump as Salrith's back hit the dirt.

Diablo stepped off from her, then moved forward to sit himself down in front of Kyrie and Solus. His proud, purple, slime-coated cock bobbed in front of both his and Solus's snouts.

“Yeah, dad?" Solus rumbled, lifting his head to look at his father. The larger vartello gave a coy rumble, his shaft slathered in slime and froth.

“Well, now. While your mom takes a minute to recover, I just thought I'd come welcome your new wife to the family proper."

“F…fuck," Kyrie groaned. He sucked in a breath, looking at the sheer girth and stiffness that Diablo was able to maintain even after that marathon he had seemingly had with Salrith. Kyrie sucked an overwhelmed breath in to object. “Hey… Solus won… so I'm—"

“Shh, sweetheart," Solus rumbled, midpaw suddenly pressing gently down on Kyrie's head. “Don't be rude to dad. Face up."

His paw gripped one of Kyrie's horns and angled his head a little, while Diablo gave an approving rumble.

“That's my boy," he rumbled.

“Wh—" Kyrie groaned, only to feel Diablo's dick suddenly lift—then slap down against his face. Slime stuck to his nose, a little flicking onto the bridge of his snout.

“Solus might have won, but you can still expect to be paying some respects to your old man, now."

“Supervised respects," Solus rumbled, and Kyrie felt Solus's paws hold him a little tighter, almost protectively. His dick throbbed fatly in Kyrie's slit, forcing a squelch of slime to backflow out of it. So much slime was leaking out from both of his holes… Diablo grinned.

“And hey. My son's still new to all this. When you need advice on how to be a good wart wife? I've got plenty of advice to share."

Diablo ground his dick against Kyrie's snout slowly for a moment more, before Solus lifted one forepaw and pressed it against his dad's chest. He pushed the bigger wart away with a quiet grumble.

“Alright, alright, that's enough, dad."

Suddenly, Kyrie felt something grab his hand. Kyrie hazily tilted his slimed snout to see that Salrith had reached out to hold him. She looked utterly dazed, an almost drunken smile on her snout, her whole body heaving where she lay collapsed on the ground. Kyrie squeezed her grasper.

“And hey, it looks like mom's recovered enough to get on to the next part."

Solus grinned at Kyrie and Salrith, and Diablo gave a low, proud chuckle.

And to Kyrie's surprise, he found that he and Salrith were both smiling sheepishly, too.

* * * * *

“Hey. Hey, I got you something to eat," Solus's voice rumbled, his head bumping into Kyrie's back as he stood by the window, looking out and watching the sun slowly set over Diablo's expansive farm. Kyrie let out a soft oof, one hand coming to support his embarrassingly large belly as he stumbled a half-step towards the window. “Mom says it's one of your favourites."

Kyrie glanced back to find that his six-legged husband was holding out a plate of warm food with one paw, holding himself up with the other five. No doubt Salrith was the one who had actually prepared it, but… well, that somehow didn't make it any less pleasant when Solus pushed it into his hand.

As soon as he'd taken it, Solus slid his paw around Kyrie and pulled him gently against him, licking his back. Kyrie stood naked in the house. A rule that Solus and Diablo had established. While at 'home', Kyrie couldn't wear anything that a 'regular wart' wouldn't wear. …It was a little hot, so Kyrie allowed it.

Plus, it meant that he and Salrith were on roughly equal footing, anyway, and since things had unfolded with Solus, he found that he enjoyed sharing little things with Salrith that much more.

“Thanks, Solus," Kyrie said, pressing his other hand to Solus's paw. “Is Diablo—" Solus gave him a four-eyed look, and Kyrie coughed. “Is dad spending time with Salrith again?"

He'd acquiesced to calling Diablo dad, but he drew the line at calling his spider similar. Most of the time.

“Mmhm," Solus rumbled, nuzzling into him and slowly stroking his paw along Kyrie's belly. “Now how's my dear wart doing?"

Kyrie squirmed a little, looking off to the side.

“Hff. Must you?"

Solus just pressed his head up to the back of Kyrie's, giving a quiet, pleasant rumble that the white, two-legged wart felt in his spine.

“Of course. Why wouldn't your husband help you get accustomed to your position, hmm? I'm going to keep pushing until you stop blushing, sweetheart," Solus breathed.

Kyrie smiled shyly and didn't know what to say to that. Instead, he just pressed back against Solus, while the six-legged vartello continued rubbing and kneading at his swollen belly.

“Fuck."

“What is it?" Kyrie asked, glancing back at him.

“You're so hot like this," Solus breathed, lowering his head to gently bite the base of Kyrie's tail.

“Round?" Kyrie asked dryly, setting the plate on the windowsill.

“Yeah. With our eggs," Solus purred. “I still can't believe I'm only a couple of weeks away from being a father."

“They'll still have to hatch," Kyrie muttered with a blush, trying not to think about that.

“Yeah. I know," Solus beamed, rearing up until he could support himself against the wall with his forelimbs. Just like that, his mid pair came to hug around Kyrie again. That pressed Kyrie closer to Solus's natural musk – a scent that Kyrie was starting to find was much more effective the larger his belly grew… “Thought about names any more, sweetheart? If you don't settle soon, you know I'm gonna name them instead."

“Absolutely not," Kyrie grumped. “I already know you'll call them Waffle or Pancake or something."

“It works well for mom's," Solus grinned toothily.

“They're animals," Kyrie huffed. And Solus's might not be. Kyrie didn't know. Genuinely.

“Better get deciding, then. I reckon there's at least, mm…" Solus's paw began to push on Kyrie's belly, making the white 'wart' gasp. One thing that Kyrie was still learning to grapple with was that having eggs inside meant there was alarmingly less space for things like his stomach – or bladder. Solus's pushing made him squirm, tensing up. “…at least four in there, babe."

“I asked you not to push, Solus," Kyrie groaned. In response, Solus just began to slide his paw down below Kyrie's belly – and then began to gently, slowly massage his bulky paw against his slit.

“Alright. Then I'll just have to find somewhere else to rub," he grinned, pressing his big head up against the side of Kyrie's.

“Nnh… You're in the mood now?"

“I'm always in the mood when I see you, sweetheart," Solus purred, his voice a resonant rumble as he let one of his digits find the cleft of Kyrie's slit – and then begin to rub along it towards the top. Kyrie gasped, toes curling. “Especially knocked up and heavy like this." He shuffled his weight, inching forwards until Kyrie felt the warm, soft, slimy squash of Solus's half-hardening dick against his tail. “And you know… even more these days, with this healed up enough for me to plow you properly again."

Solus let one of his scaly digits lift all the way to the top of Kyrie's slit to nudge and gently tweak the little gold ring pierced through it, turning it and rolling it. A little symbol of their now month-old union. Kyrie moaned and pressed his hands to the windowsill for support.

“Solus…"

“Mmm, yes, wife?" Solus purred.

Kyrie let out a long, slow breath, eyes fluttering closed. He slowly lifted his tail.

“Yes."

It was all Kyrie needed to say. And it was certainly far from the last noise Solus got out of her that evening.