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A Long-Awaited Marriage

Chapter 4: Heading Home

For Taiko

By Draconicon

Even for a lion, the last few days had been almost too much. Darl groaned as he rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling as he stretched one limb after another, cracking a few joints and feeling some of the tension fading away.

At least his dick no longer hurt. It had been aching last night after a giant orgy that he and Sam had been too polite to refuse to go to, and he'd been a little worried that he'd overdone it. His balls had been pounding, firing blanks by the time that they were done, and sex had been the last thing on his mind despite the dancing men that had been all around them.

That...damn...prince...

He reached down, gingerly poking his junk. It wasn't particularly sensitive - at least, not compared to last night - but he wasn't going to be doing anything fancy for a while.

The lion glanced to his left, over the edge of the bed. Two more dildos had joined the line of other members that were sticking up from the floor, each of the silicone spires looking different from the ones around them, but all of them bigger than the average toy. He groaned, able to put a face to each and every one of them.

They were 'wedding gifts,' according to their princely host. Gifts from the prince's harem, casts of their cocks, given when it was clear that he or Sam could take the girth that they offered, or be able to claim them in other ways.

Darl choked off a sarcastic laugh. Half of that mongoose's harem had been so eager to bend over, just to have a break from their master's insatiable ass, that he was pretty sure anyone could have gotten them.

His throat rumbles finally got the attention of his husband, though, and the anole rolled over in bed, wrapping an arm around his chest. Darl smiled, bringing one arm over his scaly lover, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead. Sam didn't open his eyes, but merely nuzzled into his chest, instead.

Husband, he thought, hardly able to believe that the word actually applied to them now. He's my husband...

It sent little thrill-shivers up and down his spine to say that, and he had to suppress another childish giggle. It wasn't like him to feel like this, but he wasn't going to complain. Not now. Not when he finally had what he wanted.

...Wait...

With as much care as he could, he lifted his head to look around the room. Curved, fat pillars along the sides of the room might have offered a hiding place for a certain mongoose, and there were shadows here and there, particularly by the curtains near the windows, but none of them seemed dark enough to hide anybody. He cautiously lifted the blankets, seeing if the prince was hiding beneath them.

He wasn't. Darl slowly grinned.

"Sam?"

"Mmmph..."

The anole nuzzled into his chest sleepily, but the lion wasn't about to let this opportunity pass. He gently jostled his husband.

"Sam."

"Mmph...what?"

"We're alone."

"So?"

"No, I mean, we're alone. No mongoose around."

"Mmm? Mmmm...oh..."

Sam groaned, then blinked, sitting up, a grin as big as the one on Darl's face spreading across the anole's lips.

"Oh!"

"Hehehe, yeah, oh."

After a quick shared kiss, Darl pounced upwards, thrusting his husband down onto the bed. They grinned at each other, their arms wrapping about one another. Morning wood was rapidly becoming a thing, Darl's dick throbbing upwards and grinding against his love's groin, rubbing through fluids both new and old, bouncing off of the wet slit between the anole's thighs.

"Mmm...are you going to fuck me, then?" Sam whispered.

"Don't think the thought hasn't crossed my mind...but much as I hate to say it, I need something gentler."

"Awww, are you feeling a bit...sore?"

"With Prince Mega-Bottom and his harem of Never-Fucked? No lion could keep up with that..."

And he was being completely serious about that. He'd been put through a great deal of fun, and he'd gotten more experience than anybody he knew had received in years. He had been treated like the king of a pride with all the bottoms that had been shoved his way, allowed to have whatever fun he wanted. The fact that he was on top of them all seemed to be fine with Sam, too, though they had been loathe to share each other for the first twenty-four hours after the wedding.

After that, though...

The lion didn't want to think about all the other guys, though. He had the one, the only one that he needed right in front of him.

Kissing the anole on the cheek, he slowly turned, lifting one leg over his husband so that they could shift around to a sixty-nine. It didn't take long for him to be looking down at the twin holes that he had enjoyed so many times before, and just as little time for his cock and balls to be hanging down over Sam's face.

He smiled, stroking his thumbs along the scaly thighs below him, parting them to show off what lay between that much more. There was a thick scent rising off of the lizard, a heady one that was a mix of various males and the heavier, hotter scent of his lover's sex. It was a different smell, one that was very distinct from both females and males, and one that left his cock twitching just taking it in.

"Mmmph!"

For all that he wanted to admire it, though, Sam was taking the lead. The lizard's lips had already locked around his cock tip, and Darl chuckled as he felt his hips being tugged down, forcing his cock down the anole's throat. He looked down between his arms, shaking his head at the sight of his cock bulging out Sam's neck already.

"Well, if you're that eager..."

He pressed his thumbs to the scaly nether-lips, gently parting the intersex male's pussy lips. They were already slippery, and his thumbs would have slipped if he wasn't as practiced at this as he was. He let one thumb slip inside, and the other started playing with the lizard's clit.

As soon as he made contact, the anole's hips jerked, thrusting upwards, bouncing up and down in the usual eager, desperate attempts to get a little more attention down there. Darl chuckled, thrusting his hips down, pinning one end of the anole to the bed while using his hands to pin the hips.

Sam had changed a bit since the wedding, but it was time to remind his lover that this lion would always care for him. Would always take care of him.

Keeping Sam down was a bit trickier from above, but he had enough pressure and leverage with his crotch to keep the anole's head pinned. Savoring the feeling of that eager tongue working over his cock, feeling every hot breath puffing over his balls, Darl leaned in and set to work.

One lick, two, and Sam was already trembling below him. The other guys had been fucking his ass over and over again, his pussy getting only the attention of a few ball smacks over the last few days. This hole, this slippery little slit, was just for him. It was just for them to share.

He licked, he nuzzled, he dragged his tongue along the opening. He let the raspy surface linger over the anole's clit, teasing it, pulling on it, making it throb and swell from mild irritation and excessive stimulation. He grinned as he saw his husband drip and swell, pussy growing more inflamed and more desperate.

And he wasn't nearly done.

Darl dragged his other hand down to the other hole, feeling it twitching for attention. Sam had always been a bit over-eager when they finally got started, the anole's body always needing a little more than most people were willing - or indeed, able - to give.

Pity we left the double-dick strap-on back at home, but I'll make do...

He licked his fingers, then slid his thumb back into the anole's pussy, while the other fingers -

"Mmmmmph!"

The anole moaned at the top of his lungs as both holes were penetrated, spread, filled, and the lion struggled not to collapse where he was. The sudden vibration all along his cock hadn't helped his stability at all, and he was gasping for breath, his eyes rolled back in their sockets more than a little bit.

"Mmmph...hoooo boy..."

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

Sam was sucking away on his cock, licking along the underside, almost inhaling whatever pre that the lion was oozing out. It was a hell of a ride, and he honestly wasn't sure how long he was going to be able to hold out. Sam was hitting his buttons in a way that nobody else could.

Just like a husband should, he supposed. That was what he should expect.

He kept fingering both of the anole's holes, feeling his husband shivering, twitching, thrusting beneath him. There was great need there, a need that he loved to see building up.

It was the feline in him, he'd been told. There was an instinct in all lions to want to play with their food, with their mates, with everything. It was part of their nature. While he hadn't seen it come out in the workplace, he had to admit...

There was something adorable about seeing Sam squirm, and knowing that he was the one that was making his husband do it. He grinned as he worked his fingers in and out faster and faster, leaning down to bite and nibble along Sam's scaly thighs. They twitched, pulled together, trying to trap his head and failing after the first two tries. He grinned, giving them a pat along the side of the thighs -

"Mmmph!"

Only for Sam to finally get him, wrapping his legs around Darl's head and pulling him down. The lion was immediately smothered in the hot, slippery sex down there, his lips pressed tight to them as he was forced to start eating out or drown.

And he did, dragging his tongue between the two swollen bits of scaly flesh, parting them and shoving his tongue inside. Sam moaned under him, panting, gasping, shaking from head to toe for a few seconds before -

"Mmmmmmph!"

The anole finally came, squirting all over Darl's face. The lion was used to the sudden blast of fluid, but the sheer amount of it always caught him by surprise. He gasped for breath, rubbing his face with one arm when Sam finally let him go, and panted until he could calm himself down a bit.

He felt a pat on his hip, Sam asking for a bit of air, and he pulled his hips up. The soft pop of his cock leaving the lizard's mouth made him smile, and he chuckled a bit at the blushing cheeks that had been hidden between his own thighs.

"What's the matter?"

"Little...little strong down there."

"What, you don't like my smell anymore?"

"No, no, just...like a little fresh air."

"Awww, does that mean you don't want to do the lion's good morning anymore?"

"Heh...maybe a good afternoon, after we shower?"

"Heh, fair enough."

Darl smiled as he rolled onto his back. His cock still throbbed, but he didn't feel the need to play with it too much. He was doing better, yes, but he was still sore, and he didn't want to push his luck by making his cock do more than it was entirely ready for.

Sam joined him, the pair of them settling in for another cuddle. The sun had started to poke through the gaps in the curtains, and the lion slowly shook his head as he looked outside.

It was a world far removed from Novus Ager, that was for sure. He had been used to the strangeness of the big city, knowing how it worked, knowing how people tended to behave there. He thought that he would be able to handle anywhere if he could handle the weird, shifting city.

But he had been wrong.

It was one thing to have superheroes wandering the streets. It was another thing to be hosted by genuine royalty that acted as an unmasked superhero.

It was one thing to see sex break out at random. It was another thing to be in a culture that kept harems specifically so that guests could enjoy as much sex as they wanted.

It was one thing to know that there were mind-controlling villains out there, handled by superheroes that could deal with them. It was another to know that there was an underground political army that was waiting to take over if they got the slightest chance.

And it was that last part that made him look forward to going back home. At least back there, the mind-controlling people could be handled by the good guys. He didn't know how firm a grip his host's family had on the country, or on its opponents.

Sam rubbed his chest gently, leaning his head up to look the lion in the eye.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

"Just thinking about home, and what we're going to do when we get back."

"You mean besides change the menu?"

"Oh, you were thinking that, too?"

"After going to the market, what else could I think about?"

"Well, you were looking at all those elephants in a very appreciative way."

"Daaaaaaarl!"

Getting hit in the pillow was both expected and fair, and the lion chuckled as he wiggled out from under it afterwards.

They started talking about the different ingredients that they'd both seen, wondering what this or that would taste like in their baked goods, whether it was worth importing the different ingredients, whether Novus Ager would let certain things through customs. It was all familiar business talk, and as much as it was mundane, it was...good. It reminded Darl of all the practical parts of life, the things that needed to be done for the pair of them to enjoy what they had right now.

He smiled to himself, petting the anole's back as they were getting around to some soups. They were just starting to talk about a new ginger-based one when the lamp rang.

Sam blinked, looking at the nightstand, and then looking back at Darl.

"Did you know that was a phone?"

"I...didn't."

He reached out tentatively, looking at the small metal thing. The bulb seemed to be where the ringing was coming from, but that seemed just about impossible, considering that it had been used as a lamp just the night before. But where else could it be coming from?

Eventually, the lion tapped the bulb with a finger, half-expecting it to blow up. When it projected a hologram, instead, his eyes went wide.

"What...the fuck..."

"I thought that they used magic here," Sam whispered.

"I thought so too..."

They both stared at the fuzzy hologram that projected towards the ceiling, looking like a staticky voice call image that was trying to resolve itself. It took almost half a minute for it to happen, and for once, Darl recognized the guy on the other end.

It was Vassk.

He blushed, remembering when he and Sam had met the guy not that long before the wedding. They'd been...somewhere...a wedding planner? A wedding planner that had...

He didn't remember very well, but he remembered what had come after. The Komodo Dragon had been there, helping them out with something else. Saying that he'd saved them from something. Darl had been a bit suspicious of that, but he rather doubted it was a lie. There were enough weird things in their lives that he just went with the idea that there had been a serious danger that they needed saving from.

It wouldn't have been the first time, in all honesty.

The lion tried to look casual, despite his throbbing boner, as Vassk fiddled with something off-screen. The reptile was dressed, at least, which was better than what the lion got with half of these sorts of calls.

"Uh, hi, Vassk," he said after a few more seconds of silence. "Uh, how did you...call a lamp?"

"I called a lamp? Damn. I was aiming for the vibrator."

"What vibrator?" Sam asked.

"Third dildo on the left. It's got a machine in the base I hoped was compatible for the call, but guess not."

The married couple turned to look at each other, then over at the toy. Darl could guess that Sam was thinking the same thing that he was, and that was to throw that thing in the closet. Deep, deep in the closet.

They didn't have time to think about it for long, as Vassk kept talking.

"Anyway. Just wanted to call and let you know that you got a free ride home."

"What are you talking about? We already have plane tickets," Darl said.

"Plane tickets. Pah. Slowest air vehicles that you can ride."

"What do you have, then, a jet?"

"Better."

"There's not much better than a jet. Not unless you want to go -"

"Space? Yep."

The lion and anole blinked again, glancing down at one another. He didn't know what Sam was thinking, but he knew what was going through his own mind.

That's...crazy.

He knew that Vassk was a bit on the strange side, that he wasn't exactly from 'round here', as the phrase went, but the idea that the Komodo Dragon thought that he had a spaceship that would get them home faster than a plane...

Maybe they should start looking at who they let come around. Or at least, who they started letting stick it to them. Most people knew not to stick their dick in crazy, but what was the rule about letting crazy stick its dick in you?

He didn't know, but before he could try and find some polite way of declining the offer, Vassk was already changing the subject.

"By the way, I've changed the wiring in your apartment. It was a mess."

"What are you doing in our apartment?!"

"...Nothing."

Spark-POOF! Something seemed to explode off-camera, and Vassk turned to glare at it.

"Pretend you didn't see that. It'll be fixed by the time I come get you."

"What are you doing in our apartment?!" Sam nearly shrieked.

"Oh, calm down. It's nothing serious. It'll all be fixed by the time that you get out here, anyway." The Komodo Dragon shook his head. "Besides, not like this place wasn't due a fucking upgrade..."

"Oh god, our landlord is gonna kill us," Darl muttered.

"Forget the landlord, what about the fire department? They warned us already."

"Just...calm down, okay? I'll make sure that everything's fine by the time you get out here. Nobody will remember it."

"What do you mean, nobody will remember it?"

Vassk stared at them through the screen, then facepalmed. The reptile sighed under his breath, pulling something out of a pocket -

FLASH!

Sam and Darl groaned, rubbing their eyes. When the flash cleared, they saw Vassk again, and...were they...

The lion looked down. They were covered in cum, and it smelled like his. Were they...had they just...

"Now that we're done with the morning show," Vassk said, "how about we start talking about when I should pick you up. About five in the evening alright? It should put you back home about two in the afternoon, local time."

"...Uh..."

"I'll take that as a yes."

Darl was still trying to sort through what had just happened. It was strange enough to have just had a sexual experience that he couldn't remember, though it was familiar enough not to bother him any. And besides, Vassk was a friend - or, at least, he thought the reptile was - so it wasn't like it was a problem to show off for him.

But the fact was that he thought he remembered that there was something else going on, some sort of conversation that had happened before they'd done the show. Something about electricity, or...or something like that...

It was gone, now. No way that it was coming back.

"Alright...see you at five, then," Darl said. "We'll say our goodbyes before that so we can leave quickly."

"That'd be preferable. I don't like to leave my ship parked in the open for too long."

"Yeah...we'll, uh, make sure you don't have to. Anything else before we shower?"

"Yeah, there's someone that came to the door looking for you guys. Said he knows you. Some sort of naga."

"..."

"You good to talk to him?"

"...Sam?" the lion asked.

"Well..." The anole blushed. "It'd be a way to spend the morning, wouldn't it?"

That wasn't exactly the response he was thinking of, but he had to admit, it wasn't exactly wrong.

He wasn't sure when it had happened, but the pair of them weren't entirely opposed to the sort of control that nagas and other species could enforce on people. That sort of lack of responsibility, the way that it pulled one out of one's head and made them do things that they normally wouldn't...it was kind of enticing. It made it feel like you were less of a pervert, that the other person was the real pervert, and you were just along for the ride.

And Sam was right. It would be a way to spend the morning, a way to keep from feeling too bored while they were waiting for Vassk to show up to collect them.

"Alright. Um...you can put him on," Darl said.

"Great. I have a lot of work to get done, anyway."

"Work on -"

"Hey, snake-face. Get your coils in here."

Vassk slipped away. Before they could call him back, Darl and Sam found themselves face to face with the naga in question.

His serpentine face was split with a wide smirk, a grin that promised a great deal of teasing, and more. A long, forked tongue slipped out from between his lips, delivering a hiss that made the married couple shiver from the sound of it.

"Well, well, so this is the married couple. I've seen quite a bit of you two, already. Keremy has been doing a wonderful job editing your marriage videos."

"Well...that's good news," Darl said. "We're paying him to do well."

"And he has been. But I must say...you two are very, very...very...naughty."

Oh, hell. What were we doing on the recordings? he wondered. He had very little in the way of memories for the wedding, except for the fact that the oaths had been a lovely thing compared to what he had been expecting. They had acknowledged them as a couple right from the start, rather than making them prove it with the wedding.

The naga chuckled at the lion's blush, shaking his head.

"Don't worry. It isn't something I'm likely to spread around. But it has made me...hungry...for a good show of my own."

"That's blatant," Sam muttered.

"And so shall you be, after I finish with you."

"Maybe we should end the call here," Darl said.

"Or maybe...you should listen to what I have to say."

The naga cleared his throat. The lion braced himself for the swirling eyes or the bobbing head that he had seen other nagas use, the methods that he expected to be bombarded with if he ever came into contact with the nagas of Aparajita.

Instead, this one started to sing.

"_Fall from grace, no longer prudes

Rise into lust, become so crude

Lustful ones, rampant beasts,

Fucking all, modest least._ "

Sam and Darl gasped, their backs arching as one as lust hit them, hard. What softness the lion's cock had managed to achieve faded immediately, the shaft rising up with a sproing of need, throbbing and twitching immediately, while Sam was gasping, spreading his legs as his sex drooled needily.

The naga chuckled, singing his next verse.

"_No fear, no doubt, not even shame

No thoughts at all while you play my game

Stroking, teasing, fucking away_

Lost in lust for days and days."

Darl didn't know what was going on. It was so hard to think, so hard to do anything but thrust against the air. He arched his back against the bed, thrusting his cock forward for the naga. Sam did the same at his side, thrusting his hips forward, spreading his legs, lowering one hand down between them to show off his holes, opening them up and letting them drool.

Lost in lust. They were definitely that, not able to think of anything but the need that burned between their legs. Their eyes were rolling back in their sockets, their desperation reaching new heights.

"_Hump and thrust, thrust and hump

Bound to need, hip to rump

Needing another, there he lies

Now roll together, let time fly by._ "

Together. The two of them. They would save one another from the need burning inside of them. Darl turned his head, saw Sam do the same, and they lunged for one another. They rolled together, grinding along on the bed, until Darl managed to flip Sam onto his belly. The anole groaned under him, displaying himself desperately, pulling his ass cheeks apart to show off both his holes.

And Darl decided to go for the one that everyone else had taken. It was time for him to show his husband, to remind his Sam, who he'd married.

Miles and miles away, in a city where such random sex was part and parcel to the average day, Treble was enjoying the show immensely. The married couple were surprisingly easy to hypnotize, and his music seemed to find its way into their heads with ease. He wondered if this was a regular occurrence, or if he was just that good.

He chose to believe that he was just that good. After all, why not have a little ego when it came to his talents?

The naga looked over his shoulder, making sure that the Komodo Dragon wasn't paying any real attention to him. For all that he trusted his own skills with keeping other mentalists out, he had seen the technology that this 'Vassk' had on him. Whatever the Komodo Dragon was, he had technology that didn't match anything on earth, and Treble didn't want to start anything that he wasn't sure he could immediately finish.

Thankfully, Vassk didn't seem to be that close to this Darl and Sam. Enough to offer them a ride, but probably not the sort that would jump in and protect them from some harmless hypnosis. He was too busy fiddling with the house wires to do anything to stop the show, anyway.

The naga turned back to the screen, grinning as he ran his hands down his coils, rubbing them against the slit further down that hid his member. Oh, the things that he would do when the husbands came home. They'd be screaming for more by the time that he finished with them. Hissing to himself, he hummed to get in tune -

"Do you have to keep singing?"

Treble looked over his shoulder, raising his eyeridges.

"Does it bother you?" he asked.

"It's distracting. And annoying."

"Well, so was your interruption while I was playing with Keremy last night. He had to start editing the video all over when you burst in."

"Do you know how loud your singing hypnosis was? I could hear you across the way."

"Well, excuse me, but I thought that the house was empty. It's not exactly your property."

"..."

Treble ducked the ray-gun blast, but the communicator had no such mobility. It collapsed into pieces on the floor, the show cut off.

"Hey!"

"Eh, I'll fix it later," Vassk said, the Komodo Dragon dragging himself under a bed. "Now where's the main line for this room..."

The End