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Ahnik sat in class, equal parts bored and distracted. It wasn't that he didn't like the subject, UI design was one of his favorites. Rather, his mind drifted towards other things. One thing in particular: the professor's perfect - at least to him - physique, his muscular body, and that faint but very much alluring hint of a bulge underneath his slacks. It looked impressive enough even appropriately limp, and the lizard couldn't imagine it looking any less so when excited, swollen, throbbing and slowly dripping precum that'd pearl from the slit at the very end of the well-defined glans.

Of course, he didn't know any of that, but it didn't stop the fantasies as he watched the crow walk around in front of the class, talking about semiotics and universally intuitive symbols and the significance and effect of colors. The light from the open window appropriately lent his plumage an almost oily sheen, and thanks to the summer heat, even the usually very prim and proper professor had to undo a few buttons on his shirt, allowing for tantalizing glances at his obviously toned chest.

All in all, Ahnik was happy that the lecture hall was otherwise dim, and that he had a chunky old desk covering him from waist down, because he was hard as steel. Sure, he might've been able to distract himself from it for long enough to soften again, but as they said - at least he thought it was what they said - bored hands did lusty work. His particular ones were under the desk, inconspicuously running along his pre-slickened shaft, fingers dipping into his slit and tugging at it just enough to send those familiar tingles of pleasure up his spine. If anyone had been paying any attention, they could've probably guessed at what he was doing from the way his frills stood high, from the flushed expression on his snout, or perhaps from the way his reptilian mouth hung half-open in a silent, pleasured sigh.

His fingertips caressed the edge of his foreskin, and it took every ounce of his limited self-control to stop himself from bucking against that sensation. He imagined the professor yanking his tail up, feeling his pucker twitch longingly at the fantasy. He imagined, also, being bent over the desk in the middle of the room and rutted, right then and there, moaning wantonly as the crow's shaft pulsed and throbbed inside him, the both of them shuddering together in a mutual climax that'd leave him warm, wet and sticky, and the desk he was on doubly so.

Fuck, I'm going to- he thought, passing the point of no return as he felt his heavy sack draw up tight and snug against his body. The surge of terror as he saw the bird turn towards him at that very moment wasn't enough to stop what'd been set into motion, nothing was. He barely heard whatever Edgar asked as he had to fight against showing any sort of reaction to the blissful spasms in his taint that accompanied his seed jetting out, splashing against the underside of the desk only to wetly drip down onto his crotch again.

"Uh," he said, blushing at how high or drunk he must've sounded. "I dunno, sorry," was all he could muster.

At least the times of being made fun of for not knowing the answers were several years in his past. It didn't make it any less embarrassing, though.

"You should stay here once we're done," Edgar replied, with a stern expression on his face. Then again, his expression was typically stern.

That, though, didn't bother Ahnik. In fact, it happened to be exactly what he wanted. Earlier in the day, he'd finally procured a bottle of something rather new and exciting from a fellow student at the university. An older fellow currently working on his PhD project: a very concentrated bottle of pheromones and hormones. It was, at least, relatively safe, and according to them, it would render those exposed to it - in his words - "helplessly horny, and even change their physiology to accommodate".

Oh, it'd been a massive amount of work to get that vial. He had to design an entire appropriate website and a shop for him, but on the other hand, if the stuff worked like he claimed it did, all those long hours in front of the monitor would absolutely be worth it.

His first target? Edgar, of course. He'd been lusting after the older crow since he'd first laid eyes upon him. Yeah, and the proof of that's right here, he thought, as he discretely wiped up his spent seed with a tissue and tucked his softening cock back into his boxers, from where it'd slowly withdraw into his reptilian slit. He didn't have any idea how he'd approach the professor for that kind of thing, otherwise, not given his stiff and stern nature, but the little vial - which he currently had in his backpack - might make it easier.

He would also be exposed to it, granted, but given how lusty he usually felt, it probably couldn't do anything too awful. The worst the other student had named was that it might make him... wetter, like a female might be, both his vent and his tight, puckered rump. That sounded more like a bonus than a side effect, to him. Ah, and what was that other thing? It would make receiving cum the same blissfully soothing experience that it was for a female in heat. That one he might have to be a little careful with, because as hot as the idea was, it might be addictive.

The lizard did his best to take notes for the rest of the lecture. As pleasing as the plethora of lewd thoughts was, those wouldn't land him a job in the future. He wasn't aiming to become a writer, after all, nor a porn star.

Not that he couldn't have been one, he told himself. He was almost in as good a shape as the professor himself, his scales a charming chartreuse and his body just about as trim as he could keep it, with pronounced pecs and biceps and all the other muscles that he enjoyed showing off. Maybe he was a little too stout though, and granted, perhaps becoming a porn star required a little more than simply good looks, but that didn't matter! He had other, more modest, plans. Right now, though, the only thing on his mind was Edgar.

And so, with said goal in sight, he carefully uncorked the vial, wetted a fingertip, and dabbed it along his neck. It didn't, oddly enough, smell like anything. For a moment, he actually wondered if he'd just been sold a particularly expensive bottle of snake oil. He'd been expecting an alluring, perhaps musky scent, the kind that he couldn't get enough of. He sniffed the air. There was nothing there, but he just barely noticed his nostrils and sinuses tingling for a moment, a sense of warmth suffusing through him.

And then he was suddenly hard again, finding himself forced to subdue his breathing again to keep from openly panting as his cock strained against his jeans. The other male students - and one of the female ones, he noticed - seemed conspicuously bothered. His eyes scanned the room, briefly and unnoticeably, and gradually every male critter around him began to squirm, probably suffering from unexplainable erections they'd thought they'd left behind in high school. It was a rather wonderful thought to the lizard, and he couldn't help but imagine every beautiful cock in the class plunging under his- no! He had to focus, at least a little bit. Each time he breathed in, though, the pheromone-laden un-scent of the perfume threatened to steal his thoughts away into mindless lust.

Mercifully, the clock soon hit 4 PM, the class concluded, and everyone but him and Edgar left, some of them walking awkwardly or carrying their bags in front of them, as if hiding something, and the lizard imagined quite a few would be taking a moment longer in the restrooms before heading home. The crow was too far away to have been affected quite yet, but he would be, soon. Hopefully. Ahnik wasn't entirely sure if birds were even susceptible to mammalian pheromones, but he'd know for sure soon enough, and the worst outcome would be him just not noticing it, right?

Once they were alone, he took a deep breath to steel himself, barely even considering the fact that it'd leave him even more drunk on raging hormones, and approached his professor.

They discussed the lizard's apparent absent-mindedness in class, how he should try to focus while studying rather than daydreaming, because the subjects weren't easy. Everything that one might expect from an after-class meeting with a teacher. It took several minutes before Ahnik could notice anything different, Edgar's voice growing just a little breathier and hoarser.

Edgar felt dazed. It had been a long day and all, but he felt unusually warm throughout as he spoke with the handsome younger lizard. He was certainly attractive. Thinking about that was inappropriate, of course, but those thoughts kept returning, hazy fantasies of raw, masculine sexuality. As he kept unknowingly breathing in more and more of the scent, it only grew worse, and soon his shaft was just as swollen as everyone else's had been. As Ahnik's was.

The lizard saw his opportunity and stepped closer, well into the crow's personal space. Edgar couldn't explain why he was suddenly feeling so flush with arousal, but having the lizard so close to him was titillating, alluring, and terribly sexy. His breath hitched as one of those scaly hands suddenly slipped under his shirt.

"Ahnik, what are you doing?" the crow groaned, trying to collect his thoughts. This was entirely inappropriate. There was a very real risk of being caught, and he couldn't explain why he was suddenly so incredibly lusty.

"Shh, just relax, enjoy this..." the smaller lizard whispered back, even as he unbuttoned the professor's clothing, fingers brushing over his pronounced pectorals.

The crow's hips bucked, his bulge grinding against the lizard's, sending an electrifying sensation of pleasure through his lust-fogged mind, and when Ahnik guided his hands to his own shirt, he unbuttoned it in turn.

"D-don't," the normally collected profession panted. "Someone's going to-"

"They won't. I'll be quick, and you clearly need this," the lizard replied, with a knowing grin on his green snout, a hand sneaking down to roughly but lovingly squeeze the sizeable bulge in the professor's pants.

Ahnik shrugged his shirt off, and without wasting a moment, he sunk, slowly, to his knees. For a moment, he sat there, admiring the outline of the professor's sizable girth pushing eagerly against the fabric of his pants. He felt his own manhood leaking precum again at the prospect of getting to worship that cock, and it wasn't long before he was undoing the crow's belt as well, and then his zipper, hungrily tugging his pants down, along with his underwater.

A wave of warmth washed over his face as his cock sprang free, swollen and damp at the tip, his foreskin already having pulled back and leaving the black, shiny glans free. Ahnik pressed his nostrils against it and inhaled his scent greedily, but he was just as affected by the pheromones as the crow was, and his muzzle soon fell open to wrap his warm lips and tongue around the firm, wonderful cock.

Seeing the lizard's mouth close around his shaft made Edgar groan out loud, the blissful softness and warmth irresistible, coaxing and tugging at every primal instinct in his body. He'd been trying to resist until then, but that was his breaking point. The worry that someone might walk in for a forgotten backpack or book was there, in the background, but the roaring flames of arousal made it impossible to focus on with the warm, wet tongue lashing over his sensitive glans, teasing against and under his foreskin.

Ahnik felt the blunt crown of the crow's cock bump against the back of his throat, and realized he'd have to let it push deeper if he wanted to enjoy every inch of it. And he did. He felt thirsty, desperate to feel that impossibly sexy cock twitch and throb against his tongue, and to swallow the seed it'd gush. He didn't just want it, he needed it. His gripped the crow's bare rump hard and pulled him towards himself, trying to encourage him to fuck his eager throat, to let that cum spray directly into his belly.

Edgar's last resistance faltered as he felt the tightness of the lizard's throat constrict around his cock. Spasmodically, his hands clenched around the younger male's head, and he thrust in, hard, groaning out loud with pleasure as he hilted himself into that wonderful tightness as deeply as he could. Lost in lust, he began to thrust, rational mind entirely clouded by that erotic haze. He had something warm, wet, and willing squeezing at his cock, and he was going to pump his cum into it. No matter what happened.

The lizard, in turned, gurgled happily around his professor's cock as he began to thrust. Already he had to swallow every few moments, drinking down the copious amounts of precum. Even that made him shiver and quiver with need as it dribbled down his throat. It felt tingly, soothing, relaxing, arousing - so many sensations at once that he could barely tell them apart - thanks to the effect the pheromones were having on him. With his hands now free, he unbuttoned his own pants and fished out his raging erection, feverishly pumping and stroking it as he let the crow rut into his muzzle.

Edgar hadn't cum for several days. He wasn't the type to masturbate daily, and thanks to that, he was pent up, his sack feeling bloated and full as it slapped against the lizard's chin, tightening as it prepared to unload several thick, rich ropes of seed. It didn't take long for him to reach that point. In just a few thrusts, that ecstatic tension grew inexorably, and he groaned again as he slammed his cock as deep into the lizard's throat as he could, fully giving into the blissful pressure in his loins.

The crow's cock bucked, and Ahnik's mind swam with desire, knowing exactly what'd happen. He felt that thick cum surge through the crow's cock, and a sticky warmth splashing into his throat. He swallowed, and swallowed again, not that he had to, not with the spurts of seed going almost directly into his stomach, but he wasn't thinking clearly. Suddenly, he felt floaty, euphoric even, as the other male's cum was absorbed into him. While it always felt good, the effect of the pheromone cocktail coursing through him intensified that sensation to something that left him dissolving into a quivering, gelatinous state. Every inch of his body tingled and he barely realized that he'd covered his own hand - and the floor - in cum again as his entire world was focused on the throbbing in his throat, on each drop of cum, as Edgar sated himself on his willing throat.

It felt like an eternity, and when the crow's cock finally slipped out of his muzzle, he gasped for air. He could barely stand, trembling still with the afterglow and that amazing feeling of utter satisfaction. But stand he did, on shaking legs, leaning against the equally dazed professor's muscular frame, and kissing his beak, sharing what little dregs of cum remained on his tongue, and in turn sharing just a little of that mind-melting pleasure.

Ahnik managed to recover enough of his strength to pull his pants back on again, and to hastily pull his pants back on. He couldn't stay here for too long; not now, not in public. He'd gotten what he wanted, and the risk was becoming greater and greater the longer he waited. Now that he knew that the crow was receptive to the pheromones, he could always do more later. Oh, did he ever plan to do more.

He left Edgar standing there, staring blankly as he struggled to get his mind going again. What'd just happened? Why had it felt so amazing? He licked the corners of his beak, tasting both his student and his own cum on it. He needed more of it. He needed to clean up the mess on the floor, and quickly. And he needed to figure out what had just gotten over him. He could still feel those urgent, primordial urges roiling inside him, barely subdued by his release.

---

There hadn't been any opportunities for more after that first time, until now, and the lizard was flush with excitement. He'd continued using the perfume since that first time, in the hopes of getting close enough, and at this point, he was probably more affected than the professor. Every time he thought of something sexy, he felt this foreign - yet very personal - kind of warmth and dampness build under his tail. The drug was fundamentally changing his body, though only for the better, he reasoned. The itchy, tingly need was maddening, though, and so he had devised another plan.

He knew that Edgar took shifts in the library sometimes. The crow, ever the erudite, enjoyed working with books. He didn't need to, but it was almost a recreational activity for him, and the librarians welcomed the assistance, particularly from someone as knowledgeable as the professor. That, and being used to teaching, he was also far better at answering the questions of visiting students.

That was what Ahnik was counting on, his green, scaled form almost vibrating with lusty energy as he visited that dusty corner. The realm of many mirthless tomes of statistical probabilities and theoretical numisophistry, of unsolved mathematical quandaries and other books so dry and complicated that he felt his eyes glaze over just looking at them. Luckily, they were merely a tool, a plan; he looked at a few and came up with a realistic - but fake - title of a book that could exist but never had. And then, he asked the student librarian about it.

"Do you know where the compendium of accelerational equations is?" he enquired, feigning a kind of ignorant innocence.

The student working in the library looked like a deer in the headlights, possibly owing to him being a deer. "I- I think I'd have to ask the professor," he replied. "Sorry, but I don't know. It has to be in the theoretical- the theoretical mathematics section. If you wait there..."

Feeling a little sorry for the flustered deer, Ahnik nodded with a smile. He made his way back to that neglected, secluded corner, and sat down, his thoughts immediately flitting to what he was planning to do, his hand snaking its way down into his pants to squeeze his growing erection. He had to strike a careful balance here. Edgar would know his intentions the moment he saw him, and he probably hadn't been exposed to the hormones enough to immediately surrender to the lizard's advances. Not yet anyway.

"-accelerational equations?" he heard someone mutter to himself, behind a couple of bookshelves. The crow, of course. "-who wrote that? Should've asked for-"

Ahnik got up on his feet again, careful as to not make any noise. Apparently, the professor wanted to find the book first. Ah well, he'd just have to make sure that the sexy crow found something else instead. Nobody else really came to this part of the library, except for PhD students seeking to pad out of the theoretical background of their studies, and there weren't any at that stage of their career here, currently.

The lizard tiptoed past a couple of dusty rows of shelves - they were the old kind with wheels on them, allowing them to be moved and rearranged on a set of rails - until he found Edgar. Immediately, he slunk up to the muscular crow, before he even noticed him.

Edgar jumped, startled, having been entirely focused on finding the non-existent book. And he inhaled sharply in a gasp, dosing himself with another lungful of the pheromone-scent that the lizard was coated with. His eyes fluttered as he tried to protest.

"Ahnik," he managed to speak, with commendable composure. "Were you the one who was looking for that book?"

"Yep! But I think I found something more interesting," the lizard grinned, extending a hand and wrapping the crow's black tie around it.

"This is a library," Edgar hissed, even as blood quickly began to pump into his cock as the lizard pulled him closer, and he was powerless to resist it. "We seriously cannot-"

"Nobody comes here," replied the lizard, quietly, pressing himself flush against the crow's frame. His hands were already exploring the outlines of Edgar's swelling manhood, unbuckling his belt as silently as he could. He desperately needed the professor's cock inside him. Since last time, he'd been feeling empty, horribly so, his body aching to be filled with masculine stiffness, and then wet, sticky warmth.

Every second Edgar spent next to the lizard, it grew harder to restrain his urges. He'd never been susceptible to women in heat, not like the usual straight man would be - but Ahnik's artificial scent was entirely skipping the rational parts of his mind, teasing and tickling at the less advanced and far more lusty nerves in his body.

"Go on, you know you can't resist. Let it happen, and the sooner you do, the sooner we'll be safe," Ahnik grinned, leaning it to plant a small but wet kiss on the crow's beak, just before turning around and pushing his clothed rump against his straining crotch. When Edgar felt that intense heat, in combination with the lust-fuelled squirming and presenting, he had no choice but to give in.

His strong arms clasped around the lizard's midriff and he buried his face against the smaller male's neck, inhaling deeply of the mind-melting scent he knew was there but couldn't quite sense, the following exhalation coming out as a stuttering series of hot puffs. He unbuckled his impromptu lover's belt, the loose jeans falling on their own, and then fumbled with his own zipper for a few moments until he managed to spring his cock free. He sighed again as his bare cock came to rest against that inviting, eager heat, and his precum smeared over those already glistening scales.

He could also feel the back of the lizard's underwear against his cockhead. He was wet, like a female would be, and _that_he could smell. Gods, he had to taste him.

Driven entirely by his instincts, Edgar sunk to his knees behind the lizard, pulling down his briefs along the way to reveal that slick, quivering pucker. And without any further hesitation, he roughly spread his cheeks and gave the ring of muscle a broad, passionate lick. And then, another, feeling it twitch against his tongue as the lizard's arousal and oddly feminine wetness coated his taste buds. The taste was faint - a warm, tangy sliminess - but the effects were more obvious, and he could feel his cock oozing, throbbing in the air as precum slowly wet his glans, more dripping with each buck and twitch.

He needed more. Careful, even in the heat of the moment, to not hurt the lizard with his beak, he stuck his tongue right through that relaxed, puffy ring of muscle, lapping up Ahnik's lusty need directly from the source.

Ahnik could barely think at all when he felt that nimble muscle first lap across his tailhole and then sink into him. Just the lick had been enough to make him shiver with pleasure, but instinctively clenching around Edgar's tongue almost make him cum on the spot. He moaned, out loud, not thinking of where they were.

Edgar immediately shot up and clamped his hands around Ahnik's muzzle, his heart racing as he tried to listen for anyone approaching, difficult as it was over the beat of his thumping heart. His already dark face darkened a few shades further as he blushed, but it didn't hinder his lust in the slightest. He turned the lizard around so that he was leaning against one of the heavy bookshelves, leaned down to give his needy hole another quick lick, and then positioned himself to claim him.

It all happened so very naturally. Ahnik's tail hiked up to present himself once more, to offer his desperately needy body for breeding, and he braced himself against the solid wood shelf. Edgar in turn wrapped one muscular arm around his chest and grinded his cock against the smooth scales of the lizard's rump until he felt his head catch on the puckered source of wetness between them. He tried to be as quiet as possible, but the sensation of that tightness yielding and engulfing his throbbing shaft at the slightest push still forced a low, throaty hrrrf from his lungs.

Ahnik felt dizzy with arousal, his claws leaving gouges in the wood. Already he was trembling, his insides clenching with need, his entire hide tingling with anticipation for receiving the crow's cum. He knew just how wonderful it'd feel, that quivering sensation of near dissolution, of floaty bliss and utter satisfaction, and he pushed back against the invading member, squeezing his tailhole around the very base in a vain effort to milk the cum out faster.

Edgar pulled out and thrust back in, hard enough to make the lizard's asscheeks jiggle and the variety of heavy tomes on the bookshelf shake, dust billowing out and quite visible in the thin stream of light from the small window above them. He was all but entirely consumed by his more animalistic side, the iron chains of instinct demanding that he seed the increasingly feminine - in scent, if not in appearance - male in front of him. That he fill his belly with a clutch of his eggs.

Some of those words spilled from his beak without any conscious thought.

"Rrrh, going to- ngh, breed you. Fill you with eggs," he squawked. He didn't do much in the way of dirty talk, and prided himself on his formal manner of speaking. But the part of him doing the speaking didn't care. "Get you fat with a nice clutch-" he added, interrupted by a shaking groan as he felt his cock buck in that warm vice, another splash of precum pumping into the lizard.

Those words ignited something inside Ahnik, as he suddenly realized that he wanted him to. He wanted to feel his shaft buck and jerk inside him, pumping him full of cum... and eggs. The thought of his belly swelling and that maternal glow excited him beyond belief in his influenced state. He'd always had a bit of a genetic quirk that allowed for it to happen - he'd been told not to let any cum near his slit, when the doctors discovered it at a young age - but he'd never actually wanted it. Now, though, with the hormones coursing through his vein, the fantasy felt wonderfully right.

And so he pushed back harder against that beautiful sensation of the crow's big, fat cock pumping against all the sweet spots under his tail, savoring every throb, his body wanting to be claimed. Edgar's hand were still squeezing around his muzzle, but his enthusiastic reaction was more than enough to let the crow know just how much he enjoyed the idea.

Then things took a turn for a different kind of thrilling. "Professor? Edgar?" came a voice from the corridor. Fuck. He was sure to be found out now, maybe fired despite his tenure, but his hips wouldn't stop moving, those primal motions as inevitable as the rising tide now, bound as he was by the iron chains of instinct.

"Do you have any idea where the book on Discrete Pseudoarithmetics has gone?" the student-librarian called out, his footsteps fast approaching.

Edgar choked as he tried to find his voice and use it for anything that wasn't a groan or a lewd, wanton promise of breeding. He was so close to cumming that each motion of his hips threatened to send him over the edge. If the student came any closer, just the quiet squelching of his shaft plunging into Ahnik's drenched tailhole would give them away. If not that, then the slapping of hips against his ass. Or the raw, carnal scent of sex. And being caught rutting a student in public like this would be the end of his career.

"I believe it's in the section on Orthometrics?" he replied, finally managing to restrain himself enough to not immediately give into the overwhelming pressure in his balls. "If not that, then Aesthetic Ergonomics?" he added, hoping to waste enough of the student's time to have time to seed the lizard and get out. He wasn't actually sure if they even had a section about orthometrics, but either way, the librarian would spend a few minutes looking. Maybe just long enough for him to push past the point of no return and pump every thick drop of sperm he had deep into Ahnik's body.

"Oh, okay! Thanks, prof. I'll look there," the student replied.

And with the crisis averted, Edgar held back his orgasm for a few more moments, savouring the sweet agony of impending release, before hilting himself under the lizard's tail.

"Time to make a clutch for me," he rumbled. And then, he came, letting all that pent-up pressure and frustration erupt into the lizard's warm body in thick, heavy spurts. He could feel the cum rushing up his cock and spraying into the other male, surely coating every inch of his insides in a sheen of pearly white.

Ahnik almost blacked out as the first splatter of cum pumped into him. He couldn't keep upright, the intense sense of relief causing his knees to buckle as he collapsed against the bookshelf, every muscle in his body feeling weak and gelatinous. He came as well - his seed splashing against the worn wood - but he barely even noticed it with the glorious, beautiful glow enveloping his entire body as the crow seeded him so heavily and deeply. Much of his cum dribbled down his shaft, over his hefty but freshly emptied sack, and into his underwear, but he didn't care. He just wanted more of this. He wanted to be bred.

But this wasn't how he'd do it. He had to let the professor spray his load deep into his slit. The thought damn near made him climax again, despite being spent. Next time. He'd make plans. He'd get knocked up, whatever the consequences. His entire body was aching to let it happen, to the point he - the very moment he could move again - scooped up some of the seed oozing from under his tail and smeared it over his vent, cum-coated finger briefly and wistfully slipping into the warm, damp hole.

Once Edgar finally pulled out, after what felt like several minutes, he clenched as hard as he could, trying to prevent more than the unavoidable small gush of the crow's precious gift from spilling.

"Friday," he whispered. "Stay a little longer after work," Ahnik murmured, giving the crow's beak a quick, wet kiss, before pulling his pants back on. He had plans to make, plans that made his thoughts fuzzy with heady anticipation.

Edgar was, once again, left dazed. His erection hadn't even abated despite the climax, still throbbing eagerly in the air, covered with both leftovers of his seed and the lizard's wetness. He needed more. Had Ahnik said Friday? He struggled to remember, thoughts feeling wanton and cottony. How would he even manage to teach his classes until then? All he wanted was to breed the lizard, again and again, until his belly swelled, and then he wanted to breed him more.

He did, granted, also need to clean the bookshelves and get dressed before someone walked in. Finding him alone like this would be even _worse_for his reputation. Still, the solution to that was simple in his foggy mind. He knelt down, pressed his beak against the thick lizard-cum still slowly oozing down along the bookshelf, and stuck his tongue out, scooping up as much of it as he could, eagerly swallowing it all to hide the evidence. The filthiness of it all never came to mind; all he could focus on was the wonderful texture and the delicious taste, all of it leaving him wanting more.

---

The next Friday, those urges were at the forefront again. The crow sat in his office, his normally comfortable chair feeling like a pile of cinderblocks thanks to an uncharacteristic kind of nervousness. He was fidgeting, and he was frustrated at himself for doing so, clicking a ballpoint pen in and out, constantly adjusting the backrest of his chair to try to make himself more at ease. And, of course, trying to hide the erection that'd be obvious the moment he stood up. He didn't have to, given that he was alone in his office, but when in this mood, he was always paranoid that someone would walk in and somehow know how needy he was.

There was a reason for that need, not that it'd make it any easier to explain to others. He was waiting for Ahnik. He'd only told the crow to "stay a little longer," not what to expect or what to do, or even exactly how much longer, and so he sat there, glancing at his clock, trying to think about work but finding his thoughts drifting back to the lizard constantly. There was a certain hesitance in those fantasies; was the lizard really ready to carry a clutch? Should it be his clutch? Countless questions, really. His body had a rather resounding answer - "yes" - but his mind wasn't fully on board.

But he knew it would be, the moment Ahnik came closer. He could, of course, simply avoid opening his door. He could even report the lizard and have him expelled. But somehow, those didn't feel like the right answer either, and it was with some trepidation that he understood he'd let what was about to happen, happen. He'd slide his throbbing cock into his green slit and pump it full of cum, filling the younger male with eggs. Their eggs. Edgar had never had a family before, nor had he felt the desire for one, but these last few weeks had sparked a new kind of desire in him. Something, that he figured, might be love. Either love, or lust so overpowering that it clouded his view entirely, making the consequences seem miniscule and unimportant.

Someone knocked on his door, startling the crow from his pondering reverie of half-dreams, fantasies and worries.

"Yes, come on it," he called out, his voice a shivering croak. There were only two people who'd realistically knock on his door this late, after almost every other student and teacher had gone home. The janitor, to whom he'd not need to make any excuses - as he didn't care - and Ahnik, who he'd not want to make any excuses for.

It was the latter, the vibrant green student stepping into his office. But was only a brief moment.

"How about you take me home?" Ahnik grinned, circling around the desk to rest a hand on the crow's shoulder. His motions were slow and feminine, and the contrast between his masculine exterior and those very calculated and intentional movements were driving Edgar wild. Then again, so it seemed did everything about the lizard. In particular, the sloppy kiss he planted on the crow's beak the moment he'd spoken those words.

"I didn't bring my car," the professor admitted, panting, feeling his nose and lungs tingle softly with each breath he took of that intoxicating... presence, the sensation quickly spreading to the rest of him. His boxers felt wet where the head of his cock was pushing against them. His tongue tangled with the lizard's.

"We'll just take the bus, then," grinned Ahnik, as the brief kiss ended. There'd be more of that in the future, very soon. "There should be a few more before they stop going."

Indeed, there were. A few students always stayed late to do their homework at the university rather than at home, and the bus companies were obliging enough to have a few extra buses later in the evening. To his great fear, the stop was already crowded. They'd have no choice but to squeeze in there, which meant that they'd surely give their lust away.

Edgar hesitated, even with the lizard wiggling his shapely rump at him, to the point that Ahnik had to drag him on board once the bus arrived, squeezing himself and the bigger crow in there, between everyone else. There was some anonymity in crowds, and in his excitable, rather heated mood, Ahnik was quick to take advantage. He pressed himself tightly against the professor, letting every bump and shudder of the moving bus rub his ass against that growing bulge.

The crow's body responded, of course. He'd barely managed to get his cock to relax and shrink thanks to the worries about being noticed, and now, with the lizard's clothed rump grinding against him, wanton and barely subtle, he was hard and steel and ready for breeding again, clenching his beak to not tear his pants off right then and there and rut him in public, mating like dogs in heat, uncaring about who would see and what their reactions would be.

He managed to resist that. What he couldn't resist was the desire to give Ahnik a taste of his own medicine, and one of his arms quickly slipped down along the lizard's chest, down to the straining front of his pants. He squeezed where his cock would normally be, jutting out proudly, but felt only his slit and the wetness slowly suffusing the fabric. He must've been wearing a cockring, Edgar surmised. To give him more space. Space to breed.

They stayed on the bus only for a few stops, thankfully, as by the end of it, Edgar's boxers were wet with precum, uncomfortable to the point of it being torturous. And Ahnik? Thanks to the pheromones, he was drenched.

Granted, so was everyone else on the bus, it seemed. The scents affected almost everyone, and the sudden awkwardness allowed them to slink off unnoticed as most of the males were busy concealing their own lusts.

Edgar lived only a brief, brisk walk away from the bus stop, lucky enough to have a home fairly close to the university. The two almost _ran_all the way there, stealing lusty glances at each other the whole way, hands groping each other's asses, Ahnik's arousal openly visible, though thankfully, nobody seemed to notice the growing wet patch in the dimming light of the evening.

Stumbling, unable to keep their hands off each other, and almost drunk on lust, they finally reached the professor's home. If anyone saw them, it might've looked like a the crow trying to support the lizard, or vice versa, if one were to not notice the enthusiastic squeezes, gropes and errant fingers on every inch of each other .The moment they finally got inside and away from prying eyes, Edgar was on the lizard like a bird of prey, shredding half of his clothes as he tugged and tore them off in a frenzy.

He paused for a moment only when he realized what Ahnik was actually wearing. A full set of black lingerie, lacey, and floral. And undeniably feminine. Long, fingerless gloves that'd barely been noticeable with the rest of his clothes on, and matching stockings. Panties - sitting flush against his slit and clinging wetly to it, soft as he was, giving the impression of a mound rather than a bulge - and a matching bralette covering his sizeable pecs. And both garters and a garter belt. It must've taken ages to find a matching set that fit his fairly masculine physique, and somehow, Edgar felt honored to be the first man to see it.

The lizard's shape had softened, if only slightly. There wasn't a lot of fat on his body, but what he did have seemed to mostly be around his hips, now. Hips and rump. In a more relaxed mood, Edgar might've been curious about it, perhaps wanted to ask and figure it out. But right at that very moment, such considerations were very far from his mind.

Edgar grabbed Ahnik by the waist, pulling the lizard into a hug, and then lifting him. He was strong enough - or Ahnik was small enough - that he could actually manage it, carrying the other male to the bedroom, and then tossing him onto the luxurious bed. Well, luxurious, if small; until this point, Edgar had lived alone. But it was, at least, big enough for them to mate on.

He jumped onto it himself, pinning Ahnik, who had a dopey grin on his face. Quickly, he peeled those drenched panties off, managing to do it without damaging them, somehow, and fully revealing his soaked slit. With his cock hidden, from this angle, there was no real difference between male and female lizards, and this one smelled of the latter. Oh gods, did he ever smell of the latter. Edgar shoved his head between Ahnik's legs, his tongue darting out to lap over that opening. It was drooling with lust, just as he was, and he scooped up that tangy heat-slime in a greedy mouthful, letting the warm wetness drip down his throat and chin both.

His tongue dove into his receptive lover, lapping over the limp shaft within, and the way the lizard squirmed and moaned only fuelled his lust. A lust that could no longer be denied.

Edgar stood up, climbing over the lizard and pinning him down, his bulk easily keeping the smaller male there, with no way out except being bred. Not that Ahnik wanted anything else; already his hips were wrenching up to grind that thrumming wet spot between his legs against the throbbing cock about to truly seed and claim him, his legs spread wide in invitation.

There was a measure of nervousness, too. He hadn't just shopped for the clothes that now adorned his body, lacey and seductive. He'd also practiced inserting a dildo into his slit in anticipation of this moment, and it was much harder than taking one under his tail. But he'd managed to stretch out at least a little, and the cockring prevented him from getting hard, which would give the crow's sizeable girth more space to plunge into.

He was as prepared as he could be, his wetness coating the professor's glans as he nudged that breeding rod against his entrance, sending shivers of excitement up his spine. He could see it before his mind's eye, the blunt cockhead slowly prying him open, seeking to do what it was meant to do. To spurt him full of thick, warm seed. Then, he felt it, at first a delicate stretching sensation, and then a twinge of pain as the crown popped into him. Edgar managed to control himself just enough, just barely so, to not immediately start thrusting, and instead of he held himself there, propped up on his elbows, gazing into the lizard's eyes for any signs of pain.

Suddenly, Ahnik rolled around, flipping both of them over; he was still connected with Edgar by that wonderful appendage that slipped deeper with each convulsive buck of their hips, but he wanted to have more control until he was fully adjusted. It was his breeding, after all. And he wanted to cum his brains out. The crow, in turn, didn't much feel like protesting, not with that soaked, silken heat engulfing his throbbing cock inch by inch.

It took some effort, some pleasured groans, but eventually, the crow's cock was all the way inside him. As deep as it'd go, anyway, the leaking head resting against what he thought might've been his cervix. Ahnik felt so very full, incredibly so, but not yet ful_filled_, and so he began to gyrate his hips even as Edgar's hands grabbed his ass with a certain roughness, eager to help him breed himself on that throbbing manhood.

Soon he was riding it wantonly, the instincts that'd already been guiding him taking over entirely as he slammed himself down on Edgar's cock over and over again, with feverish excitement and desire, trying to coax forth that deluge of cum that he wanted and needed, each motion accompanied by a wet squelch. Edgar's crotch was matted, feathers thoroughly soaked in the lizard's arousal. He didn't care in the slightest. Instead, his hands left his ass and slipped up his frame to his pecs, squeezing them as they bounced with each motion, thumbs slipping under the thin, lacey fabric and circling over his nipples.

The jolt of pleasure seemed to sap all strength from Ahnik, his nipples tingling and stiff. He let out a surprised yip as Edgar suddenly flipped them over once again. His cock slipped out, and the lizard moaned with need, feeling so horrendously empty, but Edgar didn't leave him that way for long. He grabbed Ahnik's ankles and raised his legs, and then almost folded the smaller male in half before driving himself back into his slit in one smooth motion.

Then, moaning and groaning in unison, they raced towards the inevitable end. Ahnik's hips were a blur as he hammered into Ahnik, feeling his balls beginning to tighten, drawing up against his body even as they slapped against the lizard's rump with each thrust. In just a few thrusts he'd unleash his life-giving cargo deep inside him. Whether or not he was ready to even have children wasn't a concern he was thinking about. All that mattered right now was that primordial drive to reproduce.

Ahnik wasn't far behind, quivering and clenching, helpless to do anything but take that cock as it fucked him closer and closer to a mind-shattering orgasm. He was barely aware of anything but the feeling of it rutting into him with heavy thumps, his arms locked around the crow's back, holding him close, closer, their tongues entwining and saliva covering their mouths and chins, dizzy from both pleasure and a lack of oxygen. It was all a blur until that beautiful moment he first felt Edgar's cock buck inside him, swelling - and then, bliss, delivered in a series of quick, urgent throbs.

Then he wasn't aware of anything anymore, with that thick, warm seed finally pumped where his body most wanted it. A dissolution, leaving him twitching yet limp, floating on a sea of pleasure. A wetness bloomed inside him, a heated kind of satisfaction and, finally, fulfilment, as his body eagerly drank in every drop of seed it was offered, undoubtedly sucking it all into his hidden womb where it could fill his belly with eggs in turn. He only realized that he had cum afterwards.

If being bred felt this good, he dimly realized, he'd be quite the productive mother. Father? It didn't matter. The afterglow soothed all worries and doubts. They laid there for a while, gasping and panting together, and neither said a single word. Every now and then, an aftershock would send a few more drops of the crow's virile gift deep into him, drawing another whimper, another quiver of lust out of him, but they were spent. Ahnik could only imagine Edgar's swimmers swarming his eggs, melding with them, creating life. Hazy, warm, and happy thoughts, all was right in the world for what felt like half an hour. Perhaps an entire hour. He'd lost track of time a long time ago.

Finally, the crow pulled out, slowly, while simultaneously reaching for a pillow that he slipped under the lizard's rump, making sure to leave his stretched slit pointing straight up. Only a thin rivulet of his seed spilled; the rest would stay inside him. More than likely it'd take some effort to get it to take root, but both were very eager to help nature along.

Then, utterly spent and exhausted, the muscular bird slumped down on the bed, hard enough to almost bounce the lizard off, and the two of them quickly dozed off, the room and the occupants both reeking of raw sexuality.

"Mm. I did realize you were using those experimental pheromones after the first time," Edgar rumbled one they were both awake again. He had no idea what time it was, and he didn't care. Right now, all he wanted to do was enjoy Ahnik's presence. There was, though, a vague but recognizably smug grin on his beak. "But I couldn't really say no to you, cheating or not," he added.

"I wasn't actually wearing any of it today," Ahnik shot back, with a matching grin. "I wanted to test it. And it seems like you like me just as much as is."

Edgar was silent for a moment, watching Ahnik wiggle a little, leisurely rubbing his cum-bloated and undoubtedly fertilized stomach. Soon, it'd swell with their clutch. The thought filled his heart with a warm kind of pride. Love, perhaps. An affection that certainly didn't need the pheromones to work.

Which, of course, isn't to say that the two didn't continue mating like animals, enjoying what remained of the experimental perfume, until Ahnik was visibly, undeniably pregnant.