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The blinds in Knox's apartment did nothing to keep out daylight. Samael woke with a dull ache behind his left eye. He winced, felt Knox's warm weight in the bed behind him. They fell asleep tied together, but he'd gone soft and slipped out of Samael's cunt in the middle of the night. Judging by the steady, warm breath running into the thick collar of russet fur that wrapped around Samael's neck and made up the hair between his pointed ears, the bat could tell his newfound lover still slept.

What had Knox said the night before?

When he hit the bricks he became a brick? Samael understood what he meant now, and the warmth of the bed and his hangover made the bat pull his wing over his face, trying to block out some of the sunlight peeking through the windows as he went back to sleep.

Samael had no clue what time it was when snoring woke him a few hours later. His headache had eased to a quiet throb in his skull, and his body ached with a sleep-heavy weight to it. He intrinsically knew he wouldn't fall back asleep even if there weren't a noisy mutt snoring next to him.

The bat rolled over and faced his canine lover. Knox's short, purple fur only accentuated the athletic male's body. Those pecs lifted and fell with each noisy inhalation. Knox's mouth hung open, canine jowls a little wet with drool, head tilted back and mohawk squished into his brow. Samael smiled, touching a winged finger to Knox's chest and running lazy circles around his pec.

"Stupid, sexy pup," he grumbled. Knox had no business looking that good and that silly at the same time. "Must be dreaming of something good, huh?" Samael asked. He'd noticed now that Knox's sheath had fattened up, amethyst tip of his canine cock poking out.

Samael leaned over and pecked Knox on the cheek before he slid down, that sheath calling the bat over like a beacon. He got himself between Knox's legs, having to spread them just a bit to kneel there. Still Knox did not wake up, so Samael settled in, feet hanging off the edge of the futon as he let himself nuzzle into the base of Knox's sheath. Some white flakes of Samael's cum from the night before remained sticking to the fur of the dog's sheath, along with the scent of their sex, but what overpowered that was Knox's own musk. He'd been sweating as they slept last night, which only added onto the musk that had built up on the dobie the night before.

That strong, musky smell might have been too rank for some, but it made Samael's loins flush with heat. His headache receding even more as his nostrils flared, sucking in a deep lungful of his stud's pheromones. That slightly acrid, sweaty scent of canine made him whimper. Even with last night's booze mostly worked through his system, he couldn't help but feel himself becoming a different kind of drunk on Knox.

"Fucking hell," he cursed, nuzzling into that plump sheath, taking another breath. Samael rubbed his arrow-head nose into sweaty fur and flesh, smothering and smearing musk across his snout. His cherry-red tongue slipped out and lapped against that meaty, pulsing tube. His eyes fell half-lidded, tunnel vision only able to take in the sight of this masculine breeder. His breeder, his pussy reminded him with a little twinge of heat.

Samael gently cupped the sleeping dobie's fat nuts, taking a moment to lick those orbs. They radiated heat, musk a little more earthy, as Samael's tongue swiped along those folds of flesh. Even passed out, Knox's balls still felt like they bubbled with life, ready for a needy musk-slut like Samael to worship them. The bat moaned at that thought, kissing one of the testes, sucking it into his maw, careful of his fangs. He rolled the orb around his tongue, slathering it in drool and staining even the back of his tongue with the taste of Knox's funk and sweat.

He released it with a happy little sigh, glancing up to see half of Knox's meat now pushed free of his sheath. It dripped precum against the line of Knox's adonis belt, pooling along that crease of muscle and glistening in the late morning light. Samael went to it, shifting so he could tilt his head and drag his tongue along the line of Knox's lower abdomen. His pussy clenched at the taste of precum; he lapped it up, more eager to drink it than the booze from the night before. Knox's abdomen clenched, and his cock twitched, more of it slipping free from his shaft.

His snoring had died down, the poor pup huffing in his sleep. Samael couldn't help but snicker a little at how adorable he became; interrupted only as he found his lips against the pointed tip of Knox's doggy dick. That throbbing purple member already beaded with fresh cloudy pearls of arousal. Samael kissed it, quivering as his lips wrapped again around that heat. He wedged his tongue against Knox's urethra and felt more precum spill against his tastebuds. He moaned at how thick that single squeeze felt.

With how potent he was, Knox's swimmers had to have knocked Samael up by now. The thought made the helpless, musk drunk bat whine, cunt clenching on nothing and fresh droplets of his nectar dripping onto Knox's futon.

Frozen, shivering through a small contraction of pleasure, Samael didn't come to till his mouth had almost filled with the steady drool of Knox's precum. The bat swallowed, moaning as that cream slipped down his gullet before pressing more of that cock into his maw. He scooted closer, hunched over Knox's crotch now. One winged hand wrapped around that fat sheath to hold it still as Samael started to bob his head up and down.

He started slow, just savoring the feeling of the firm flesh sliding in and out his lips. He only took the first half of it, its tip teasing against the entrance of his throat. Occasionally Samael stopped with just the glans between his lips, suckling, tongue lashing at the pointed urethra, before he'd swallow more of his stud's precum. Then he'd wet his lips, let his spit slide down that veiny, purple shaft to make sure it stayed slick as he began to bob again.

He breathed quick through his nostrils, head still swirling with Knox's musky pheromones. His free hand had wandered between his legs, fingers slipping into his hungry snatch. He squirmed a bit, pumping one then two digits inside himself. He mashed the bottom of his palm into his clit and bucked into his hand. Whining more. He shut his eyes, trying to focus entirely on the feeling of his fingers sawing in and out his needy cunny, on the cock plugging away at his mouth.

He didn't notice that the tone of Knox's panting had changed, or the dobie's weight shift on the bed. It was only when the dog said, "I see someone wanted breakfast in bed," that Samael's ear twitched. The stupid joke was almost enough to snap the bat out of his pleasure filled stupor, but he doubled down on his reverie, finally forcing Knox's cock into the throat.

His stud grabbed the back of his head, moaning. The canine's blunt claws dug into Samael's scalp as he held him there, hips humping in meager little pumps. Knox whispered a curse, and Samael felt his knot begin to fill out that sheath. The bat kissed Knox's sheath, suckling hard against it, cock throbbing in his throat. That hot tool made his eyes water, and when he sucked in a breath it now came strangled. He gagged and swallowed, tears running down his cheeks, but the tension in Samael's own core kept building. This roughness, the tightness in his chest, the pressure on his throat, the strong, musky flavor of Knox, all of it intoxicated Samael.

He might have stayed there till he passed out had Knox not pulled his head up. The dobie now grabbed Samael's skull with both paws, treating Samael like a toy in that moment and slamming the slutty bat down on his sheath. His hips thrusted up at the same time, mashing his crotch into Samael's face, purple pubic fur tickling his nose. Knox lifted him again, pumping Samael down once, twice, a third time and the bat seized up.

He clenched around the fingers in his cunt. All thought of sucking on that meaty dick overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure that coursed through him. One contraction led to another, his fingers clamped down by his walls, cum gushing out around them with each milking squeeze. He heard Knox say, "Fuck... I can smell you cumming..."

Samael's scent seemed to do in the dog much as his scent did in Samael. That bulb now pressed to the bat's lips in a lewd kiss. He grabbed its underside, squeezing and pulling, getting Knox to whimper, curse, then let out a long groan as he held Samael still.

It was such a satisfying feeling, to hold someone's cock in your maw. To feel all that tension build up in their body, to feel it snap and release, then the rushing warmth that pulsed through their member, felt on your lips and tongue. Samael savored it, as the cock in his throat tried to twitch and jerk in its wet, suckling prison. Cum dumped its way into Samael, and he drunkenly swallowed it, eyes fluttering open to look up at Knox, who watched him, panting. Samael's look simmered with languid affection and desire, and pushed Knox to lick his lips and whisper:

"God you're hot."

Samael shivered a little at the compliment, as his stud released his grip and the bat slid up that still throbbing shaft. Those first jets of cum he'd had to swallow immediately, but by the fifth pump he had his lips wrapped again around Knox's canine glans. That pointed urethra now pumped thick, rich seed into Samael's maw.

Even though he already came, Samael's pussy still warmed at the taste of his stud. Those fatty ropes of semen rich with protein, wads of it clinging to his tongue as he let the salty, musky flavor blossom and consume his palate. Samael quivered and swallowed that first mouthful. His hand idly squeezed and twisted around Knox's knot, milking the dobie until the poor pup squirmed on the futon, cock over stimulated.

Samael didn't release him till he swallowed a second mouthful. When he did, that violet meat landed with a wet plap, cum still leaking now against Knox's navel. Samael opened his mouth slowly, fangs webbed together with spent filaments of Knox's cum, a sheen of semen still pressed into and glistening on the bat's lips before his tongue swiped along them, and he made a show of swallowing the remainder of Knox's virility.

Samael smacked his lips, eyes still half-lidded as he said, "Morning, handsome."

Knox flopped onto his back with a little sigh. "Good God, Sam, I could get used to this."

"This not how all the boys you take home treat you?"

"Psh, I wish." Knox gasped as Samael's tongue flicked over his cock again before he started lapping up the seed pooled on the dobie's belly. "Damn, you really are a catch."

"I could say the same for you," Samael purred. He rested his chin on Knox's groin, next to that sheath, happy to bask in the musky afterglow. "Just your scent I could get addicted to."

"Heh, most of my one night stands want me to shower first thing--assuming they stick around."

"Oh don't get me wrong," Samael said, "I'll throw you in the tub if you start to stink."

"I'd like to see you try."

"Mmm, if I can't, I'll just lure you in with something else."

Knox's snub tail wagged against the futon. "Uh, yeah, damn. Where have you been all my life?"

Samael snickered a little at that. "What happened to all the swagger you had the night before?"

"Listen," Knox sat up with a grunt, placing a paw on Samael's back and stroking up and down affectionately, "Contrary to what you might think, we canines contain multitudes."

"Hehe, there's what? The good, the bad, and the silly boy, right?"

"Exactly. Multitudes."

Samael finally sat up as well, leaning into Knox's broad chest and giving him a kiss on the collarbone. He still smelt good here, a different scent, more mild but warm and male and him. Samael rested his cheek against it and wrapped his winged arms around the dog before he asked, "You got anywhere to be today?"

"You think I would've gotten that drunk last night if I had plans today?"

"Heh, fair point."

"What about you?"

"Wanted to see how long I could push my luck with this dog I just met."

"Cute thing like you, I bet he'd let you hang around long as you want," Knox said.

Samael couldn't help a giddy little giggle that came from him. He squeezed Knox once before he asked, "What do you want to do for the day, then?"

A nudge on Samael's sternum got him to release Knox, so the dobie could look at him when he asked, "Yeah, about that. Should we be worried about last night?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you told me you were fertile then I busted a load inside you," Knox said.

Samael licked his lips, cunt tingling at the thought. "Mmm, yeah, you did."

Knox ears pinned back in a glare. "Come on, dude. This is serious. Do you need me to go get you a morning after pill?"

Samael frowned. "Why?"

Knox pressed the palm of his paw into Samael's navel. "Cause I'm not trying to give a guy I just met a baby bump!"

"It'd be hot though, wouldn't it?"

"It would be," Knox admitted with a little roll of his eyes, "Up until you had a bunch of purple puppies running around whining and terrorizing you."

"Hey hey, I know I'm asking a lot from you, but you can trust me, okay? I'll worry about the birth control. I'm not trying to have kids right now, either, so just trust me when I say I'll make sure you don't go knocking me up out of the blue."

Knox's brow furrowed, a little growl came from him before he said, "Fine. Not like I can do anything else, anyways."

"Come on, you don't think the risk is at least a little hot?"

"Oh it's hot as fuck," Knox said. "Don't get me wrong, Sam. Last night was some of the best sex I've had. I just want to be sure we're on the same page here."

Samael touched Knox's cheek. "We are. Doesn't mean I'm still not going to beg you to breed me."

"Heh, it better not," Knox muttered as Samael leaned in. They exchanged a kiss, lips pressing together a moment before Knox tilted his muzzle ever so slightly, kissing again, mouth opening this time. They exchanged tongue, Samael wrapping his arms back around Knox and covering the purple pup in a cloak of his wings. Knox was so warm it had Samael sweating as their bodies worked closer together, the bat shifting so he soon straddled his partner's lap. He ground his vulva up against that fat sheath, Knox's prick now retreated back inside it.

Knox growled and forced his tongue inside Samael's mouth. It was bigger than the bat's, and came with a mouthful of drool that he had to swallow, but that just made Samael flush with more heat. Something about this boy's bodily fluids, his scent, got Samael so worked up. Knox practically hypnotized him, and Samael was certain, as that big broad tongue ran along the roof of his mouth, that the dobie wasn't even trying to affect Samael so much. Knox's sheath, after all, seemed less lively than before, like his morning wood getting taken care of had been enough for him.

Samael needed so much more, however.

The bat shoved Knox back into the futon, and the dobie grunted, Samael's palm on his chest keeping him pinned.

"You really want more, huh?"

"Oh, I'm far from done with you, pup," Samael teased.

"Going to have to work for it to get me up, then."

"I have just the thing," Samael said as he scooted forward on the futon, soon sitting his lithe body down on Knox's chest. He jutted his groin out so his wet, needy cunt was right in front of Knox's muzzle. "Here boy," Samael grabbed the back of Knox's head, "Get in there and get a good sniff. That's it, hah, that's a good pup. See what you do to me?"

Knox answered with a growl, unable to hold back taking a deep breath of Samael's heat and need. After orgasming once this morning, Samael's cunt was ripe with the smell of his arousal. A slightly bitter, spiced musk with a tinge of sweetness to it. Samael spread his labia with both hands, exposing his red folds, engorged clit, his entrance winking and webbed with strings of arousal.

Knox whimpered, his paws grabbing hold of Samael's hips to keep him right where he was. The beleaguered pup started to lap away at Samael's cunny, soaking up all those dripping juices, staining his tastebuds with fertile bat. Samael's back arched when that tongue wedged its way inside his pussy. There was something so satisfying about a canine's hungry tongue. That broad, purple muscle wriggling inside of Samael's pussy, working in and out, digging up his arousal and forcing in the mutt's ample drool. Samael clenched down, moaning as he let Knox have his fill.

"That's a good boy," he urged. "E-eat my pussy."

Knox's blunted claws dug into Samael's hips, pinching furrows into the bat's chocolate fur. His nose bumped and ground into Samael's clit, face mashed so close to that muff his whiskers were angled backwards, dripping with the boi nectar that flowed freely from Samael's pussy. The bat humped into Knox's head, both hands now clutching the dobie by his scruff. Samael huffed, feeling more tension build up in him as Knox ate him out so deeply his fangs pressed against his lover's inner labia to get that tongue as far in as it could go. It lapped and lapped at that cunny, sometimes quickly, sometimes burrowing through Samael when his pussy clenched down.

It took a great shove to get Knox off his mound. Panting, Samael said, "Easy there, ah, stud."

Knox panted like a dog stuck outside on a summer day, where his drool ended and Samael's arousal began not entirely clear. He licked his chops and whispered, "You have no right tasting that good."

Heart stamping in his throat, Samael somehow managed a smirk for Knox as he slipped back down to the dobie's waist. He gasped when he felt the hot, pointed tip of his partner's cock nudge his vulva. Samael decided to press into it, humping across Knox's shaft and smearing it in that cocktail of canine drool and boi cum. Knox bucked his hips, whining, which just made Samael snicker.

"Eager aren't you, pup?"

"Just stick it in before I roll you over and breed you stupid."

"Mmm, what happened to not knocking me up?" Samael asked as he lifted his hips, grabbing the dobie dick and lining it up with his snatch.

Knox growled and grabbed Samael's thighs, shoving him back while thrusting forward. Both males moaned as that cock speared its way inside Samael. The bat nearly doubled over, catching himself on Knox's broad chest. He chewed on his bottom lip, both males still, savoring the way that girthy member throbbed inside Samael.

Eventually, the heat and need itching inside Samael's lower abdomen drove him to rock his hips. Dick slipped wetly out his snatch before sinking back inside. That little rotation enough to just heat up Samael's insides more. He felt his pussy leaking onto Knox's sheath, matting the fur there. Knox bared his fangs while Samael worked himself into a steady rhythm. His thighs already felt a little shaky as he bounced on Knox's lap.

Samael, huffing, brushed a fallen lock of his russet hair out of his eyes before he grinned at Knox. The mutt had his eyes shut, muzzle screwed up in concentration. Samael felt the slowly inflating knot kissing his pussy lips and knew Knox tried to hold back as much as he could. That wouldn't do.

"You like my pussy, pup?" Samael asked.

Knox's eyes blinked open, and he nodded.

"Why are you, hah, being so gentle, then?"

Panting, Knox growled, "Just... rrr--trying to savor this."

"Why?" Samael asked, slamming down hard on Knox's lap. That bulb punched inside his pussy, swelling more. Samael stilled for a moment, enjoying the tingling, satisfying pressure of his inner walls being stretched with each beat of Knox's heart. "A good boy like you can go all morning, can't you?"

"Sam... fuck..."

Samael rolled his hips forward, that half-inflated knot popping free of his pussy--slick and glistening with nectar. With a little grunt, Samael shoved it back in, whispered, "You want to breed me bad, d-don't you?" His voice turned shaky as he tugged that knot out of his cunt again. He wiggled his hips backwards, pussy stretching around Knox's breeder before it sank snugly back inside him. "Come on, I know you're worried about the future, but just let all that go." Samael clenched his pelvic floor, his silky walls massaging up and down that fat member, savoring its pulse. "Just be my good, horny puppy for the morning, yeah?"

That finally got to the dobie. Knox grabbed Samael by the shoulders and swung him around. Samael gasped, flailing to make sure the fingers of his wings did not get caught under his back as Knox wrapped an arm around the bat's thighs, clasping them to his chest, pressing them down so his backside curled upwards. With his thighs closed together, it only made his mound close tighter on the fat knot still stretching him open.

"I'll show you horny pup," Knox snarled.

With a ferocious tug, he ripped his knot free of Samael's cunt, cock slipping to just the tip, and the bat's cunny clamping down, squirting fluid out around that purple cock. Knox slammed back in, and Samael screamed as that fat, fist-sized bulb rammed back into his pussy. The stretch burned, sizzled, the sensation so much Samael couldn't help but cum around it. His arms reached behind him to blindly grope at the futon mattress, as Knox tore his knot free again. With Samael clenching down, it was even harder to do this time, but his inner walls were no match against that forceful fucker. It stabbed inside him again, and Knox fell into a slow, rutting rhythm. Knot fucking the bat till his sore cunt could barely clench down, each hump punctuated by the wet suction of his pussy being force-fed that fat bulb of flesh.

Samael reached up and grabbed Knox by the spiked collar he wore, yanking the pup down. The dobie's full weight against him felt good, even as he felt his hamstrings strain with the stretch of being almost folded in half. Samael forced Knox into a rough kiss, their teeth clacking together. Both males panted furiously through their nostrils, muzzles tilting so their lips could meet. Knox snarled again, but this time it dissolved into a whine as he ground his crotch into Samael's thighs and backside. Resorting to short little humps, dick pressing against Samael's all too vulnerable cervix, knot tugging on the bat's nether lips.

Samael rallied and squeezed his lower muscles hard. He broke the kiss and whispered, "Breed me, stud. Hah, c-come on!" Knox groaned, gasped, as he finally tumbled into his second orgasm. Like with his lips before, Samael savored that throbbing, pulsing rush that worked through the dobie dick. Knox's balls jumped against his butt, pulling up in a clench as he started dumping his seed inside that receptive womb.

Samael wrapped a shaky arm around Knox's back, trying to hug him closer. The dobie nuzzled into the bat's collar of fur, grunting, whining, hips still rocking forward and back. Samael kissed Knox's ear and whispered, "That's it... Th-that's my stud. Fuck you feel so good. My pent up puppy has so much cum for me, don't you?"

And Knox did. Despite earlier, gout after gout worked through the twitching cock and into Samael's milking cunny. That warmth spread across his knot-fucked walls like a balm, pressing into and leaking through his cervix. Potent, dobie seed pooling in hot, thick strands inside Samael's fertile egg chamber.

"What a good boy, giving me a litter," Samael continued. "You're going to give me more, aren't you? Horny puppy stud like you just needs to breed and breed."

"God, Sam," Knox breathed, "What are you doing to me?"

"Hehe, just telling you what you already know."

Knox whined and said, "I want to knock you up so badly."

"Good," Samael purred, stroking Knox's back. "You're going to, I bet. Now that I have you, I'm not going to let you go any time soon, you hear?"

Knox looked up and kissed him. Trying to catch his breath, to not pant, Knox swore, "I'm gonna plug you up like this every morning from now on if you aren't careful."

"Mmm, like any good puppy stud should."