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Outwardly, Paelas was the definition of calm and restful. With a book splayed out on the table in front of him, a broad otterkin thumb occasionally flicking a page, and a cup of lemon tea that he ever so gingerly brought to his lips to take a drink, how could he not be? But there were the little signs like the way his hand tapped a steady staccato rhythm on the table when it wasn't turning a page, or how his eyes kept darting up towards the door in between paragraphs, or the tip of his tail jerking against the leg of his chair. The squall was coming and like any other storm at sea, there would be nothing to do but to try to hold on as the ocean itself did everything it could to make you vanish beneath the cresting waves.

[16:31 PM]Egil Hijun > Paelas Stormcoast: i almost lost track of time ahhhhhhhhhh

[16:32 PM]Paelas Stormcoast > Egil Hijun: nw hope ya doin good tho <3

The object of his ire walked into the guild hall with seemingly nary a care for the stare leveled over the otter's glasses towards him. Egil's expression flashed ever so briefly with discomfort as he propped his lance on the weapon rack close to the door, schooling his expression quickly back into something akin to passivity before he moved away. Did he mutter something under his breath? His eyes glanced up and met the otter's over the rim of his glasses, though he didn't know what it was he sensed in the calculating orange eyes of his guild's healer. It wasn't until Paelas' hand grabbed him by the straps his armor that he clocked that perhaps something was wrong, and he had a fair guess as to what.

"Do you know, perhaps," the cold fury in Paelas' voice might have frozen an ice elemental in their tracks, a wonder indeed that the otter's breath wasn't frosting over while he twisted Egil towards him to look him in the eye directly, "Just perhaps, how many times I wandered that dungeon looking for that exact piece of equipment?"

Their snouts were about touching. Paelas' voice broke into a heavy, rolling growl that curled his lips into a snarl and put those canine teeth on full display.

"And here we are, two days later. You've yet to so much as even touch it, wear it, or even put it on the market-board." Paelas' hand gripped tighter only to stop himself from shaking Egil until the hare's teeth rattled. "I even sent you an offer for it. Quite a bit of gold in your pockets and you get to keep your healer happy."

Egil grimaced from being this close to the otter, the hare's expression wilting slightly before pure brazenness put a white hot blaze back into his eyes. How dare the healer get miffed that he rolled well even just once in their times raiding together? What the hell did it matter?

"Maybe I would give it to a competent healer." Paelas' eyes narrowed at that comment, lips parting for a moment to interject but Egil's voice rolled right over his with words he hadn't intended, but boldness made a fool of him regardless. "Maybe if I hadn't spent a good half of that last fight on the ground, I might not have felt like I needed to get your attention."

"Well you have all of my attention now," Paelas sneered openly, taking a step forward. Despite himself, Egil found himself taking a step back. Then another. And another. Retreating across the stone floor step by step until his back impacted against a wall. His head turned, eyes widening when he realized that he'd been forced back into a corner with no way out except to get through the otter.

Egil didn't like the look in Paelas' eyes, especially when they cooly narrowed at the hare's next words that stumbled unbidden out of his lips.

"We could just settle this in the arena!"

It hung there, weighing down the atmosphere of the room by existence alone: an open challenge for the two of them to hash out their differences and perhaps for Paelas to gain his treasured prize through a contest of strength. They might not exactly exit the arena as friends, but it was better than this test of dominance. Dominance, it turned out, that was exactly what Paelas wanted to exert over the situation.

When the otter's hand lifted up, Egil expected a slap across the side of his face. How strange it was that instead the broad palm cupped his cheek, thumb prying its way past the hare's lips with the broad tip of it before pushing it back against the hare's tongue. Pushing firmly against the corner of his mouth, that broad digit had no trouble finding and pinning the oral muscle down to the floor of the hare's maw, a quiet gag spat out of Egil's mouth as he tried to contend with it. The digit smoothly worked its way back and forth, smearing the taste of the sea across Egil's tongue while the otter watched the hare's faltering gaze. The argument had been made before that healers were the bottoms of the world and here Paelas was proving that wasn't the case in the slightest. Two words. Just two words:

"Shut up."

[17:05 PM]Egil Hijun > Paelas Stormcoast: holy fffffff

17:06 PM]Paelas Stormcoast > Egil Hijun: >:3

That was all Paelas had to say for the fire to die down in Egil's eyes. The acts by themselves were so simple and shouldn't have so effectively shut down the hare but it was like the otter already knew this about him. Knew just how weak-willed he was outside of combat. Paelas pulled his thumb free a moment later, smearing the saliva sticking to it across the hare's cheek with a confident grin. Egil's reflexes were only good inside of combat, the otter's elbow jerked up from below and pushed in on his adam's apple to force him fully against the wall as a choked gurgle rushed past the hare's lips. The lancer's legs kicked, whether it was to try to force the otter away or to simply find purchase to jerk himself free even he didn't know.

Egil froze up, suddenly aware of sensation between his legs. The otter's palm smoothly gliding over his creamy stomach fur before pushing their way inside of his breeches. Middle and ring fingers glossing themselves over the hare's vulva, running them back and forth a few times before using those same digits to pry them apart just under the cotton fabric. The heel of his palm ground in against the pubic mound, a perverted smile pulling at the otter's lips as he took great pleasure in forcing those twin broad digits into the hare's canal to the sweet sound of Egil's moans.

"I figured this is why you wanted my attention so bad." Paelas' cheek nudged against Egil's, the otter tipping his head back slightly to put his muzzle close to one of those twitching, upright ears. "Soaking through your pants, easy enough to smell you. Smell just how much you need to get fucked, feel a cock pumping inside of you."

The digits pushed their way in up to the knuckle, Egil's voice whimpering as his insides clenched around the invasive fingers as they curled and pulled themselves back soaked through before pumping right back in smoothly.

"Breeding you full of kits-"

Egil's voice jerked upwards in octave as those fingers pumped back and forth, staining the inside of the hare's pants with his own pearly essence with each dig of those digits. His head tipped back, cheeks flushed under his brown fur. He couldn't even look Paelas in the eye at the moment, his legs trembling with the effort of keeping himself standing as each thrust of those fingers made his whole body weak. The elbow shoving its way into his clavicle eased up, no need to block the hare into the corner when his own body was doing that for him just fine. Instead it slipped its way downwards, prying open the button of the lancer's breeches roughly, threading the fabric down his legs while Paelas' breath rolled heavy across the hare's cheek.

[17:22 PM]: Paelas Stormcoast > Egil Hijun: shit i feel like im getting way ahead of things

[17:23 PM]: Egil Hijun: nah you're good, holy shit tho I'm soaking my chair... god you're good

Strings of fluid clung to the otter's digits as he pulled them away from that tender mound, greedily running his tongue over those soaked fingers as he contemplated the needy hare. Egil's chest was fluttering with his inhalations while he tried to calm himself, tried and failed to tamp back down those rising pangs that rolled through his body. Gradually he was able to open his eyes again, one of them drifting over towards Paelas before visibly flinching as he saw what the healer was doing. The man was pulling his pants down right there in the guild hall, not that strange considering what he'd just done to the hare... but:

It shouldn't have been real. To see the man's dick bowed by the waistband of his undergarments as he slowly peeled them down his heavy, brown-furred thighs. The trail of orange rolled all the way down his belly towards his groin, even the hue carrying down the width of that shaft. And it was wide. Impossible. The healer could put the width of his lance's haft to shame with a beastly tool like that. The deep, dusky orange of it finally gave way to pink somewhere near the underside of the head, the whole of it swinging free and thumping against the undercurve of Paelas' belly fat when he finally got his pants down to his knees. And the man just stood there, leering at him while his forefinger and thumb wrapped around the base unable to meet his fingertips around the curve of it. Bouncing it lightly, squeezing up a bead of precum from head.

[17:33 PM]: Egil Hijun: seriously how tf did a guy like you get a dick like that im so jealous

[17:35 PM]: Paelas Stormcoast: all the better to fuck you with my dear bnuy

"On your knees."

Egil's legs caved under the command, letting his knees fall to the cool stone floor. His tuft of a tail twitched behind him, nose wrinkling slightly as this range let him scent that heavy shaft's musk on the air. It was clean, but there was a present overwhemling masculinity to it along with the subtle scents of a day's worth of sweat clinging to Paelas down there. He didn't even need to scoot forward, the otter's lumbering steps brought the pink-crowned head directly up against his short muzzle. Egil stared cross-eyed down at it, wondering if he could ever fit the whole thing and yet his mouth was watering at the prospect. The hare's hands shook slightly as he brought first one up around the base, gasping as he felt the ungodly twitch rolling through the behemoth prick. His other hand finally took up that sack, only able to properly hold one ball at a time as he shifted around the orange-furred pouch to get a sense of that weight.

If this thing fucked him like he was now, there was no doubt he'd be pregnant. He should back out now. Say he was sorry, but don't let that thing cum inside of him.

Egil's lips kissed the tip, instinct taking over where his brain was faltering. His tongue swiped up that fresh bead of pre collecting at the head with a husky groan filtering out through the building haze of his mind. Every lick there was a new dollop of precum ready for his tongue, the pink muscle glazing over that broad head while Paelas propped his hands on the wall somewhere above the hare with a grunt. The healer's broad bulk blocked out the light coming from the guild hall's window, leaving Egil's senses to flare with the masculine heat practically oozing off of Paelas' shaft.

It was hard to think, Egil's mind slowly bubbled up above the sea of his own lust for just long enough to register that. He couldn't get enough of Paelas, every lick, every inhale, even just feeling the otter throb in his grip was a drug hitting his senses. His thighs were rubbing together, soaked through with his juices and leaving steady drips on the floor as his body knew far better than his brain what it wanted. Egil's cheek smeared across that prick, pushing his snout in under the base between shaft and balls and inhaled right from the source. It hit his body like a hypnic jerk, the lancer could do nothing else but let it all out in a soft, whimpering moan. Kissing his way back up the shaft, his mouth opened just under the head to let the man's precum drool right down into his muzzle. He wanted to sustain himself on nothing but this cock alone, to just sit here and let it feed him, let it claim him with that marking scent, he wanted-

"Fuck me," Egil's throat choked up for a moment. Why did his mouth feel so dry? He could feel the heat burning in his inner ears, sending a shock of red through the usually pale pink of the interior. "I'm so sorry, please fuck me. I'll be good, I promise, just please..." He felt like he was going to cry his craving was just that soul deep for Paelas, or rather for the healer's fat cock. Egil bent his head back down again, bringing his lips to each of those bloated balls to give them a kiss as well. Just let him feel those rammed up against his snatch, tightening with each pump of cum they planted inside of his body!

Paelas grabbed Egil by his jerkin again, yanking him up shakily to his feet by the strap. The hare's body impacted against the window facing out into the courtyard of the guild hall, audibly rattling the glass as the impatient, domineering otter wrangled him into place. A hand gripped his head, layering fingers through the lapine's hair while the other guided his lower back down and forced the hare to widen his stance with his palms pressing against the glass. The undercurve of the otter's gut slotted nicely into place above that ass, his cock drumming upwards against Egil's puffy vulva and dragged its way along those lower lips. Rolling his hips back and forth, smearing his cock with the hare's juices before drawing them all the way back and pressing his tip between them.

"Apologize properly once I've fucked you pregnant, slut."

[17:47 PM]Egil Hijun: ghgodigh warn me before you pull out language like that holy shit i just came

Egil's breaths fogged up the glass, Paelas' hand gripping his hair almost by the roots as he stuffed the head of his cock into those folds. A tool like that was never meant to fit into another person's body, the sheer width was making the lancer's eyes water even in his overwhelmingly aroused state. It felt like it was hollowing him out, coring out every desire he had except to please it. He couldn't stop himself from clenching around it as the first of many wads of precum fired directly inside of him, already he could feel the fires of heat dampening. The logical part of his mind, drowning as it was in endorphins, quietly kept reminding him that there was no going back if the otter came inside of him. Paelas was going to knock him up, no question about it. That voice found itself overwhelmingly silenced when a solid six inches suddenly shoved their way in, the dull bass of Paelas' voice grunting into his ear sending all those concerns away.

Paelas' hips pulled back after that initial plunge, the cold air only encouraging him to bury those same six inches right back into the hare's fertile cunt as well as another inch besides. He wasn't a machine, he couldn't keep a steady rhythm even in the best of circumstances and there was no way he could control himself like that right now. Egil's insides gripped around him, desperately trying to keep him inside each time he tried to pull back. Didn't need to tell him twice. Each pull out was matched by an equal push inwards, stuffing an extra bit of otter cock in each time. Millimeter by millimeter, Paelas was stretching that cunt around his whole cock one way or another. Ten inches in with a little less than an inch to go, the otter said goodbye to taking his time and simply shoved the rest of himself in. Feeling Egil tighten up around his base, his nuts firmly grinding up against that puffy mound, all was right in the world.

The drawback was now Paelas just couldn't bring himself to pull back. His hand slipped its way around Egil's hip, fingertips brushing over the hare's clit. He could feel himself through the thin layers just above the hare's pelvis, cock twitching as it fit perfectly and snugly inside of Egil's body. The lancer's lips hung open in a silent cry, legs shaking to the point that Paelas was sure that the only thing keeping him upright was the snug fit of his cock propping up the hare's lower half. The otter jerked his hand gripping through Egil's hair, the hare's voice rising in a yelp while Paelas pulled him up enough that he could growl into one of those long ears.

"Who owns this cunt? Who owns everything this cock whore does?"

"Yuh-huhh," Egil's voice slurred in his over-aroused delirium, eyes fluttering for a moment before forcing the obvious answer out through his barely working mouth "You do!"

"Who's going to knock up his little bitch pet? Say m-nnngh." Paelas' own voice trailed off as his nuts drew taut against his body, feeding the hare's snatch another dose of his precum. He could feel the hare's snatch spasm around him, another hot gush of fluids spilling against their thighs and leaving them smeared in stickiness. "Say my name!"

"Huaaaaahfh... fuck! Paelas Stormcoast owns thi-thisssss slutty cunt!"

[17:58 PM] Paelas Stormcoast: been a bit since i typed this much hope its good... fuck im gonna cum soon

[17:59 PM] Egil Hijun: fghggnnn just cum whenever... b-both irl and here holy shit holy shit holy shiiiiiiiiiiiit

Willpower alone let Paelas pull himself out, managing to get a few inches out before he just had to drive himself back into the fertile warmth between the hare's legs. His chunky thighs belied the power that he could put into each of those thrusts, making the glass shake and rattle each time he pumped himself back into Egil's body. The hare just let it happen, propping one elbow up on the glass while his other drifted along his lower half to feel the route that cock was hollowing out inside of him. It was such a sinful pleasure to feel that bump recede and then fill right back out again with the otter's shaft, the hare's toes curling as his heat was finally, blissfully getting sated. Who cared if someone outside the guild hall looked up and saw him getting fucked, hell, he was going to do his best to make whoever did see them jealous!

Egil's ears pivoted as he heard the pace of Paelas' breaths change, something was different about the way he was exhaling. Broad mitts grasped around the hare's child-bearing hips, fingers clenching in hard enough to leave marks under the fur while Paelas' voice pitched down into a throaty, needy growl.

"I'm g-gunna..." It wasn't a warning, it was a promise.

"Nhhhhhh-Do it!" He craved it more than anything!

Paelas' hips bucked in one last time, whole body hunching over his claim as his nuts jerked upwards. Egil wondered for a split second if it was just a dry fire, that cock was sure spasming like it was unloading something inside of him. He needn't have worried as the first gush pooled inside of his snatch, almost immediately there was too much cum for his body to hold. Thick, stringy globs of cum pumped inside of him only to get forced right back out around the otter's shaft, drooling heavily down his inner thighs if it didn't just drip down to the floor. Their bodies both shook with the effort of it, Paelas faring a bit better than Egil was as his forehead slid along the slick glass in front of him. His cunt squeezed around that shaft, milking each and every drop that it could out of him even if most of it was draining out of his body in clinging pearls to the floor. What mattered were those swimmers already inside of him, he could almost envision their trail as they sought out his eggs to fertilize them, to make him into the mother of the otter's kits, he-

[18:04 PM] Garet Fledermaus: Uh.. you guys have been in general for like 30+ minutes

[18:05 PM] Egil Hijun: fddfjfhgh SORRY OMG

[18:05 PM] Paelas Stormcoast: oops

Egil averted his gaze at the cat looking up at them, but he couldn't stop from rubbing the obvious bulge just above his pelvis. It felt so tightly packed, even just pushing his fingers lightly against it he could feel the simmering heat just on the other side. He was unconsciously holding his body further forward, trying to use gravity to keep as much of that load inside of him even while Paelas pulled out of him and wiped his cock off on his thigh. A hand swatted across his ass, the otter sliding his fingers in between the hare's legs to feel that well-fucked sex oozing out his own cum.

"You're sleeping in my room for the next nine months." Paelas said coolly while he pulled his pants back up from the floor, fitting them onto his lower half. When Egil's blank expression met his, the healer just grinned. "What, gotta make sure the mother of my kits is taken care of, don't I?"

The hare couldn't stop his tail from flicking a little at that, nodding demurely. He knew his place now, for sure...

[18:09 PM]Dondon the Bonbon: omg I'm so fucking embarrassed

[18:10 PM]Jaffakake: yeh lmao what a nightmare... speaking of-

The otter had to take a few tries to get the picture to not be so blurry, but when he finally hit send over Discord it was obvious what he meant: The fleshlight gripped in his hand was cracked along the sides, the silicone pink interior spilling out here and there. The end where he'd been doing his business into was drooling a thick, viscous white past the wrinkled entrance. It was obvious what had done the damage, the otter wasn't fluffing up his size in the RP in the least as that fat dick was about as thick around as the can of carbonated water sitting on his desk in the background. Minimum.

[18:11 PM]Jaffakake: broke my fuckin toy.

[18:11 PM]Dondon the Bonbon: you can break me any fucking time okay okay here lemme just-

Donovan shared his own image a moment later, grinning quietly to himself as it seemed like Jaffa was taking a long time to respond after seeing it. And why not? The hare had balanced the dildo that he'd been bouncing on for the better part of the last hour on in front of him, it just about came to his navel. It was clearly still wet from the hare's snatch, too, glistening and catching the light along the many curves and ridges of its pink, white, and blue mottled surface.

[18:14 PM]Dondon the Bonbon: oh right one sec too

Jaffa started as the game pinged him, not the instant messenger. Seeing the tool the hare had been bouncing on all that time, it had sent a feverish desire to crank another one out right then and there. His broad hand gripping around his cock and jerking out a few more strings of precum to roll down his shaft, he had to navigate on his other monitor over to the game to see what the message was. Even as tensely aroused as he was, he snorted quietly as he saw the trade window had popped up with Egil's lancer standing mutely nearby.

[18:14 PM]Egil Hijun wants to Trade:

[Herald's Crown of Healing] for [1 GP]

[Accept?]

>Yes

No

Jaffa clicked 'Yes'.