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Drakkan hadn't gone to the tavern with any intention more than just enjoying a few drinks and some rowdy conversation, but the way that him and Jorek had been eyeing each other over their drinks and exchanging some not so subtle signals of interest meant it wasn't a surprise that he didn't leave alone. The two charr were being handsy with one another the moment that they were out the door, squeezes and nibbles and the occasional running of claws through one another's fur helping to rile both of them up and resulting in them not even making it to the Canton before their need to fuck took over.

Thankfully Drakkan knew of a rarely used off-path that they could divert towards to remain out of sight whilst also meaning they wouldn't need to wait any more to indulge what their bodies were craving. Their shirts were quickly removed and tossed aside, Drakkan pushing Jorek against the wall so that their muzzles could meet properly in a mutually aggressive and sloppy kiss, Drakkan's claws running down the black-furred charr's sides while his partner did similar through his tawny coat when dragging down his back. Jorek was quite obviously and painfully stiff, something the mesmer was more than happy to feel for himself as his right hand broke off from its current task to reach downwards and grope at it, drawing a muffled groan from Jorek's occupied muzzle.

They only spent about a minute like that, though it felt much longer for them both, before Drakkan pulled back with a grin on his face. He hastily began tugging down his trousers, wanting to waste no time before he got what he wanted, letting them come down around his boots so he could step out and then kick them over to where his shirt laid, the tawny-furred mesmer now only clad in a loincloth and his boots. "You're so fucking worked up, aren't you?" He growled.

Jorek licked at his lips to get another taste of the other charr, huffing as he looked him over. "Mmph, yeah... Been a while..." The dark-furred feline was a bit slower to disrobe given that he kept stealing glances at his near-naked partner, but he did decide to go a bit further as well by undoing his loincloth and adding that to the pile so that he could expose himself fully and show off both his plump nuts and his fully unsheathed, quite hefty dick, the scent already starting to fill the air around them. Small, semi-rigid barbs ringed the head while at the base his knot was starting to form, the entire package making Drakkan's mouth water.

The prospect of feeling that dick sink inside had him growling softly in delight as he got to removing his final bit of attire and tossing it aside, revealing the slick pussy between his legs that was very much soaked at this point given how much he'd been enjoying himself. He noticed Jorek's expression change upon the reveal however, his arousal seeming to have given way somewhat to a bit of abashment. "Not your thing?" He asked plainly, though his question was quickly met with a shake of his head and a flooding of crimson under Jorek's cheek fur.

"N-nothing like that! It's not like I don't like it, you're really damn handsome..." He paused, giving a slightly embarrassed sigh. "It's uh, just that I've never rutted anyone... Never really been interested in being on the giving side." His cock twitched at full hardness as if to confirm that he was still very much attracted, and Drakkan closed his muzzle for a moment as he had a thought before grinning wide and pushing Jorek to the wall.

He breathed against his left set of ears and brought his hand down to stroke and squeeze his partner's cock while he spoke. "Mmm, that so? This thick beast's never been in anyone?" Jorek shook his head in response. Drakkan rumbled and pressed his hips forward to tease his pussy lips over the underside, a nice slick layer of arousal starting to coat Jorek's dick and make the bottom charr squirm. "It seems to be wanting it." Even just hearing that made his cock flex again, proving at least some part of him was thinking about it.

A bit more grinding up against the wall was marked with the occasional huff and whine from the submissive male before Drakkan decided to enact his plan. Twisting him away from the wall, the mesmer pushed Jorek down to the ground, albeit softly enough not to hurt, before moving to straddle his waist and look right at him. He brought a hand down to his cunt and dragged his thumb through the slick mess he was soaked with to get it thoroughly coated before reaching forwards and dragging it under Jorek's nose. It wrinkled at the first inhale, but the second was where he groaned out and looked up almost needily at Drakkan as he thought about whether he should try or not. Thankfully though, the mesmer was already ahead of him on that one.

"Feels nice, doesn't it? Thinking about finally letting yourself give in to your instincts and breed someone." He paused as he gave a particularly thorough grind downwards. "I could help, you know... Little bit of magic, give you that little extra boost to make you eager enough to try?" He leaned forwards a little and purred, knowing how much of a tease he was being to the darker-furred charr and giving him a cocky grin as Jorek considered it.

If he wasn't so worked up he would likely have declined, having been very sure before their encounter that being the penetrating partner was not for him, but the mesmer was both very hot and incredibly persuasive. With a long, gasp-interrupted moan he finally made his decision. "Please... I don't know if I'll be that good, but I'll give it a shot." Drakkan didn't waste much time after being given the go ahead, a purple hue beginning to layer over his eyes as he stared into Jorek's and got to work.

"That's it... Deep into my eyes. Feel how hard your cock is against me. How wet I am. Breathe in the scent of it, feel those primal urges wash over you. You want to fuck. You want to breed." Each word flowed like honey as he carefully worked the very simple compulsion into his mind. As he did that he raised his hips up and grabbed the other charr's cock so he could angle it up to be between his lower lips. "Feel how natural this is." He slowly began to sink downwards and was watching intently to see the male's reaction, growling out as he saw his nervousness quickly fade and get replaced by eager arousal and a slight bit more confidence.

While Drakkan was in control as he sank further onto his cock, Jorek was already seeming a bit less meek and embarrassed as he reached forwards to get a hold onto the mesmer's hips and start helping guide them down. "Mmph... Warm..." He'd never felt anything like this before, not even having had someone's muzzle around his dick, and now he had an absolutely incredible man's pussy gripping him and coating his dick and crotch with that hot slick. It wasn't long before Drakkan had managed to take every inch, all ten of them seated quite comfortably inside and twitching.

He waited like that, hilting it all inside so that he could see if his magic had properly taken in full, and very quickly being proven correct as Jorek began lifting him up and dropping him back down whilst giving shallow thrusts upwards and snarling "Fuck, gotta breed..." His interests and personality had not been overwritten given Jorek already found him incredibly hot as he was, he'd just made them a bit more compatible, and the mesmer was very much enjoying himself with how even just in instinct the other Charr was making him squirm.

"Nnf, that's it... Feels good, doesn't it?" He didn't even need the charr to answer given both how eagerly he was thrusting and the almost ravenous hunger he could see in his expression. "Got me so fucking wet, stud. Drenched thinking about how much you're going to spill in me." That brought out another throb, this one followed by a growl and some more frequent thrusts that caught Drakkan a bit off guard and made him let out a sudden whine of pleasure.

Jorek seemed to latch onto that and tried to replicate what he did to draw out that noise, a few more thrusts needed before he managed to force it out once more. Then it was just a matter of doing that over and over and watching as the mesmer's control started to slip, his grin fading in favour of an unmistakably pleasured expression as he was very quickly being brought closer to climax. The rutting stud was starting to growl now as he sensed his partner's release coming, even starting to tease him back. "Gonna... Rrff... Get us caught..." His knot was starting to swell as his own finish approached, it grinding nicely against Drakkan's clit for the next few thrusts before it sank in at half size and locked them together, Jorek now making only shallow thrusts into the charr as his knot swelled to its full size.

All Drakkan could really do was continue uttering those whines and moans as he was fucked up into at just the perfect angle. He tried to utter a response, then a warning, both being interrupted quickly by another forced noise from the engorged knot pushing inside him before a much longer, intense groan escaped his muzzle as he felt himself get pushed over the edge. He clenched down around Jorek's dick rhythmically as his body went flush with warmth and he began to squirt, eyes rolling back as he soaked his partner's crotch and balls while continuing to grip tightly over and over around his dick.

That was what pushed Jorek over as well, groaning out and holding tightly onto Drakkan, even if there was nowhere he could go given the knot locking them together now, as he started to cum inside of him. The first spurt came out under high pressure, splattering over the mesmer's inner walls before being followed up by some slightly gentler but no less potent ropes. It felt more intense than any climax he'd experienced before and it was actively making his brain fog up as he surrendered to the rut. They seemed to fuel each other, prolonging the other's climax with each respective throb and clench for just under a minute before finally their bodies calmed down.

They stayed as they were, the only sound from either of them being a heavy pant as they came down from their equally intense experiences and allowed their brains to recover. Drakkan, given he was much more used to this, was the first to break their semi-silence as he chuckled. "Well, you really did have it in you. Just made you more willing to fuck, didn't give you any instructions. Seems you're a natural." There he was, back to being his usual teasing self.

Jorek huffed, blushing a little but still allowing a smile at that. "Mmm. Maybe." He met Drakkan's eyes once again and saw them glow that same purple as before, though this time he felt the mesmer's magic fade. As it did, he had a very sudden realisation as he looked down to see the slight drooling of his seed from his partner. "Burn me, I came inside you... D-did I just put cubs in you? Is that alright?" He looked a bit panicked, but Drakkan disarmed it with a hearty laugh and a shake of his head.

"No, I've taken an elixir that stops that unless I take the counter-dose. Risk-free rutting." He gave a grind of his hips downward that elicited a huff from Jorek as he moved his hand down to feel just how wet he'd gotten. "Though with that performance maybe you should become a full-time breeder. Plenty of charr that are much more..." He leaned in nice and close. "Fertile." Jorek squirmed as his cheeks returned to their previous red tinge and he felt his cock twitch, though his knot was starting to go down.

He rubbed at Drakkan's side and grumbled. "Hmph... I'd say that I've never really had a desire for the lasses, but then I never had a desire to be on the giving end and look how this ended up. Guess we'll see." He watched the mesmer shuffle his hips, only to tug himself upwards and pull from the tie with a groan from both parties, Drakkan moving a hand down towards his drooling nethers to collect some of the fluids that were now spilling over Jorek's crotch and get a taste for himself.

"You taste good, might have to sneak under your table next time I see you and get a taste of it fresh from the tap." Drakkan turned around, tail waving behind him as he moved towards his discarded clothes and got down on a knee to make sure he was getting his own and not the other charr's. However as he was down there he heard the clatter of claws on stone behind him, and felt the sudden weight of Jorek atop him and pinning him down to the ground with his slick and still rock-hard cock grinding back over his folds. Before he could say anything he suddenly found his muzzle occupied, the used loincloth of his partner pressing against his tongue and gagging him while giving a hefty dose of charr dick and musk delivered to his taste-buds.

Jorek was growling as he worked his hips back and forth to grind his dick over Drakkan's well-slicked up lower lips. "Think you can get away with teasing me that much without any consequences? Gonna have to keep you quiet so you don't let everyone know I'm rutting you..." As his messy dick speared once more into the mesmer's cunt and dragged the barb-laden head over his inner walls, Drakkan remembered that he'd released the spell, meaning that this was entirely Jorek wanting to fuck him. As those hips clapped against his own, he felt a pair of fingers against his clit that started to grind and circle over it as he was rutted and forcing muffled moans from around his makeshift gag. "Wonder how many times I can spill in you tonight..?" Jorek growled in his ears.

Drakkan knew it was going to end up being a very long and sloppy night ahead of him.