Eternal Prison of Chastity and Humiliation
Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Danger Will Robinson!
Please note this story contains Adult situations, rampant sexuality, big, muscular, cetaceans, Love, and romance. IF you don't like reading about a pair of big male orcas getting their freak on, go read something nice like, like Lies And the Lying Liars who Tell them;) If, on the other hand, you like that kinda thing, sit down, relax, and enjoy a good yiffy story!:)
Please Note Noktra, Soche, Master, Shrike, and the Epoch(Eternal Prison of Chastity and Humiliation) World are all 息 to me, John Calafin :)
Noktra sighed as he went down the long stone hallway to his quarters, glancing in the windows he passed at the captives who had been imprisoned here, under the care of himself, His master the chief dragon, and his compatriot Shrike the Gryphon vor various reasons, most of them involving needing either a break from their powerful positions and being unwilling to step down even for a moment, or to show a eyeblinks time worth of weakness, or were here because they had allowed their cruelness to overcome their good sense, and in turn needed to be taught what it was like to be crueled upon; a few had actually come voluntarily, which he always found amusing, for they were the ones who begged the most to be set free.
A scowl crossed his face as his tread sped up a little, wanting a break himself from his works, the seemingly stone-chiseled muscles of his orcan body belying his strength but letting him soften his tread, so that none of their 'guests' knew he was there util his face looked in on them for a moment; He had taken this posting as the leader of his pod had asked, as had the words of his deity, putting him here to help relieve those with power of the reins they wore, and let them be nothing but servants for himself and his friends; when most of their guests arrived, they looked on him with a combination of horrer, hatred, and loathing. By the time they left, they usually would bow before him at the slightest request, which he considered a bit of an accomplishment, though a hollow one, as by the time they got to that point, they would be leaving, and he had no time to enjoy their services.
"why oh why did I let my pod leader, the shaman, and my own blunt-headedness bring me here?" he asked himself as he neared his quarters, and heard an echo behind him of Shrike raping another one of the prisoners, though by the time he and 'master' as the dragon preferred to be called were done, the captive would be begging for more, and not forced, but of their own will; that was one advantage to what they did, they rarely needed to resort to anything like a whip or beating with their guests, and when they did at best it was mild. Sex was, after all, so much better a persuader than simple physical injury.
He paused a moment next to his quarters, letting himself listen to the crys of the victims believed suffering turn to groans of pleasure and soft, begging entreaties for more, allowing his hand to softly slide down to stroke his ballsac and large maleslit where his shaft lay, remembering how tight the tiger they ad finished relieving of his stresses only a half hour ago had been, and how he'd groaned and begged as his ass was stretched around his invading orcan cockmeat..
He stopped himself before he erected from his maleslit, opening the door to his quarters and slipping in, shutting and latching it behind him. His quarters were at the same time utilitarian(after all, he did live in a dungeon) and also well decorated with drawings one of the captives made for him each time he came for treatment, showing his various takings of prisoners, and on rare occassion, of a prisoner he especially liked taking him, done in charcoal, ink, and two with color, made from the plants that grew above the stone ceiling. He sat down on the large congolmeration of wood, feathers, hay, and cloth that was his bed and looked wistfully at the one image on the stand by his table, of his family back home, his eyes peering at the faces of his brother, sister, and two parents as if asking for answers on how to remove himself from this place.
"why.. why must my life be summed as that of a torturer? Why must I live a life surrounded by those who serve me, or are made to serve me.. do I not deserve love? a family? a place where I can swim and sunbathe and enjoy this great earth, instead of being buried in her bowels?" he softly asked himself, and closed his eyes, remembering the time 3 years past when he had swum on the beach outside his families home and played with the the other orcas, and even some dolphins, just enjoying living and being..
Unbidden, an image filled his mind of his best friend, Soche, the other orca in his pod that was his age, handsome, strong, and whimsical, always with a new game to play and a retort on his tongue for their parents about being old enough to take care of themselves, always there to help him. Soche had been the only one in the entire pod who was stronger and taller than him, even if it wasn't by much, and he'd loved him as much as you could a friend. Oh, the games they'd played, the fun they'd had! What he'd give to be in that life again, to never again have to see this dungeon or another stuck up ruler who had to be put in his place.
As he remembered Soche, he also remembered the time things between them had changed, just before he had been ordered here to serve as Chastiser for the races of the country and humbler of the rich. How he had begun to experience strange feelings towards his friend, and noticed that he was as well, often swimming alone together and playing, and when their parents weren't there to watch, touching one another, stroking, and even kissing once.. Oh how he had savoured that kiss, the wamrth in it, feeling his friends arms around him and pressing to him, floating in the surf..
He had been feeling worried the next day, that someone had seen them, and had probably been looking as afraid as a shark with a hunting pack after them when the leader of the pod and the shaman called him.. and he had nearly cried when they told him he was to have a destiny elsewhere than their island, in the place that most of the races only knew as "the house of humbling". He'd had to gather his meager posessions, and wish his family goodbye until fate returned him to them.. and when soche came to say goodbye to him, he did cry, almost pleading not to be taken away from him, but the elders had not let him stay, and now here he was.. a master to the rich, decadent, and un self-forgiving, with all the sex he could want in any way he could want it, save the few species that weren't in the dungeon, all the food he could eat, and luxery at his beck and call.. but it was nothing without someone to hold him, to kiss and feel pressed against him, to love.
Not only had he been denied the one being he had ever cared for, but he had been denied his own species.. there had not been an orca in the Dungeons since he had arrived, which at the same time made him feel good, knowing his people did not fall into decadence, but also made him lonely, wanting a dolphin or orca, just to see their face, hear a voice that didn't sound to his ears like it came from the bottom of a rain barrel.
Sighing again, he reached down and began to play with his balls, each the size of an orange, remembering the tightness of the tiger and how he'd roared, how the dragoness before him had at first beged for mercy then spread her legs and begged for him to take her even harder while Shrike had filled her tail-rift, and then closed his eyes and let the image of Soche appear behind them, murring softly as he remembered their one sweet kiss and his maleness began to grow from his slit, his hand instinctively wrapping around it and stroking it as he let the image stay in his mind of Soche, imagining the slick black and white of his body pressed to his, how strong his arms had felt, the sparkles in the dark grey eyes he had, the way he always swayed his hips, driving the females insane, but never giving any of them more than a smile..
By now he had let his beak fall open, his orcan staff fully erect, bigger than any other cock in the dungeon and wide as a grapefruit as he jerked his fin along it, his other fin pulling on one of his pierced nipples, imagining it Soche's playful nibbling, his mind seeing only him.. and he cursed as there was a rap at his quarters door, forcing his hardened length to retract back in his maleslit and not leave a sign he had been doing what he was, and he opened it a crack, his gaze ready to drill holes in any who had dared disturb him "what is it?"
Staring back at him, face set in a perpetual look of superiority, was the master, his draconic features reflecting dully in the torchfire, his black scales making his red eyes look like twin pools of blood as he hurmphed "Don't forget your duties.. we have a new shipment to place, and it's your turn.. Shrike and I are going to be busy with a stubborn elder fire dragon, you'll have to do it yourself" and walked away, the strands of his whip shining for a momentas he walked down the hall, and disappeared.
"ugh" he thought to himself "I just ticked off the guy in charge, and I'm only second in command, just great.. and now I have to go deal with a bunch of stuck up captives who need to have their arses spanked to realize they're not deities.. just beautiful" and he sighed, donning his leather outfit and grabbing the special whip he'd had made for his hand, trying to ignore the ache in his balls from the inturrupted session as he lets his steps echo down the halls off the stone, becoming a harbinger of discipline as he headed towards the one entrance to the dungeons, hidden by a large cave and booby trapped with wards and runes powerful enough to make a Demi-God cautious.
Coming to the entrance, he saw the same Minotaur who always brought them, holding a group of 5 captives, but with a 6th one behind him, shrouded in a cloak, and he stepped forwards, allowing his beak to form into the sneer he practiced as he did his best to look intimidating, something he found he was good at.
"Allright, I want to make one thing clear.. No one comes here who does not belong here.. if you think a mistake was made, you are wrong. If you think you are not in need of being chastised and taught how low you can be, you are wrong. Once you are inside, there is no escape until you have been taught your lesson, and you will then be allowed to go back to whence you came. You cannot escape from here, so don't bother trying, you'll just get hurt. Welcome to the Dungeon of discipline, captives.. you are now our property."
...and he eyed each one of the captives, sighing disdainfully in his mind at how typical the 5 were.. 2 foxes bedecked in enough jewelry to buy half a kingdom, a pair of lions who looked like they would gladly kill anyone who glanced at them wrong, and a Pegasus, scowling at him like he was nothing but a barmaid.
As he walked behind the minotaur towards the 6th, he heard the bull speak behind him.
"He's not one of the chosen; I caught him snooping around for the entrance"
He nodded, then hurmphed at the shrouded being.
"I don't know who you are, but trying to get in here to rescue somebody is about as smart as jumping in a bonfi.." and he stopped as he pulled back the hood, his mind trying to understand what it saw.
The head that now looked up at him ruefully was Orcan, like his, the only reason it was lower than his was the orcas slouching over position, standing he'd be half a hand-length taller than him, and very strong juding by the body; but the face was what struck him, for underneath dirt and dust and a small scar over his beak, was a face nearly identical to Soche's!
"re, so you better hope we'll be kind to you" He forced himself to finish, trying to hide his shock "what is your business here, wanderer?" and he eyed the face in front of him, looking for details to ascertain that it truly was Soche, his mind still fumbling; the voise that came was deep and powerful, but rueful and stubborn
"My best friend was unjustly sent here 3 years ago, and I have been searching for this place to find him that whole time"
"Soche?" he softly whispered, and the Orca stared at him
"How do you know my name?"
Rather than reply to him, he turned towards the minotaur.
"I want this lout to be mine.. leave him to me, I'll take care of him."
The minotaur was more than a little unhappy at not having someone he could sell as a slave, but knew he could not argue, or he himself might end up under the Dungeons roof, and he knew what that could entail
"Very well.. they are yours"
Noktra nodded, and hurmphed "Thank you.. your payment is waiting in the usual place"
He grabbed the 5 captives in one hand, aking the chain securing Soche in another, and walked into the cavern and then into the fake magical wall hiding the dungeon entrance, going through and into the stone hallways as he lookd behind him, doing his best to focus on his job, grinning as the captives eyes got large upon hearing Shrikes cry of pleasure and a victim's low groans. He turned and stared at the captives after reaching an unused series of rooms.
"Until you have been taught your place, this is your home.. there is no moonlight, no sunlight, no luxeries, and no posessions save what you make for yourself. You are here because you have been cruel, been greedy, or been too self confident to allow yourself to think someone else could do things as you do. From now on, you have no names. You are our pets, our toys, our slaves, and until you leave, nothing will change that."
To make the point, he tied their chains to one of the torch holders and tore the clothes off the female fox, then the male, a years worth of gold in their fabric, shredded to fall on the ground and leaving them nude; the male fox snarled, and made a leap at him, and he didn't even need to think about it as his forearm caught the fox in the belly and knocked him on the floor "that was stupid, fox.. now I mark you down for extra punishment" and he made them remove their jewelry, placing it in a box mounted on the wall before throwing each one in an individual cell, with a grating in the middle so they could talk.
Turning, he eyed the 3 remaining captives.
"Let that be a lesson, if you try to inflict harm, it will be returned a dozenfold upon you, and you will be punished."
Trying not to look at Soche, he walked down a bit farther, and after gathering the posessions of the two lions, grinned at them.
"You will soon learn you are nothing but cats to us, Felines.. I'm sure my gryphon friend will enjoy showing you what a bird can do to a lion" and threw both of them in adjoining cells, chuckling as he heard them roar and try to break free.
"Lions always are the problem types here" he thought and moved on, grabbing the Pegasus and tossing him in a cell with a hay bale and water bucket after tying his legs so he could only walk on all fours
"Enjoy yourself, horse"
Finally, he turned to Soche and hurmed
"We have not had one of our kind in here in a while.. as for your friend, I will see what can be arranged" and took the orcas leash, doing his best not to burst out and hug him and cry, knowing that the master would be most displeased with him if he saw that, and walked towards his quarters, acting as though everything was normal, and occassionally pulling on his leash to make sure he kept pace, not wanting him to look in any of the windows.
Reaching his quarters, he opened the door and entered, pulling Soche behind him and then closing and latching it, turning to face the best friend he hadn't seen for 3 years, and finding himeven more handsome than ever, then blinking as Soche looked at him lng and hard and softly said, with a voice full of venom
"Look, if you're going to rape me, we didn't need to do it in here. If that's what it takes to get to my friend, go ahead" and he turned around, lifting his tail to expose the chainmail short pants he wore and the finely muscled globes of his ass under them.
Noktra couldn't believe it.. here he was, and not only did his friend not recognize him, he was willing to be raped to see him? Standing, he lifted the fellow orcas face up and smiled, an expression he found he had not used in far too long a time, and then grinned
"But Soche, you already found him.. it's me, Noktra.." and watched as his friends eyes lit up, staring at him.
"If this is some kind of joke.."
He shook his head, feeling himself almost cry.
"No, it's me you silly fishtail.." he said, using his nick-name for him back among the pod.
Soche stared at him a moment, searching his features as if looking for a sign it wasn't him, and then blinked and stared again
"By the gods.. Noktra.. is that really you?" and he couldn't help himself anymore, leaning forward and kissing his best friend beak to beak, finding his mouth open as his tongue slid in and stroked Soche's, mmming as he closed his eyes, the entire world melting away under the force and wamrth he felt in the kiss, for a moment nothing but that show of affection, nothing more than the feelings seemingly burning through his veins.
Slowly, he parted the kiss, opening his eyes again and seeing the beautiful flecks in his grey eyes, his handsome face, his warm arms around him.. and without realizing what he was doing, put his head on Soche's shoulder and began to cry softly, holding his friend as his tears flowed and he buried his face in his neck, holding him tightly as his friend returned the embrace gently.
"Oh Soche.. I thought I'd never see you again.. Gods I missed you.."
Soche let him cry until there were no more tears, holding him, and Noktra looekd up into his friends face.
"I wish we were not in this place, but back home.." and his friend smiled that smile he always loved, and slid a thumb at his cheek.
"Same old Noktra.. it's so good to see you again.. you've grown.." and he slid his hand down to softly stroke his back and belly, Drawing a smile, and Noktra chuckled.
"Well, I've seen is your face and your butt, undress already will you?" and he leaned back on his bed, smiling and watching. With a chuckle, Soche nodded.
"Allright, hope you like what you see" and dropped the cloak, revealing himself save the shorts to Noktra, and making him inhale softly; the body before him could have been sculpted by the finest artisan and never have it come close to the reality, strong muscles chiseled from marble and obsidian, yet smooth and graceful, a few minor scars only adding to it's beauty, slick and smooth, one nipple pierced with a ring of what looked like silver, and he felt himself having to keep his maleness from erecting at the sight of his friend, a soft murr escaping him.
"You're far from ugly yourself.."
Soche laughed softly at that, wiggling his rump like he did for the females to stare at, and then, drawing a gasp from Noktra, dropped the chainmail short pants he wore, revealing himself completely to his friends eyes and making him inhale sharply; if Noktra was well endowed, Soche was huge, his ballsac containing twin orbs the size of coconuts, swaying with his movement, his maleslit beautiful and telling of how he felt with a bit of pink around the lips, and as he turned around Noktra could see the muscular spheres of his ass, streamlined and powerful and tight beneath the length of his tail, and Noktra knew from experience his slit and belly were pink even if his member was not erect from such a sight.
"My gods you're sexy.."
His friends grin told him all he needed to know, and he patted the bed beside him, glad he had chosen to get the largest one that he could fit in the hallways as his friend lied next to him and softly kissed him again, letting his hands stroke along his body and he closed his eyes and looked into his friends face, finally having the strength to ask the question he'd been wanting to for three years.
"Soche, I.. could you.. please.." but before he could finish Soche put a finger to his beak and smiled, nodding.
"yes.. we've waited three years, and I wanted to ask you the same question"
Noktra felt tears fill his eyes again, and kissed him softly as he allowed his maleness to slide free, his length pressed between his belly and Soche's as they kissed and held one another, and then with a slight start he felt Soche's member join his between the muscles and skin of their undersides, even larger and thicker than his, and he immediately began sliding down, feeling his friends smile as he gently grasped the tip of Soche's massive orca rod and gave it a soft lick, tasting him and closing his eyes in pleasure and the wamrth only he could give him as he began to lovingly suckle.
Soche groaned softly above him, and he felt his hands softly stroke his back "Ohhh.. Tra, you have been growing up.." and he began to slowly slide more of the thick orcan tool into his mouth, his own throbbing between his legs as his throat opened for his lovers maleness, his mind suddenly warm at the realization that Soche was, indeed, being his lover, and he slid a hand down, softly stroking his smooth orbs, feeling more fulfiled doing this than a hundred of the sessions he had with their captives.
Noktra continued servicing his lovers member, murring at the hot, meaty taste only another orca could have, resisting the urge to stroke his already aching stiffness as he pleasured his friend, and then pausing a moment.
"Soche.. please.. I want you to.. to take me..", his friends look of surprise into his grin and a loving nod making his head swim as he heard him chuckle.
"allright, but first Im going to rut you.. then, Noktra.. I want to make love to you"
He nodded and smiled, turning onto all fours and lifting his tail, exposing his tight rear to Soche's eyes, and feeling himself grow even more aroused as he saw just how long and hard his friends, no, he reminded himself, his lover's shaft was, and how it flexed when he exposed himself, Soche getting behind him and softly rubbing his ass, making him coo before his thick malehead pressed to his opening, his tail lifting higher in invitation "please.." he softly heard in his mind, and realized a moment later he had said it aloud.. and that the difference didn't matter anymore.
The hands of his best friend, and now, his lover, softly stroked his buttocks, and he heard Soche softly whisper "How long I've wanted this, Noktra.. how long I've dreamed of this day.." and he softly replied "as have I" and then gasped as the huge head of his orcan lovers maleness touched his tight opening and softly began to press, spreading his buttocks wide, and then, with a groan of pleasure and love from his throat so happy he didn't know such a sound was possible, his flower admitted Soche's tip and the first few inches of his maleness slid into him.
Pleasure was an understatment for what he felt, ecstasy, love, lust, and the wonderful fullness only a maleness under ones tail can give intertwining within him as his lovers huge orcahood slid inch by inch into his channel, a soft whistle from Soche humming through him as he slowly pushed deeper inside of Noktra.
"Oh.. have you been saving yourself, tra? you're so tight..", sending a shiver through him as he softly pressed back in answer, his own shaft harder than he could ever remember and bobbing beneath him.
After several long, torturous, incredibly pleasureful minutes, Noktra felt his best friends ballsac gently brush his buttocks, and a moment later, he gripped the sheets and moaned, eyes closed tight and nearly crying in joy as his lovers hilt spread his opening and he felt Soche's groin pressed flush to his, his lovers staff fully sheathed in him as behind him he heard a grunt of pleasure.
Soche was in complete rapture; he had searched 3 long, hard years for his friend and the orca he felt he loved, and now here he was, kneeling on his bed with his thick cock buried within Noktra's tight rear, his dream and hearts desire being fulfilled as he slowly pulled a few inches of his hard maleness from his lovers rump and then pushed back in again, drawing a loud moan from both him and Noktra as his balls again rested on his partners muscular rump cheek, and he began to thrust, taking Noktra as he'd fantasized for so long
"Ugh, Yes Soche... take me.." were all Noktra could softly whisper as he felt his lover begin to thrust his wondrous girth in and out of his rear, squeezing his ass muscles and drawing whistles from him with each thrust as he felt his friends balls lightly bounce off his cheeks, thrusting back to match the rhythem and breathing hard as the waves of pleasure from being taken like this shot up his spine, his maleness hard against his belly, the feelings of being mated and feeling the lover he had wanted for so long being with him making his entire body feel on fire as he rutted Soche atop his bed.
He felt as much as heard Soche's soft moans and grunts of his exertion, pleasure, and love, almost shivering on the bed before his orcan lover as his undertail was filled again and again by the most wonderful maleness he'd ever felt within him, the combination of love and immense pleasure a new sensation so intense he'd never dreamed of it before, Noktra's soft entraties of love and need only making Sche fill him in a slowly increasing rhythem, giving both of them all the pleasure from this joining he could as the seemingly skin-tight channel of his love's tail surrounded and squeezed his trunscant member.
Soche was in the midst of the greatest rapture he had ever felt; he had finally found Noktra after so much searching, and now the orca he had sworn to be his love was beneath him, taking his member and sharing not just in their pleasure but in a connection, a love, that neither had felt before. He filled his love's tightness again and again with his maleness, filling it by softly bucking into him as his flesh and Noktra's carresed one another, the pleasure beyond anything he had felt before, and sharing in it with his life-long friend as his ballsac lightly impacted against his muscular rear, and he crooned as his control began to falter at the incredible pleasure, a jet of pre-essence firing within Noktra from his penile.
Noktra couldn't restrain a gasp and a low moan from escaping him as he felt Soche's pre-seed release into him, knowing what was to follow soon as he thrust back and groaned at feeling himself so pleasure and filled, nothing had ever come close to how good, how warm, he felt now as he felt his lover near his edge, squeezing his rump around his member within him as his own arousal dribbled a little pre onto the bed in his rapture at being mated by his best friend and now his lover, his eyes closed in bliss as he thrust back onto the thick orcan maleness buried within him, awaiting the burst of ecstasy from Soche's climax.
Soche could feel in himself that he couldn't hold back much longer. This was his dream, his ultimate fantasy, and he wanted it to last as long as he could, savouring the love and pleasure he was sharing with Noktra, but he knew his flesh and mind could only withstand so much of such an incredible, torturous pleasure before he gave out, and he began o thrust into Noktra faster and harder, drawing a moan and an entreaty of need from him as his maleness impaled his lover, driving him farther and farther up the mountain towards the edge.. and finally, he arched his back and with a orcan cry of love and pleasure, he thrust himself home in Noktra and his maleness convulsed and began to fire his creamy essence within his lover, releasing again and again as one of the greatest orgasms of his life wrapped him in it's pulsing throes.
Noktras eyes flashed open wide as he felt his lovers seed begin to sear into him, his maleness buried to the hilt within his tail as the molten lust filled him, his eyes closing as he crooned in bliss, his own shaft dripping pre into the sheets as he felt his lover release within him, cementing the mating bond and making him feel more pleasured and loved than ever before in his life, his tight ring milking Soche's incredible thickness for every drop of his love he could, his grip on his bedframe almost splintering the wood as he and Soche finally joined, their souls afire.
A deep groan escaped Soche as he felt his love and seed fill Noktra, his balls emptying themselves within his cetacean lover and finally slowing down, leaning over Noktra and kissing the back of his neck, holding him underneath him as though he was made of finest crystal, Noktra's own soft moans sweet music to him as he rolled on his side, holding him close, feeling tears slowly stream from his eyes as Noktra turned and smiled at him, whispering the three sweetest words he could ever hope for "I love you"
They lay together like that, letting the bliss of their union slowly coalesce into the warming arms of afterglow, both their forms tingling in their shared joy and completion. Their interlude was interrupted however, by a draconic roar that made them both jerk awake from an unintentional slumber, Noktra giving a surprised squeal as Sloche's softened maleness slid from his tailslit, an inaudible *pop* sounding as the head came free and Noktra grinned at his lover softly, winking "think we inspired them?"
Soche's answer was to kiss his orcan companion deeply, Noktra's eyes opening wide for a moment then closing in renewed bliss as their tongues fought a swordsman's battle, a deep murr escaping him as he felt his handfin slide down and grip a rapidly hardening orcan shaft, pulsing in time with Noktra's heartbeat, and begin to stroke it, a whispering entreaty coming from him.
"Please 'tra.. take me" and he lowered himself onto the mattress, his belly facing up as he smiled and spread his legs, holding them up to expose himself fully, his heart aching for the same thing as his bowels as he watched Noktra lean over him and kiss his beak softly
Noktra's eyes felt like they were bulging from his head; laying in front of him like a sacrifical virgin was the most handsome, studly male orca he had ever known, his childhood friend and now his lover, offering himself to him, body and soul, legs spread like a female in heat begging to be seeded, muscle and blubber and contour forming a piece of art so breathtaking it made his heart flutter, Soche's smile only urging him on as he kissed his lover, no, his MATE, and slowly guided himself, the thin tip of his shaft a marked contrast to Soche's thickened head, feeling his lovers cock press to his belly as he murred.
"Finally" was the only thought Soche could find in his mind as he felt Noktra slowly push in; Since they'd first met he'd wanted this, wanted to feel this orca fill him, take him, claim him, and now it was happening, a whistle escaping him as he felt the first few inches slide in, followed by more as the stout staff delved farther in, his own fattened length starting to re-arouse as he was taken, was loved, by the one male he'd sought for those lonely years, and a final thought filled his mind as Noktra bent down again and kissed him as his maleness finally hilted within him "So this is love"
No matter how badly he wanted to, Noktra couldn't restrain himself against his urges, the tight, wet heat of Soche's rump, the feeling of completion, finally feeling another orca against him, he felt his lust burn as he began to thrust, pulling out and sheathing himself within Soche, his every erg of willpower restraining himself from wildly fucking the sexy orca beneath him, instead moving in rhythem, slowly driving himself in and out as he dribbled pre within his lover, feeling his counterparts shaft rub between their bellies, both lost in their own worlds of love and pleasure as they coupled again in body and in mind.
"Please 'tra, claim me" was the soft whisper Soche whimpered, feeling himself begin to near, wanting to feel this completion, wanting to climax with his lover, and Noktra responded, a whistling moan erupting from Soche's blowhole as the fat pair of orcan balls began to slap at his rump, his length being rubbed between their bellies like a pair of slickened hands, Noktra's shaft growing fatter within him every moment from his impending climax as he grabbed him and forced him into one last kiss, Feeling his lover reach the precipice, and waiting for the final treasure in his quest.
Noktra wanted, more than anything, to grant Soche's request, and he did so gladly, kissing him with all the passion of a star as the throbbing spear of his cetacean shaft began to fire within the tight new home it had found, jets of seed firing like crossbow bolts into his lover as Soche erupted between their bellies, coating them in creamy orcan jism as their bodies slapped and drove against one another, their beaks locked in a kiss that wanted to never end, a moment so pure in their minds, so full of lust and love and all things beloved to them both it was frozen like a flawless diamond, never to be forgotten and to be treasured for all time.
Gimme a vote and tell me if you want a chapter two; I have one planned, but if no-one is gonna read it I'm not gonna bother writing it;)