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--1

The acrid smell of the paint made him cough every time - he always stood too close, always too eager in making his mark, but the end result was beautiful.

When work was slow, Vergence amused himself with urban exploration, and he always marked his territory. It was a holdover from earlier years, back when he staked his claim with decorations from bones of prey and his own unique smells.

Aside from beatnik types who misinterpreted the decorations altogether, most city folk were more horrified than respectful of Vergence's posts and hangings made from dried bone and tanned hide. The graffiti, he found, was a much better alternative. It was inconspicuous enough, and it was understood. It was his tag.

Stuffing the rattle-can back into his knapsack, Vergence admired his work for another moment, then it was time to leave. The alley was small, and it let out only into the street, dark in the night. He wasn't afraid by any means, but there wasn't a challenge in just walking out. It was almost a compulsion to be as athletic as possible, and he never bothered to resist it.

First, the raptor stepped up onto the lid of a dumpster, the steel creaking tiredly underfoot. Leaping nearly straight-up, he caught the bottom rungs of a fire escape ladder, pulled himself up, and climbed it to the top. Alternating, then, between the handrails on the fire escape and digging his talons into the brick building's facade, he quickly ascended to the roof where he dashed like a ninja, his hoodie flapping in the chilly breeze.

Against his hide, the cool air was exhilarating Very little of his upper body was bared to it, save for face and hands, thanks to a thick hoodie. Below the waist, he was comparatively under-dressed Denim shorts hugged his hips and made them pop, while leather leggings worked similar magic on his muscular legs.

Vergence dove across any number of gaps between buildings, sometimes as much as twenty feet, never losing his footing or doubting himself mid-stride. Certainly, many top-floor tenants wondered what the stomping was, but they never saw him if and when they looked.

--2

The green raptor wasn't as stealthy as he would have liked to think. Most, if not all urbanites were oblivious to him, but there was one creature who knew of his habits and tailed him.

Stalking into the alley Vergence had long since fled, the tagger's hunter smirked at the still-wet graffiti Tribal simplicity, but street flourishes; a style unmistakably unique to him. Taking out their own rattle-can, they defaced the graffiti with some of their own; cumming for you, they scrawled just beneath it.

Well into the night, Vergence explored and tagged. He went through can after can of blue and green paints, his trademark colors, but there was just so much to tag, so many tantalizing facades and objects. He tagged a police car while officers snoozed inside waiting on a drug sting. He was unstoppable.

But for every three tags Vergence left, one was defaced with a lewd threat. Face down/ass up, under one tag; stretch you out was another, and so on.

A more confident tagger wouldn't have gone back to check on their work. It was often a fool's mistake, and done for vanity. Vergence did it just to make sure his marks weren't being walked on. Yet when he doubled back to check his most recent marks before heading home (only just missing the pale luminescence of red eyes in a pitch-dark alleyway), that was exactly what he saw.

Somebody had vandalized his vandalization. It was unheard of, something simply not done according to street etiquette, but there it was. His tag, with your ass is mine sprayed underneath it. Gang threats didn't frighten him, but his ego burned with indignity. Hastily and sloppily, he sprayed lines through the threat, and he scurried out of the alley; there was no time for parkour.

--3

One after another, Vergence checked his tags; it seemed to be that, for every two or three that were spared, one had a vaguely threatening or, more often than not, outright lewd scrawling under it. This one, in particular, made him blush: my jizz, your face.

"This isn't funny," he hissed in a slip of his old tongue, and he set about crossing out the offending remark.

Running fast enough now that he was merely a smear of colors to anybody peering out onto the sidewalk, Vergence made it back to his first tag of the night.

Cumming for you, it said beneath. Vergence bit his lip and felt a bright, hot blush flare up in his cheeks. "What in the fuck," he grumbled, in English this time, as he shook up his blue rattle-can.

In the middle of a line, a hand firmly clapped into his ass and squeezed possessively. Vergence yelped in shock, and his neat line became a jagged criss-cross through his elaborate tag.

When he looked back and saw familiar, red eyes and a toothy smile, anger and relief wrestled for dominance on his face. He started to say a name when that familiar creature floored him and cut him short. Then, the not-so-mysterious assailant did away with his shorts in the most inelegant but efficient of ways: by clawing them to shreds and ripping off the remains. The leggings, however, stayed.

--4

As Vergence rolled over on his back and propped himself up with his elbows, Genesis cast off her cloak and revealed that she was sporting parts of a he. Down between her legs was a reptilian cock, one which, in its' currently throbbing state, was easily larger than Vergence's flaccid meat.

Naked enough but not entirely, Genesis yet had on some auxiliary garments and items. Given that they didn't interfere with her desires, she left them on, and Vergence was actually appreciative of the accessories.

Her black hiking boots were plainly sexy, but the sheathed combat knife tied around her thigh was another visual pleasure. Rounding off an otherwise no-nonsense look were arm warmers, their shade a deep and moody purple; everything she wore cast her light tan hide into sharp relief.

Grinning down at her prey, the glint in her eyes as intense as the glow, she said not a word. Actions said everything, and in clutching her thick endowment, she hinted at what was in Vergence's future. Tweaking the ribs and running her fingers up along the bottom ridges, she made herself shiver. In groping the fat knot at the base, she coaxed out a wad of pre which splattered near Vergence's foot.

"We're doing this again, huh?" said Vergence, a blush and a grin both spreading across his face. Below, his own cock pulsed with arousal, the meat tiredly lifting itself off of the cold concrete. Much like his cock was doing, he too lifted himself up, rising to his feet, assuming a posture akin to a gunslinger; a slouching, combat-ready stance, hands akimbo.

Genesis was having none of that. More quickly than Vergence could counter, she lunged on him. Surprise and a heavy boost of testosterone from her ten-inch affliction and its' throbbing balls gave her the strength she needed to overpower her mate, who actually did fight back for the sake of the thrill.

No claws were unsheathed and no punches were thrown; it was purely a matter of grappling, but Genesis still won. She tossed Vergence down the alley, where he staggered and began to catch himself, yet still fell and wound up on his all-fours.

It was too perfect, too good a prize to resist. As Vergence swore under his breath in his native tongue, Genesis pounced, her teeth bared in a huge grin. Slapping both hands down on his shoulders, she pinned him as he tried to rise again, briefly putting him face-down on the concrete.

Bringing about thoughts of a cat teasing a wounded mouse, Genesis ground her impressive manhood against Vergence's prostrate, green rear. She notched her thick flesh into the crack of his ass, and she hotdogged him from his balls to the base of his tail. Musky pre, oozing from the tip, was smeared all along his smooth, nearly flesh-like taint, not to mention the winking, secretly-eager pucker of his asshole.

Snarling in a manner that was somehow cute, Genesis let up off of Vergence's shoulders, but there was no escaping the horny raptoress, for she snatched his beautifully curved hips in either hand. Here, the claws did finally come into play; though drawing no blood, she still sank them into his green hide, coaxing a hissing groan from his lips, an ambivalent cry of pleasure and pain.

Vergence managed to raise himself and plant his hands on the concrete. Wiggling his feet, he felt that he could've gotten enough purchase to free himself and get away - but the fight was already over, and he knew it. Whenever she had one of her "episodes," Genesis always got her spoils, and the spoils always seemed to be his behind.

--5

Wrangling her grin into more of a smirk, resonating with lusty chittering, Genesis released one wide hip to wield her cock. Bracing the stout flesh against Vergence's supple pucker, she pressed forward, entering the green raptor with little resistance from his insides. Vergence himself grimaced and shuddered, but his rear seemed to invite her in, writhing pleasantly all around her invading meat.

Appearances aside, Vergence felt pleasure from the entry almost immediately. Between his legs, his pink flesh (a member much less embellished than Genesis', but roughly as thick and long) throbbed with arousal and squirted pre onto the concrete. Eyes forward and closed, bottom lip bitten, he was the portrait of male submission.

Genesis unhanded the bottom inches of her shaft as her knot kissed up against Vergence's tail hole, and she replaced the mitt on his hip. Keeping her prey in that ideal breeding bitch posture, she started to rock her hips, giving it to Vergence with little in the way of subtlety; it was function over form, through and through.

Content enough in his place, feeling surges of pleasure with every thrust, Vergence's whole body shuddered, and he huffed sharply through his nostrils. Sleeping around with men was something he did when the mood struck him; being fucked under the tail was just as pleasant as doing the fucking, he had found. What made it more thrilling with Genesis was that she always made such a game out of it, however. He loved it when she hunted him, and the fact that the eventual trapping left Vergence unable to sit for days was a plus.

Vergence moved to rest on his elbows, and then, shifting his weight to just one, he reached down. Clutching his own hard flesh, he appreciated the loving touch of his own hand. Jerking himself off quickly, faster than Genesis fucked him, he gave himself the pleasure that his sex-hungry girlfriend was too preoccupied to provide.

When she sported a cock of her own, Genesis seemed more apt attuned to quick lays than protracted lovemaking; that much was fine with Vergence. A cold alley was no place to consummate a relationship, but there was no finer backdrop for a quickie.

Given Genesis' lack of interest in slow sex, her rhythm, though smooth and naturally skilled, was already quick. Each buck smacked her own plump balls into Vergence's, their pendulous swing transferring to his. It was a shame that Vergence couldn't see her full, round breasts moving with all of that energy, their nearly textbook-perfect shapes jiggling and bouncing in a mesmerizing display; the nipples were perfectly stiff in the chill air.

Manhandling Vergence's hips, Genesis left divots in the soft hide, her claws pricking in harder and causing more of that sweetly erotic pain. Her knot bumped threateningly against his pucker again and again, and her pre squirted deep into his accommodating asshole, keeping him slick.

Grunting noisily by then, Vergence found himself grinding back against the knot. Using his feet to pull himself, his arm to push himself, and his leggings to slide, he bumped against Genesis. He did so not into any specific thrust, but merely in general, putting his ass closer to her hips.

Genesis growled hotly and grinned more broadly, her tail lashing in the excitement, fanning a reptilian musk around that was decidedly between genders. She pulled Vergence even closer for a time, but shortly, her hands migrated to the green raptor's ass itself, squeezing and kneading the soft hide of the cheeks, dimpling that flesh, too.

"Ooh, oh, son of a bitch," Vergence hissed, chasing it with a colorful swear of his native tongue. That knot, get it in me, he wanted to say, but when he opened his mouth again, only a wheezing cry slipped out - because Genesis had chosen that particular moment to give him the raptor knot he was craving. That swollen gland stretched him wide, and all at once; the twinge of pleasure it gave him was as potent as the pain.

Another creature, one less drunk on testosterone and the raw thrill of claiming a writhing bitch, would've stopped there. Obviously, those guidelines didn't apply to a girl like Genesis at all. In popping her knot free, she subjected Vergence to the same burst of pleasure and pain, just in the other direction. She wouldn't knot him again (it detracted too much from the breakneck pace of the fuck), but the green raptor would certainly sit lightly for days to come.

The sudden pain of the knotting was already fading, and Vergence, panting and shuddering, was back at abusing himself. With his anal passage so well-worn, all he got out of the fucking was pleasure anymore. Feeling Genesis' ridges and ribs dragging along his walls made him huff, her tip punching his prostate made him curl his toes, and all of that combined, in a short time, made him shoot his load.

Vergence announced his release with a sharp cry, but through clenched teeth; it wouldn't be good at all to draw in attention. Despite the muffled cry, Genesis could easily tell when his anal walls clenched down with a vise-like grip, making that assfucking all the more stimulating for the both of them.

Rope after rope of Vergence's potent, reptilian seed splattered harmlessly onto the concrete, ending in a lazy dribble of the mess. His own drive satiated, he felt the weakness that followed a release, the desire to rest, and before he could collapse, he again braced himself with both elbows, idly clenching a fist and grasping it with the other hand. Not unlike his fist, his toes were curled up tightly, and his face was plastered with a lazy grin.

Having those velvet walls clench down on her shaft hurried Genesis along, coaxing out animalistic growls and chitters that signaled a greater descent into pure lust. And for good reason; her balls were drawing up taut to her loins, her thrusts had become a shallow jackhammering, and her tail was lashing like a whip. All Vergence could do was hold on for the ride, and he loved every single moment of the sex in his afterglow.

Her pleasure finally hitting its' boiling point, Genesis - grimacing and shuddering - butted her knot up to Vergence's pucker and shot the first ropes of her release deep into his body. It clung like hot glue to his anal walls, spreading its' warmth, making him counter-intuitively shiver.

It wouldn't do to just jizz in her prey. Vergence needed to be defiled like his graffiti had been. Yanking back sharply enough to make Vergence wince, she wrapped a hand around her cock, and she shot what remained of her seed (still a staggering release) over the green raptor's body. Ropes of her hot semen splattered up the back of his hoodie, even onto the hood itself; this mess, in particular, dribbled onto Vergence's snout, made him bat his eyelids in surprise, and spurred him to a glance back.

Of what remained of her load, Genesis painted the green raptor's fine hips and the crack of his ass. She was anything but precise; some of that mess made it to the bottom inches of his tail, too. Only after the spurts themselves ended and afterglow started to settle in did Genesis ease back, resting on her knees and the toes of her boots.

Briefly, she admired her work - Vergence's jizz-smeared (and leaking) pucker, slightly agape - and then she stood in a hurry.

Tiredly, Vergence flipped himself over then carefully sat down on the concrete, while the well-endowed raptoress slid her cloak back on. "No kiss goodbye?" he grinned.

Genesis stepped over Vergence, letting the cloak come apart at the front as she did. Just briefly, she made to lean down... And then she sneered and swatted her half-flaccid cock against his snout, leaving him wide-eyed and dazed with a fresh white smear on his cheek.

By the time Vergence blinked off the surprise, Genesis was gone.