Ensuring Progeny
Back again furballs, and with more of my little draconic impregnator guy. This story's been done since the first The New Tribe story went up, but I've been pacing them out partly on a whim and partly to have something consistent to upload while I'm working on bigger and much more funnerer projects. Porn, as ever, takes a backseat. I think I'm going to write it in bulk every odd month or so, since I take on bigger writing projects in the same two-month patterns. Hmm. Plans: I haz them.
Same deal. Less subtle mind-domination than the last time, but it still qualifies as far as I'm concerned. It'll be considerably stronger with the third part. Yes, there's going to be a third part at least. Possibly a fourth eventually, but that'll depend on how much I wanna write it. Writing kinky stuff is, after all, just an exercise for me in seeing what I can and can't do. Orgasms I yank from your sexual organs of choice are a bonus!
So! If you've not read First Contact, I recommend you go and give it a look first! I'm spreading character information out, but First Contact establishes Asti and Rijaan considerably better. ﾃ｢竄ｬﾋ廚ourse, if you're just in it for the porn... onwards!
- Faora, of the Sea's Song
The New Tribe ﾃ｢竄ｬ" Ensuring Progeny
The first night of breeding was always the hardest for the parent that would end up giving birth. The seed of the Serevokin had much to do; changing the makeup of the birthing parent's body in order to accommodate the life that would rapidly grow inside it was not something that happened instantly. The process usually took the better part of a night and, unfortunately, usually was extremely uncomfortable for the bred partner.
Rijaan, the Nakeletori hunter and grey-furred wolf, seemed as though he would not have to worry about that discomfort. Asti, the draconic Serevokin that had seeded him only hours earlier, watched over him closely. The emerald-scaled creature looked on as the thoroughly mated wolf twitched and squirmed in his sleep. The fur of the wolf's backside was matted with dried semen; Asti had made quite the mess of the wolf when finally he had been able to bring himself to pull out of his sleeping partner. It probably hadn't helped that the Serevokin had mated Rijaan once more as he slept.
Asti turned his eyes up to the sky. The sun had begun to climb over the horizon, and the clouds scattered across the sky took on a soft pink-orange tint. Rijaan would probably stay unconscious for several more hours at least, and Asti intended fully on being present for that moment. He had suppressed his pheromones again; his body held back on producing the mind-clouding and will-sapping scent that had earned him the wolf's body in the first place.
It would have been considerably safer for Asti if he simply kept the wolf's will on a short chain, but the draconic was curious. He had heard stories of the Nakeletori; the lupines were renowned hunters and trackers, and several villages had popped up across the countryside. The Nakeletori worshiped the dark gods of the other races in the lands; the same dark powers that had nearly wiped out the Serevokin once before. The irony in the fact that Asti would use the Nakeletori to rebuild his people's glory was not lost on him.
As he stood, Asti's icy blue eyes drifted once more down to the form of the wolf. Already he could see the transformative effects his fluids had on the young wolf's body. Rijaan's hips were broader, and his belly seemed to be a little larger. It was too soon for the dragonspawn within him to show, even with the increased speed of Serevokin pregnancy. It would be at least a week before Rijaan's body began to swell with Asti's brood.
The draconic turned and strode away from Rijaan's makeshift camp. The scent of Serevokin sex was strong in the air still, and it seemed to cling to the clearing where Asti had claimed the wolf. It was more than enough to drive away predatory creatures; all beings across the land knew to steer clear of Serevokin, sentient or no. The lingering traces of their tryst would keep Rijaan safe, while Asti procured the objects that he needed.
The wolf was well and truly impregnated; Asti was certain of that much. The Serevokin could sense the growing life within their partners; it was as obvious to them as the color of the sky. Certain things would aid along the initial stages of the pregnancy, and help it continue on without problems. Horror stories abounded amongst the Serevokin of those who had the joy of fathering their children, only to find their partners gave birth to lifeless bodies. There was little that could be done to prevent such things completely, but Asti knew of a few methods to help the process be a smooth and successful one. The last thing he needed was for his first mate to be unable to carry his progeny.
Within the forests in which the Serevokin made their lone remaining city grew a certain rare plant, the Nijalir Blossom. The sap of the plant's stem could be mixed with the blood of the Baskymmr fish and the seminal fluids of a Serevokin to create a potent, if unappetizing brew. Heated and mixed with water, the mixture bolstered the body while further eroding the will of the drinker. It helped the birthing parent withstand the rigors of the pregnancy and the birth, and helped ensure that the children themselves would be born live and healthy.
The Baskymmr fish was easy to find; streams and thin rivers snaked all throughout the land around the Serevokin territory. It took the barest flick of Asti's tail for him to impale one of the fish upon its sharp tip. Asti clutched the fish tightly in one hand as he bent down to the stream itself, and the draconic filled up a small flask he'd taken from Rijaan's camp with water.
The Blossom was considerably harder to find. The parasitic Nijalir plant grew out of the trunks of tall trees, and only near the top where it could steal sunlight hidden from the lower branches. Asti had to take great care not to drop either the flask or the fish as he scaled one particularly tall tree in an attempt to spot one of the Blossoms. While he was able to find one of the flowering plants, it took the better part of an hour for Asti to climb through the twisted branches and sharp needles of four trees to reach it. Even once he had, the draconic had had a hard time severing the thick stem of the plant from the tree it had grown out of.
Making his way back to the camp proved to be the easiest of all; the Serevokin's keen senses lead him right back to the sleeping wolf. Asti wasted no time in digging out of the lupine's pack a small gourd and, after he took up a thick stick he began mix together the different ingredients for the brew. He smirked as he looked down over his body once he had the blood, the sap and the water all mixed into a consistent red blend. The last of the potion could wait. Rijaan would no doubt be more than happy to help him extract his seed. The wolf had been so very eager the night before, after all.
Asti had little time to wait though for the lupine to stir. The hunter wolf blinked slowly as he groaned, and the Serevokin watched as one of Rijaan's paws slipped down along his back and towards his rump. When he felt the dried remains of the previous night's breeding against his fur, Rijaan sat up quickly and looked around. His eyes locked firmly on Asti and widened slightly as they roamed up and down the naked draconic form before him. His muzzle opened and closed as it tried to form words. Absent the mind-manipulating scent that Asti continued to suppress, Rijaan was once more in control of his mind. His mind, however, could not make sense of what had happened.
With a smile, the Serevokin hefted the gourd he still held in his hand. "You will want to drink this, if you find that you cannot speak," he said softly. "It will restore your energy somewhat, make you stronger..." Asti trailed off and smiled wider. The wolf's expression was a mixture of fear, revulsion and anger. "Is something wrong, Rijaan?"
The wolf's eyes flickered around him. It was obvious that he was looking for his bow, his arrows, or the dagger he had pressed to Asti's throat only the night before. Asti had gotten rid of them all, though; the wolf had no more need for weapons. The powerful Serevokin would protect him, after all. "What have you done to me?" he finally growled in reply, his eyes flashing as they locked again on Asti.
All the draconic could do was smile a little more broadly as he nestled the wooden gourd against some rocks he had laid across the hot coals of the fire. "I have done what comes naturally to me," he replied evenly as he studied the wolf once again. "You are male, as I am. You feel the need to mate, do you not?" The Serevokin grinned wide as he saw the wolf frown. "Your females come into heat, and you work yourselves into a frenzy of lustful breeding. We have no females... we have others, like you."
Rijaan looked positively horrified by the Serevokin's words. "It is not possible," he replied, though even Asti could tell that the wolf didn't believe his own words. "What you say cannot be so. The gods stripped you of your ability to breed when you waged war across the lands." Defiantly, the lupine tipped his chin up. "I am male. I cannot sire your children, and you cannot make me."
Asti just rolled his eyes and leaned back. "In fact, I can," he replied flatly. "Furthermore, I have. Your body is changed, Rijaan of the Sky's Light. You are Nakeletori no more." The draconic dropped his gaze away from Rijaan and turned it instead to the red mixture that was warming against the coal-heated rocks. "You are Serevokin birthing parent. You are mine, even if you do not allow yourself to believe it just yet."
The wolf's eyes followed Asti's to the warming gourd. It was obvious he did not believe the draconic being in the slightest, but one of his paws rubbed down and over his belly slowly. He at least contemplated the possibility that the Serevokin had spoken truth. "And what is that?" he asked, as he pointed one finger firmly at the gourd.
"Fertility potion," the draconic replied, and Asti smiled as he turned back in time to see Rijaan's face twist with disgust. "It will make absolutely certain that your body is strong enough to bear my offspring. Without it, your pregnancy might not come to term. I cannot allow that to be the case." Again he smirked, and Rijaan snorted quietly.
The wolf's eyes flickered back and forth between Asti and the bubbling red liquid. "And what if I refuse to take it?" he asked. The threat was an empty one and they both knew it. Rijaan could feel his body, and it didn't feel right. Or rather, some part of him thought that it did feel right, but merely different. Something in him had changed. What exactly he couldn't tell, but there was a strange warmth brewing in his body that he could not explain or place. Part of his mind worried about it, but other parts of his mind simply told him that all was well. All was okay. All was as it should be. Something about that only worried him further.
At the question, Asti only shrugged. "I will not force you to take it," he replied, and he raised his eyeridges politely as he watched Rijan growl quietly. "I mean that. No Serevokin forces anyone to do anything. We only encourage." Once more, a smile slipped across the draconic's lips. "Of course, I will only encourage you. I will not make you drink it. I will encourage you, for example, by telling you that without it there is more than some small chance that your body will fail completely during the birthing process." Rijaan jerked back in surprise, and Asti nodded. "Your body was not built to carry a child, as Serevokin males are. Sometimes the breeding process takes... sometimes it does not. Sometimes the results end the life of the birthing parent as well."
"You have killed me," the wolf breathed. Rijaan leaned back as if in a daze, and he barely caught himself with one paw before he tumbled backwards. "You have taken me, and produced the event that will end my life."
The quiet chuckle of the Serevokin drew the gaze of the wolf back up again. "Such drama in your words, and yet you fail to see!" Asti shook his head softly. "If I cared nothing for you and your state, why would I not simply break your will anew and slave you again to my wishes? I could make you drink the potion, if I so choose." As the wolf frowned, Asti pulled his legs under him to sit cross-legged. "I have seen into you, Rijaan of the Sky's Light. I have seen you with all sense of self drained away, and only base want left in its place. It does not become you."
At those words, the wolf spat on the dirt between them. "You wish for me to take my place under you of my own choice?" he asked incredulously. He seemed freshly disgusted at the prospect. "You will have a long wait for such a thing, Serevokin." The lupine paused for a moment, and his yellow eyes lifted again to meet Asti's. "Name yourself. I wish to know the name of the being responsible for my death."
Asti ground his teeth together for a moment before he finally replied. "Aliastikora," he stated, using his full name with the wolf. "My core name is Asti, which you may call me if you would prefer it. And I am not responsible for your death. I have provided you with a means with which you may live."
"Only if I provide you with what you want!" Rijaan growled back darkly. He angrily waved one paw through the air. "You leave me here to die if I do not drink your potions, and you leave me no weapons to protect myself with until the day your spawn crawl out of my body! Or I take your potion, and you use me for this blasphemy!"
The draconic shrugged slowly. "You have no more need for weapons; you are my mate, and you are under my protection," he replied smoothly. Again Rijaan growled; obviously the wolf was none too happy about the dragon's words. "You are my mate, Rijaan of the Sky's Light. You carry my offspring within you. I wish you no harm." The Serevokin narrowed his eyes. "Though you will not believe me... so I propose an exchange."
The wolf looked confused for a moment, then angry. "How can I trust one such as you to honor any bargain we make?" he asked sharply. "You can twist my mind! You can make me do anything you want me to! Perhaps in the next few moments you will lust for my body once again, and I could do nothing to stop you from taking what you want from me! That is no position for me to bargain from!"
The darkness in the wolf's tone set an angry growl through Asti's speech. "Because there is no honor in simply snapping your mind like the branch of a tree and taking whatever I like from you," he replied with a snarl. The irritation in the draconic's voice was strong enough to cause Rijaan to scoot back from him slightly. "I see potential in you, Rijaan. You can help me, but you do not want to. I could force you, but I do not want to. So yes. I propose a bargain."
Only when he was certain that the wolf was listening did Asti speak again. "I require breeder parents," he said, and his eyes flashed at the revulsion that spread over Rijaan's face. "I am banished, and the Serevokin are dying. I wish to found a new home for my people, in harmony with those other species strong enough to sire our young." Asti tilted his chin up. "Take me to a place where I might make my case, where I might begin my people anew, and once you birth the first of my progeny you will be free to leave."
The lupine simply snorted disbelievingly. "You would simply let me go?" he asked. "After you claim my body and fill me with your abominable, unnatural children?" The wolf shook his head and folded his arms across his chest. "I doubt that very much, Aliastikora."
"I would simply let you go," the Serevokin agreed, ignoring Rijaan's tone. "You will do no good in convincing others to sire my offspring if you do not believe it to be a good thing." With a smile, the draconic folded his arms across his chest. "Is this really such a bad thing? You rather enjoyed yourself last night. You were begging me to continue, before you passed out."
"Because you had domination over my mind!" Rijaan retorted. Anger flared back into his voice as he stood up and jabbed a finger at the Serevokin. "Because you manipulated me into becoming your bitch! No self-respecting Nakeletori male would ever lie with another male!"
Silence reigned through the clearing for a moment as Asti held Rijaan's gaze. Finally though he smiled slowly. "We can make you want pleasure... we can make you want our sex. But no Serevokin can produce pleasure that is not there. We can only enhance it... and that is why some even choose to come to us. They come for protection, and they come because we offer more pleasure than they could possibly imagine." The draconic's smile turned smug. "The pleasure you felt was yours. You enjoyed the taste of my malehood on your tongue. You enjoyed the feel of me filling your body with my flesh. You enjoyed being bred, as you say, like a bitch. Such a thing cannot be hidden, nor faked." Asti thought back to the previous night as he smiled wider. The wolf had been so very eager. Perhaps it would take little to make him so willing, without dominating his mind so completely.
The blush that burned beneath the grey fur of the wolf's cheeks alone was enough to add credence to that thought. When Rijaan didn't respond, Asti laid himself down on his back and closed his eyes. "I could show you, if you would like proof of my words," he replied with a smile. "Would you not like to repay me for what I did to you but last night? True, you will not be able to breed me as I have you; Serevokin cannot carry the children of other species. But I could prove to you in no uncertain terms that pleasure extends beyond the bounds your people seem to have put upon it. Beyond the bounds you have put upon it. As my mate, you would be subject to more pleasure than you have ever known in your life."
Despite the anger that continued to bubble away on Rijaan's face, the wolf seemed at least interested by the prospect. Asti was hardly surprised; he might not have total and complete control over the wolf anymore, but after being pumped full of fertile seed only hours before it was likely that the lupine wasn't quite himself, either. It was that altered state of mind that the draconic was counting on. If Rijaan believed himself to be fully in control of his mind and will once again, and could still be convinced to breed again, then Asti was certain he would have exactly what he would need to move his plans further forward.
It was a few moments before the lupine hunter dared to give a reply. "You would not be mounting me," he said slowly, as he looked Asti up and down. "I would be mounting you... you would be the one to have to take it. Yes?"
With a smirk, Asti nodded and folded his arms. Interest. Perfect. "You make it sound like something so terrible, Rijaan," he replied. The Serevokin stretched slowly as he crouched down on his knees across from the wolf, arching his back as he purred quietly. "Feel free to be as rough with me as you like... it is only fair, after what you have been through." Asti winked at the wolf. "Has it been long, for you?"
Rijaan's ears flattened against the top of his head, hiding the pink tinge of a blush. "If you must know, it has been several seasons," he replied. "It was the first and only time I had taken a mate. She had been..." The wolf trailed off, and his blush grew bright enough to detect even through the fur of his cheeks. He glanced down his body slowly at his swollen sheath, and the ebon tip of his malehood as it started to poke out.
He shivered as Asti slowly wrapped his fingers around the emerging length of flesh, and the draconic smiled up into Rijaan's eyes. "Please continue," he instructed softly, before his eyes turned back down to the wolf's malehood. Rijaan was interested. Keeping him that way would be important. With a smile hidden from view, the Serevokin leaned down slowly and nuzzled in against the lupine's sheath.
As his eyes closed, Rijaan shivered once again and groaned quietly. The pleasure he felt was unmistakable; though he would never admit that he did it, his self pleasuring never felt so good as the gentle yet insistent nuzzling of the draconic kneeling before him. "It... it was her first heat," he explained, and his eyes opened to look down and watch Asti lick up slowly along the underside of his malehood. "I didn't... I mean, we never meant to... gods, she was so warm... o-oh!"
The word warm was the moment Asti moved. His lips parted as his tongue trailed all the way up to the wolf's tip, and as Rijaan spoke the draconic slowly started to push his muzzle down and over the length of black flesh. He murred quietly, and his lips vibrated softly as they pressed tightly down over the wolf's musky length. As Asti took a breath, he could smell the change from the previous night. He'd been able to detect the wolf's scent plainly, but after the night before Rijaan's musk was a little different. He could detect himself in the lupine aroma.
Above him the wolf squirmed, and of their own accord Rijaan's paws slipped up to squeeze gently at the draconic's shoulders. Asti smiled around his filled muzzle as he worked his way to the base with practiced ease; while few had fondly offered him the pleasure of their muzzles, Asti had taken the time to learn well from those he could. Usually Asti was far more interested in depositing his seed where it could go to some use. The wolf though simply needed pleasure, enough to reawaken the feelings that had filled his mind only the night before. To that end, Asti began to suckle gentle on the canid shaft as it filled out in his mouth.
His tongue ran from tapered tip to the rim of Rijaan's sheath, and as his lips pressed flush against that fuzzy sleeve the draconic followed the example set the previous night. Just as Rijaan had dipped his tongue down into his genital slit, Asti slipped his own down within the wolf's sheath. Instantly he was rewarded with the bucking of the lupine's hips, and his smile grew wider as he pressed his lips tighter around the wolf's base. Around that canine shaft he curled his tongue, and ever so slowly Asti started to draw himself up and along it again. He had barely begun, and already the wolf was panting above him.
Barely after Asti felt the growth of the wolf's length stop at a respectable seven inches, he felt the first dribble of the canid's pre spill across his tongue. Eagerly he slipped his tongue up and along the side of Rijaan's shaft, and he swiped it across the tip of his malehood. It was more bitter than a Serevokin's fluids certainly, but Asti had sampled enough of his kin that he knew well the taste. He allowed it to spur him on, even as he fought to control his own arousal. He could not afford to simply overwhelm the wolf's mind. To do so would be too much, and he might lose his chance entirely.
For a few long, lazy minutes did Asti work himself up and down along Rijaan's pulsing shaft. His tongue eagerly slipped over every last inch of the sensitive flesh, searching out the particular little spots that made the wolf jump with pleasure. Over and over the draconic worked those spots, his eyes closed as he murred quietly around his filled muzzle. Once or twice he felt Rijaan grip his shoulders, trying to pull him down harder or faster onto his malehood, but each time Asti resisted. The message was a clear one; if the lupine wanted the pleasure Asti could offer, he needed to do things Asti's way.
It wasn't until the second time that the Serevokin pulled himself back from setting the hunter off that Rijaan actually vocalized his displeasure. He whimpered quietly and actually pushed Asti away, and he looked down at the draconic with a mixture of confusion and frustration. "You spoke truly," he said slowly, between panted breaths. "Those sensations... they feel so good. And yet you hold me back from the greatest pleasure. Why?"
It was only then that Asti slowly turned on his knees and leaned forward, sinking down to all fours. His tail lifted slowly, raised over his head as he spread his legs apart, rump bared before the wolf. "Because I promised you repayment for my acts last night," he replied easily with a smile, hips swaying slowly and invitingly before the lupine. "I mated you... I bred you and I filled you and I made you beg and moan for me." Again Asti winked. "You have the chance to mate and fill me, now. I promise you, the sensations you felt before with that female will be nothing compared to what I can offer you."
Asti might not have bothered to explain quite so much, because barely had he finished his speech before he felt the wolf slip up behind him. Two paws tightly grasped at the draconic's hips, and he smiled wide as he felt that tapered tip pressing up under his tail. It was drawn slowly down the cleft of his backside, and for a brief moment Asti wondered just how it would feel to have that canine malehood spread him open. "Come now, Rijaan; do not be a tease," Asti said, as the wolf ground his pre-slicked tip against the draconic's entrance slowly. "I know you want it... take me. Take me, as I took you."
That was the last piece of encouragement that Rijaan needed. In one smooth, hard motion, the wolf pressed his hips forward and drove his length deep inside Asti. The draconic's muscles were spread forcibly by the hard entry, and the Serevokin couldn't help but gasp with pain as hi muscles stung with the thrust. It was what he had asked for, though, and even as the pain flared along his nerves, pleasure came with it. Asti's gasp faded into a quiet murr of approval, as he felt Rijaan's hips grinding firmly against his backside.
Rijaan had no plans to wait, not after the feelings he'd experienced from Asti's muzzle. Need had blossomed inside him, need not born of mind-altering pheromones or chemically-addicting sexual fluids. It was as simple, primal need to mate, reawakened by the feeling of the draconic's tight tailhole gripping his malehood and squeezing down tightly. The wolf could not wait; indeed, he had been told to take Asti just as hard as Asti had taken him. A deep growl emerged from his muzzle, and the wolf began to move his hips.
He was not gentle, and nor did he care to be. That creature beneath him, that Serevokin, had taken him against his will. He had been manipulated and tricked, drugged and abused. His hips bucked back and forth hard as he pushed his malehood down deep inside Asti's body, only to yank himself back just as hard. His inexperience counted for nothing. He was in it for the rut, pure and simple. A little chance for revenge against the being that had violated him. He closed his eyes as he leaned forward and over the Serevokin, and his arms draped over the draconic's shoulders as though he were a feral dog. His hips jabbed forward again and again just like a canine caught in the pleasure of mating, and he sheathed himself again and again within Asti's tight warmth.
A deep, guttural growl of pleasure split his lips, and he moaned out hard and long as a spurt of his pre marked the inner walls of the Serevokin. Rijaan's eyes closed; surely he could not be enjoying it as much as he was? It felt good, great in fact, and the lupine found himself comparing to his other experience. She had been just as willing then as Asti was beneath him in that moment. But where she had been warm inside, the draconic's body seemed to be simply made of heat. His inner muscles gripped his malehood snugly, and Asti's body seemed to want to pull him deeper with every thrust he made into the other male's body. It was no wonder the Serevokin so enjoyed using their domination over the minds of others; the feeling was incredible.
Asti could only remain as still as he could, and his hard length twitched and throbbed in the air as it swayed beneath his body. His back arched with pleasure as grunts and moans of his own issued forth. It had been too long, far too long since he had been take like that. The Serevokin were rough. They mated hard, and long. The draconic moaned loudly as he bucked himself back eagerly into Rijaan's thrusts, spearing himself desperately again and again upon the wolf's malehood. There was no dominion over his mind, and there was nothing to cloud his thoughts. For Asti and all the Serevokin, the pleasure of mating was more than enough incentive to take what one could get, wherever they could get it.
That shaft, that thick canine length, it was so different. It spread his inner muscles in a different way; even with how vigorous and hard Rijaan was, even with how little he cared for the body beneath him, and even with how concerned the wolf was with his own pleasure, the tapered tip of that lupine malehood seemed to simply ease him open with every buck of their hips. It was new and different, and even if Asti had no ulterior motive, the draconic felt certain that it was feeling he would seek again and again, if he could have it but once. Again he moaned, and he squeezed down tightly around Rijaan's length.
And then there was that knot, that swollen base. Asti could feel it growing larger and larger, pumped hard up against his tailring. Rijaan hadn't pushed it in once it had started to swell; the wolf obviously wanted to wait until the last moment to push it forward. For a brief moment the Serevokin didn't know even if he could take it, but he was far too lost in the pleasure of the act to care. His legs spread wider, as wide as they could to support his weight, and the draconic tilted his head back and to the sky. His eyes closed as he groaned and growled in pleasure, and those sounds suddenly transmuted into a surprised gasp as he felt the teeth of the wolf around his neck.
The mating bite was firm, and Rijaan pressed down hard enough with his jaws to dig in under the draconic's scales. The draconic gasped as he felt those teeth grazing his sensitive underflesh, and his whole body twitched and writhed. His inner muscles spasmed and squeezed down tightly around the wolf's malehood, and Asti groaned deeply as he pushed back harder into Rijaan's thrusts. The wolf's knot was fully inflated, and the thick girth spread his tailring with every buck of the lupine's hips. It wouldn't take much more before it was popped into him, and the draconic moaned deeply in wordless, primal want.
That moan of need was exactly what Rijaan needed to hear. That sign of submission, that sound of lust breaking through the rest of the thoughts in one's mind; that was what the wolf needed to hear. That was the sound of the Serevokin that had violated him begging to be violated. That was the draconic that had mated him crying out to be mated in turn. That was the one who had flooded his body with seed, and though Asti had told him it wasn't possible, Rijaan liked to think for just a moment that he was returning the favor.
His growls grew deep and fervent as he felt his seed racing up and through his malehood. Rijaan bit down harder and deeper into the Serevokin's neck, and he drew another cry of pleasure from the draconic as he slammed his hips forward as hard as he could. The wolf's knot strained for barely a microsecond against Asti's abused backside, before the lupine forced it up and into the tight confines of the body beneath him. He cried out in pleasure as he felt the Serevokin's tailhole squeezing snugly around the base of his knot, and Rijaan's whole body trembled as he felt himself unload into Asti's body. Just as Asti had done to him.
With the barest hint of his remaining thoughts, Asti reached out towards the gourd he had placed atop the hot rocks in the fire. He grasped it shakily and quickly pulled it under his body, and the Serevokin shuddered and moaned deeply as he felt his own peak rush up and wash over him. He brought the gourd down beneath his shaft just in time to catch the first spurt of his seed in it, and Asti howled in pleasure as muscle-twitching bliss rolled through his whole body. His passage tightened and twitched rhythmically around Rijaan's malehood, milking the lupine's length for every last drop his body could provide. His muscles pulled the wolf's seed deep into his body, and even through the pleasure of his own orgasm, Asti felt a separate little thrill of delight with every twitch and throb of the shaft of flesh buried in his rump. That was the feeling a Serevokin and their breeder toys lived for; the throbbing of another's shaft deep inside their body.
The draconic pulled the gourd out from underneath him as he felt his fingertips begin to grow wet by the splashing of its contents. The filled gourd was placed back on the rocks as carefully as it could be, with the Serevokin's muscles still twitching and jerking with pleasure. He kept himself steady as he could, bracing himself back against the wolf's hips. He ground back hard; with his seed collected and added to the potion, he could let himself go fully. His climax washed over him totally, and Asti gave himself over to the pleasure. The ground was swiftly soaked with his fluids, and a puddle formed beneath him where his malehood unloaded. That thick, fat knot of Rijaan's kept the wolf's seed deep inside the Serevokin's body, and a fresh thrill worked its way along Asti's spine. The wolf had let his body go, and his own malehood was desperately trying to seed the draconic's body. It was stopping up the lupine's precious fluids, and Asti could feel the warmth inside him where that seed had been spilled. He moaned softly once again, and finally the sounds from his muzzle faded into soft murrs of contentment as the flood of his fluids died off.
The sound of birds chirping in the distance was the only sound in the glade, save for their heavy, deep panting. Rijaan drew himself back from the draconic's neck with a soft groan, and though he panted heavier even than Asti, the lupine was the first to try to speak. "It... it wasn't like... like last night," he managed with a shake of his head as he looked down over the bite marks in the Serevokin's neck. "Not as strong... you didn't make me, did you?"
Asti slowly lifted his head, and the smile spread across his face was born more of the pleasure of their mating than for Rijaan's words. "As I said," the draconic said slowly, taking his time with his words, "This was for you. This was to show you... I meant no harm. That you have a place... if you want it." Lifting his head, Asti turned to glance over his shoulder at Rijaan. "I would not see you perish, carrying my children. If you choose to leave after their birth... that is your choice. I ask only that you allow me to tend to you until that time comes."
Rijaan's eyes drifted slowly over towards the dead fire as Asti reached to it. The Serevokin dipped one finger into the hot mixture and began to stir it slowly, as he purred long and low and deep. The wolf shivered as he watched, and his hips ground firmly against the draconic's upturned rump. He looked on and said nothing; instead he simply observed as Asti mixed his own semen into the potion.
After a few silent moments, the Serevokin reached out to grasp the gourd. He pulled it close to himself, out of sight of the wolf, and smiled down at it. Perfect. A moment later he lifted it up slowly, offering the contents back to the wolf still buried within him. "If you would allow me that much, Rijaan of the Sky's Light... then I will ask you to drink. I will not demand, and I will not force... I will only ask."
The lupine's eyes flickered back and forth between Asti's face and the filled gourd. It's light red color was contrasted by the green scales of the Serevokin beneath him, and for a long few moments he hesitated. In the end, what choice did he have? His life would be preserved through the trials that he knew would come... and if the Serevokin was indeed a being of his word, then... dare he even think it? It could even be fun.
Aliastikora smiled as he watched Rijaan tentatively grasp the gourd and lift it from his hand. He looked on as the wolf hesitated only a moment longer, and the Serevokin's smile broadened as he watched Rijaan tip the gourd back and swallow down its contents. He purred deeper still, and his smile was no longer one simply of pleasure and satisfaction. That was the problem the lesser races had with Serevokin.
By the time they were offered a choice, the Serevokin had already won.
Well! Not the same as the first part at all, but I'm going to be getting right back to the boys-with-pregnant-bellies theme proper in the third part, and the fourth part if I decide the fourth part needs to be written. Don't worry; it probably will! Of course, I find as I write this series that I want more and more to expand on the world. Though... I don't know how well I could write stories about male dragons impregnating other males in a non-yiff setting. That might be a bit hard...
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