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The Gift

Daniel's Storyline, Chapter 5.5

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Laying beneath me with that smug expression I couldn't help but think two things: first, he was an asshole and second, he was so fucking god damn sexy. I reached behind myself, shivering when my fingers closed around his frickin' huge cock, and raised up, aiming it true. Gritting my teeth for what was to come, I slowly lowered myself down. If you'd have seen his monster prick you'd realize that I was understandably surprised when the tip slid in without any pain. "Wait... what?"

His grin widened, and I heard the sound of my door opening... but it came from him rather than from behind me. The Coyote winked, repeating his statement from earlier. "Hey Danny, I'm comin' in."

I smirked. Despite myself I realized there was a certain charm to his horrible humor. Gritting my teeth, I let my full weight drop into his lap to see if I could wipe the smile off his muzzle in favor of a slightly more suitable expression. I succeeded. Even as my mouth made an 'O' from the incredible fullness of my body being invaded by a spiritual cock larger than anything I'd ever seen outside a porn flick. The best part about it though was the look on the Coyote's face as his eyes rolled back in his head and his already lolling tongue slid out further in obvious bliss.

As if his expression weren't enough to say it all, he panted, adding "Oh yeah, Danny... THAT'S what I was waiting for..."

Even though his there-but-not-there solidity didn't have any trouble sliding deeper into me than I thought I could take there was no doubt that I was feeling his knot as my body resisted taking it in. If what he'd said about expectations and the reasons behind things or whatever I guess it makes sense looking back on it, but at that moment I wasn't really thinking about why or why not something would fit in me-- I was focused entirely on the pressure against my prostate from his red rocket, and it was amazing.

My hands slid up Talapus' abdomen to rest on his ribs, pressing against his surprisingly solid body as my fingers got lost amidst his luxurious fur. That same fur stroked and tickled the underside of my penis and created a so-soft nest for my balls, stimulating me even more as his paws went to my my waist and he began to rock his hips. I didn't care that he decided not to let me keep full control; when it felt like that I didn't need the control, and, even though he held me, he didn't keep me from my own movements so I used my knees on the bed and the muscles in my thighs to rise up and lower down in counterpoint to his thrusts. I'd never had anal sex before, but I hadn't even imagined that it would ever compare to what I was feeling in that moment.

My only regret is that I didn't last very long. Well... that, and also the knot. Right as I had reached the height of my orgasm Talapus' paws gripped me roughly and he jacknifed his body, slamming his hips upward with incredible force. The pain I felt didn't feel like my anus getting torn open by a fist-sized bulb of flesh and bone; it was more like pain for the sake of pain-- my body knew that getting tied was supposed to hurt so, just like all of the other Spirit stuff being based on concepts, apparently getting a Coyote knot jammed into your ass gets that kind of reaction. Good to know, huh?

I can't remember something hurting so much but feeling so good at the same time. Frotting with Herne was a blessed relief of a dam opening its flood gates, but my orgasm from Talapus fucking me hard was more like being tortured... and wanting more. My cum leaked out of my cock at first, dribbling down onto his belly until he gave a half-thrust, which must have got my prostate just right because my next blast hit the wall behind the headboard of my bed. I cried out, and he let out a warbling, yodel-like howl; at that moment I felt a hot warmth jet into me, followed by another, and another, and another.

My ass was already way over-full from the monster cock jammed in it and the pulsing knot plugging it up, but once Talapus began to cum in earnest my head swam; I remember wondering if my stomach would distend from what felt like a gallon of spunk being shot into my intestines. A small part of me almost hoped that I'd be able to taste his seed after my insides overflowed and it started coming out my mouth. Yeah, I know it's one of those unreasonable fantasy kind of moments, but it was still a really hot experience and my mind went completely off into left field... in a good way. In a REALLY fucking good way.

Head already spinning, I was even more dizzy as Talapus rolled us over, and his added weight pushed his knot in just a little further as he settled down atop me, panting happily as his eyelids quivered, still coating my insides with thick Coyote cum. His euphoric voice quivered as he spoke, licking his lips first to avoid salivating on me. "Mmmm... I'd keep you tied for an hour if I could."

My legs, still spread wide by the Coyote's body ached just a little and I almost wondered if they were going to cramp up-- my toes were already tingling but, then again, that may have been from the still quivering sensations of my prolonged orgasm. As my brain started to kick back into focus I realized that, just like with Herne, my semen didn't end up sticking to Talapus and I realized that I was laying on the damp, sticky spot on my mattress. Only one comment was suitable for that realization. "Ugh..."

The Coyote chuckled, leaning down and licking my chin. "I think I'm fond of you, Danny... maybe we'll get a chance in the future to tie right, but for now, a deal's a deal."

In the scope of the Spirit standing, his cock slipped free of me as if my ass weren't corked up tight by his knot. Strangely enough, as I looked down at his groin as he backed away I saw that it was still fully swollen; how had he managed to get it out of me? I continued wondering the question even as he stepped closer, placing a finger on the underside of his pointed tip, and pulled it up against his navel.

He removed his finger, letting his still erect cock go and I was caught unaware when it swung down to smack me solidly and sloppily on my cheek. He grinned as he about-faced, his loincloth returning to him. He headed out through the door, offering a wave over his shoulder as he disappeared. "More later."

Although I was quick to grumble and spout profanities as I reached up to my sloppy cheek I realized that I was probably protesting far more than it had bothered me... did it really bother me? I wasn't sure. My fingers came away from my cheek still dry and only then did I realize: oh right-- Spirit fluids weren't really real. My mind continued to wrestle with that thought as my nose was invaded by the strong, feral musk of Coyote. Yes, I decided: Talapus was a prick... but he was damn good at what he did.

A soft knock at my door caused me to sit up. "Uh... yeah?

Aiden called from the other side. "It's me."

The Bat's method was about as far from Herne and Talapus as it could get. One side of me rolled my eyes at how silly it was for a Spirit to bother knocking but another part of me found it cute and endearing. I called out in response "Come on in, Aiden... no reason for you to stay in the hallway."

The door opened or, rather, like with Talapus, it made the sound of opening, and I was no longer alone as the third Spirit joined me. Aiden was still completely clothed in what I'd come to know as his specific style but he also had an umbrella. The Pacific Northwest is definitely a place that has a lot of rain but during the Summer we barely get any. I started with the obvious question. "Why the umbrella?"

His answer fit my question, but the wrong reasoning behind it. "I thought you and I could go out for a little while... just the two of us."

I still wanted to know about the umbrella but his statement was more pressing than casual curiosity. "Go out? But this is your chance for--"

Surprisingly, the Bat interrupted me for what was probably the first time. "This is my chance to have you all to myself. I wanted to make the most of it since you and I never get any time together without the others."

He had a point, and I began looking around for my clothes; if he really wanted to go out then that was the least I could do. A second thought came into my head even as I was buttoning up my jeans. "You... don't want to mess around at all?"

Aiden covered his muzzle and his needle-toothed grin as he chuckled. "Really? And here I thought I'd be doing you a favor by giving you a chance to recover from your last two rounds. You must be pretty confident in your stamina, Dan."

The faint ache in my groin made me realize that he had a point. "Oh... right. So... is this a date?"

The Bat didn't bother hiding his smile that time. "I'd like to think so."

He held out a paw to me, palm up. It certainly wasn't a fuck session, but, considering I was still feeling drained from my last two rounds, I found that I didn't mind. I rested my hand on his offered paw. "Cool."