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A Special Birthday Gift - Kyrie and Salrith

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Salrith could barely contain her excitement, her chelicerae twitching excitedly as she paced back and forth at the door to her bedroom. The vartello, a somewhat unusual four-armed hybrid of arachnid and a draconic reptile, but not exactly like either, had woken up that morning to find that her love, Kyrie, a delightful white dragon, had already left without warning, and on her birthday no less. At first, she'd been upset that he'd left without even a word, not even bothering to make her breakfast. When she'd tried to call him, he'd declined each and every one of her calls.

The odd behaviour of the one that she'd given her heart to had been completely out of character, and for the better part of the morning she'd been running through all the myriad possibilities. It was only about twenty minutes before noon that he'd finally deigned to call her. The moment her device had buzzed, she'd picked up, then found herself utterly unable to figure out what to say. Should she berate him? Question him? Get angry? Act nonchalant? Before she'd been able to form any words, Kyrie had pre-emptively begun to explain.

"Hey honeyfly, I'm so sorry about this morning. I've been trying to get a special gift for your birthday. It was a shot in the dark, and I woke up to a message this morning saying it's available. I had to go out, and when you were calling I was in negotiation for it. I can't tell you anything. It's something I had to do a lot to get my hands on, and it comes with conditions. But I promise you'll love it. I love you, Sally. I'll be home by six." And then he'd hung up before Salrith could do so much as respond. When she'd looked at the phone's display, she'd realized that he'd been calling from a hidden number. Her curiosity piqued, and her fears assuaged by the revelation that Kyrie was out getting her a gift, she'd spent the entire afternoon wondering just what it could be.

When she heard the front door of the house open, she rushed out to embrace her dragon, but was stopped short when an unfamiliar feline in a white lab coat was standing just across the threshold of her and Kyrie's shared home. His features were remarkable only in that he looked utterly generic, with even his subspecies in question. His fur was a uniform gray anywhere that Salrith could see, and he had none of the physical markers that would point toward any particular species. He looked back at her with a mild expression, seemingly unconcerned with her nudity. In fact, a smile curled his lips as he took in the sight of her. "Ah, yes. You will do very well. Mr Skyfang hasn't misinformed us at all," he murmured. "Could you please state your name?" Despite the mild look, he gave the impression that he was leering without even trying to do so.

Salrith was stunned, finding herself unable to formulate a response. A total stranger had stepped into her home without warning, looked at her like she was some sort of science experiment and then asked her name. Her chelicerae twitched even more now, but in consternation. "I... you... but... who..." she tried to ask, but quickly fell silent. She was gathering up the resolve to yell at the feline when Kyrie stepped in behind him, a wide grin on his face.

Upon seeing the indignant expression on Salrith's face, Kyrie made a calming motion with his hands, "Oh for fuck's sake... you launched right into your spiel, didn't you, doc? You really don't go out much from the Facility. You remember when I told you to work on your interpersonal skills? This is why." He stepped around the feline, then embraced Salrith. "Hey little honeyfly," he murmured, "I invited him. Begged him, actually. He's not used to going out in the field. So yeah. Sorry about that. He's the ah... owner of the little surprise I have for you. I came across him on a delivery. I recognized him from ah."

"Mr Skyfang, I have made it very clear that you are not to call that to attention. The file in question has been... modified. And I do thank you very much for finding it," the feline said in a curt tone. Kyrie shrugged at him and then grinned at Salrith, not at all perturbed by the attempted chastisement. The feline then looked to Salrith. "You are Salrith Umber, then? Mr Skyfang has shown holos of you, just verifying for the records. Please sign the consent form. Usually I am convincing someone of this, but I don't have the time and Mr Skyfang assures me of your... willingness. It's not the first time such a thing has been a surprise for the subject." He produced a datapad and held it out toward Salrith.

Salrith scratched her chin in confusion but instinctively reached for the datapad with one of her lower graspers. As soon as it was in hand, she hesitated, looking at Kyrie for a moment to try and get some sort of explanation. It was obvious that the dragon wanted to keep the particulars secret, but this was maybe a bit much. He winked and gave her a thumbs up. Letting out a little huff, she pulled the datapad closer to read what it said. "Just sign it, love. It's an NDA," Kyrie offered cheerfully. After trying to read the document, which made her eyes cross with all the legalese, she pressed one of her digits to the indicated spot at the bottom of the document.

"This better be good, Kyrie. I've been pacing all day. You have no idea how pissed I was this morning. Then confused. Then excited and curious. Now I'm just confused again.." She handed the datapad back to the feline and then crossed both pairs of graspers, trying to relax at least a little. She trusted her dragon, though, and was, at least, growing much less concerned, curiosity bubbling up behind the irritation at the somewhat rude introduction to the feline.

Looking over the document, the feline said to Kyrie, "You can tell her what you will, Mr Skyfang. I expect you to continue to act as one of our Facilitators in the future. You understand that you will be the Observer for the field test? You are not to interfere even if the subject becomes distressed."

Kyrie gave a long-suffering sort of chuff, then flashed a 'can you believe this?' look at Salrith, but in an even tone he responded with, "Of course, doc. That's the plan. Do I go get it?" When the feline nodded, Kyrie quickly made his way out the door, leaving Salrith, again, nude with the strange feline. He was finally smiling, though to her it seemed more like a leer than anything.

"You are... quite the unique creature, miss Umber. I have to say, your physiology is unlike any that we have seen before. From what your partner has told me, you did not always have ah, your vulpine attributes?" When Salrith began to splutter at the feline, he gave a short bark of laughter, then shook his head, "I did not figure you for a prude, miss Umber. Mister Skyfang has assured me you will enjoy this. Since I expect you did not read the agreement in full... you are to test a sort of... biological security system we have developed based on a semi-aggressive mollusc. It's quite delightful."

Salrith stared at the feline, whose leer became a wide, lascivious grin. "I have observed it in a lab setting, but have been convinced that a... field test of the thing is warranted... ah, here he is now." The feline stepped away from the door and Kyrie came in, pushing a large crate on a dolly. It was easily as big as Salrith herself, and was sealed with some complex-looking locking panels on the side.

The whole while, Salrith was getting more and more apprehensive. The mention of a 'biological security system' had her wondering just what the feline had in store for her. It was only her trust and love for the dragon that had her standing there, trying not to fidget too much. Kyrie saw the look on her face and offered a conciliatory smile, then stuck out his tongue as he wheeled the box into the room. "Alright, Doc. I'm good here. Go back to your labs. I'll give you a full report when you come back to get it. Yes, I know. Nothing sent over QuantNet."

The feline harrumphed dismissively, then took one last long look at Salrith. "I really would love to have you at my facility. Should you enjoy this, please tell Mister Skyfang you wish to... be one of our subjects. It could be profitable for you." And then without a word, he was out the door, and she and Kyrie were alone.

Salrith turned her gaze on the dragon, still not quite sure whether she should be curious, angry, confused or intrigued. Kyrie was giving a sheepish grin, patting the closed crate expectantly. "Please, please don't be angry. I asked Pho what he thought about me doing this, and he uh, well, he thought you'd be pissed until it paid off."

Salrith's eyes -all of them- narrowed at Kyrie and she murmured, "You told Pho what you're planning, but not me. If this doesn't end up being the best surprise ever..." She trailed off, chelicerae twitching, trying to look fierce and wrathful. As she looked into the mirror that was on the back of the coat closet next to the door, she saw that all she was doing was reinforcing the stereotype that 'even when they're pissed off, a kobold is adorable'. When it came to fierceness or intimidation, she'd gotten none of the arachnid side of her parentage, and all of the kobold. "Mother egg, I can't actually get angry at you for long. Come on, show me what it is."

Kyrie grinned and stepped away from the crate and leaned in to bump his snout against Salrith's. He looked right into the diminutive vartello's green eyes and murmured, "I love you. Happy birthday." He let his gaze linger there, studying every part of her for a while. "Come on, bedroom." He went back to the dolly and started pushing it toward the bedroom.

With the way Kyrie was behaving, Salrith was losing any remnant of anger, especially with the standoffish feline gone. She still intended on giving her dragon a talking to about the unexpected guest, but he seemed so excited that she would let it go for now. Whatever this strange surprise was, he must know it was something she had wanted, though she couldn't imagine what it could be. She followed him into their shared bedroom and watched him wheel the dolly to the foot of their bed. He deposited the crate and moved the dolly away and peered back at her. "Okay, honeyfly, get comfy," he said, his grin somehow audible in his voice.

The bed they shared was a large one, especially given Salrith's size, with soft cotton sheets and light black blankets meant for nothing more than a simple drape of comfort. Neither of them really needed the added warmth, but it was still nice to feel that gentle weight upon them as they slept curled up to each other. Salrith climbed up to the bed, then got on her graspers and knees, waving her rump and the azure-fleshed vulpine spade at Kyrie. "Why don't we have some fun before your surprise."

"Oh, that's part of the fun, Sally," Kyrie said from the foot of the bed, "You just stay like that, hmm? Close your eyes, -yes, all eight- and you'll understand pretty soon." He waited until Salrith did as he asked. The vartello was almost shaking with her curiosity, but she was still game enough to do so.

Salrith could barely restrain the urge to look back to the foot of the bed. There were a few beeps as her partner pushed a few buttons on the crate, then a hiss and a pop as the crate unsealed. "Oh wow," came the dragon's hushed voice, and she heard him take a few hasty steps back, claws clicking on the hardwood floor.

"Okay, this is getting weird, Kyrie, seriously," Salrith said, but then something slick and wet wrapped around one of her legs. Before she could even register the unexpected sensation, she felt three more slide around her legs and her lower graspers. She tried to jerk her tail up and away and began to turn to try and see what the hell had her, but she found that the steel ring through the tip of her tail was being held as well. "Mother egg, what IS this, Kyrie?" she asked. If she'd been anywhere but her bedroom, with Kyrie right there, she'd be fighting, but she trusted her dragon.

"You always said you'd like to, love," Kyrie said, and there was a note of excitement in his voice, "And I always wanted to see it. Holy shit..."

Something wet and slick drew itself up Salrith's spine and draped over her shoulder and she craned her neck to see it. A translucent pink tentacle, slick with its own sort of lube, was slithering its way over her, seeming to want to explore every inch of her. "Wait. No way. How did you-glrrk!" The question was cut off when a new tentacle slipped over her other shoulder and darted at her mouth as she spoke. The taste was sweet, but with a strange acrid foulness overlaying it. She closed her mouth around it and swirled her tongue at it, something that it seemed to appreciate, because it shook and went still. She felt more of the tentacles wrapping around all four of her graspers, the motions almost seeming deliberately slow.

Both her and Kyrie had talked about something like this extensively. About how she'd found tentacled things fascinating, how she had fantasies about being grabbed by something and used relentlessly for hours, if not days, until she was going mad with lust and pleasure. She'd read stories and viewed pornography related to it, but never imagined she'd get a chance to experience something like this safely. If Kyrie had done this, made all these arrangements, it had to be safe.

Slick tentacles had grabbed all her limbs and wrapped around the base of her tail, tightening and pulling them almost spread-eagle before Kyrie spoke, "I'll explain later. I hope you didn't have any plans for the next few hours. Without further adieu, I'd like you to meet NEMF Tech Bioengineering's newest toy... Bisec!"

Hours? Salrith thought in alarm. The tentacles lifted her in to the air and flipped her over, angling her so she could see just what had hold of her. A dozen tentacles of translucent pink slime had emerged from the crate, and they held her with an implacable and casual strength. Kyrie was leaning against the far wall, his azure eyes wide with excitement, stroking at the genital slit that held the ridged draconic shaft that had explored every part of Salrith. She could just imagine what she looked like to him. His love held on display, hanging from the multitude of slimy tentacles holding her, her large spade and tight tailhole vulnerable.

The vartello squirmed in the slick bonds, still suckling on the slimy tentacle in her mouth. She watched something off-colour travel up its length, floating free, headed toward her lips. Thick and red, the glob of something crept closer and closer. She felt a little aperture open at the tip of the tentacle in her mouth. Despite trusting Kyrie, instinct made her struggle and squirm, her mind screaming at her not to let whatever that was reach her snout. The struggling only made the tentacles pull her limbs out even more, making it increasingly uncomfortable to do so. Seconds later, the reddish mass passed her lips and a glob of something thick and heavy spattered onto her tongue.

The instant the cloyingly sweet substance touched her tongue, it began to tingle. A warmth spread from that point, and the tentacle in her mouth began to smear it all over. Within seconds she felt her spade warming up like it did during her heat, and she felt the nipples on the udder at her belly start to stiffen. She began to feel good, a gentle warmth suffusing every part of her. Without any hesitation, she swallowed the small mass that remained, and she could feel it warming her from within once it reached her stomach.

It really was a wonderful gift, Salrith thought, as she felt something teasing at the puffy azure flesh of her vulpine spade. A fantasy she'd had for a long time, one she'd expressed to Kyrie more than a few times, but never had she imagined he'd find a way to make it possible. Not safely at least. When the thin tip of one of the tentacles finally slid into her, exploring her spade as it sought her passage, she let out a squeal around the tentacle in her mouth. The flesh was growing intensely sensitive, and the smooth, rippling surface of the creature's extrusion was almost too much for her.

"I knew you'd love this, honeyfly," Kyrie murmured softly, eyes alight with excitement. He took a few steps forward, his focus now on the vartello that he'd come to love so very much. He played his hand across his ridged length, watching as the creature, one of the first commercial products that Dr Farren's facilities had developed, began to fulfill a fantasy that he knew Salrith had had for a very long time.

Salrith, growing steadily more and more helpless, felt the bumpy tentacle continue to explore her spade until it found its mark, then it drove into her with a speed that made her almost scream. Even as it pressed inward, it began to thicken, filling out until it was almost as wide as one of her arms just below the grasper. She hollered around the tentacle lodged firmly in her mouth, eyes widening when she saw it was delivering two more globs like she'd already had slathered all over her mouth already.

When she felt another tentacle pressing into her rear vent, she gasped. Whatever it was, it knew exactly everywhere it needed to go, and this ribbed, slimy tendril was seemingly meant for her anus. The aphrodisiac and whatever else was in that goo that she'd been fed was having more and more effect on her, and she couldn't help but want to giggle when this wonderful birthday surprise slid almost effortlessly into her rear.

Only a moment later, there were a half-dozen more of the tentacles emerging from the box, these ones pencil-thin and whiplike, and they descended upon her to begin exploring all the other parts of her body. It didn't take too long for them to find her udder, and each one began to flick and stimulate her nipples, making each of them stiffen even more. Then, to her surprise, the tips opened up and latched on to each of her four nipples, suckling and massaging. In that moment, just as the next glob of thick goo was pushed into her mouth, she came. Her anus clenched and there was an ache as it gripped the tentacle within tightly, and the walls of her vagina rippled and squeezed the bumpy length within her in a rhythmic pulsing. She felt her bladder release, something that she usually only did in the depths of deep heat, but she was beyond feeling embarrassed. It helped that the creature seemed to soak it all up without even a moment's effort.

"God damn, wart, if I'd known it would be this hot to see you ravished by a tentacle monster, I'd have done this a lot sooner," Kyrie commented, lazily stroking his shaft as he leaned on the wall. He was so focused on what he was watching that he didn't notice that a small digital display on the creature's carrier was flashing red all of a sudden. Two new tendrils slipped from the box from a spot that Kyrie wouldn't be able to see from his position and began to slither along the floor.

The tentacle that had slipped into Salrith's spade began to slowly fuck her, widening as it did so until she felt the stretch was becoming uncomfortable. Just as she began to whimper it seemed to sense that she was at her limit, and it seemed to deflate just a little, leaving her pleasantly full with the little hard bumps all over it massaging her insides. She felt her eyes closing, utterly helpless in the creature's grasp, but felt alarm wash through her at the flashing red light and the two -no, four now- tentacles that had curled around behind the crate and were slithering along the floor behind Kyrie.

Salrith bucked and squirmed, but as if it sensed that she wanted to warn Kyrie that it was doing something it wasn't intended to, the creature began to fuck her harder while the four tentacles latched to her nipples intensified their suckling motions. Oddly, the ribbed tentacle that was buried in her rear passage wasn't doing much, though she could feel a strange sort of squirming deep in her gut. There was something strange about it, but in the intense rutting she couldn't seem to figure out what it was. Even her alarm at Kyrie's plight was muted by the chemicals and hormones forced into her system by the creature.

For his part, Kyrie was completely oblivious to the four thin tentacles that were approaching him from behind. The sight of the vartello, the sounds of her 'birthday present' making use of her body, and the stroking of his hand were all he could focus on. Behind him, two of the tentacles rose into the air while the other two began to creep closer to his legs. Then, all at once, they struck. "What the fuck?" Kyrie yelled as the four tentacles grabbed him and wrapped around each of his limbs twice. They moved so fast that he didn't have any time to react as they yanked upwards, pulling him off his feet. His hand was torn away from his cock in a flash, and he was lifted a foot off the ground. "Oh shit, shit!" he said in a panicked tone, finally noticing the flashing red display that he now saw said 'ERROR - CONSTRAINTS FAILED - RETURNING TO DEFAULT SECURITY STATE'.

Kyrie's stomach turned at the sight of those seven flashing words. He'd been there to see what the creature did at its 'default security state'. The doctor, Faren by name, had developed it based on the actions of a snail-like creature that fed on the bodily excretions of whatever it was able to grab. It drove them into a sexual frenzy and subdued them with powerful hallucinogens and aphrodisiacs, lulling prey into becoming nothing more than a living source of complex hormones. Over the course of months, its prey would continue to produce more and more food for it while fed nutrient-rich globs of slime. Most prey survived, though they were often weak and traumatized when the thing was done with them. If its prey was truly unlucky, it would lay larvae within the prey that would consume them from within.

The creature that Faren had engineered from the mollusc wasn't quite that dangerous, but in its default state it would relentlessly use whatever was at hand until someone came to release the victim. It could fit in any small space, and could camouflage itself effortlessly. It could even be programmed to target a specific individual, or only stimulate specific areas on a target. Tests had shown it could subdue up to six for as long as six months. In truth, neither he nor Salrith had anything to be worried about. Except for the fact that the first check in from Faren was in one month.

In the few seconds that he hung there before the creature continued 'subduing' him, Kyrie wondered if Faren wasn't above ensuring that the constraints put upon the Bisec would fail. Two field tests would be better than one, and there was certainly some clause hidden in his own paperwork that would allow this to happen. "Well, crap," he muttered, his eyes focused on the blinking display. It was because of that that he didn't notice the tentacle that had lifted to his cock, and in moments he felt it enveloped in slick warmth and tightness. A dozen little hard nubs were on the inside of the tentacle, massaging every single centimetre. Despite himself, he let out a low groan. He couldn't deny that he'd enjoyed watching Salrith being grabbed, but they were going to be stuck like this for a month.

Salrith watched Kyrie get bound up by the creature and saw his alarm and distress, but she felt too good to feel any real concern. Everything felt light and airy, and with every twitch of her inner walls it was getting better at stimulating her. Her arousal was growing almost maddening, and she found herself pressing and grinding as best as she could in the creature's grip. It was really starting to become difficult to think at all. The squirming in her gut was strange, and she wondered if, had she soft skin instead of chitin, would she be able to see the tentacle under her tail pressing up from within?

When more of the creature's tentacles lifted and began to wrap around Salrith, she exulted in it. Helpless and bound and having so much pleasure forced upon her, it was the sort of thing she had always dreamed about. She knew that something had gone wrong, but she simply did not care anymore. A new sensation came to her then as the slippery tentacles slithered across chitin and hide both. Her udder felt itchy and warm and heavy somehow. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and concern flared inside her because it was something that wasn't right. Just as she thought to struggle, a new glob of matter was being forced into her mouth, and the cloyingly sweet substance was all she could think of.

Kyrie gasped and let out little moans as he felt his cock being sucked by the creature's tentacle. It could only 'process' one individual at a time and would keep others held and subdued until it was their time. He purposely didn't fight or struggle, fully aware that if he did, that all that would happen would be tighter and tighter constriction. He could only watch as his beloved vartello was wrapped in more of the creature's extruding tentacles.

"Fuck... wonder if I can... call for help..." he muttered to himself, trying to focus past the incredibly skilled way that the tentacle was stimulating each and every ridge on his shaft. But he knew he couldn't call out for help; part of the agreement for this field test had been that they could have no outside communications active within the residence. Faren and his Benefactors didn't want any of their secrets to be broadcast on the QuantNet.

The dragon slumped in the tentacles and began to rock against the one rippling around his cock. It was no use, and he knew full well that he would be okay in the end. It was just that he and Salrith were going to be getting much more of the full experience that the Bisec offered than he'd planned. Hell, he hadn't planned to let it get a hold of him in the first place. New tentacles were lifting to wrap around him now, further priming him for the process that Salrith was going through already.

Salrith hollered around the tentacle in her mouth, and was surprised when the thing tugged out of her completely, one of the thick globs spattering onto her chest. She strained and reached for it, but the tentacles were pulling her limbs close against her, repositioning them, and she couldn't get to that lovely one that had been feeding her. She just wanted more of it, needed it. That desire was so strong that she didn't feel the strange fullness in her stomach until it felt like she was going to be sick. Something was rising up from within! Panic set in despite the drugging, and she tried to scream before the pink, ribbed tentacle burst from her throat, having traveled all the way through her from ass all the way out her snout. She gagged and gurgled, momentarily unable to breathe before long channels developed in the interior of the tentacle and formed a passage between her snout and her lungs. The tentacle from her throat pressed to the one dangling in front of her, and they began to merge.

Salrith gurgled when, suddenly, she felt the aching at her udder grow more insistent, and she saw four thin lines of bluish-white trailing down the tentacles attached to her nipples. It was milking her! Whatever it had fed her was making her produce milk and feed it back to it. As she watched, the merged tentacles before her snout began to warp and shift and flow across her body. The smaller tentacles tugged her limbs closer, the vartello not able to fight even in the least. Soon, she was in as compact a space as she could be, tail curled around so it was over her shoulder on the right, her legs up against her sides, all four arms pulled behind her. It was distinctly uncomfortable, but even as the BiSec drew her close to its crate, she felt slime flow over her entire body, soon encasing her completely in a prison of tentacles and slick slime. Even with the membranes over her eyes protecting them, she could see little through the pinkish, hazy flesh of the translucent tentacles. Salrith could only feel. And feel she most certainly did, as the creature began to roughly fuck her, stimulating every single sensitive spot in her spade and suckling on her nipples. New globs passed through her mouth without her even tasting them, and soon, her entire world was simply a constant unending haze of drugged bliss and sexual stimulation. It didn't matter how long she'd be like this. She loved it!

Kyrie watched with fascination as his love was bundled up and pulled as close to the crate as the creature could manage. Within her prison of slime and tentacles, the vartello was twitching and gurgling, climax after climax rocking her. It was exactly what was going to happen to him, and very soon, if the feeding tentacle rising out of the box was any indication. He was fairly certain that this was a planned 'malfunction', and he would be having words with Faren about it.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Kyrie knew there would be no harm in what had happened. He and Salrith would wake up after being released, take maybe a day or two to recover, and then laugh about it. He hoped. And so, when the feeding tentacle rose to his lips, he opened his mouth and let it slip in. He'd wondered how it would feel, and had planned to ask Salrith let him have a go at it during the month that they had the BiSec.

The creature seemed to know that its new prey had given in, and the aggressiveness of its assault lessened as a result. Lidding his eyes, Kyrie swirled his tongue around the tip of the tentacle in his mouth, though he winced a bit at the taste of that sheen of slime that coated it. He also detected the strange foulness to it that Salrith had, but there was something wonderful about it all the same. He saw the glob of matter travelling up the tentacle, and soon the aperture formed in the tip. Seconds later the drug and hormone-laden glob was mashed into his muzzle, and another, and another.

Kyrie swallowed as much as he could, and the overpoweringly sweet nutrient glob took effect within moments. Oh fuck... oh this feels... oh my... hard to think already. The tentacle on his cock teased his ridges, suckling the length with greater skill than any mouth could ever have done for him, and it wasn't long before he found himself close to his peak. But to his surprise, just as he found himself on the edge of release, the creature stopped. Frustrated, Kyrie rocked his hips, wanting to let go, to give in to the pleasure that would only grow, but the thing was completely still.

Heart racing, internal testicles starting to ache while he hung helpless, bucking his hips in an effort to bring himself to orgasm, Kyrie wondered if the BiSec had broken somehow. He groaned and sucked on the tentacle in his mouth, urging it to continue with its process. His cock was throbbing and rigid, its ridges impossibly sensitive, and the internal ache was only getting worse as the drugs within the nutrient globs raced through his veins. Come on, keep going, come on, Kyrie silently urged the creature.

Moment by moment, the ache and the need and the blissful pleasure induced by the creature grew until they were near maddening. Just as Kyrie thought that he wouldn't be able to take anymore and he was preparing to start screaming around the tentacle in his mouth, the suckling on his cock resumed. The intensity of it, though, was mind-blowing. Every single nerve ending on his shaft had grown intensely sensitive, and now it did make the dragon scream, a trumpeting howl muted only by the fact that his mouth was full of tentacle. When, mere seconds later, he came, it was so intense that Kyrie actually lost all awareness of anything else. The ache in and around his testicles lessened and his seminal glands let loose a torrent of built-up semen greater than any he'd produced. Jet after jet of his cum sprayed into the interior of the tentacle, drawn deeper into the body of the creature.

Slumping, gurgling, Kyrie tried to relax, but the creature wasn't yet done with him, not by a long shot, and seconds later it had resumed suckling. The dragon actually whimpered then, as his post-orgasm sensitivity was overloading his senses to the point that it was a confusing mixture of sharpness and silky pleasure that enveloped his cock.

When he felt a new tentacle... no, two tentacles prodding at his rear, Kyrie moaned. The thicker of the two was like the one that had pressed into Salrith's rear passage, and he knew where this was going to end up. The second was thin and muscular, and when it began to deliberately press up against the wall of his bowel, he knew what it had in mind. In the next second, a wave of dull and formless pleasure throbbed through his cock, testicles and prostate, then another, and another, growing in intensity as the creature sensed what brought the most intense reaction.

Kyrie felt himself stretched open, the squirming and wriggling within probing into places he had never felt touched before. But before he could really think about it and remind himself what those sensations meant, another climax crashed down on him and a new glob of slime was being forced into his mouth. He cried out in ecstatic pleasure around the tentacle and felt his seed drawn into the creature for the second time. There was no rest between climax and fresh stimulation, indeed it hadn't even stopped while he came.

By the time the tentacle in Kyrie's mouth tugged out and he felt the confusing and alarming sensation of the second tentacle pressing out of his throat, he was lost to the cycle of need. The suckling was lazy, slow now, the creature aware that the dragon's body could only be made to produce so much before it needed to recharge. As the sheath of slime formed over Kyrie, his arms and legs pulled into much the same position as his love's, he was drawn into a position that was nose-to-nose with his love. In her eyes he saw recognition and gratitude behind the mad, animal lust, and before Kyrie lost himself in bliss, he knew that Salrith saw the same in his.

They came together, and knew nothing more.

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"Kyrie? Sally? You all here?" Pho called out as he stepped into the dimly lit house. The lights were all off, aside from a side lamp next to the low, bare-backed couch that his friends favoured. Huffing slightly in mingled curiosity and annoyance, he went to the security panel by the door and identified himself. The system flashed a picture of him up on the screen and the buffalo made a face. He'd always hated the picture on his ID, and it had been the only one he'd been able to use for the system's default. "Huh. Comms are off. That's weird."

The place was completely silent and everything was dark in the house. "Huh, wonder if they went somewhere after all. They could have told me. Guess Sally didn't like the surprise," he muttered. "Maybe I'll give it a try."

Kyrie had arranged it that nobody would bother them for a while in case they really wanted to try out this new toy thing that he'd managed to procure. The dragon had been unusually vague, as if he wanted to say more but couldn't. But Pho wasn't just anybody, he was their friend, and he wanted to see how it had gone, so he'd decided to stop by. Given that they were hard to get a hold of at the best of times, he hadn't really been worried that they weren't responding to his messages.

As quietly as he could, in case they were sleeping, he made his way into the bedroom. There was a faint whimper-moaning and squishing sound coming from somewhere in the darkened room, and Pho grinned. Jeez, they don't even notice when I come by. Fuck it. Gonna scare 'em. Sally's gotten me more than a few times.

The sight that presented itself to the bovine was one he couldn't process at first. A large crate was on the floor, with a bunch of dimmed digital panels on the sides that came to life when they sensed light. Two forms were curled up inside giant bulbs of slime, their holes stuffed and stretched. They were the source of the sound. It was about five seconds later that he realized that something must have gone very very wrong.

Just as Pho was about to call for help, really, to do anything at all, something grabbed him from behind.