Ul'vetra - Taunt and fill

 

Another day, another frustration. One a gun-dealer, the other a bounty hunter; they both work off their frustrated steam as a pair - intimate 'battles' made before sinking into comfort.

Characters |  Sev and Lucif (Pachyrsis)
Contents | Domestic, Taunting, size difference, age difference (27|46), alien biology, combi-gentitalia, deep anal, passionate plow
Length | 4333w

Keyring metal sings as it clashes within the mixed item basket.

Slamming the door shut with a quick kick, air heaves through Sev as he find rest against the door, clicking the lock shut as he begins to move. His gloved palms run over his keratin siding, fingers rolling over his ears as agitation still set simmered. A moment held calm, thoughts still echoing pent up irritation to release, held parse in way he cares not for the words that pour with a grating snarl. “Fuckin sidesucking sungasser, going to give them more than a blemish next time they walk into my shop. Rub that rot smirk into the engine of a cometrunner and see if they still got a skull.”

Sev heaves to lean over against the side counter, untying his wet-boots that holds his feet restrict.

“Aftermarket selling, again?” questions as Sev rips one foot free, hoofpads stretching out upon the floor as the opposing hip hitches on the landing’s edge.

"Port Patrol came around to the shop, asking where I kept the explosive armaments. Tried to gas me out that since I deal guns, I also do explosive work." Sev heaves, tossing the boots aside as he lets his legs fully stretch, free from the hopleather restraints as he stretches out his spine - winching as his vertebrae pop. "Only the wise or brain blasted use explosives - does it looks like I have the absolute gull to sell that temperament shit?" Words accentuated with frustrated hands.

"Well, did they find anything on the contrary?" Lucif huffs on the other side of the space, sitting forth as the older pachy crosses over. "Still got a bit of that aching chill," he taunts, palms whispering over Sev's side as they dig beneath the taut shirt fabric.

"Just really pisses me off - been so many gas-chasers arriving to port any dealer could be liable if one goes Nova." His irritation continues despite the tempting touches, tail flickering as he undoes the belting straps. "Wish they would move port off-world, so we don't have to deal with the corporate dick-swinging contests of who has the most underpaid labor force. City's already struggling to stay viable as a neutral point."

"Atch, I know. Jobs keep popping for the lowball shit, starting to run bounties dry."

"How'd it go?" Sev's body goes lax as he tosses his coat aside, letting the reduced feathers of his forearms flicker as his hands meet the broad grip that crest his pants. His knee rests against the couch, between the Lucif’s knees.

Sitting back, a deep sigh rolling through Lucif as the chill charm coating still lingers at the tips of his grip. "Took a furnace-killer, cleared a hot-shop that's been stealing engine parts from the port yard. Had a couple young-folk in there trying to get by - lot of pachy-kids."

It draws Sev to pause, ears flicking back. "Off-worlders…?"

"Nah, local kids trying to make a buck - let them loose and kept the adults locked up in their vault. Hope it scares the kids out of the lifestyle."

Relinquishing a sigh, Sev sinks against the grip. "Good, would probably firebomb the place if they were importing labor."

"Oh, you'd be the first to know, Sunshine." With a heave the larger pachy stands, long tail glancing against the cushions. "And the first to catch any lead," and a kiss presses between their keratin crowns.

A mild chuff, and Sev pulls the arms back around himself - towered by Lucif's form. "Come on," his fingers ply through the taller pachy's coat helm as his back falters against the wall divider. "We got some steam to work off - to the bedroom?" Their hoofpads click against the wood flooring, steps cautious as Lucif’s plate maw presses to Sev’s neck, breathing in across the remnant scar that holds cross along the tired throat.

"Of course."

Dagger teeth whisper against fur as they wrestle free of their clothing, depositing it firmly in the echo of their steps, kicked aside as keratin plates rub nasal crests. "Where's the vibe at, sunshine," Lucif purrs, fingers cresting down beneath the band of Sev's pants. They pry a sigh to flare the exposed muscles of the older one's damaged face, sunk into the cupping gesture. "Would love to see you sunk around it," rumbles to a growl.

A chuff rises from Sev, hands pressing their faces to meet before pushing Lucif aside. "A bit big for me, I'm afraid," false relents, picking aside at the package left on the scattered desk at the side of the doorway. "Although," charms a coo, dancing the bit of silicone inwards to palm, "it'll be a perfect fit for you, Luci."

A part chuckle, picking the piece from Sev's palm. "Get the lube then," kisses plate against nape. "Couldn't find a perfect strap, could you."

Sev grabs Lucif's face, claw held firm against the keratin-lined jaw. "Nah, too expensive to import, though I have one in mind." As he gives a departing tap of his crest, he turns back to their small storage of toys and sensual supplies.

Lucif rids of the final layers of his loose mercenary gear, dropping his gunbelt aside the end table as his tail smacks against the bedding, flickering among the sheets as his attention turns to the broad vibrator and the three ended anchor - all suited to sit comfortably against the crest of his tail. Though still, a part of him is… hesitant.

Sev hands over the bottle of lube. "Don't get started without me," he teases, forefinger and middle easily dancing the toy from the larger Pachy's grip. Laying it aside the vibrate controller as their heads meet. "I'm going to clean up, clear out a bit so we won't… get too dirty."

A chuckle dances between, a hand cupping their plates together as ears swivel forth. "Want to take all of me, don't you," rumbles through their bone structure.

"Worth a shot, If you do a good job," mocks with the glance of teeth, "just relax, I'll be right back," and Sev departs, picking a towel on his way out the bedroom door - clearing himself of smog dust and unpleasantries before he returns. Feather-fur damp as he brushes back atop Lucif, straddling the broad and powerful thighs, hand held against the powerful chest as their foreheads meet. "Lay back, I'll ease it in for you."

Instead, claws grip beneath his thighs, crawling up to his backside as Lucif sighs into a recline. "Already in," he hums, shuffling as his tail curls against a lax hock. A hand rests dove between the furred backside and against the bare groin skin, Lucif tapping the remote against Sev's arm. "Turn it on," sighs as the device is taken, hands returning to beneath Sev's tail. "Let's go, who wins first," curls between the bare teeth, tongue curling around the double layer maw as Sev's body finds rest over Lucif's chest.

A chide rattles from the older pachyrsis, gently moving himself forth as his legs crest over the strong shoulders as claws dance against his weary sides. Hovering over the obstructed scar tissue, digits pressing skin taut as his crotch finds rest against the plate maw. Pouched skin heaves against the lingering breath, pouch muscles relaxing eased open under the gentle guidance of a glancing tongue.

Sev breathes a settling sigh, a hand held against the arch of Lucif's horns as the probing tongue welcomes itself through the peaked seam. "Once you get me open," he hums, rolling the vibration remote between his fingers. "I'll give it the tap," he purrs, watching as the tongue grazes his softened inner thighs, maw plates kissing the crest between his legs and crotch as warmth breathes into the space of his groinal pouch.

Upwards, back, cupping along the length of the seam and downwards to tease a sensitive rear, Lucif's claws draw the hips to settle; prying skin back as Sev opens up before him, maw planting against the tone blue flesh. Inhale, exhale, his mouth scours along the granting space, plates grazing flesh aside as his tongue presses full and broad.

Above, Sev leans himself back. Reaching around Lucif's own pouched crotch to the anchor drafted further down - feeling the shutter of hips as the silicone's motor hums to life.

"Ready?" Sev leans himself against the open maws, knees dug against the bed as he moves to ease a comfortable pose and to not fully rest on Lucif's chest. Claws dig around his thighs, wrestling them open as the other pachy rests his head on the cushions - Sev's fingers tenting over his temple plates.

"Go for it, sunshine," Lucif purrs.

A soft press of a button draws a sigh to simmer from the larger pachy, his hands roaming back between granting thighs, spreading the pouch lips as his tongue takes care of the rest. It curls around the glancing notion of Sev's pseudophallus, drawing suction as his own hips rock to the temperate pulses that whisper up his spine.

"Luci," whispers as Sev arches himself towards the inescapable mouth, hand held gentle over Lucif's temple plates as he gingers a gentle roll. "Eat me up, baby," sighs beneath his breath, watching as the turquoise tongue encapsulates him once again, diving down between his lips to drive a muscle clench. "You win, and you can bury yourself as deep as you want in me," his voice curdles, a gasp brought as the brim gazes against the tight folds of his skin, brought to ache as his pseudophallus still yearns contained.

"And if you win?" Lucif breathes into Sev, kissing his aching loins before his tongue proceeds - welcoming itself into Sev, exploring the taut walls that squeeze around. Where claspers curl around the keratin plates to find grip.

"Haven't thought that far," Sev admits, anchoring himself set around Lucif's tongue. Hips shivering as he's held in place by the bold, strong arms that hold him stable - a set of fingers grazing beneath the furl of his still damp tail. Questioning, grazing… two tap at his rear as he rides the tongue made thrusts. "You're always fight so dirty," reprieves, resting muscles as a claw finds its mark. He turns up the intensity and feels Lucif shift.

"It's just my style," Lucif purrs, letting his legs waver as the pulsations hum through his spine, tail curling against ankle as he buried himself into Sev's folds. Not as gentle, not as slow; his teeth graze fierce as his tongue rolls with the breathing vibrations, purrs made as mouth moves from walls to outer lips. His broad tongue curls around them, roaming before they draw up against Sev’s perking glans, pressing it between his plate maw.

He heaves, knuckling against Lucif’s skull.

Despite his lack of sufficient seminal fluid within his reservoir ducts, Sev’s psuedophallus is guided free.

Muscle folds quiver as the tongue makes its way up along the internal pathway, flesh held divided between his saturated lips and gaping glans tip. As it pops free, once Lucif purrs and presses maw back to the welcoming of wet folds - Sev amps the intensity, feeling as Lucif breathes a quiver around and within.

Lucif can see how run flush Sev is as he presses mouth against skin, watching the lax flickers of the other's ears as his legs lie aside - giving into the thrusting vibrations held at his pelvis. His own pouch faltered open; balls heaved heavy as he can feel the damp air of their abode against his shaft. Lucif doesn’t give up, he adjusts his grip, and takes another full taste of Sev's flesh.

Knuckles braze against Lucif's temple plates, edging and rolling towards the granting tongue as his knees bend firmly against the bed, shins held aside as his hoofpads coax against the broad gut. He does his best to hold still, to watch as Lucif works him over into another shuddering sigh. "Lucif," his voice bubbles, swallowing hard as once again he's taken in, as the tongue gleans along the inner structure of his phallus and to the connective lips. His claspers pull around the keratin jaw, wanting for reprieve as he's brought again to whimper.

"Your losing," Lucif taunts with a charm, kissing wanton lips as the perk erection rests against his plate face.

"Oh, shut up," huffs as Sev leans back, exchanging the remote between hands as he reclines within Lucif's supportive grip. "Stop for a minute, you’re cheating."

"Says you," Lucif rumbles, hands cupping against Sev's ribs as a thumping vibration draws him to shutter, hips hitching as the strength of the plug echoes through his muscles. "Had a head start and everything, and you’re still trying to catch up," purrs as a hand finds grip of his own erection, having slip free of his own pouch, balls lying heavy over the plug prong where it continues to rub gentle. "Not strong enough," curls into a melodic tease, a hand driving around the smaller one’s hips to draw a claw through the phallic rift.

And a sigh draws through them; a taunt replied with a taunt as the plug hums beneath the heavy sac.

"Not strong enough, on the lowest settings," Sev laughs, begging himself down into the mouth, sighing as it encompasses him again, sucked strong as the broad tongue tempts to flatten his phallic at the rift – firm end tickling at the divide down to his vulva. "Fuck," he grunts, "Lucif, how the fuck has your tongue gotten stronger." He knuckles against the others crown, watching as again he's encompassed, drawn inward before popping free of the dangerous jaws.

"Yelling over a roaring engine," Lucif chuckles, plate face sinking against the saturated lips, biding his way inside once more as a claw devises a preoccupation.

Drawing through the gap between the shaft sides to draw Sev to shiver, sunk into the attention as he watches idle, enamored by the attention as he remain incapable of diverting the larger pachyrsis' motions. A tap only cycles the plug to settle into a new configuration, the vibration light.

Teeth grit - he relents.

"You win," Sev grunts, pulling himself to sit against Lucif's mouth, pressuring as the tongue flickers free. "That fucking mouth of yours," whispers between teeth, shivering as the claw coaxed through his divide once more - sensitive along the core.

"Tie me up next time," chuckles as Lucif moves to sit, easing Sev down his body to where an erection splits beneath tail - ignored as the older pachy retires to the bed. A hoofpad pressed to his chest as he moves over a lean.

Collecting pillows beneath his hips and head, Sev watches the bottle of lube.

Claws cup beneath his rear, the viscous fluid is chill to his skin, in part to the lingering charm coat the echoes with every touch, every motion brought as his legs are cast aside - exposing himself to Lucif as lube lingers over the naked underside of his tail. Claws are gentle as they press against him, tender as the jaws kiss along the scar that lines his throat. Teeth graze as fingers provide - thrusts gentle as they are so welcomed inside.

"Lucif," whispers, legs making tent as his body stretches around the questing fingers, palm held against his lips as his erection is gently stroked - still firm as his body lies empty.

"How're your hips, old man," Lucif teases, letting a hand saunter over the smaller pachy's stomach.

"Should still be in alignment," Sev sighs, arms locking back beneath his head. "Have not had an incident yet, should still be good for you to get rough."

"Your dry, should I help you refill?" A claw thumb roams between the pseudophallus, "or do you just want me to fuck up your guts."

"I'm fine with dry loads," Sev simmers, shifting as the claws remove themselves but still press at his ass. "Let's see how much a young buck like you can fill an old man up, eh?"

Lucif's chuckle is deep, rumbling into a purr as he straddles one of Sev's thighs, pulling the other against his chest where it finds rest at his broad shoulder. His half-mast girth rests against Sev as he spreads additional lube, stroking between himself and the muscles as a pairing of finger quest inside, drawing a sigh to groan as Sev shifts.

Setting the bottle aside, he aims his narrowed head at the eased muscle. "Ready?"

Sev nods, a hand reaching to pull his leg up against his chest to given Lucif better space to work – watching down as the clawed palm directs the girth. A gasp rolls through his throat as the first push is made, partly squeezing around the massive intrusion.

“Easy,” he rumbles, keeping himself direct as the girth slowly begins to take – working itself inwards as Sev’s muscles begin to relax, stretching to take the accumulative pressure as he reclines with a sigh.

Small, pleasant sounds creak from Sev as more of Lucif finds its way inside him, hands curling into pillows and sheets as the other hums. Claws stroking around the penetrated muscles announce enough has made it in so he can't squeeze it all out, rewarded as a thumbed claw coaxes through the rift of his pseudophallus.

"There we go," sighs, Lucif holding pause as he feels Sev's grip around his girth; watching the hung gasp jaw as half of him still remains between their bodies, where his own claspers wander for hold just a breath away from Sev’s own. "You've taken half of me, sunshine," he purrs as Sev's free leg hangs over his hip. "How're you doing, should I adjust? Got a lot of pressure in there.”

"Hmph," Sev grunts, hoofpads curling as his hips hitch, "aims not right for you," he sighs, squeezing Lucif's leg that keeps them together, "few gentle thrusts will correct that - towards my left side." His left leg hangs over the strong thigh, taken by a just as strong hand and laid to shoulder once more. "Then we can work the rest of you in."

Tempted by the distance, Lucif rests his plated face against Sev's. Their breathing shared. "Just tell me when I should stop and give you a breather." Part romance, part taunts, Sev pushes his head away with a chuff.

"I'll try to do some of the work," grunts, shifting onto his elbow as Lucif rolls his hips. Gentle thrusts that warm his insides, held captive by his hips as his fingers ply at where their bodies meet. He can feel every thrust inside and out, anchoring himself to redirect the erection in the right path.

He falters as it does - slipping in sudden as it finds into his guts proper.

"Lucif," bubbles as his legs squeeze, back held arched as their bodies shudder to completion. "Fuck, your dick," whimpers as his hand reaches to his exposed side, almost feeling the mass move his palm before the larger pachy settles.

He huffs, “you good?” Sev holds around him tight, by muscles and claspers as they try to intertwine, prehensile muscles gripping as best they can.

"You good?"

Sev nods. "Fuck me up."

One hand holds Sev’s thigh complete against his stomach as he begins to move - thrusting in deep resounds as ever closer their bodies begin to fully meet. Muscles laid lax in submission, made easy in the lubricated motions as he fills the older pachy stomach deep. Welcomed as Sev lies back, knuckles balling into the sheets as they huff and groan eager to meet. A hand pushes against Sev’s stomach as a thrust is made, palm cupping against the intestinal churn as Lucif presses their hips together - the bulge felt beneath the furred side. “Put your hand here, sunshine,” rumbles as he holds pause - pouch-open balls resting on Sev’s tail.

“Fuck,” Sev gurgles, palming over the shifting girth as the larger pachy begins to move - feeling the swell of the broad head inside and out as it arrows through his guts. Curling, he rubs over the bulge in his body, following Lucif’s thrusts as he pulls a pillow against his head, gasping as they’re slapped together. Rolling, rocking, breathing close, Lucif kisses his throat, rumbling quiet pleasantries in the space as they hold firm, enamored as their hips remain met. Each muscle clench draws sighs, exhales made partial as the weak erection twitches between them.

It's taken by Lucif’s palm, a clawed thumb coaxing between the rift.

“Lucif,” sighs as they push together deep, thrust drawn hard as their bodies clash. It forces his body to bounce along the sheets, to gasp and groan as he struggles to hold the pillow, the sheets, for something to hold onto as again and again as he takes the broad swell pressed inside him. He grabs back, staring down as his own perk is stroked inside and out, pressed hard by the clawed grip.

“Come here,” growls as Lucif pulls him close, holding them together as they roll over, switching places as he rests back, hands pushing Sev to sit around the overwhelming erection that still sits perk and filling. Sev buckles as he sits straddle, hips trembling as they buck, thrusting his sensitive pseudophallus on Lucif’s thigh as he can feel the hum of the plug. “Show me what’cha got,” sneers as he watches the smaller pachy buckle, arms pulling around his knee as his own hips shift, gently bouncing Sev as he kneels partly.

“Oh, shut up,” he grunts, forcing himself to uncomfortably sit before finding his own comfortable space, leaning back on Lucif’s thigh as he pushes himself down around the filling girth as his head falters back, groaning open to quiver his breath. He’s only able to shift so much as his legs quiver, shaking as he pulls himself up along the heaved leg before dropping back to completion, clutching onto Lucif’s thigh, fingers digging into featherfur. “Fuck,” one shakes back to his side, cradling the sensation of Lucif’s swollen girth as he ruts, “just take over, I can’t do this right now. Legs are shaking.”

“Bent over the bed, or still on it?” Lucif breathes, hands grazing over Sev’s body as he continues to ride.

A huff. “Just roll me back to where I was and fuck my ass.”

With a rumbling purr, Lucif pulls them together, “as you wish, sunshine.”

Both rolling back, Lucif leans over Sev, kissing along neck and spine.

Sev, holding the sheets tight, lies on his stomach, hips turned into Lucif and quivers as half pulls itself free, leaving him feeling vacant before hips slam into his own. A wet slap of open pouches slick with the saturation of lubricant and Sev’s own fluids spread between, made ever more audible as Lucif anchors himself in place, knees dug into the sheets as Sev lies out before him, tail held high and staring back.

He takes grip of the risen tail, stroking the underside arch as again he thrusts. Using Sev’s tail as the guide as he pulls half free. In the space of time, Lucif spreads additional lube over his shaft and spreads it over Sev’s ass, petting the lax muscles before returning in earnest, slapping them complete together as his tongue curls free.

Curling his arms around the cushions, Sev muffles his adamant pleas as his body is pilfered by Lucif’s own. Slapping his hips to arch as he gives in, a hand reaching back to hold against the other’s stomach as his hips are held tight, claws dug against skin as their bodies meet again and again. Fluid drips between them, messing the bed as Lucif’s tail hangs high behind and over Sev’s trembling legs. Motions that are heavy, loud, overwhelming as they begin to falter in pose, dropping down to the bed as Lucif’s maw grips Sev’s nape, sharp teeth careful as he pulls the scruff, slamming in deep before their motions halt - Sev gasps as warmth fills his guts. In effect his muscles draw clenched, contracting his pseudophallus to twitch with an empty orgasm as he remains caged beneath Lucif, in the afterglow as the thrusts are drawn romantic, easing free with every slow exhale.

Shivering, while Lucif moves back to kneel, Sev tries to pull himself free; his hand presses around the curve of his ass as he tries to swivel away from the filling girth. He moves to lie on his side, leg curled away as Lucif pants above him, massaging his side with tender kisses over plates. “Want your hole back?” mocks a smile, arms curling beneath the hanging leg.

“Please,” Sev grunts, unable to move more as he lies exhausted, muscles squeezing the remaining girth and swell that lies inside. “So I can clean up and we can cuddle,” admits, arms curling around the larger pachy’s neck, pulling so their faces can meet and mismatch the space of their hips.

And, as Lucif departs, pulling himself from Sev’s body.

He feels empty, sighing with a weak squeeze as cum leaks down his body. Thick as ever as Lucif grabs some rags and discards the plug.

“You look beautiful all fucked like this,” purrs with a plate-kiss, “still want to give you a proper breeding once we can get the right serum. Leave you leaking all over and absolutely fucked out.” He kneels at the side of the bed, wiping his own body clean as Sev tends to himself.

Resting among their sheets, tossing the rag aside once he’s done, Sev makes space for Lucif to curl beside him. “Honestly, I wouldn’t mind something like that again,” and holds the other pachy close, arms curling around the broad neck as teeth kiss along his scarred neck. “Fucking blazed out my mind, high as hell and roughly filled to pleasant bliss,” curls a sigh, letting his legs lie over the broad thighs as they lie complete together beneath the low lights.