Marmorea Aurum - Tender Heart [-4-]
An amorous worship with claw trace; breath exchange as hands pry
Explicit content: Body worship, teasing through clothing, oral (vulva & dick), vaginal penetration, missionary
It’s only when hands splay over their soft features does Malaphin’s visual senses return, glancing upwards as Warren leans above him. A kiss presses to forehead, “feeling good?” Warren asks softly, encircling his arms over the seams that line the chimera’s chest – they’re sensitive beneath his touch, twitching beneath finger presses.
Claws pull through Warren’s hair, dancing over the bonespurs as the hair is moved from their meeting sight. “Better than ever,” sighs, easing Warren down into a kiss. “Guessing from what you’ve put on, you want somebody worship this time?” Lips meeting.
It takes a moment before Warren pulls back, “perhaps. Be bathed in sunlight while you eat me out,” Warren teases, elbows pressed against the couch as he shifts. “Going to give the elixir a try, see whatever we get into.”
“Good idea,” Malaphin releases Warren, and glances back as the ossisgari walks up into the kitchen space, pulling down a package from atop the fridge.
A slight concern does mark the chimera’s visage as Warren undoes the packaging – a secondary box housed beneath the padding, marked with an insignia he might have seen long before. From where, he’s not certain, and shoves it aside as he watches Warren take a quick sip; a grimace made before taking a second gulp for certain.
“Horrible,” Warren grunts, packaging it back onto the countertop as he chases it down with juice.
“You know how potions are,” the chimera chuckles, looking back to the windows. Behind, glass taps against tile.
Warren leans down over the couch again, exhaling through the vents lining his throat. “Will take a few moments until it finally kicks in,” his chin rests within palm.
“Probably,” Malaphin glances over, “until then, want some of that worship?”
With a grin, Warren leans over and plants a kiss. “Of course, I do,” he sighs. Moving around, hand pressing Malaphin down against the couch, his draconic strength teases as he moves to kneel against the chimera, leaning back into a kiss that returns, hands pulling around his hips. “I missed having the space to let us just do whatever.”
Malaphin pushes Warren away – just enough to grant him entry to Warren’s throat, kissing the furl of throat vents. “As have I; don’t have to worry about us getting caught because you get so vocal.”
“I can’t help it,” Warren sighs, embracing the mouth at his throat, teeth grazing his sensitive breaths. “It’s just in my nature.”
Malaphin snorts. And motion for motion, they both stand.
Hands meet Warren’s torso as they move back to the window – Warren leans against the railing as Malaphin’s mouth continues against his throat, sucking at his sensitive tissue, coaxing the ossisgari to sigh. “Need to remember to make you come from kisses and nips alone sometime,” Malaphin chuckles, breathing against Warren’s throat.
“Probably,” Warren sighs, torso arching towards the fingers that glide against the vents lining his ribs, where a press of tissue draws the muscles there to twitch. “Knowing you, might even need to tie me up – get my arms behind my back, unable to squirm,” his breath hitches as fingers spread his rib-vent flesh.
“Yeah,” chuckles. Malaphin pulls away just enough so they can meet eye to eye, “get you all riled up, begging to cum.”
There’s a sarcastic eye roll, a grin plastering the ossisgari’s face. “Always with the pleads,” he exhales, hands finding fixture on the railing as his back lies against the glass – his thighs divided against Malaphin’s.
The chimera returns to his throat with a purr, hands splaying over Warren’s spine and along the rifts. “Oh, come on,” he faints feeling hurt, “I know you like it, being brought to tremble so completely. The powerful Diviyoni-Jacob Warren, the Capaxisilex of Mars, enjoying nothing more than to expressing the need to be dominated.” He chuckles, hand returning to the hemline of Warren’s shirt, pulling it taut over the soft stomach.
A short laugh, and Warren eases himself against the cupped palms. “I’m no Capaxisilex,” and his title protest is met with a kiss, fulfilling it as he pulls his hand to Malaphin’s nape, fingers drifting over the implant scar.
“You are, Divi; you’ve survived so much shit others would not have. You more than deserve the title,” Malaphin’s hands release for a moment, returning to thumb over Warren’s gut and cupping along his hips – thumbs catching in the hem of his pants. “To me, you are a capaxi, a capaxisilex and prince of all things stone and magma.” He breathes against Warren’s neck, kissing down over the exposed collarbone as their bodies pressed together – his shoulders arching forward beneath the fingers that trace down the sigh of back plates, roaming and tracing down the plates of his back.
They gently rattle under Warren’s palms as they continue to trail, where they move down to stroke over the smooth divisions that coil the chimera’s arms – their hands meeting at his hips, pressing them down into his pants. “Tell me more,” he exhales as space breathes between them, his hips shifting to meet Malaphin’s hands as they pull around him, claws moving to triangle around the flicker of his fibrous tail – freeing it from pants.
Their heads pressing, a grin shares. Golden sight glancing upwards to meet sky blue.
Warren stands still slightly taller as he rolls back into the hands that pull his pants from his ass, sliding them downwards as kisses return to his throat, taking grip of the sensitive tissue with a rumbling purr. He rests himself back against the railing as the grip of clawed palms roam over his rear, cupping him in a teasing spread before they’re released – the hands returning to tail before they divert. One dances up Warren’s spine, petting against the rifts centering at the lumbar region as the other moves forth – downwards as their mouths meet in a kiss, indulging together as a groan sinks from one into the other.
A hand holds Malaphin close as they separate for the faint of breath, sights meeting lull and half lid.
Mouth returns down against Warren’s exposed throat, leaning back against the glass that makes his support, sinking into the hand as it strokes his crotch – his clothing buffering the touch. “Malik,” he exhales, tail flickering as his ass hangs partly exposed – taken by the hand once at his spine. A shuffle of his thighs eases wider, wanting for more as he feels his seam begin to split.
“Diviyoni,” Malaphin sighs in return, sucking against a sensitive point that draws Warren to tremble against his palms. “You look beautiful in this light,” purrs against the ossisgari’s throat, “like oiled sands on a sun kissed beach in an evening sunset.” Hands pull upwards, departing Warren’s body back to his vents, spreading them beneath his shirt – pressing against sensitive tissue. Warren squirms beneath them, holding himself back as the mouth departs his throat. Where they return into a meeting kiss, claws dancing along Warren’s soft muscular form. “I love the way you move, how your muscles and strides match that of any untamed forest,” and their hands meet down over hip, fingers dancing Warren’s pants downwards – just enough to allow the peak of the dark pigmentation that marks lower anatomy. Just enough room for a hand to press itself downwards as they meet into a press of foreheads, breathing shared.
“Would you say I’m a titan?” Warren chides, capturing the chimera’s mouth with his own as a groan becomes shared. A hand holds cupped over his groin, fingers spreading against the sensitive white as strokes move downwards for an opening – another hand pulls around his back, pressing forward as the glass lies at Warren’s back.
“You’ve got the strength of one,” Malaphin rumbles as their mouths depart – golden tendrils left in the wake of the deep kiss returning from Warren’s sigh. “All that magmatic heat you have inside you, just waiting to be released – you’re like a volcano,” he jokes, stroking Warren’s opening folds that lie obscured by pants, where the shuffle of hips adjust forward drawn by the white tangles reaching back.
“Just waiting to erupt,” Warren sighs, drawing himself into the kissing that marks his throat as he leans backwards, head lied against the glass with a softened groan. Fingers press against his crafted biology – at his discretion as the coiling white holds open for the stroking palm that moves to thrust, stroking his glans in the same slow motions. “Ah fuck, Malik,” draws a groan as two turn to three, held in place, coaxing him to ride around them as the kisses continue to roam his throat.
“Want me down there, don’t you?” Malaphin taunts, tangles of golden tendrils grazing Warren’s throat white, kissing over as the fingers continue to stroke. They stroke upwards, spreading him out against his pants before collecting over the twitch of glans, moving saturating fluid downwards inside. “Kissing you, sucking you,” rumbles, pressing Warren’s back against the railing. “Giving you everything you want down there; tendrils wrapping in your coils, tongue fucking you to shiver as you hold my head in place.”
Hand held against the back of Malaphin’s neck, Warren holds him close.
A sigh shakes from him as his head lies back against the glass, throat exposed as the gentle strokes continue over his sensitive white. His only other support lies in his hand held against the railing as he sinks into the palm, legs giving in as his hips motion to roll against the finger thrusts. “More than anything,” he groans, eyes half-lid, “but fuck, those claws of yours are giving me a good stretch,” he chuckles, grown aware of the heat flushing his cheeks.
A smile meets Warren’s collarbone, “could stretch you even more, since we have the time now,” golden eyes flickering from skin to skyline; beyond the window where Warren leans back against, where the view of the city lies beyond and their own activities buffered from external view. “Should turn you around, press you up against the glass.”
Warren laughs, “we have time to do multiple things,” chides, aching himself around the spreading fingers, wanting to be rid of his pants. “As long as you eat me out, I’m down for it.”
A rumble rolls through Malaphin, hand departing wet white for Warren’s hips. “Should you turn around, I shall,” purrs, mouth leaning against throat.
“Fuck, why not,” sighs in return.
Warren follows the motion as his grip on the railing adjusts, pulling over a draping tapestry to lie against – there’s just enough space between it and the glass for him to lean as claws guide his hips backwards, bared ass pressing against slacks as his tail flickers. Their pelvises meet as the chimera allows their features to flux – their heights matching save for the few centimeters as boots are kicked aside.
A forward bump draws Warren to snort, exhaling as a hand slides beneath his pants as claws hold at his hips. Malaphin presses against his back, moving him so his face lies pressed against the glass. “Stay there,” Malaphin purrs against his nape, stroking down a spread of Warren’s white, teasing the twitch of perking glans.
“Alright,” Warren snorts, sinking against the hands as they mirror over his hips – where they dance over his rifted thighs, pushing pants down with the pressure of thumb and palms. His nerves make a sudden jolt as a mouth kisses beneath the underside junction of his tail, hands returning over his legs as he shuffles to heave pelvis backwards, meeting the hands that hold him exposed to the kiss of golden tendrils. They quest beyond the flicker of his arching tail, past the nervous muscular squeeze before grazing towards the white coil tangle – where a sigh yanks through his lungs.
His breath fogs the glass before him as they become captivated by the golden, sucked and entwined from behind – his thighs are guided further apart as he tries to press against the tender draw. “Oah, fuck, Malik,” he breathes through his vents, quiver as he’s motioned back into the mouth, hands folding against the railing with a groan.
Behind him, he can feel Malaphin purr; it rumbles through into vibrations inside him, drawing another tremble through his spine as his reflection stares back at him through the glass. Flushed, a slight embarrassment coats him; publicly unseen. Thrusts of golden tendrils divert his anxiety, arousal overtaking his self-conscious notions as he gazes out into the environment – begging himself back into his partner’s mouth, a hand pulling through his hair with a sigh.
‘Want more of it, don’t you?’ the chimera teases through their intimate relay, withdrawing chimeric tongues, “taken by my mouth, sucking and thrusting until your legs are brought to tremble.”
“Oh, fuck would I, Malik,” Warren sighs, welcoming the kiss of tendrils back into his body with a leveled groan against the glass, eyes lazy and closed. “Want nothing more than to be kissed all over by those tendril tongues of yours.” He heaves heat, vents exuding steam as he breathes – features resign flushed and blushing as the elixir starts to take hold, drawing his attention only to the wet touches between his legs. He pulls himself back against the thrust with a moan, arms pushing to cross over the railing as his head crests against them, trying to look back over himself.
And the tongues withdraw, mouth pulling back – Warren can’t help but shiver as his body is left abandoned for a moment, waiting for more even as hands roam over his thighs instead. Claws spread over the rifts that line his thighs as the mouth returns upwards, kissing his rear as fingers touch his split mound, spreading the seam of white as one pushes forth, cradling his erection muscles. Hips ease him forth once more against the glass, Malaphin breathing against his neck, kissing with a rumbling growl. “Not enough space for me down there, you’ll have to turn around.
A slight irritation lines Warren’s thoughts, but he leans himself into the hands as they move to his hips, rolling over with ease as palms dance over his skin.
He takes the chimera’s face into his hands, pulling Malaphin into a kiss. “I want you to kiss me more,” he huffs, squirming as his coils seek attention, grazing over one another in search between his legs. “Leave trails on me,” steam furls from his vents, leaning backwards against the rail and glass. “I want to feel your worship, Malik. I want those kisses, those nips all down me,” he heaves, removing a hand to guide Malaphin down towards his coils.
“Someone’s impatient,” Malaphin rumbles; and removes his hands from the wanting coils as the ossisgari growls. “I’ll get to it,” hums, pressing up into a kiss with tendrils, “don’t worry, love.” Hands graze along Warren’s sides, pulling his pants back up and into place, shunting the wanton coils away as they indulge with a filling kiss. It draws throat vents to compensate as sight presses tight, leaving Warren to gasp for breath as he arches up against the chimera. His hands tight around the railing.
Claws dance over Warren’s skin as the shirt is pulled up over Warren’s chest – meeting a nipple with a gentle rumble. “Chest, vents, your stomach and thighs.” Smiles, hands moving downwards to hips at first, “I’ll make full samples of your petrichor,” they kiss again, a hand cupping against the print of needing coils.
Biting against the fabric, he can’t help but moan as his coils try to hold the fingers pressing over his groin – rutting against fabric as he watches the chimera descend to his chest.
Golden tendrils trace over the space of his sternum, dancing over the banding that marks where his primary tones intersect and direct towards his rib-bound vents. A shivering groan responds as tendril tongues meet against one, raising against the saliva glances as below fingers continue to pet – and Warren rides the palm, granting space for Malaphin to continue the kisses and nips. Teeth press against the sensitive white flesh of the ossisgari’s vents, where they take general interest in whatever they can find hold. Sucking it, kneading it, they draw Warren’s mouth to hang agape, eyes slipping shut as he indulges in the attention.
Eyes drooping open, Warren watches as the motions move from vents to chest once more – where attention arises to the perk of flesh, taken in by coiling gold and sucking out a groan as he sinks around the pleading hand below. “Malik,” he sighs, aching himself against as a hand pulls against his back.
“Stay still,” Malaphin whispers with a smile, kissing Warren’s pec. “Hard to keep coordinated if you move around so much,” hums.
A small snarl, brows crossing in impatience. “Fuck,” he huffs, hips grinding against the palm held beyond his leggings, coils enrapturing around each other as the wrist remains out of reach. “I want you so badly, baby,” he groans, shivering, “has to be the elixir,” he laughs.
“Hold still, and I’ll give you it twice over. Don’t worry.”
“I’m trying,” he whines, head thumping back against the glass. “But fuck, your hand,” he huffs.
“I’ll remove it then,” Malaphin presses a kiss against pec, and pulls back with a small smile. “You taste delicious, by the way” he purrs, hand splaying against gut as he takes another kiss against vent.
Mouth grazing, their sights meet – and with a grunt Warren’s head lands back against the glass, entirely flushed as his coils suffer as they’re left to their own devices as they slide against the other – begging a sigh as his body sates itself in the tangles. Printing themselves into an erection restrained by his pants.
Tongue kisses continue over his skin as the white coils graze over his sensitive glans, tangling amongst themselves as teeth press to nip at his chest, granted with attention to nipples and vents as he breathes and sighs, whispering pleas beneath his breath as hands wring against the railing. Leaning backwards, Warren grants himself in full towards Malaphin’s mouth, giving in under the golden tendrils that move over his soft stomach that belies his strength. Hands spread against his stomach as the mouth moves upwards once more, kissing his vents again, tracing them before returning down… down for the mouth to press against the dent of his lower stomach.
Hands spread beside it, lifting his belly – Warren begs, leaning towards his aroused salvation.
So close…
Hands graze around his hips as a rumble coaxes beneath the weight of his stomach, fingers spreading around the rifts of his thighs.
“Malik,” he groans; a hand quests forward, finding the head of braids. Wanting.
Thighs shuffle apart – restrained only by pants as he stares down, erection twitching beneath the fabric.
He sinks to recline against the glass as he watches the chimera kiss his stomach, as palms dance against his pants as the graze of tendrils trace over thighs. Clouds of black aches over his sclera as he watches the dancing gold, restraining a whimper as mouth breathes over the print of his struggling coils.
Within the shadows and the backlight, Malaphin’s path is accentuated by the faint glow of the restrained coils. The golden traces bares against the dark fabric, mouth easing to the opposing hip as a thumb roams over – stroking the head of his glans beneath the fabric. A playful smile traces, purring at hip as an opposing palm presses between fabric and skin.
Head lying against the glass, all Warren can do is whimper as his eyes ease shut – his body clenches, drafting him to twitch and groan. Steam heaves through his throat, chest, mouth, and bonespurs as the wet hair sticks to his skin. “Malik, fuck,” teeth bite into an open groan.
Grazing over the withheld erection, Malaphin purrs, teasing as the pants pull over ass at last, thumbs hooking over the fabric just enough for the glance of the coil girth to peak. Breath against it, begging another whimper and hip shiver, it pulls free at last, twitching before golden encase it – taken fully into mouth. Purrs rumble a whimper, hand splaying over the glance of seam as the rest of pants are pulled down to expose the sensitive glow.
“Fuck,” is all Warren shivers, aching himself into the mouth around his glans, around the eased form of his erection connecting to his sensitive folds. Heat exhales from his flaring vents with each simmering gasp, tendrils encasing around him, sucking him firm yet gentle as his legs are pressed open by desire. A hand hooks at his crotch, a clawed thumb questing between his folds. “Malik,” whispers, “more,” whimpers.
Mouth drawing away, lips kiss the tip. “Of course, my dearest Divi,” Malaphin purrs, hands trailing over the rift-laden hips, touching over the seeking tendrils that try to hold them in place. Face pressing forward, a rumble. “I’m going to suck up everything you leave behind,” tendrils take back over coils – begging forth a sigh as Warren is taken in once more, tasting him once again beneath the twitching ache. “Every last drop of you,” purrs forth, mouth cupping against entrance – face burying into a kiss of flesh just within the coil tracing against their face. Liquid traces over jaws and cheeks as tendrils make their intimate presses, hips clashing against face as a whisper steams, hands curling against braids.
Pulling back, Malaphin cleans his face.
And it returns once more with an adamant rumble as they take Warren into their mouth – hands pressing Warren’s hips back against the railing as part of their appearance fades.
Hands try to find fixture as the rearward arch of copper tone horns remain pronounced, palms pressing over the difference of skin and the firm flesh that would make the chimera’s sectional features. There’s just enough give for Warren’s hands to find something to hold onto as his hips give into the attention, spine pressing into an arch as his shoulders stress against the glass.
Firm thrusts of golden tendrils draw his legs to quake as the exploration continues below; a mouth continuing to take in his body as they’re drawn beyond the tendril collective. Dueling motions make it difficult to keep his position – a hand lashes back to the railing at the crook of his spine, hand fighting around it, holding tight. His head falters, back begging against the glass as he gasps – the flare of bonespurs pronounced beneath his curls. “Oh fuck, Aurum, more of them, please,” his jaw quakes, “fuck, fill me up,” his hips lurch, hand pulling Malaphin against his aching body.
A growl huffs below him, hands holding around his hips fierce before he’s pulled and pushed upwards – opening him up more as his legs stretch, pinning himself upwards as his body shuffles to find placement; not stability, placement around the thrusts that press into his body and the strokes around his erection. His white coils grasp around the chimera’s features as his breathing hitches – gasping – they hold against whatever they can.
Pulling back, Malaphin looks up to the huff looking them down – their lower jaw readjusts from the split needed to facilitate the overwhelming tendrils that slip back into their mouth. A solid form tongue licks their features clean; a smile as the visage remains a mix of chimeric and human. “Not just yet,” Malaphin trails himself upwards over Warren’s body – hands still at hip. “Can’t have you falling with my face buried in your crotch – let’s go to the couch."
Against his thigh, Warren can feel his partner’s pressing erection. And smiles, “enjoying tormenting me, aren’t you?”
“What, is there any other way?” Malaphin kisses Warren’s sweat stressed face, guiding a strand from his mouth. “I don’t want you to bust something.”
“I mean your erection, jackass,” Warren smiles; his coils making the search against pants – undoing the zipper. “But fine, let’s go to the couch and play.”
A chuckle, Malaphin presses Warren back to the glass with a kiss.
Hands dance over hips as they release each other; it’s only for a moment as Warren pulls his leggings up just enough where he can comfortably walk, dropping back onto the couch with Malaphin in tow on top of him. Hands continue to quest as they find their postures – Warren reclining back, Malaphin half knelt beside him as they pull into a kiss.
Legs initially lying in a stretch, Warren’s crotch lies partly exposed as white coils press it downwards, just enough to welcome a clawed hand to find its return, spreading the glowing flesh against the fabric. A pair of sighs breathe between them as their lips depart; one a gasp of breath as their foreheads lie together, sights met as saliva connects their mouths. A hand finally between them finally finds focus as another holds against their back– the chimera pulled free of their pants, warm within Warren’s palm.
Two hands stroke as one is held at Warren’s crotch; he kicks a foot up, anchoring claw at the edge of the cushioning as he holds himself in a spread for the questing hand that strokes him inside, over coils, taking grip of his erection as the coils fully adhere to the underside as the girth sits perk. A moan is breathed into mouth as they kiss once more – a hand held into hair as the other grips at neck, pulling close as they shift.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you’re sweating, Divi,” Malaphin growls as tendrils trace against Warren’s throat, mouth finding fixture in the neck-bound sighs. “Your flush, fuck,” kisses, hand cupping against the white coils that hold their hand again close.
“You owe me a shower,” Warren remarks, taking grip of the chimera’s mouth with his own – kissing smiles. “At least it’s just sweat; fuck, that elixir,” he hums, hand gripping around the stern head of the chimera’s erection, “just touching got me wanting. Don’t think your mouth will be enough today,” he laughs, hand cupping Malaphin’s stomach, pushing erection downwards towards the couch.
Shifting, Malaphin pushes themselves towards the petting hand as their leg becomes wedged against the cushion, “likely, given the heat you’re given off. Sure you aren’t just in heat?”
Warren laughs, struggling to keep from just outright pulling off his pants, shoving Malaphin against the couch and just riding himself out to exhaustion. “Maybe, who knows. Been forever since I last checked.” He takes a grip of the erection again, hand coaxing around the subtle knot before reaching towards the petaled balls that lie just beneath – soft against his palm. “Fuck, how long has it been since we’ve been this active?”
“Before then,” Malaphin sighs against Warren’s throat, “you’ve taken care of yourself in the meantime, aside from the quickie a month ago.” Their hand spreads Warren once more, petting and cupping inside the warm opening just beyond the coil-craft labia and seam split – where they arch upwards into the erection that lies against Warren’s stomach. “Don’t suppose you’re up for that, I take it?”
Warren rests into the hand, shuffling to push the leggings down by pulling himself up the couch. “Fuck,” he sighs, curling himself against Malaphin’s throat as he holds himself close. “Nah, probably just where you’ve been kissing me, right in my cunt.” An emphasis is made as the fingers inside him stroke upwards, grazing over the coils, “fuck, want in your mouth more than that right now.” His hand relents from Malaphin’s neck, pulling around to wedge a finger in the chimera’s mouth as the tendrils kiss back – mouth held open where he can see the swarm that lies just beneath the human features and chimeric aspects.
Drawn back, Malaphin takes the thumb into a wrapping of tendrils. “I’m down for you blowing a load in me if I can in you,” and the kiss moves to Warren’s temple as the hand pulls back, pressing up into a sit. “Wouldn’t mind you blowing me either – the rail was too insecure.”
Warren laughs, easing himself upwards as both hands rest at the plate on Malaphin’s back. “Taking me up on a belated offer,” he chides, giving into his desire, fingers balling at the hem of his leggings. “Get these off me already, so we can blow our loads before I start dripping magma.”
A kiss shares between them, a smile left behind as Warren gasps from the tendril swarm as his throat aches – coughing as he watches Malaphin move from the couch.
Steam aches from his sides as his legs are directed out of his control – hands clutching at the edge of the couch as the scaled claws meet over his bare ankles, questing up his legs to his outer thighs as the chimera leans over him – shadowing him as between them his white sits in a glow. There’s a kiss, and a huff as his legs find placement – hocks pressing against the cushioning, easing himself into a better position as his head is crooked against his chest.
Their bodies meet first groin to groin; Warren’s hand reaches down, pointing his erection towards the other as they make contact of girth to girth.
A tease is made with a rumble – enough to draw a sigh from the ossisgari, barely entered by the golden before it departs – replaced by mouth once more. Claws hold his thighs spread, held exposed to the kisses that swarm into his body, pressing against his walls as a hand grips against head. “Malik… Malaphin,” he groans, erection twitching, watching the indulgences as he fights his shirt, a free hand spreading a sensitive chest vent. “Oh babe, fuck,” lip quivers.
Hands shift over Warren’s thighs, claws find fixture and pulling them over shoulders as soft plates arch up against them. Inner presses depart as the chimera pulls back; attention turned to the erection in full as golden tendrils relent – wrapping around the coil-crafted base. Labia up to underside they pressure and wrap, stroking from base to tip and begging air to exhaust from simmering magmatic lungs. The actions are sanctioned in the glowing white, activity accentuated in the dark lighting as the only other halos around the chimera’s head – just where hands place themselves, pulling towards with a gasping, whining want. Tension hung with a gasp.
“Please,” begs a whisper, “please put me in your mouth, baby,” whines with a trembling need. “I want you around my dick, not inside me right now,” steam huffs between teeth held gnashed, brows held taut as eyes press shut, slitting open flushed.
Malaphin purrs, pressing erection up against a soft stomach. “I’ll provide both, and keep focus on your dick, dearest Divi,” teeth roam over glans, kissing as quadrants breath forth and split – and shift, taking Warren in completely to base, lower jaw splitting as tendrils press within as hips surge fulfilled. As gasps breath tendrils swell against walls, pressuring around a bodily embrace as others pulse around Warren’s member. Enrapturing, indulging, the flexes of slender muscles draw whines, whimpering proclaims, curses as legs try to crest against plated back, hands balling against the couch.
“Malik – Mal,” whimpers as back arches forth, hands gripping against head. “Malaphin,” growls through draconic vibrations, pushing the chimera against his crotch even as teeth already press against his white glow seam, as far as they can without becoming bitten down and breaking into inky flesh. “Fuck… oh Aurum, fuck, your mouth,” trembles from lips, head arching back into the couch as gasping expressions hang free.
Steam breaks through his breath, seeping between his teeth as they sit gnashed with every tight thrust held around his erection and within his body. “Mhn, tighter,” he whimpers, begging towards mouth, hands pulling against back as his legs recoil, fussing against plated back and spine. “Malaphin,” his voice draws a quiver, hand fighting himself into a lean, hand holding between the arch of horns as his pelvis hitches – so close.
It’s for a moment that tendrils withdraw – languishing the ossisgari to gasp as his eyes glare downwards… mouth coursed into a whimpering snarl as sweat stings his skin. But the sight meeting him flushes him further, hips buckling towards the meeting of tendrils as they draw around his perked erection, drawing him upwards against the divide of drafted tissue. A rutting that’s drawn firm as the tissue begins to split, briefed by a roll that carries through Malaphin as half of their face splits.
And takes Warren back in full, surging the lower jaw-held penetration to draw into full within.
“Malaphin,” Warren whimpers, legs contorting, thighs pressing against the head between. “Fuck, Mal,” he gasps, steam seeping through vents, mouth, bonespurs as his hand claws against the copper-tone head. Pressing for more, fulfilled as the swarm holds him and fucks him at once. Hips fuss towards them, trembling and nudging wanton thrusts, “fuck, please…! I’mma fuckin-mhn!” Trembles.
It bolsters with a swell as the tangles slip within and around, overtaking the overwhelmed never endings, surging towards the edge with a begging quiver. Muscles are held stung around the tendril intrusion and submission, a divided orgasm thrust as sweat drips from Warren’s brow; mouth hung open for a moment before gnashing, snorting and releasing a draconic bellow. Walls hold the tendrils as they flex with each exhale, the overfill of ejaculate white oozing between the draw of golden slick tendrils as they draft and draw.
Withdrawing with a wet kiss as Warren remains speechless as tendrils tend around erection, clearing the orgasmic juices from the muscular twitches.
Ever so attentive; Warren barely makes a laugh as he forces his eyes to slip open, stung with the mild frustrated tears as his nerves still scream in his groin – amplified by the after-orgasm ache. “Fuck,” is all he can manage with a sigh, resting back against the couch as he watches Malaphin rise from his groin. His half-flaccid member rests against his hip. “Fe-feel free to heave me over,” he laughs, pulling a hand to clear hair from his face. “Guess I’m already for more, with the elixir.”
Malaphin returns to his head with a lean, hands holding at sweat soaked and hair streaked cheeks. “No, we’re giving it a moment,” and kisses Warren’s temple, a lips pressing hair from skin. “Let your head clear up, don’t need you cum-toxicated.”
“Speak for yourself,” Warren jokes, pulling the chimera’s head against his own, “you just swallowed my load, and fucked me all at once.” He grins, hand fiddling down to meet his body and spreading himself in anticipation; Malaphin’s erection lays against his hip warm. “I’ll take a minute, then I’ll work you from your pants.”
A snort rises from Malaphin, clearing hair from Warren’s mouth as their foreheads rest. “Fine, fine, but we’re going to take it easy when we fuck, alright? Don’t exactly know if the elixir has side effects.”
“As long as you’ll blow a load in me, I’ll be fine,” Warren smirks. “It’s just a libido booster, and it's been working fine so far,” he snorts, a hand pulling up against the chimera’s nape. A lick of golden tendrils meets in return, granted inwards by an open mouth – swarming down into his throat in a pressing squeeze.
Warren’s hands hold behind the golden spurs, pulling them close as he lies back against the couch as his throat vents compensate for his pressed air passage – esophagus filled with the spurred golden thrust.
A gasp is left in the wake as saliva traces between them.
As Malaphin pulls back Warren leans forward, pushing himself to sit at the edge of the couch as his hands work against the slacks – erection already pulled free. Claws help him in earnest, pushing them down and away from groin as Warren’s hands find themselves against the brief fur and smooth skin, cradling them as he forces himself to sit comfortably. Petal folds are toyed with between his fingers as his mouth finds against the erection, kissing along the sleek and self-lubricated flesh.
Mouth slicken with lingered saliva he moves to the crest of base and sack, cradling them into a kiss as claws free hair from his face. “Don’t choke on it,” jokes as hair is curled over bonespurs, moved back into a brief braiding to free his face.
Warren smiles, hand taking focus as he leans into the manipulation of hair – allowing as his wrist strokes over the dynamic girth. From base to flaring tip his fingers become slicken and messed, mouth moving to meet them as the messy braid lays to one side – they can deal with it later. If it comes undone, it comes undone; he sighs as he roams across underside. His head gripped by hair. “Oh, don’t worry, it needs the exercise.”
After taking a moment to exhale, his mouth presses around the chimera as lips overtake foreskin, taking head inwards towards the back of his throat before a chuff – much less flexible compared to the tendrils that swarm his throat.
His charcoal black tongue sits pressed beneath the girth before he pulls back, a momentary gasp before he tries again, gagging as it makes it past his reflex, lips held around base as he holds himself there – hand pressing him firm. One of his own retreats down to his own body as he pulls back, breathing around the girth with a minor vent-drawn heave before he fills his mouth once more with a choke.
“Divi,” the chimera hums, watching as Warren works around them. Their hands fixes hair from face, watching as the slight swell of a knot grows more pronounced after each slow bob – indulged as lips take around them. “Careful, babe,” sighs as their claws guide their erection to perk in place.
Pulling back, Warren laughs, swallowing with a stretched throat. “Forgot how fucking massive you are,” he chides as drool drips between mouth and lips. Retreating from the overwhelm he kisses where fur and bare skin meet at the petaled groin, tongue roaming to the golden traced undersides. “Fuck, and you’ve given yourself a good taste this time,” almost laughs, cheek resting against erection as he jerks the rippled and bumped member.
A rumble chuckles, “do you like it? It’s your favorite fruit.”
“Now you’ve gone and ruined it,” smiles back, kissing against a cradled sack, “now every time I eat it, gotta remember your dick in my mouth.”
“Apologies,” draws a confused look.
“I don’t mind it, makes it a lot more interesting if I say you taste like it. Since it was previously established you used to be smoky,” Warren laughs, hand motioning head to sit perked, kissing against foreskin. “But fuck, does it give me throat ache.”
“Too big?”
“Nah,” Warren breathes against the tip, “just a lot for my mouth. Elsewhere… it’s perfectly fine. I love it.” And he takes it in again as he presses himself against the couch, a hand pushed downward at his own risen erection. Drawing back, “fuck, would love it in me though.”
A hand pressing Warren against the couch, Malaphin kneels onto the couch beside him and kisses his temple. “Can’t get it off your mind, can’t ya?”
“No,” Warren chuckles, shifting himself somewhat to the side. “Wanted to just ride you out to exhaustion, but hell, I already am after the first one. Likely to hit another as you fuck me,” he welcomes the chimera to his hip, hand held against divided chin as they kiss, lying against one another.
Claws pull up beneath Warren’s shirt as the kiss departs, foreheads pressing as they glide against breathing vent sides. “Right here good enough?” whispers as the mouth presses to throat, other hand moving to the collected thighs as an arm pulls around plated back.
“Yeah,” Warren huffs, warm to the touch under the chimera’s palms as steam continues to seep from his body. “Just need to get comfortable, move up a bit,” he heaves himself up along the sectional pieces, upper body coming to rest on the corner cushions, “roll me to my back should be fine enough,” sighs through his teeth as the chimera’s erection presses against his thighs, their bodies meeting again as claws curl beneath his arms – both thighs lying over to one side. A hum rolls through his body as his back arches, his shirt eased free from his chest – arms pulling free as they press into a pulling kiss as he’s pulled to scrunch. “Malaphin,” drips from saliva laden mouth, sighed as claws continue to press against his rib-bound vents now free. His shirt makes a pillow beneath his head as he reaches to the scaled back, prying as a mouth kisses his throat.
“Divi,” Malaphin sighs as their hips press, an arm easing a thigh upwards so theirs can glide against the wet coils. They grip back around them, easing their erections to rub and a sigh to meet between them. “Fuck, Diviyoni,” rumbles as their hips press, arm pulling both to lie over hip as they pull back, watching down the sweat stressed flush as Warren breathes beneath them. “Those coils of yours, sure got a mind of their own,” chuckles, thrusting their members aligned.
“They tend to do that,” Warren huffs, shivering as the chimera presses between his lips and bridge between erection and canal. His shoulders arch him to lean forward, easing towards another kiss as his mouth sits parted. “Aroused enough and they’d do anything to fulfill it,” he smiles.
Tendrils make the kiss, a hand reaching to hold chin as they worm their way down to throat.
A moment they indulge, hips held still as a clawed palm works down, taking them both in junction and jerks – a moan groans around the golden tendrils as they begin a depart. To which Warren lies back, arms pulled behind his head and against the side of his neck as he watches down himself – Malaphin’s hand around their erections. “Fuck,” his features fluster, arching towards it as they’re moved to angle to the side. Their size difference pronounced; his pelvic muscles clench.
All it takes is a moment for Warren to decide.
Reaching down between where their bodies lie pressed, where the divide of white coils unlatch from the golden slick, a departing sigh breathes as the chimera’s hips hitch away. Aware. Fingers spread over his lubricated gripping lips, opening spread along his grazing tips as he exposes himself for Malaphin. A clawed thumb notches head against his body - the flare presses so temptingly as he can feel it twice over, fingers coiling around the shape as an anticipation heaves. Body reaching, in hands and in grips - it begins to make inward.
It’s golden swells against his walls, his breathing brought to heave as pressure pushes between his thighs, as his coils take charge as he drops back and upper back drawn to curl - a hand held against his seam. An arm pins his pressing thighs aside, held cast over one of Malaphin’s own as their breath makes the only exchange, restraint buckling under the indulgent pretenses as the coils begin pulling them together in full. Towards were questioning thrusts draw pleasant exhale, an open smile as the roaming thrusts drive their attention downwards.
“Malaphin,” steam heaves as eyes barely linger towards shut, half in the grip of overwhelmed as his voice quivers as a hand pulls down to himself. Casual motions, fingers holding grip around the sensitive white ache as his feet press against the distant couch cushions. “Fuck… fill me up, Malik,” he squeezes around the chimera, legs pulling to thigh as he watches down. “It’s swelling,” partials a whisper, laid back with a slack jaw.
“You like it,” Malaphin heaves downwards as they lean over, hands holding grip as legs are left abandoned, their other leg wedged between Warren and the couch. Rolling them together, easing their bodies to meet as the ossisgari bobs, an elbow wedged against the cushions as claws draw through hair.
Warren fights back against the gentle motions, pushing himself in back for the chimera as his own reaches back, as the warm breath dances over his throat. He abandons himself, both hands occupied against the fabric as his muscles swell in the dual of sensation. “So much,” barely breathes, their temples pushed press as the sensations of their bodies rattle his brain into mindless bliss. And he casts himself back, their stomachs pressing as his lingering erection is drawn against the chimera’s sleek skin. “Malik,” whispers again, “fuck me, please,” he practically begs, eyebrows drawn taut, features lingering between relax and firm as his mouth hangs agape. “Aurum, Mal,” he strains to hold forth, whispering pleasantries as they meet into a kiss, “give, give it to me, I want all of you, Malik.”
“I’m trying, my star,” breathes as the stain of their bodies lie slicken, the grip of white drawn numb, a flex held as the weight knocks between them both. Where their breathing hitches, held strung quiet at each gentle pressure guidance as legs curl with gentle desire.
And, eventually, a connective surge draws them still - held together as slowly the weight moves one to the other - and is met with adamant trembling and a hearty smile.
Once more, Malaphin leans down onto one palm as the other holds fierce over the ossisgari’s thighs, in place over their own.
The echo of quadrant features breathe as the chimera gently pants, features flexing with each rolling exhale as they are surrounded once more and again. Behind the golden spires that marks the location of their visage ears, hands pull around them, guiding towards a forehead kiss as their bodies lie clung with sweat and dopamine rolled together. “Divi, ha, my star,” rumbles as their hand reaches to the ossisgari’s back, angling them to rest as their thrusts are held still – even as muscles squeeze around them. As feet are arching claws against cushions over the flourish of their tail.
Huffs breathe between them as the quadrants spread, disrupting the visage as eyestalks free themselves as others coax against Warren’s face – tendrils kissing against lips, granted by exhausted jaws to swarm a groaning throat. Two that once made the connection of upper canines press against temple as a forehead kiss as other retain drafted features as well as the chimera can manage as their bodies continue to rut. Golden point eyestalks hang arched as they bask and observe the submission and domination as their hands pull towards, begging for the other to completion as hips buckle. Fingers pull against nape, chests near pressed if it wasn’t for the thighs trembling off to the side and kicking against the couch.
“Malik,” whimpers as the tendril withdraw, drool lingering between the departure as their heads continue to sit pressed. “Oh fuck, your knots got me locked,” his voice trembles, back arching to bend. Warren’s hands beg against the plated back, clawed feet fussing against the other as they remain side by side.
“Divi,” Malaphin sighs, heaving them forth against the couch as their legs ache to stretch – a snap of hips draws forth a loud draconic growl from the ossisgari. Their hands find Warren’s wrists, pushing them away from their arching shoulder plates, “lie back, I’ll take care of us,” heaves, pushing them above Warren’s head. Fearful of the injuries that might be wrought in the space of passion as the stone plates along their back draw firm, sharpened in the adrenaline fuel as they lean over.
“Mhn,” Warren whines, rocketing himself around the girth inside him, “fuck, your plates. Right,” he groans, pivoting himself for more as his hands become freed – one takes grip of the chimera’s hip instead. The other strains to find his own erection, cradling between his thighs and curling as his eyes lie with black sclera visible between exhausted lids. “Please, fuck,” grunts as he falls back towards the couch once more – the hand once at the chimera’s hips moves to his head, pushing hair from his sight. “Malik – oh fuck me,” his lip quivers, squirming to find completion as his senses burn.
A hitched thrust draws Warren to groan loud – his draconic outburst echoing around them, thankfully silenced by the condo barrier.
Malaphin tries to press forth, to lean over Warren and leave a kiss against chest as a hand pulls around the arch of a horn. But the space is tense, congested by Warren’s overthrown thighs as they continue to rut. But they make do as one is hitched over elbow, calf hung over arm as claws dig against thigh. Open access as their breathing meets, to meet into full as the golden swell slips against cream white lips. It holds back as their temples meet, “pleasing you,” gasps, forcing features back into place, nipping against the sensitive white vent node, “is all I ever want.” Their hands latch hips into place as their thrusts buck, bouncing Warren against the surface as trembling vocal proclaims reach back – hands pulling around horns. “Oh, Divi,” groans in their shared space.
Their heads press, pleading against the other.
“Malik,” steams from gnashed teeth, “Malaphin…!” Fusses from heaving vents as thighs drive to squeeze, legs straining to flesh. Arms pull over arms – leg freed to press thighs against sides – forcing them upwards into an embrace as legs lock behind the attentively arched backplates blades. Hands pull around the smooth shoulder skin as they sink into passion, “Malik-!” whispers in half, gasping as bites tremble and hands pry. Shivering, questioning for end as ankles hang locked, pulling the chimera against his body.
And their bodies hitch into a meeting pin.
Claws pull back, pressing against hips as hands hold over copper-tone horns.
Features disrupt. Sinking back as the other’s jaw trembles.
Breathing quivered as back arches against the sectional, feet clawing impassioned.
Warren submits himself down around the girth as warmth fills his lower stomach, an exhausted hand tries to reach for his own – where he can feel his pulse swell - and is messed with his own cum as his heart continues to hammer in his throat. His body rolls with the finishing thrusts as hips clash against his own – bucks that drive him against the cushions, hitching his quivering breaths as the chimera’s head droops and gasps over him.
Slowly, as the reflex bucks begin to ease, Malaphin rights themselves from the coiling pin as claws trail upwards from Warren’s waist. Motioning to glance as the quadrants fatigue furl and reform, their tendrils hang from snarling features; wrapping and coiling with a noticeable flicker at drafted ends.
Hands roam over them, thumbs finding placement behind the golden spires.
An open smile meets their sight; sweat struck as hair clings to his face, tears tracing the corners of the drake's sight as the charcoal tones fade from his sclera. Warren’s vents gasp for air as he lies reclined, exhausted as he only watches Malaphin sit upright as they share in the silence. His smile turns into a grin, mouth still sitting parted, “fuck, missed those full body twitches,” he laughs, still lying back as his vents draw air into his lungs. “Oh, that rush,” pants, “that’s the good stuff,” almost chuckles.
“Glad you enjoyed it,” Malaphin smirks as their visage pulls forth over features, a hand pressing down where white paints the ossisgari’s stomach. “Surprise you had that much in you still, considering the fuckload I swallowed,” laughs, looking over for something to help clean them up.
“Must be the elixir,” Warren hums, arms pulled behind his hair as he sighs – still tingling as his legs begin to relax on either side of the chimera. “Think we’ve still got tissues in the cupboard,” sighs, arching as he feels the girth move inside him. “Fuck; feels like you shot a whole bottle up me,” he grunts, laid tense as Malaphin begins to pull themselves free.
After a moment, the knot unlocks, giving way for the overspill.
A visage hand cups against Warren’s groin catching the drips that threaten the couch. “Given how long it’s been…” he growls, undoing himself from Warren’s canal. “Don’t move, let me grab a towel.”
The ossisgari groans, head landing back on the couch as his legs squeeze. “For fuck sake…” sighs. “Should’ve grabbed it earlier,” he chides himself, waiting as Malaphin returns.
It doesn’t take long for them to clean up after themselves; as Malaphin discards the tissues that collected their spent fluids. They meet once more on the couch as Warren finishes wiping himself clean of the sweat that clung to his skin, half laid upon their couch with a sigh – watching as the chimera reclines nude. "Don't think I can make it to the bed," he chuckled - legs still quivering from the nervous overload. "Should've removed your pants after I blew you," he remarks, brushing back over his head.
“Eh, probably,” Malaphin sighs, leaning over towards Warren with a sigh, yanking over a throw. “Can always get another, just need to reduce it for scrap,” he sighs, features eased into a half-way flux. His tat coiled arms pull around Warren’s hips, leaning over as their nude bodies meet once more; both laid bare as their genitalia has since retracted to Y-split and the petal-held slit.
Warren welcomes him against his chest as they shift their positions, cuddling half-wards as Warren throws the patterned throw over them with a smile. And their foreheads press as Warren worms to lie mostly beneath Malaphin – able to take the weight.
He presses a gentle kiss, crooked with a warm smile, "I love you, babe."
Malaphin returns the motion, brushing hair from Warren's sight. "Love you too, my starstruck," a hand pulls to cup his other cheek. "I've missed holding you like this, Capaxisilex Diviyoni. My prince of Mars." And another kiss presses, extended with a full hug as an arm pulls around chest.
It's a motion that is returned as they settle beneath the decorative throw as their legs entwine, thighs divided by the other. As they snuggle against another Warren's fibrous white tail curls up along the side of the couch - barely flickering as once more they whisper amongst each other with expressive smiles as their foreheads meet. Sights easing shut.
They hold one another as they drift into slumber, arms enrapturing as their breathing settles to a steady pace beneath the distant Martian glow. And together they're shrouded by the hung curtains from across the room, where the gentle ease of sunset rebounds across the ozone shields.
