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Puffs of sharp, cold breaths escaped blue-tinted lips as they pushed and pulled between the air that their lungs needed. Hips of the same hue rocked harshly against the cock pounding into his pussy, and strangled moans were the only things to undercut the noise of the chilly air and the lewd squelching of bodies colliding.
Shadow Milk huffs with every thrust down into the Healer smiling gently at him, feeling the strain of his chase for pleasure in the tightening of his thighs against tanned dough of the other hips. He's been like this for hours, taken on every surface of their chambers, clamoring for each other's touch like they were starved animals craving the other's flesh, his skin is painted white with the cum that they've shared in between rounds, saliva and spit and tiny trickles of blood mixing in to add to the depravity of their indulgence of each other.
Starbursts flicker in and out of the Beast's vision as he screams in tandem with his climax, his hips still gyrating against the now flaccid cock inside him as more and more cum pumps itself into his cunt. He raises a shaky hand to press at his pussy, dutifully pushing back in any leaking semen that would travel down his thighs and ruin the delicate work he had been accumulating.
Pure Vanilla looks blissed out beneath him, heterochromatic eyes half-lidded and fangs marked with the golden blood of his lover. Uneven breaths leave him as Shadow Milk catches his own breath, before he gently grips the cock that had serviced him for so long to play with the tip as the Ancient squirmed and whimpered.
“You're n-not done ?” Pure Vanilla forces out, eyes struggling not to roll back in both pleasure and painful overstimulation. “We've been here- ffff - or hours-”
Shadow Milk pouts, leaning down to press wet kisses onto the slowly rising dick in his hands. “You said you'd breed me, didn't you? I'm definitely holding up my end of the bargain, but you? Well…”
Pale blonde lashes flicker open as a pair of mismatched eyes mirroring his own blinked swiftly, before lowering their gaze to the now attempting tip that leaked precum despite Pure Vanilla's protests. A strangled moan escapes the Healer as the Beast eagerly dives in, tongue wrapping around the appendage and swirling around the tip as fingers deftly work to stimulate whatever hadn't fit into his mouth.
He watches in mild astonishment as Shadow Milk takes it in deeper and deeper, gaze going from open to close as he takes each inch like a champ. When it finally hit the back of his throat, he let it go with a loud pop! as a string of saliva followed his pink, love-bite painted lips. His tongue hung out slightly as he licked and dragged kisses along the length, before taking it back in smoothly and fully as though he needed no warm up at all.
The way he gurgles around it, uncaring of the way Pure Vanilla reaches for his navy tresses and pulls him along the way, uncaring of his throat or its bruises. Spit travels down his lips as he chokes beautifully on the cock unraveling his thoughts, his back arched and position submissive as he lets the Healer do as he pleases. His throat convulses around the size of it, moaning in delight with every choked gasp that resonates with every thrust.
He's used, in simpler terms. A fleshlight for Pure Vanilla's hidden desires. His mouth services the long cock despite the tears traveling freely down his cheeks. And when Pure Vanilla finally shouts and trembles and unloads so much cum down the other's throat that he pulls off to choke and moan at the feeling, his eyes meet the other's ever more determined one with his lips stained in pearly white. His back is arched, leaning on his hands despite how they're shaking from the way he had held himself up for so long, but his eyes only ever set their sights on one person, and his goal is clear in the words he teases.
“Don't you want me, Vanilly?” He coos, letting the drip of creamy white liquid fall onto his fingertip for him to gently lick off. It trails down to the stomach of the other, bloated, but not nearly as full as he'd have liked. “Didn't you promise me you'd fill me? I don't think I'm very full, precious. Maybe I should lock you in here until I'm satisfied. Would you see it as a reward, or a punishment?”
He breathes out, reaching down to press two adept fingers to slowly part the folds that Pure Vanilla had been encased in for almost the entire morning. Unsurprisingly, a few globs of cum spilled from the overflow hole, meager whimpers and moans escaping the Beast as he felt their hard work spilling from between his thighs to pool beneath his abdomen. Pure Vanilla can almost remember the feeling of his warm cunt squeezing tightly around his cock, fucking through the seed he had already pushed deep inside the other and forcing in more and more to the ecstasy of the other man.
Now, he looks as cock-drunk as he was with an actual length pounding into his pussy. Letting go of his folds to shut his legs and lean onto his hands, rubbing his thighs together as he raised one hand to begin playing with his pert nipples as he grew ever more impatient for Pure Vanilla to recuperate what little energy he had left.
Finally, he almost seems to snap, and his eyes flicker to where Pure Vanilla has fixated on the tensing of his thighs.
“If you don't do it.” His voice carries a hint of annoyance, the ichor of his hair standing on end. “I'll find someone who will. I could certainly get used to Burning Spice being around here more often….”
“Darling.” The King finally answers with a tense smile on his face. “If you wanted this so bad, you should have said so earlier.”
He lights a tiny orb of his magic to flick at the other's nose, before leaning in to nip at his pointed ear.
“ Bend over.”
A manic smile graces the other's lips as he coyly rises from his previous position. Turning around, he settles with his back in a pretty arch, ass pert and cum drying the areas that had been affected by their earlier rounds. A wispy moan leaves Shadow Milk's lips as Pure Vanilla kneels behind him, hands grabbing at his hips to place his pelvis flush against the other's dick.
Pure Vanilla looks down at him warmly, an open remembrance of what they were to each other seen in the tight hold he had on Shadow Milk's waist. “I'll make love to you, my sweet. From there, you'll thank me for every drop I spill into your pretty little cunt. I'll sire a beautiful heir for my Kingdom and your Spire into you, and you'll do nothing but accept what I choose to give you, alright?
Shadow Milk whimpers as the other's tip drags against his clit, yet, he's forced to muffle his cries once a sharp tug at his hair drags him upwards. “Ah ah ah, no crying now. You wanted this, you're taking it.”
“I was thinking of how I could finally satisfy your addiction to being filled up.” The Ancient laughs lightly. “And maybe, maybe, I've found a solution. One that you'll enjoy, if I'm not mistaken.”
His hand waves, and a swirl of white magic travels around the length of his dick, sheathing it in a pale blue cloth made of starlight before finally revealing something longer. Bigger. Bigger than Shadow Milk had ever seen, tried, or even began to comprehend. It was the length of the other's forearm, the width of Shadow Milk's bicep. It was perfect, it was everything. And oh, how the Beast felt the love he held for the other bloom so much more with the gesture.
Pure Vanilla breaks character for a moment, reaching down to gently graze Shadow Milk's cheek despite the crazed glint in his eye. The sharp grin falters momentarily, softening as the other leans down to press kisses against the skin of his neck. But it's only a brief moment of kindness, one that comes at the beginning of a string of presumably crueler ones to come, so it's no surprise when they part and Shadow Milk feels the tip of Pure Vanilla's cock breach his folds before he can even ready himself.
And oh.
It's.. girthy. He feels it stretching him in ways that he hadn't thought of before, his breath catching in his throat as he struggles to even make a sound leave him. It pushes, and pushes, and Shadow Milk waits for it to finally bottom out, but it never does. And he watches as its shape takes form in the now smaller plane of his stomach, his mind so engrossed in the claiming of his cunt that he doesn't notice the previous loads he had cherished leaking out in a ring of pearly white that drips from his pussy and stains their silk sheets.
Somehow, somewhere along the way, Pure Vanilla presses against his cervix, the sudden jolt of pain that pricks Shadow Milk finally snapping him out of his daze.
He gapes, words beginning to form on his tongue, before his lover decides to firmly shut him up to press harder, move faster, and it's only with a scream that sounds suspiciously more like he's being stabbed than being fucked, that he finally feels it.
He's in my cervix. He thinks, stupefied.
Tears roll down his cheeks as he feels Pure Vanilla pull away, then push again, repeating it until Shadow Milk's sobs turn into unmistakable cries of pleasure.
“Oh, look at you, dearest. You're gorgeous .” The Healer pants, fucking through the tight squeeze of the other's hole to get to their actual goal. “fuck, ngh, oh, Shadow Milk , you're going to be so full of me.”
He laughs, slowly, methodically, as he works his way through Shadow Milk's grunts. The Beast can only babble incessantly as shockwaves of euphoria threaten to break his mind into submission. And maybe it does, somewhere between Pure Vanilla's croons of promised pleasure as he watches the other get fucked into an actual daze. It's so hot, it's so possessive, and it's exactly what the Jester craves.
“ Pure Vanilla. ” He begs, a crazed glint in his eyes.
Milky yellow and blue meets his gaze, before his own begins rolling back as the Healer pushes deeper somehow.
There are no words to describe the scene they create. A lewd fresco of desire and defilement. Shadow Milk can feel every vein and throb that the other's freakishly big length threatens against the walls of his hole, how it chips away at his resolve and how his cries grow higher and higher. Words no longer leave him, his animalistic tendencies shadowing his form as fangs grow in.
He feels so wanton, arching into every thrust despite the trembles wracking his bones, tongue heavy and unusable with the remaining spit and cum that he'd left threatening to leak with every scream that leaves him.
“ Mfffgh - ha ~!” He chokes, the tip of the other's dick hitting the deepest it had. “Pu- Pure Vanilla - ghhgh! Stoohh AAAHNGH~ !”
His pleads go ignored, hands bracketing the bruised skin of his hips. Pure Vanilla only deigns to respond to him by burying himself deeper, readjusting their position so that Shadow Milk was bent down, ass in the air, with his hands tied up by the other's grip and stuck on his back. He doesn't know when they'll stop, but oh, how he hopes they never do.
“You're so tight.” The other pants. “Addicting, that's what you are. I could drown in you, oh darling, thank you, thank you.”
Kisses are pressed against the skin of his back, his muscles pulled taut at the position he's in but still reveling in how easy it is to submit to the other's demands.
“Y-you- should- ngh!” Shadow Milk whines. “L-look at what you've d-ngh!~ hhaaaa!- done to m-me~!”
Pure Vanilla does look. Milky blue and yellow widening at how his hole stretched around the base of his cock, molding to every push and pull he forced into it as his lover cries loudly into their pillows. He watches the cum that spills out, all his, and a sight that will always be his to keep. He wants to wake up to this everyday, see how his love's stomach stretches and accommodates the fruit of their labors, of their union.
He wants to claim him.
Tanned hands firmly grip Shadow Milk's pelvis, turning him around before slamming him back down onto Pure Vanilla's dick to start up an even more punishing pace, one that has Shadow Milk's pupils heart-shaped and cross-eyed as he babbles and begs for more. His thighs are spread across Pure Vanilla's own, and it's only a minor thought of his that he's being pushed into a mating press before the euphoria finally hits him.
“Please. Please . Oh - right there , fuck- fuck you're so deep, I hate you , I hate you so much , I- mffffhhjgggh~ !”
Adept fingers graze the skin of his nipples, a playful cock to the other's head as he teases the buds gently. “Aren't you excited dear? These will full far more appetising with your precious milk coming into play.”
He pinches them, rolls them between his fingers despite the thrashing beneath him as he continues to effortlessly pump his dick into the supple flesh of the other's cunt. “How I long for them to leak, my sweet. Should you ever find yourself in need of letting some go, I will be here to clean you up.”
Finally, his hand travels to the bulge of his own cock poking out of the mother's belly, jolts snapping through the other's limbs with every harsh thrust he tears through them. “Will this be our only one? I hope not. I love seeing you be so effortlessly mine, I know you do too. It's why you asked this of me so long ago. Why you're laid back, crying your pretty eyes out and begging me for a reprieve I will not grant you.”
“Pure Vanilla .”
The Healer glances up, finally registering the croak of his beloved’s voice. He slowly kneels, his thrusts slowing in response, and he sees the tension in Shadow Milk's abdomen slowly loosen.
“if you don't finish me off right now.” He mutters. “I won't ever forgive you.”
“What do i get in return?” Pure Vanilla teases.
Shadow Milk pouts, before muttering something under his breath.
The ancient in turn drags him upward by the hair to dangle him dangerously over the tip of his still wet length.
”Please..” He finally acquiesces, eyes fluttering shut as he tries grinding down to feel a single pinprick of pleasure. “Please, please please please let me cum, please, I need it- i need you-“
This seems to do it, as he’s finally dropped down, screaming around a mouthful of tears and cries as he’s split apart with every bounce of his hips and tweak of his already sensitive nipples.
It's so much, every stab of his dick hitting just where he needed it, splatters of precum threatening to let loose in the warmth of his womb, sticking to his walls and ensuring he would be the bearer of a new generation of vanillians. His eyes cross, fingers digging into the silk beneath him. His legs tighten around the small of the Healer's back, locking him in a defiling embrace which he greets with open arms and a manic giggle and half-moan on his tongue.
“Open your mouth.” Pure Vanilla demands, the first time in their entire session that he acts stern about it, Shadow Milk only registers part of the sentence before cocking his head and continuing to pant at the continued intrusions in him. “Open, and take what you're given. Tip top dear.”
A groan tears itself out his throat, almost as if refusing. It's not long before a navy blue tongue lolls out, split ends shaking as the Healer grins before spitting right down his throat, the degradation of it all brightening the hearts that formed in Shadow Milk's eyes as they rolled back and he finally, finally crested alongside his longer. He feels the shock of electricity that starts at his pussy, which flashes and sends him convulsing into a period of endless pleasure as he shouted and screamed at how much cum was filling him. This load seemed to be determined to breed him, bumping along the deep recesses of his womb and making itself at home there like the light outline of the dick on his stomach, which gently grew with every pump of Pure Vanilla's seed into him.
Every pulse, every throb that brings more and more seed to pool in him, makes his pussy involuntarily clench, like it wanted the length to stay, to never leave. And maybe he didn't. Maybe he really was meant to be the other's bitch. He sees it in how he feels at home with the gentle caresses placed along his shoulder blades, his hips still pushing back against the slow thrusts still pressed against him. How he bites into the sheets and wishes, just for a moment, that it doesn't take, if only to elicit several more days of absolute desecration of his body by his lover's dick.
Shadow Milk moans shakily, eyes fluttering open and shut as he weakly bounced against the cock still inside him. So full, so satisfied. He wants more, in a sick, twisted way.
And so he gets it.
He pulls his lover against him, crooning a few choice words, and when he falls into a dark slumber of only a few, outstanding memories in a haze of lust and sex that he never wants to be rid of, it's to the knowing smile of his beloved Healer.
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Heterochromatic eyes roll back, a flexible tongue pressing against the folds of his pussy as they lapped at the steady stream of cum leaking out of him.
It's when fangs nip, fingers curling inside and hitting just where Shadow Milk wants it, before he gushes and convulses under the guiding hand of his lover, who meets his ecstasy with a splatter of cum against his thigh and his cunt.
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“Darling, darling , harder - oh, oh keep going - yes- yes~ !”
Seed marks every hole he has. His ass trembles against the dragging hand that digs into it in intervals, finally claimed after hours, maybe days, of their fooling around.
He doesn't stop, not to look at Pure Vanilla's face as he rides him, nor to listen to his pleas to stop, the tip of his cock still hard, and still serviceable to the Jester.
“ More .” He begs, crazed. “D-don't stop. Oh fffmnhgh~!”
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“Ah- Ah ngh! ah~!”
They're on the floor . Shadow Milk's back is to their tiles, completely at the mercy of the plunging appendage fucking through his cunt with little to no regard. His head is thrown back, threading to slam against the cold tiles. He doesn't care, all he cares about is the hands groping him madly.
When Pure Vanilla pulls out and paints his face white, he whimpers a shaky thank you, before turning around and begging for another creampie in his ass.
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There's no end. They've tried everything. Shadow Milk wants to stop, but it's the bastard determined to fuck a brood into him that keeps coaxing him back into another position. Bending him backwards against the couch he loved so dearly.
‘ Come inside me .’ is the only coherent thought Shadow Milk has left, his legs being pushed and pulled off the cock that's angled just enough to fuck right into his battered cunt. It goes unsaid, but not unheard, and the matching smears of pearly white on his folds, face, and his stomach is joined by the splatter that paints his already full womb beautifully.
When it finally does, he looks at his lover, cock-drunk, blissed out.
He's still got that damned smile.
He simply shuts his eyes as the other chatters away, letting himself be pulled along by the whims of his greatest temptation.
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It's been hours, days. Shadow Milk doesn't know how long it's been since he's last escaped their chambers, nor does he want to, with the prospect of being able to fuck himself on the monster his lover now hid in his pants. Every morning is spent sucking him off, moaning around a mouthful of cum and shaking from the manoeuvring of Pure Vanilla's fingers against his pussy.
He barely makes it out of bed before he's dragged back, his cunt sheathing the glistening cock he had grown addicted to. Eyes rolling back into his head as the length drags along his clit, fucks back into his cervix, dumping another load for him to leak out onto the sheets once they inevitably rest for the day. He feels like a whore, his fucking whore. But how can he stop when the feeling of being filled brings him so much euphoria he can fall over the edge instantly?
Even when Pure Vanilla is asleep, he grinds against him in a feeble attempt to chase that high. Needy moans passing his lips as he groaned and cries against the feeling of his overworked clit against the smooth skin of his lover. If he's lucky, he gets off without waking the ancient up. If not, he's thrown into another round of endless fucking that, despite the burn in his hips, he doesn't mind at all. If only because of how he always ends up shaking and squirting all over the sheets that Pure Vanilla replaces every night as a result.
He wakes with his womb empty. Mouth spit-slicked and hands smooth and tender. When they rest, cum stains the crevices of his lips, tongue, thighs and cunt, hands shaking at the weight of having to hold himself in whatever position they decide to drown themselves in in the moment. He moans and begs for more, mind utterly broken at the mind-bendingly addictive length of Pure Vanilla's cock. He wants it every waking second, doesn't think of anything over that carrying the other man's brood with pride and doing as he wished if only to feel the splatter of his seed against any part of him.
His words fail him. Every plea for more cock obvious in how he'd crawl to his lover and grind against him. His body feels so overworked, but the adrenaline he gets from everything Pure Vanilla finds a new way to claim each and every part of his body allows him to push past his hesitations and lose himself again and again to the debauchery of his Healer's whims.
Not a day goes by where he doesn't feel the heavy pull of his stomach at the loads of cum that's deposited inside. How his body trembles and his lips only ever allows moans and screams to pass by as he's taken again and again. Harder, faster, in a new position, or several more times than the day previous. There's never a dull moment, and his vision only blurs even more with how often he seems to lose himself in the euphoria of being fucked so thoroughly.
He bounces on the other's cock, eyes crossed and tongue lolling out as dirty insults are thrown his way. Whore, slut, bitch. Shadow Milk wants it all. And he knows he'll get it. Maybe that's why, when in the following weeks, he meets with his friends and they ask about the state of his relationship with the Ancient, he says it's doing well. That he's kind, and that he's gentle. Even though he knows, with a flick of the curtains closed, he can release a monster of unimaginable proportions to keep providing warmth for the gentle being incubating in his stomach.
A scream tears itself out of his throat. Body convulsing as pleasure wraps through it for the hundredth time since forever. A chorus of ‘thank you's escape him as he keens and whines at the continuous thrust of the other's dick into him. His eyes slowly close, reveling in the way Pure Vanilla speeds up and nips at him before finally breaching that spot inside him that sends the Jester tumbling down another rabbit hole of ecstasy.
He lets himself float down from that high, registering a peck to his lips that rouses him from that stupor to meet the other again halfway, letting the Healer claim every part of his mouth as he wished as he gently rocked against the thigh that had wedged itself between his own.
Pure Vanilla pulls away, lips bitten and grin still so placid . “Another?”
Shadow Milk pauses, breathing heavily and glancing down at the thorough mess they've made.
“Tomorrow.” He concludes, pulling Pure Vanilla down to rest in the crook of his neck. “Then the day after, until the week's over. Until they finally realize what we're up to.”
The King only laughs lightly. “Of course, Shadow Milk. Anything you ask for.”
As the smooth, warm form of his beloved wraps around him, he nuzzles into it with all the pleasure he could wish for at the tips of his fingers. Bliss, as they think of other ways to defile one another, and how they'll add to his collection of hidden desires.