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This story was written for Teriyaki as their Patreon commission for the month of May 2018. It contains M/M sex between consenting adults, magical elements of hyper growth, hyper-orgasmic fun and lots of lewd teasing. <3

Dinner with William

"I... I'm sorry, I'm usually... I mean, I can normally..."

The wolf whined as he lay beneath William, the mouse straddling his crotch and currently holding each and every inch of the until recently proud, confident lupine's cock deep inside his ass. As embarrassed and confused as he was though, he couldn't have asked for a more understanding lover. The cute, plump rodent leaned down over him, red faced and still wearing his glasses, albeit somewhat skewed upon the bridge of his twitching nose, and pecked the far larger male upon the lips.

"Hey, it's okay. I don't have anywhere to be. We have all night. Or... if you're not in the mood, we could just cool off a little. Watch some TV. Grab a beer. Get to know each other a little more before maybe we try again."

Once more the wolf whined, and shook his head desperately as a practically involuntary spasm ran through his body and bucked his hips up against the mouse whose ass was so tightly gripping and milking his member. Jacob yelped, William squeaked, and both men blushed happily as a string of glistening pre-cum escaped the mouse's own slender, twitching five inch member.

"N-no. Please... I... I don't want to stop. I want this. I want you. I swear, Billy. I just need a little more time. I'll do it. I'll cum in you, I... I swear."

Without waiting for any further answer from the mouse, the wolf growled and rolled the two of them over upon the bed. He pinned William beneath him, and as he felt his aching, swollen balls graze the mouse's plump buttocks, he began to thrust against the smaller but oh so flexible, eminently stretchable male once more. Already they had been fucking for close to thirty minutes, and though for a good portion of that time Jacob had felt as though he was on the very brink of cumming, he had never quite been able to push himself over the edge. It wasn't that he was lacking in pleasure, but more that his body felt like there was something more it could yet achieve. Some greater level of satisfaction it was seeking in terms of ongoing stimulation before it would finally allow Jacob the respite and relief he craved.

Now though, seeing and hearing the mouse reassuring him that he didn't mind waiting for it, Jacob was sure that with the pressure and expectation relieved somewhat, he'd be able to cum in no time flat. Any moment now. Any thrust. Any instant, and he'd feel that tickle deep within his balls suggesting not just the approach of orgasm, but its undeniable, unstoppable and immediate arrival.

"G-gonna cum. Oh god, I'm gonna... I'm gonna!"

He grunted to himself, half believing it, half wanting to believe it as he glanced at the bedside clock, an hour having passed since his cock first slipped into the mouse's tight rump.

"Harder. Harder!"

He snarled, not a plea directed at his lover but a demand to himself as his hips ached, as his whole body burned with the exertion he had displayed. Still though the satisfaction of orgasm remained just out of reach, and thus he continued to push himself as he and the eagerly moaning, happily squirming mouse still wrapped around his cock entered the third straight hour of that single, thus far fruitless fuck.

"Please. Oh god, please."

Jacob couldn't stop.

His body was drenched in sweat. His room reeked of sex. Light from the morning sun was beginning to creep in under the drapes. He had work in just a few hours, but hadn't slept a wink. Hadn't paused, hadn't dared stop in case the next moment, any next moment, might be the one.

"Please let me cum. Please. Oh my god... o-oohh my god... please j-just let me... ah! Aa-aahhhhh... please..."

His huge, obscenely engorged balls slapped against William's rump, so swollen and sensitive that every impact felt as though it alone should have been enough to make the wolf cum.

"Billy, please... please, how can you stand this? H-how can you not be going crazy. I've been fucking you all night. I've been humping your ass constantly. D-don't you need to cum too? Isn't this... ahhh, i-isn't it all impossible?!"

The wolf whimpered desperately as once again his hips grew too tired to sustain any motion, and he was forced to roll over onto his back and let William take a turn in the driver's seat. All night, William had been so supportive and kind. So understanding, so caring, constantly promising and reassuring that he didn't mind how long it took. That so long as Jacob wanted to continue, he was happy to let the wolf do so. That for as long as it took for Jacob to fuck him to completion, he would be all too eager for the hot wolf and his thick, throbbing erection to do precisely that. Even now, William immediately picked up his lover's slack, bouncing as best he could upon the wolf's shaft with the male's knot long since embedded and locked deep inside of him, milking and squeezing at it with every bounce and clenching of his inner muscles. All night long his smaller cock had been twitching and dribbling copious strings of pre-cum over either the bed or Jacob's belly depending on where he was positioned at the time, and this occasion was no different. Almost immediately he was painting Jacob's stomach and chest with strings of his pre as he wriggled and bounced upon the wolf's knotted shaft, muzzle panting and eyes heavy lidded.

On this occasion however, and what Jacob soon realised was the first time in several hours of moaning, squeaking but otherwise being silent, the mouse actually answered him.

"You really need this, don't you?"

He giggled at the way the wolf's eyes bulged at that question, and shrugged playfully.

"Well if you wanna cum, then just stop holding back... and cum."

Even as he saw Jacob's features twisting into a desperate scowl of frustration at that comment, he was already reaching down behind himself, seeking out the wolf's hugely swollen testicles with one hand.

"Oh, just cum?"

Jacob growled softly to the mouse, not wanting to spoil this night of passion they'd shared but unable to hold back in the face of what was such a painfully insensitive comment given his obvious inability to finish for whatever unknown reason.

"Well, there we go then! Problem solved, thank god you were here to suggest something so obscure that I never would have thought of. All I needed to do was to stop holding back. All I needed was to tell myself I was ready, and just..."

William ran his fingers oh so delicately across the wolf's impossibly large, stretched and engorged fluffy furred balls, and Jacob's voice trailed off with a ragged groan as his eyes suddenly and sharply widened. The mouse giggled, and without bouncing, without having to hump or ride the wolf any longer, he simply wiggled his ass around the unbearably sensitive lupine male's knot.

"Cum."

He whispered coaxingly, licking his lips and closing his eyes as he watched Jacob's eyes roll back into his head, and felt the cock buried deep inside of him give an urgent and oh so familiar twitch.

"You've been so good. You've waited so long. But now... now you can let it all out. Now, you can cum for me."

Behind his eyelids, the mouse's eyes began to glow as a low, frantic whine of pure ecstasy escaped the wolf. That whine erupted into a sharp, strangled yelp as the first twitch of his cock and the first virulent spurt of cum to accompany it raced up from within his balls and poured out into the mouse's backside. Another followed, and another. More and more potent eruptions of seed poured out into the mouse, and suddenly all the waiting, all those hours spent pent up, helpless and utterly unable to cum were worth it. They became worth it as Jacob realised that what he was feeling now wasn't simply an orgasm, it was every orgasm he should have had over the course of this past night rolled into one, and then multiplied a hundred times over.

"Can't stop, I... a-aahhhhyess, I can't stop cumming! Oh god. Ohh, oh Billy, t-take... aahh, take it. All of it. All my cum, yes. Yes. Yes, o-ohh god, more."

The amount of cum that Jacob's balls felt like they were producing seemed in itself to be many times more than even his vastly swollen balls could possibly have created or stored, and yet there were no signs of that sheer volume having any effect upon William. The mouse's plump body didn't swell, his eyes nor any other part of him bulged as though shocked and overflowed by cum, and perhaps most vitally not a single droplet seemed to escape from between them, the seal created between the mouse's backside and the wolf's huge knot seemingly impenetrable to the highest degree. Had it not been so copious in its production that Jacob could physically feel it rushing up and through him, down the length of his cock and out where it burst deep into the mouse's seemingly bottomless depths, even the wolf might have doubted its existence.

And yet, as Jacob gave up load after load, offering after sweet, sticky offering to William, the mouse himself was all too aware of it. He could feel every drop as it flooded into him, and not only did he know exactly where that impossibly potent load was going, but he also knew from where it had come, and why it had been so very delayed in its arrival.

That, however, was for William to know and for Jacob to... well, he had no doubt that the wolf would end up like so many others, searching for answers that didn't exist in either the worlds of faith or science which so much of the planet seemed to put all their stock into. Perhaps he might even find those answers, and make his way into the world that William called home. If that ever happened though, Jacob would have had to learn so much, and change so much of what he believed to be fundamentally true about the universe, that by the time he made his way into William's world, he would almost surely no longer feel any need to seek out the mouse again. After all, when a mortal creature such as him tended to make their way into the world of magic, they often had much larger and more fundamental questions that were suddenly more pressing upon their rapidly expanded minds.

For precisely five minutes, three hundred solid seconds of orgasmic rapture in constant, non-stop succession, Jacob climaxed and emptied out his hugely swollen balls' contents into William. And for precisely five minutes, William feasted. He consumed the pleasure radiating out of Jacob, held back and granted by his boon alone. He consumed the energy, the effort of those hours upon hours of futile sex, all poured into those five minutes of climactic satisfaction. And of course, he consumed the cum. He absorbed it into himself, and with it received the sustenance required to power his magics for another week at least.

When Jacob was spent, he collapsed back onto his bed. He whimpered. He moaned. He tried to reach out and embrace the mouse. But, William wasn't there any more. His knot throbbed in the open air of the hot, sex-scent laden bedroom. His chest heaved, and though his mind tried to wrap itself around how William could have been there one moment, then gone the next, he was so very tired... and so very, very satisfied. Surely, William had just rolled over and was resting just outside the range of his vision. Surely he had blacked out, and had woken up hours later without any awareness of time's passage taking place, the man he had brought home for this one night stand having long since left.

Surely there was a rational explanation for everything he had felt, or rather, everything he believed he had felt. He reached down towards his balls, his still vastly swollen, engorged balls, and touched them gently. A loud moan escaped him, and he shuddered in uncontrollable excitement as a lingering ribbon of cum itself the volume of two or three of his normal orgasms combined erupted from the straining tip of his cock, arcing high up in the air before splattering down across his sweat-matted chest.

His eyes rolled back, he groaned in pleasure, in confusion, in pure fatigue.

A matter of moments later, he was snoring softly.

Two blocks away meanwhile, Omar yawned as he made his way down the street, hoping to grab a coffee before he headed in for his early morning shift at the restaurant. The stallion paused however, stopping in his tracks as he almost walked headlong into a much shorter figure, a mouse barely five feet tall who was dressed in a loose hoodie and a tight pair of denim shorts. Cute, if not exactly the most appropriate attire for an early morning stroll.

"Sorry..."

The horse murmured, ready to step out of the other man's way and get on with his morning as planned. To his surprise however, the mouse reached out a pink furred hand and grasped at one of his own. Omar's eyes widened, then they froze as they met with the plump rodent's own.

"Before you go to work, wanna fuck my ass?"

The question was so brief, and delivered so completely free from any irony or embarrassment that Omar couldn't help but answer it with the same sort of casual manner as if he'd been asked the time, raising his hand and pointing to the simple gold band wrapped around one digit.

"Oh, uh... you're very cute, but I'm married."

The mouse pouted.

"Husband, or wife?"

Omar chuckled, answering with that same sincerity, entirely unaware of any inappropriateness that might have been present within that question, however obvious it should have been.

"Husband. He's probably still asleep in our bed."

The rodent's bright blue eyes, so bright in fact it was almost like they were glowing more dazzlingly than the early morning sun, twinkled in delight.

"He could fuck me too. It's been a while since I visited this reality, and... well, I forgot how nourishing you all are. Please? I promise it'll just be a quickie. Twenty four of your hours, maybe even as little as twelve after the foreplay I just had."

Letting go of the horse's hand, the mouse turned upon the spot, lifted his pink snake of a tail up high, and flashed his sweet, fuckable ass to Omar. He wiggled and waved it playfully, hypnotically from side to side, before peering back over his shoulder and grinning as he saw the horse glancing back towards the apartment building from which he had just exited mere minutes before. The hand with the wedding ring on it was down at his crotch now, rubbing the growing bulge beginning to swell there in the midst of the open street. Giggling, the mouse tilted his head to one side as his eyes continued to glow.

"So?"

Omar snorted lustily, and stuck out a hand that the mouse hurriedly accepted within his own much smaller grasp.

"Okay, fine. But, you're gonna find your eyes are bigger than your asshole when you meet my husband. He makes me look like a Shetland pony, and that's before he takes off his pants. You won't last five minutes between the two of us, and I'm still gonna be on time for work."

William giggled, and licked his lips as he allowed the horse to guide him back to his home and the apparently hulking husband that awaited them there.

"Oh my. I look forward to meeting him. And if the two of you together are as formidable a pairing as you make it sound... gosh, we might have to forget about the quickie, and turn this meal into a feast."

By Jeeves

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