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Spermatosaurus Milking

For Mohrahk

By Draconicon

Morning came to the household of the Kotyavr, and Mohrahk felt a peculiar mix of over-satisfaction and desperate yearning. The Sergal-Spermatosaurus hybrid groaned as he rubbed his hand over his face, trying to be conscious of his longer claws, and more than that, trying to ignore the heated smell in the air and the heat between his own legs.

Throb, throb, throb. His morning wood begged for attention, and the slime that dribbled from the tip of his cock down to his belly. There was a great deal of arousal there, a great deal of throbbing need, and yet, at the same time, his cock ached with the way that it had been put to use over the last few hours.

Few hours. Six hours. Yes, six hours was a bit more appropriate.

Ugh...that Kotyavr...

He turned his head to the side, looking up at the couch above him. He'd slipped off at some point, landed on the floor in his sleep, and yet, it hadn't disturbed Vasilisa in the slightest. If anything, she looked just as comfortable as she had when they'd stopped, though...

His eyes drifted further down, looking at her sex. She had slipped a bit in her sleep, too, one of her legs hanging over the side of the couch, and it spread her just enough for him to see his seed drooling out of her. The last few fucks had been enough that she couldn't entirely make his cum disappear, and it had left at least a small scent mark on her.

He felt good about that.

Moh smiled to himself, but it was short-lived as his cock started throbbing again, begging for a hand on the shaft, begging for him to start humping something once more. The pressure in his balls was building up, and despite having cum...what, twenty times the night before? Thirty? A high number, in the double-digits, for sure, but despite that, he still felt his balls churning, swelling, growing again.

Pump. Pump. Pump.

He groaned, forcing himself to sit up, staring down between his legs. His vision was a bit blurry still, and no matter how he blinked, he couldn't get rid of the super-imposed heat-vision over his normal vision. That probably meant that he was getting close to changing, from what little he understood about this whole thing.

But even with that, he could see his balls bloating, the sac swelling and stretching downwards with its own weight. It was already pressed against the floor, his fat cock swelling over it, dripping down to the ground now rather than on his stomach.

Moh groaned, resisting the urge, if only barely, tor each down and stroke himself. He reached for his stomach, instead, running his fingers through the slime that covered his stomach. For a moment, he swore that there was something in it, some sort of thick, tadpole like stuff, and he shivered as he imagined what it would be like to have sperm cells big enough to actually feel.

Then the moment passed, and the urge to rut hit him. Hard.

"Nnnngh..."

He humped the air twice before he was able to stop himself, and he slowly got to his feet, his hand pressed against his head as he stumbled through the living room towards the bathroom. He wobbled towards the water in the tub left from the night before. It wasn't warm, that was for sure. Not ice, either, but it was cool.

The hybrid let himself fall -

SPLASH!

It wasn't as good as an ice cube to the balls, but it was enough to wake him up and take his mind off of sex for a moment or two. That was enough. The hybrid dragged himself out of the water, pulling himself to the towels on the far side of the room, and shoved his face into them, grinding it against his face until -

RIIIIP!

The towel caught the end of one of his saber-teeth, and it ripped right down the middle. He paused, holding it up in front of him, and sighed.

"Vasilisa's gonna kill me."

"Why?"

He yelped, whipping around and holding the towel behind him. The Kotyavr had woken up, and she stood in the doorway with one hand on her hip and the other on the doorway. Her eyes were narrowed, her face - almost always twisted in irritation, anger, or mischief - fixed on him with a carefully neutral expression.

Somehow, that was actually scarier.

"Um..."

"What's behind your back?"

"..."

Caught out. Already. He hoped that he wasn't getting dumber. Everything else was already hard enough. He didn't need to get stupid, too.

Slowly, he dragged the towel out from behind his back, offering it to the Kotyavr. She looked at it, took it from him, held it in front of her face. Running a finger along the rip, she shook her head.

"You're lucky you did such a good job last night."

"...Huh?"

"I'm still in a good mood, so I'm not going to punish you for that." She looked up, smirking. "This time."

"...Okay. Sorry."

"Good." She chuckled, tossing the cloth to the side before leaning into him. Naked as she was, her breasts pressed against his chest, the soft squish almost enough to make him squirt a little pre-cum right there.

As she pressed her nose to his neck, and then down along his chest, he could feel her breathing in over and over again. She was taking in his scent, then? Or was she - no, she was taking in her own, smelling herself on him. Her nose twitched, pressing down against his belly, and then down just over his cock.

"Hmmph."

"What?"

"You reek of yourself."

"I...can't help that."

"You should smell like me." She sighed. "I guess we'll have to go another twenty rounds when we get back from the agency."

"..."

His cheeks burned as his mind dredged up the memories from the last time that he had gone to the 'agency'. He'd gotten knocked out at the front gate, strapped down, his cock milked for everything that it had. There'd been nothing left...and then, less than a few hours later, he had been in a state that was just as bad.

"Do we have to?" he asked.

"Of course."

"Why can't you just...you know..."

"Because they have medication to go with it...and they are trying to be official about it," Vasilisa said, making air quotes with her fingers. "Records and all that. They want to make sure that everyone is marked."

"So...so when do we go?"

"Hmm...As soon as you get dressed."

"Oh, come on."

"I could make you go naked."

The Kotyavr smiled at him, and the way that she showed her teeth told him that she wasn't kidding in the slightest. She would do it, and she would enjoy it, but that didn't mean that he would.

"Um...I'll get dressed."

"Good boy."

One tram ride later - one that had left him shuddering the whole way there, and in which Vasilisa had been forced to use her magic to keep him in his seat - they arrived. The brutal architecture of the agency loomed over them, thick, square structures that were as featureless and potent as one could imagine.

Vasilisa, of course, wasn't affected by it, so he followed behind her, staring at her soft curves from behind as a way of not thinking about the building beside them. He didn't want to think about how sore his cock was going to be after this, or how much his balls were going to try and swell.

He pulled at the collar of his shirt, still not used to the way that his clothes fit on him. Not only was he taller than he had been, but his muscles were popping up a bit more than he was used to, too. They were thicker, harder, heavier on his frame, and while they were not too bad, they were more than enough to make his belly show under his shirt, and enough to make it tight enough to risk ripping at every move that he made. It wasn't comfortable, but it wasn't entirely...bad.

It did, however, make him feel like a stud, and that was not something that he needed to be feeling right then. His cock already made a rounded lump in his pants, something that looked like he had stuffed large fruits down there, and his sweats were on the verge of ripping apart right then and there. The slightest excitement had him ready to start gushing pre-cum, and he had already had a few bubbling instances on the tram that Vasilisa had hidden with her magic.

If the agency saw that, he was afraid that they'd try and lock him up. They had been scary enough last time.

The Kotyavr led them to the front gate, and he was surprised to find the rabbit there again. He blinked at her, she blinked at him, and then Vasilisa started talking.

"This is a registered Spermatosaurus, checking in for a day's treatment. Name of Mohrahk Morvokowus."

"I see. And you are?"

"His handler."

The rabbit woman, curvy as he remembered but looking shorter than she had been the previous day, rifled through her papers. She looked up, then looked through them again.

"I don't see anything about him having a handler," she said.

The Kotyavr looked over her shoulder at him, and Moh just about sank through the pavement. He didn't know if he had done something wrong, but that stare was more than enough to convince him that he probably had. The hybrid blushed as Vasilisa turned back to the rabbit once more, tilting her head back.

"I am his handler. He forgot to register me. As you might remember, he was rather...intoxicated at the time."

"Is that what we're calling it now?" the rabbit asked, shaking her head and shuffling the papers. "Look, I'm willing enough to print out a guest pass if he vouches for you, but if you think that you're going in freely -"

"I've had enough of this. I am his handler, and what's more -"

The rabbit pressed a button, and Moh braced himself to be tranquilized again, just like last time. The beep happened...but the dart didn't hit him.

Instead, the Kotyavr stood there with her hand raised, her fingers twiddling back and forth with the dart between them, each digit tipped with just a hint of her magic. She narrowed her eyes at the staring rabbit, crossing one arm under her breasts.

"Try that again. I dare you."

"..."

"Now, let me in."

"Anything magical has to be restrained before being allowed through the gates," the rabbit said, obviously sliding into a half-remembered spiel, but once more, the Kotyavr cut her off.

"I said, let me in. You want to treat this Spermatosaurus, then you will let me come with him. Or so help me, I'll set him loose on the women just across the street. Right now."

Moh opened his mouth -

"Shut up." Vasilisa leaned in, pressing one hand to the glass. "I have many tricks that I can pull right now, rabbit, and none of them are going to be good for you."

"If you try it, security will be here in one minute."

"And in thirty seconds, my Spermatosaurus here will have infected four other girls. It would be easy...and it will be all your fault if you keep me waiting out here."

"..."

"What will it be, woman? Four infected...or one new handler?"

"...Please hold. I...I have to speak to my supervisor."

"Do that."

As the rabbit got up and walked away from her post, giving a probably unconscious sway of her ass in the process, Vasilisa tossed the dart to the ground. The tip dripped with some sort of drug, and Moh trembled at the thought of what she had just managed to do. More, what she had been threatening to make him do.

_Breed.

Rut.

Fuck.

Break._

The thought of being turned loose, of being made to fuck other people just because the Kotyavr told him to, was more than arousing to the monster side of him. His cock and balls swelled further still, making his pants all the tighter, all the harder to deal with. He groaned, his cock rising against his will, throbbing against the front of his pants, even as Vasilisa turned around and looked up at him.

"What?"

"...You're scary."

"Thank you."

"Um..."

"Now, you just look scary...and sexy." She looked him up and down. "You've got the second part. Do more of the first part."

"..."

"Snarl...or something..."

She shook her head, turning back to the glass as he tentatively raised a lip in a half-snarl. It wasn't much, but he hoped that it'd be good enough for her.

The security booth opened from the other side, and the rabbit returned with a stallion behind her. The stallion looked normal...almost. His mane shifted slightly, showing a hint of a black shimmer to it, and Moh cocked his head to the side, almost like he was looking at something that wasn't quite there.

Vasilisa snorted.

"A night stallion? They give the monsters jobs, too?"

"I have been told that you want to be a handler for your monster, here."

"Becoming a monster, but yes."

"Why didn't you fill out the paperwork the first time?"

"I had to send him along. And besides, I didn't want you to try and 'register' me."

"I see. And what's to stop that now?"

"Him," Vasilisa said, tossing her thumb over her shoulder at the hybrid. Moh tried to oblige by snarling at the glass, but he didn't know if he did a very good job, really.

It did, however, get the stallion to stare at him. The dark-furred male folded his arms behind his back, his shimmering tail flicking back and forth, his outfit of blue and green pulled tight across his torso as he stared through the glass. Moh felt a bit challenged, a bit...pushed...and he surprised himself as he started to growl under his breath.

The stallion nodded.

"Yes, he's a bit wild still, isn't he?"

"Very."

"Alright. You can be registered as his handler...and you may be allowed inside. However, you will have to wear restraints yourself. We do not allow outside magic to roam free in these halls."

"...Fine." Vasilisa nodded. "But I am allowed to attend all his...treatments."

"That is fair." The stallion nodded to the rabbit. "Let them in."

Moh wasn't entirely sure how that had happened, but at least it was done and over with now. And hey, this time, he wasn't getting -

PFFT PFFT!

Two darts hit the back of his neck, and he was down and out in no time at all, barely managing a groan as he hit the pavement.

#

Moh woke up on his back in the middle of the milking room again, and he sighed. The Sergal-Spermatosaurus hybrid leaned back on the table, resting his head against the padded part at the head of it, waiting for someone to show up and start milking him. It wasn't going to be fun after the first orgasm, but he knew that this was needed.

Particularly now.

His eyes felt like they were barely open, and he could see more the colors of heat rather than the actual world around him. That meant that the transformation back to a Spermatosaurus was almost there, and he didn't want to turn into nothing more than a breeding machine again.

Yes, you do.

Moh groaned, trying to keep his eyes open while he could. The world was a confusing mess of infra-red and the actual visible spectrum, and the walls varied from black to chrome and then back again depending on what he was seeing more of at that moment in time. He turned his head left, right, then left again, taking in the view.

There was nobody in the room with him just yet, but he was strapped down. Arms, legs, neck, stomach. Everything strapped down with a layer of leather, and then a layer of metal. It was strong enough that it even held his massive frame down, keeping him from shifting his weight or even trying to lift his arm.

And then...

Then there was his cock.

Even laying down, he could see the massive shaft, swollen and barbed at the tip. It was heavy and dripping, thick and hard, and he could feel just how needy it had become. All the females that he had seen, all that time staring at Vasilisa's swaying ass, had come back to haunt him. Now, it was all he could do to not bruise himself on the metal with the urge to hump the air and fuck something.

_Breed.

Rut.

Fuck.

Fill._

The urge was there again, alright, and it was back with a vengeance. He groaned under his breath, closing his eyes as he felt his balls churning, the great orbs pressing against his thighs with great need. They were bigger than ever, the great, swollen sac of a beast that was ready to breed an army of females.

_Rut.

Breed.

Rut.

Breed._

Moh growled deep in his throat, conscious thought slipping away. His cock throbbed harder still, becoming fatter, swelling. The veins along the side started to pop, making it look like some monster's cock rather than someone that was still able to think. That was appropriate, because it was made to make monsters.

The tip swelled, dripping like mad, his pre-cum rolling down his shaft like slithering serpents, trailing down along the sides and pooling at his crotch. His fur was soaked instantly, and the smell of rutting male filled the room. His own musk was stronger than anything that he had smelled in a long time, and he thrust forward without thinking. The belt around his waist slammed into him, hard, and he grunted at the discomfort.

"Rrrrrrrrgh..."

There was no way for him to speak, now. There were no words for him. The urge to fuck, the urge to breed, was beyond control. He panted for breath as he whipped his head back and forth, his tongue flicking past his lips, almost shooting through the air like a frog's tongue, trying to catch things that weren't there.

When he tasted no females, he roared again, and the sound shook the room.

Finally, something opened with a swoosh. He whipped his head around, the vision of a heated body all he could see. He swung his tongue around, darting it for the figure -

Only for it to stop a half-inch from the heat-silhouette's face, caught in a grip that was beyond anything that he could fight. Even in his bestial state, he recognized it. The Kotyavr's power.

Vasilisa.

He tried to look at her with more than his heat vision, but the silhouette was all hot red, nothing more, nothing less. She chuckled as she stepped through the door, her hand extended towards his tongue, holding it in a grip of something that wasn't quite there. The Kotyavr chuckled as she walked up to his table, the door shutting behind her.

"You stink," she said, almost playfully.

"Mmmph..."

"I know...you need milking..."

She chuckled, and she let go of him. His tongue slithered back into his mouth, and he growled at her, trying to pull his arms free of the bindings, doing everything that he could think of to try and grip her. However, nothing worked. The restraints were too powerful, even as he bruised his arms trying to get free of them.

The Kotyavr was almost invisible to him, other than as an indistinct - if curvy - red blob. He growled at her, wanting to shove her down on his dick, but all he could do was thrash around under his restraints.

"Heh...my beast..."

She leaned down, giving him a gentle lick across the forehead.

"Don't worry. You'll get me...soon enough...but first...I want you to see me, see what I do..."

Something - he wasn't sure what - gripped his cock. The beast arched his back against the cold steel against his spine, grinding his waist against his restraints, bunching up his arms against the grip of steel and leather. He growled, twisting his head this way and that as the strange grip on his cock bounced up and down, up and down, pumping his dick good and hard.

There was no lube, no warmth. It was as if there was nothing there, nothing but the strange pressure that he felt. He looked down, but saw no warmth around his cock, no living thing there. Nothing gripped him, yet he could feel the 'hand' that moved up and down his cock, moving faster, faster, faster still, making his balls bounce from the sheer violence of the stroking. It was pushing him right to the edge already, his heavy balls churning like mad.

"That's it, my beast...show me what you have..."

He didn't have a choice. Having been pent-up all day long, there was no way for Moh to hold back when she pumped him like that. Despite wanting to thrust against her hand, despite wanting to pull her down against his cock so that he could stake his claim once more, he was helpless. He was a caged beast.

And that humiliation was enough to push the sergal part of him over the edge.

With a deep roar, he came, and his cock felt like it was bursting with just how hard it throbbed, how much it pulsed as he blew his load. Every single drop of cum rising up his cock could be felt, and he roared at the top of his lungs as he came. Shot, shot, squirt, squirt, shot, shot. Thick, heavy ropes of it went flying through the air, and some of them came down on his belly, and some of them went past his head, hitting the metallic floor with a splatter and a splash.

Yet, even as he came, he knew he wasn't done. Despite getting a hint of his vision back, able to see Vasilisa enough through the red haze to be able to tell that she was naked - completely naked, save for a pair of cuffs around her wrists - but before he could talk to her, she was grabbing a bottle from beneath the table.

"That was a good start, but you know that you have so much more than that."

"V-Vasilisa..."

"No talking, my beast..."

She smiled the whole time as she upended the bottle over his groin, smearing some sort of lube over his crotch. It was slick and slimy, something that clung but made sure that everything else would just slide right off. He groaned under his breath, wanting to arch his back but failing.

Yet, there was something else. He could feel it, sense it. He looked down at his chest, and through the heat-haze that he was putting off, he could just about see it.

The little sperm cells. They weren't so little anymore.

Oh, that wasn't to say that they were downright huge, but they were almost the size of a flea, now, the sort of thing that one could see with the naked eye. His cheeks burned as he realized just how potent those cells were, now, and how they could just batter down any defense that a woman had against getting impregnated by him. There was nothing that they could do to hold back unless they were like Vasilisa and could just make it disappear.

Then, the sight was taken from him as she straddled his well-lubed cock. She pressed her pussy against him, smirking, gripping the head.

"Let's see how long it takes you to shrink those balls...I bet you can last at least another thirty rounds..."

"Nnngh..."

"And if you can't..."

She leaned down, her breasts pressed against his cummy chest, her hind-paws curling so that her toes and claws tickled his balls. Her whisper was loud enough for him to hear, and only him.

"If you can't...I'll just get this infection that much stronger...And turn you right back..."

She licked his cheek as he gasped. She...she would push it? She'd keep him from turning all the way back? She'd keep him a monster? Why -

Then she slid forward, and it was all he could do not to scream again.

It was the perfect sort of milking, and it was the sort of thing that only Vasilisa was capable of doing, immune as she seemed to be to the Spermatosaurus corruption. She gripped his cock at the head, rubbing the tip against her palm and polishing it, all while grinding her pussy against the lower part of his cock, teasing herself and him at the same time.

The beast wanted to be let loose, to punish this female for giving it such a tease. He just wanted to lay there, to enjoy it.

Vasilisa was so light in comparison to before. Now that he was bigger, stronger, there was almost no pressure from her body on him, nothing to tell him that she was riding his dick in a very different way. He groaned, he growled, he even tried to lift his head to bite at her to push her back, but nothing worked.

"That's it. You know where you belong. You're mine, Mohrahk...mine...my beast..."

A sudden clench around the head of his cock brought him over the edge, making him cum hard. He tried to thrust, again, but failed. Instead, he just came, his seed squirting against her fingers, the little sperm cells just large enough to see wriggling between her fingers, some of them almost looking like they were trying to burrow into her skin. Was it possible for them to breed someone through the flesh that way, or was that just his imagination?

Whatever it was, he didn't have the focus to pay attention to it, because Vasilisa slid further up his cock, grinding the tip of it right against her sex. He yowled at the top of his lungs as he felt her grinding right into it, intentionally rubbing herself up against the barbs at the top of his cock, intentionally puffing herself up and getting herself more heated down there.

Why?

She leaned in, growling in his ear, her lips spread in a near-feral grin of her own.

"I want the beast...because only the beast...can handle me."

The way that she growled right before slamming his cock into her pussy was not an encouraging sound, but it was an arousing one...and it made even the beast want to roll over and show its belly in submission.

Who knew how many orgasms later, Moh and Vasilisa were allowed to leave the agency. He didn't know what had happened after he passed out some hours later, but when he'd woken up, the Kotyavr had been in an argument with the night stallion. Something about being kept in quarantine, and something about not wanting 'you assholes' to start doing anything experimental to her.

As a result, they left, but with someone following them. Moh occasionally looked over his shoulder to see if they were still there, and they always were. He shook his head, following Vasilisa to the tram stop.

"That guy is getting annoying."

"If he tries to get on the tram with us, I'll deal with him," she said. "My beast is mine. Nobody else's."

Her possessiveness was as sexy as it was disturbing, and he hadn't forgotten the way that she had stared at him, growled at him while he was pinned to the table. There was something about Vasilisa that he had never seen before, something that she liked about him like this that...disturbed him. He didn't know how to handle it, didn't know what to think of it, but it worried him that it might lead him to being nothing but a monster in the future.

She held him by the hip as they walked along, and didn't allow him to take any side steps, or pull away from her. It was like they were on a date, and while he was shorter, less...bulky, he was still bigger than her. He wanted to feel good about this, but the more that his world changed, the harder it was to think straight.

For that matter, it got harder and harder to think at all. The beast inside of him might have been submerged for now, drained on an intense milking and who knew how many drugs shoved down his throat while he had been on the table, but when it decided to come out again, it was going to take back everything that it had lost, and then seize everything that it wanted. Vasilisa, and who knew how many other females?

Have to stay in control. Have to -

Then the Kotyavr pushed her tail up under his nose, and there was a scent to it...a hot...thick...

He growled deep in his throat, and his cock started throbbing again. She patted it gently as they approached the station.

"Good beast..."

The End

Summary: Moh and Vasilisa have to go and tend to his growing bestial tendencies, so they go back to the milking agency from earlier. This time, however, Vasilisa takes part in the procedure.

Tags: M/F, nudity, sergal, spermatosaurus, kotyavr, feline, hybrid, modern fantasy, urban fantasy, handjob, grinding, vaginal, orgasm, cum, milking, hyper sperm,