Proper Atire
This is an old RP from my archive.
Proper Attire Co-written by Leo_Todrius and Nemoralis
Evening was settling across the city, the streets really coming alive after the heat of the day. People had been hiding indoors but with the sun below the mountains in the horizon and fresh breezes coming from the ocean there was no stopping anyone. Luke navigated his way through the streets easier than most, the twenty four year old being given a wide birth. He stood at a little over six feet tall and had broad shoulders, that was enough to distance many, but what really set him apart was the carefully groomed sunlight orange mohawk standing above his head... If not that, then his piercings gave him extra room; snake bite piercings on his lips, numerous silver studs along his right ear and a tragus ring in the cartilage over his left ear canal. From his chin a similarly orange dyed goatee hang, curving down underneath. He crossed the street and let himself into the apartment building of his friend, moving up the stairs. It was almost as if the air got fresher as he approached. His friend had become quite the plant lover in the last month. Luke reached up, knocking on the old door. From inside the apartment came a thump, a muffled curse, and finally soft footsteps. The door opened a couple inches, up to the length of the security chain, and a single vibrant green eye peered out at Luke. From inside the apartment came a soft breath of moist air which smelled clean and fresh and was wonderfully warm.
"Hey, Luke, what's up?" Charles' warm, breathy voice came out barely as strong as a summer breeze, his full red lips barely moving, as his single visible eye fixed unblinkingly on Luke. Nothing besides that eye and a sliver of smooth, pale skin which stretched over Charles' high, sharp cheekbone.
"Not much, thought I'd drop by a bit early... How's the greenhouse doing?" Luke asked, finding himself inhaling deeply. The air was so fresh, he was starting to understand why Charles was so into it. Luke licked his lips involuntarily, playing with his piercings for a moment before he focused, eyes returning to the green one peering out, "You still going to that costume party thing?" Luke added after a moment. He was sure Charles was, Charles had been the one to invite him. Still, it seemed sort of random... But it was something to do. Charles blinked before he bobbed his head in assent.
"Yeah. You still interested in going? I'm pretty sure you'll like it," he replied with a small smirk. He slowly swiped his tongue along his lower lip as he started straight into Luke's eyes, never blinking once. "Watcha doin' right now, hmm?" he asked as he leaned a bit closer to the door crack, bringing his chin into view with its narrow, neatly trimmed goatee. The thing almost glistened, like it had been oiled to keep every single hair in place.
"What? Oh, nothing. I just came over early, I wasn't sure where the shop was. Should... I come back later?" Luke murmured. He was transfixed and he didn't know why. Despite their slightly different styles, Luke and Charles had been friends for some time... But now... Luke couldn't look away. Charles could see like so many others that Luke was falling for his spell. A wicked grin slid across Charles' face as he nodded.
"Come in, then, why don't you? I'll get ready and we can go pick you out a costume, yeah?" he murmured as he closed the door. The security chain rattled for a second before the door opened. The living room was dark, lit only by some dim, dark red lights in the corners. Charles was nowhere to be seen, but the door to his bedroom at the end of the hall clicked shut, so it could be safely assume he'd gone there to get ready to go. The living room, hall, dining area, even the kitchen and bathroom were all covered in plants. The walls had shelves upon shelves of dark green leaves and vines tangled together as they grew out of large pots. A quiet sound of slow dripping echoed from somewhere in the room, which was about 75 degrees and extremely humid. Luke moved in, still inhaling deeply. The scent was so clean and yet earthy... Fresh and yet musky... The soil was almost black it was so rich in nutrients and the plants were prospering with amazingly lush leaves and buds despite the dimness in the room. Luke almost felt as if he could get lost in there, in the dark forest all alone. He reached out, resting some fingers on some of the vines, amazed. It was like living in a steam room but rather refreshing. Luke suddenly blushed, wondering why in the world he was getting hard. He tried to adjust his pants to hide it before Charles came back.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" whispered Charles' soft voice into Luke's ear. His warm breath ghosted across Luke's skin as he continued, "They're unique. You'd probably have trouble finding them anywhere else in the world, unless you knew exactly what to look for. They're so understanding . . . " he trailed off as he brushed a hand over the leafy wall. In the dimness of the room, it was hard to tell, but the plants seemed to trail after Charles' hand, some of the smaller creepers tangling together after his touch had left. "Ready to go?" Charles asked as he stepped back and cocked his head to the right, letting his hair fall away from his face so he could fix both of his practically glowing eyes on Luke.
"I almost wish I didn't have to... This place is amazing." Luke smirked gently. Still, they had a party to go to... Luke moved close to Charles as they moved to leave, surprised when he spotted both eyes. With Charles' usual emo hairstyle it was a rare sight. Still, the pun amused Luke. Even in the dim light Charles could see Luke's skin glistening with moisture and humidity from the room, almost sparkling. Drops of water careened over his skin, soaking into his hair and goatee. Unlike Luke, Charles' skin was dry, though his hair shone like an oleander leaf. He smiled and gestured with one slim arm at the door. "After you, good sir," he said softly. Luke moved out ahead of Charles, heading down the steps once more, feeling abnormally happy. Down the hallway a few of Charles' neighbors gazed at him dreamily as he left, giving half sober waves. Charles shut and locked his apartment before following Luke, his steps silent and fluid as he practically glided down the hallway. He paid no attention to his other neighbors, but kept letting his gaze wander down to Luke's tight, round butt. He smirked to himself as they reached the elevator and he tapped the down button, letting his other hand brush innocently over Luke's lower back. Charles stepped to the side then, letting his arms fall to his sides as he stood before Luke, fully visible for the first time in awhile. Charles was slim and graceful, his skin pale and smooth and a perfect contrast to the tight black tank top he wore. Around his narrow hips were strapped a pair of pants which molded to his ass and hips before flaring to wide cuffs at the bottom. The pants flared around him as he walked, almost like a skirt, but with separate legs. "So, any idea what you want to go as?" Charles asked as he gazed at Luke.
"Well... You said it was a costume party... Fantasy sorts of stuff?" Luke asked, considering, "A mohawked orc might be kind of cool but that'd be a lot of paint... A centaur would be too much hard work. My feet aren't hairy enough for a hobbit." Luke smirked. He looked Charles over, "What are you going as?" Luke asked. His mind racked his brain for a moment. He briefly considered wood elf but that seemed too simplistic for such a well researched friend.
"A dryad," Charles replied simply, with an elegant shrug of his shoulder. Everything about him seemed elegant, these days. Though it's not as if Luke had seen him often in the past month, since Charles had started doing something and always seemed busy. It probably had something to do with his plants, since the man had started growing them about a month ago--
"Is there anything you used to love as a child?" Charles asked with a raised eyebrow and slightly cocked head.
"Loved as a child?" Luke considered. He didn't realize it but he was standing closer to Charles than he had ever stood with anyone, invading his personal space. It was rather natural to Charles these days though, "I don't know... I loved to play around but when I got into my teens I was a problem child, drinking when I wasn't supposed to, getting up to all sorts of mischief. I was okay at music I suppose." Luke said.
"You ever hum to yourself when you're distracted or bored?" Charles asked as he led Luke out of the elevator and onto the street, starting down the sidewalk as if he knew exactly where he was going--and he probably did, since he'd told Luke how to get to the costume shop.
"Yeah, all the time. Whistle too, although only when no one is around." Luke chuckled, not really taking in the sights. Even the plants outside of Charles' apartment had grown more lush and healthy, vines moving along cement planters and road islands. As they approached the costume shop--which looked seedy as hell, but not as bad as any of the porn stores or that one secondhand bookstore in town--Charles peered up when the sun peeked briefly through the clouds. He let out a sigh of pleasure as he spread his arms a bit and soaked up the warm rays for a moment. He looked down at the door of the shop and pulled it open, making the cheap bells attached to the door chime tinnily. Gesturing into the shop, Charles grinned sharply at Luke.
"You sure love sun a lot more than most people would guess." Luke grinned, not that it was a diss. He moved into the shop, looking around. At first he had been surprised by the displays in the shop but he had quickly calmed himself, realizing it was a costume shop. The store seemed to be divided into materials rather than themes. The far right corner held the simple plastic and rubber costumes for Halloween; Aliens, super heroes, celebrities. There were photo realistic costumes in the back left corner in a nook under the stairs... But the center of the store seemed to be made up of colored latex and lycra, rubber. Artistic costumes were strung about, almost interpretive. Amazing nearly transparent wings hugged a green and blue bodysuit swirled in faint colors. A deep burgundy bodysuit was painted with the faint outline of defined muscles, a thick rubber demonic tail hanging behind it. Luke wandered around in awe. Charles followed behind Luke, smiling around at all the costumes, letting his hand gently brush over the racks he walked beside as he glanced rather frequently at Luke's backside--just to make sure he kept track of the other man.
"Any of them strike your fancy, yet? Oh, I have an idea! You said you whistle and hum? How about a satyr?" Charles exclaimed as he took a step forward and lightly smacked Luke's ass. Luke was caught off guard by the smack to the ass but for some reason it quickly faded from his mind.
"A satyr? Like pan? Goat legs?" Luke considered, pausing, "I am rocking the goatee... And didn't they like to party hard? Totally a punk's mythical brother. Hell, I'll rock the satyr!" Luke nodded.
"Alright! I think I know where they keep them. Come on," Charles said as he walked past Luke. He let his hand linger on Luke's ass, giving a gentle squeeze before he was walking away down the aisles, his gaze fixed on something a few rows over. Luke followed after, noticing some costume piercings in a display case, distracted before he focused again and followed after Charles. The light coming in the windows was tinted and diffused. The more Luke thought about it, he hadn't been able to see in past the display cases from the outside. It was an awfully private sort of shop. He came up behind Charles. Out of the corner of Charles' eyes one of the costumes almost seemed to be wriggling on a hanger, the deep forest green and black fabric squirming, the cuffs on the legs shredded, seeming almost like roots that draped over the feet. After a moment the costume stopped moving.
Charles smirked and winked at the costume before turning his attention back to Luke. "Here they are. They're pretty much one-size-fits-all, but it's the first I've ever seen that really is. Pick the one that suits your fancy," Charles murmured as he gestured at the bar hung with gleaming rubber satyr legs, complete with cloven hooves. On a shelf just above each set of legs was a set of horns and usually a couple of bands which would fit around the bicep and/or wrists. Each pair of horns was different and no two pairs of cuffs or bands were the same, either. There were also several different colors, from purple to black to white to red. Luke looked around, selecting a classic black pair of leggings. They were fairly heavy, a lot of rubber involved in the complex bends. He draped them over one arm before selecting a pair of brown and orange leather bracers for his arm and black bands for his arms. He was a little more picky with the horns before finding a pair of dark black horns that would slope back along his head. Luke had been worried at first imagining some terrible headband but each horn seemed to have its own adhesive backing.
"Where is the dressing room? Or... the shopkeeper?" Luke asked after a moment, looking around.
"I'm right here," said a man's voice from a few rows over. He stood nearly six feet and was dressed in a rubber bodysuit and corset that looked like it was mostly for decoration. He offered a grin to Luke and pointed at the back of the store where a curtain rod was set up with a rubber curtain pushed up against the wall. "Dressing room's back there, hon," he said, winking at Luke. Charles raised his eyebrow at the shopkeeper who snickered and rolled his eyes.
"How hard core is the party going to be? People going all out?" Luke asked Charles as he moved into the dressing room, pulling the curtain shut. He looked at the gear before taking off his shirt and vest, setting them aside. His nipples perked a bit in the cool air of the store. Luke ran his hand inside the Satyr pants to get a feel for how much room there was going to be. It was probably impossible to wear pants with them so soon Luke took his shoes, socks and pants off, standing in his underwear.
"It's lots of fun. Yeah, people will probably be going all out," Charles replied as he leaned against the wall and peeked through the crack in the curtain, a grin curling his lips as he watched Luke strip to his underwear. Luke was about to try on the pants but a naughty thought entered his mind. Satyrs were the partiers, the throw caution to the wind type... And he could be too. Luke slipped his underwear off before he flapped the satyr legs out and began sliding a leg in, toes sliding between the tight confines of the black rubber, sliding deeper and deeper. It flexed and stretched across his skin, the inside fairly slick to he didn't stick to it.
The rubber squeezed Luke's leg tightly, and seemed to slide between his toes even as it compressed them gently once he seated his foot completely. He found himself forced to stand on his toes, which felt oddly natural considering it wasn't. His calves looked shorter and more defined under the curls of rubber that were soft enough to feel like rubber fur. Luke had been surprised by it all, expecting sheer flat rubber but they had done amazing things to simulate fur. He felt more like a party animal already. He began sliding his other leg in, one arm braced against the wall of the dressing room, the other tugging the leg up as he rested on his toes on the other foot. Soon his foot was down pretty far and he was hefting the waist up over the curve of his but and over his groin, eventually letting the lip rest around his waist. He shifted his weight a bit, making sure it wasn't too snug as he moved to put the bands onto his bare arms. The rubber fit tightly and flexed around his skin with every movement, but didn't seem to hamper any of his motions. Each shift of his hips or thighs or calves caused the slick inside of the legs to slide over his skin sensually. The arm bands fit lightly over his biceps, just barely staying in place. They looked like they should fit tighter, but as Luke flexed his arms he found the seemed to fit better--whether it was because his shoulders and arms seemed a bit bulkier than before or because the bands shrank, he wasn't sure. The horns had what looked like peel-n-stick adhesive, so were probably a one time use sort of thing that would last for one wearing.
"I hope the glue is strong, I don't want to have premature de-horning." Luke muttered to himself, putting the strapped bracers around his wrists. He was looking more like a rough and tumble Satyr by the moment. At last he arrived at the horns. He peeled the backing off, glancing at a mirror. He lifted one horn up and carefully affixed it to his head, glad it was so easy with his mohawk. He had to admit, the horns were awesome. Made him look like some kind of demon. The thought of being a bad boy stirred his loins but Luke was hoping not to do anything he'd regret in the costume. The horns stuck firmly to the skin once pressed in place and held still in their places, even when Luke shook his head around. They gleamed in the light which hung above the curtained area and they seemed to feel right on his head, as if they were supposed to be there.
"Like it?" Charles' voice asked from just outside the curtain. "It's like nothing else, isn't it?" Luke peeled the backing off the other horn and stuck it on, setting the backing down and taking a step back. He moved around, admiring himself. Black legs, black horns, firm chest with pierced nipples, a fair orange goatee that matched the bracers.
"Are There a lot of these parties? I'll need to show this off..." Luke chuckled.
"They happen often enough . . . " Charles replied with a chuckle of his own. He brushed aside the curtain and stepped in to admire Luke in a more obvious way. "Yes, you will have to show that off. I like what I see," he said quietly as he licked his lips with a sensual slowness.
Luke ran his hands over the rubber fur. It was amazingly dense, the weight to it giving an odd satisfaction to Luke. He moved out of the dressing room, feeling quite odd walking as he was. He tried to get a look at his legs. "Whoa, these legs... They sure simulate the real thing, huh?" he muttered, peeking over his shoulder to see how his ass was. There was even a tiny rubber tail behind him.
"That they do," Charles replied as he propped his elbows on one of the racks and watched Luke walk around. He grinned as he eyed the sculpted and completely naked rubber ass before him, with the short tail laying down between the pert, muscular cheeks. "Do you feel it?" he asked as he watched the man before him.
"The rubber? It's a lot better than I expected, so fluid." Luke said. Suddenly Charles felt a pressure on his elbow as green rubber tendrils snaked around his arm, holding it in place. More rubber tendrils shot out around his other arm, pulling his back to the rack. Thicker tentacles slid up under the back of his shirt, starting to weave across his skin like serpents, sending gentle microscopic roots into his flesh. More tentacles began pushing down into Charles' pants, pushing between his cheeks, wrapping together before delving into his ass. Charles could tell his costume was longing to be reunited. Charles let out a quiet grunt of pleasure as he pushed back against the slick tendril forcing its way inside him. He leaned back against the rack and let his costume reassert its shape onto him.
"Mmm . . . yessss" Charles hissed as he let his eyes fall halfway shut. At the same time, the rubber covering Luke's legs squeezed itself around him, making its presence known in his most intimate and private of areas. The rubber tenderly crept between his cheeks and pressed against his entrance. There was the sensation of a strong tongue licking its way slowly across Luke's pucker. The tip of that rubbery tongue slid into his ass with a smooth, effortless motion that sent shivers of pleasure through Luke. Luke stumbled forward, his hands bracing against the wall. He had been caught completely off guard, eyes wide in shock. He glanced over his shoulder enough to notice no one was behind him but not that Charles had been restrained to a clothing rack. The dryad costume was getting more insistent, missing the bond with its master. It slammed its bundle of tentacles back and forth inside Charles' ass before they spread apart, teasing his insides, accosting his prostate heavily. Countless more tendrils snakes across his skin. Each time Charles went without the costume it seemed to get even more desperate when reunited. Charles watched his clothes get shredded by the tendrils. They had the slightest of thorns but when they sunk into his skin it sent waves of pleasure through his body. Charles' nipples throbbed, moistening with slick dew. The tendrils made their way around his waist and down, nestling around his balls before they started coiling around his shaft. Soon Charles felt himself getting worked up by the tentacles, some of the smallest ones curling over the head of his shaft before pushing in, sliding deeper and deeper.
Charles let out a moaning gasp as he arched in pleasure. More insistent indeed! He clenched his hands around two conveniently available tendrils and squeezed them tightly, needing something to hang onto as the waves of pleasure washed over him. He cracked his eyes a bit and watched as Luke's costume came to life and began rippling and flowing over his skin. The rubber caressed Luke's inner thighs even as it slid further inside him, building pressure right inside the entrance, rubbing and wiggling against his prostate. The edges of the satyr costume suddenly sent out tendrils over Luke's skin--before burrowing into Luke, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure into his hips. He felt the rubber enter his bloodstream like a cool flood. The flood moved down into his ass and his thighs and his calves and down into his feet. The cool sensation turned into a vague numbness that spread from his hips downward. As Luke turned to face a mirror on the wall, he could see the rubber, its tendrils flowing smoothly into his skin in a jagged line around his hips, leaving the tops of his hipbones visible in front and the top curve of his muscular ass in back. His short tail grew straight out from his tailbone and he found he could almost feel it through the numbness.
"What the... What the fuck is... going..." Luke tried before giving up, feeling so good. It was so amazing. His eyes clamed shut as he started humping against the wall. He had to be high, that had to be it... What had he come across? He moaned and grunted, giving in more and more. The tendrils and tentacles working on Charles were getting quite aggressive. Charles' shirt had been obliterated. Instead his arms were covered in vines of deep green contrasting with his pale skin. The vines made a half shirt over his pectorals and shoulder blades, spiraling up to his nipples but leaving them bare. His pants soon fell to the ground, his legs covered in the same pattern of vines, hanging on his hips, pulling his ass apart. His cock was being fondled, the pale skin taking on a faint green ting. His shaft had swollen to at least a foot long but that was nothing to Charles. When his costume had his way he could manipulate the vines and his own body in amazing ways... Unbelievable ways. Sap, dew, nectar... Vines, tentacles, roots... His body was a dryad's dream.
Charles sighed in pleasure, feeling like he'd come home after a long day of hell at work. He felt his costume lower his pants to the ground and smiled in gratitude: his costume knew those pants were special to him. But his costume was so much better than a pair of pants. Charles let out another sigh of pleasure and looked over at Luke. Luke felt feeling return to his rubbery legs in a rush of sensitivity and strength. His thighs had thickened and his ass had rounded to accommodate his bent-legged stance. A squirming, slick sensation began in Luke's crotch and wrapped around his shaft, pulling it vertical against his belly. He felt the rubber tighten around his cock before sliding down from tip to base: the sensation felt like he was pushing out of a tight rubber hole that was pulsing and squeezing just for him. Turning toward Charles, Luke's cock was easily visible as a thick black shaft pushing out of a rubber-furred sheath positioned right above a massive pair of balls held tightly in a rubber sack with much shorter fur wrapping them. The pressure in his cock suddenly started increasing, sending increasingly pleasurable waves through him, all emanating from his cock.
"Charles!" Luke called out, panting hard. He staggered around a bit, now due only to the pleasure as he had adjusted to his new legs. It had felt so good, the slickness, the sheath around his cock. He even let out a bleated moan as he grabbed his cock with both hands and started working it. Charles felt a familiar sting as thorns emerged along his ears and one of his eyebrows, the thorns forming a natural kind of piercing that made him look much tougher. His dark hair picked up a few greenish hues in streaks but for the most part he was naked, covered artistically in intricate vines that could adjust if modesty was absolutely necessary. Charles' body emitted pheromones, a highly fertile plant after all.
Charles tipped his head up, from where he'd let it hang behind him, and looked over at Luke with a smirking grin. He slowly ran his hand over his own chest and belly, the tendrils covering his arms writhing in a slow dance. He settled for gently caressing his nipple as he watched Luke's changes accelerate. By now Luke's cock had grown to nearly a foot long and had become thicker than Charles' slim forearm. It glistened in the light as it throbbed gently against Luke's belly. The throbs began growing more intense and began pulsing throughout Luke's body. He felt his muscles becoming tight in his chest, back, belly, and arms. In the mirror, Luke could see his muscles pulsing with each throb, a ripple passing over his body, emanating from his cock. The ripple caused his muscles to throb and bulge and grow. Each pulse brought a minute growth to Luke's muscles. He began to take on the physique of a very fit athlete: sleek and defined and just big enough to hint at the true strength contained within.
His nipples tightened as his pecs swelled gently and his obliques quivered with tension while his biceps grew yet again, finally making the bands fit around his upper arms, properly seated between his shoulders and biceps. The rubber finally stopped flowing into Luke's ass and rested there comfortably, pulling his cheeks apart, keeping his ass exposed and ready. His cock dripped clear precum with each stroke as Luke's changes slowed. A pulse passed through Luke's head and he felt his horns push into his body and fuse with his skull. Luke stood in awe and confusion for a moment before he let out an intense moan. The tall, strong Satyr moved on heavy feet before he grabbed Charles and pulled him away from the clothing rack. Soon Charles' had the firm lips of a Satyr pushing against his, their groins soon grinding against one another. Luke couldn't help himself and soon his actions had devolved into humping his friend with such carnal lust, an act he could have never imagined before entering the shop. Charles smirked and kissed Luke back as he ground slowly against Luke's hips. He began slowly dominating the kiss, splitting his tongue in two and wrapping it around Luke's own tongue as Charles slid his tendrils around Luke's wrists and ankles. "Do you want to fuck me, Luke?" he murmured as he broke the kiss and began trailing his lips along Luke's jaw to bite and tug at the orange goatee. Precum had been leaking steadily during their embrace but as Charles tugged on Luke's goatee he trembled.
"Ungh, fuck! Anything, fuck... yes..." Luke muttered incoherently. He didn't care in which way things happened, all he knew was that he was horny and Charles was like a god. His fingers moved and started pinching and tugging on Charles' sensitive nipples, the precum leaking against charles' body, moisture being absorbed by the vines to nourish them.
"Mmm . . . good. I need a good fuck," Charles replied as he suddenly used his vines to flip Luke onto his back. Tendrils cradled his body down to the floor, preventing him from hurting himself as Charles straddled Luke's chest and let his heavy cock nestle against Luke's cheek as he rubbed his twitching hole against Luke's cock head. Luke splayed his goat legs surprisingly wide, letting them dangle in the air. They seemed rather uniquely qualified to manage the odd task. Luke relaxed his ass muscles to make as much room for Charles as possible. Things felt so right, his friend being there for him in his time of need. Luke bleated again, grinning wide, panting as his heart raced. Charles pressed down gently and let out a moan as he began panting slowly. He leaned down and kissed Luke as his vines wrapped around his own cock before shrinking away to leave Charles' crotch smooth, covered by a thin layer of tangled tendrils. Then below Luke a bulge of tendrils pushed up and parted to reveal Charles' massive cock, dripping slowly as Charles pressed his cock against Luke's ass. At the same time, Charles ground his own twitching hole down against the head of Luke's cock as Charles straddled Luke's chest.
Luke's mind was spinning as he tried to fathom what was about to happen but every time he did his body merely let loose a small jet of precum. Luke was in something far better than any heaven he imagined. He adjusted his body, doing anything to make what came next possible. Charles moaned as he felt the warm jets of precum hit his hole, getting absorbed by his skin as he kissed Luke gently. Charles' pushed his cock, growing out of a thick vine at the moment, gently into Luke, forcing the head of the thick appendage into Luke's tight ass. At the same time, Charles moaned and slid himself down onto Luke's cock, his ass eagerly accepting the thick shaft. Luke let out a deep moan, writhing and shuddering... but his new instincts quickly took root. He started thrusting up and down, sliding Charles' cock deeper as he slid out of his ass before he thrust back in and away from Charles' cock, pistoning in and out, working with him in blissful lust. Charles moaned low and soft as he rode Luke hard, taking the satyr's cock all the way to the root before lifting himself almost completely off the shaft, his cock pushing into Luke with a smooth motion that rubbed just right against Luke's prostate for the entire stroke.
Luke's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he didn't even breath, body locked in such lust, such passion. He'd never had sex like this before, his body aflame in sensual bliss. His prostate ached with such complete passion. When he regained a fraction of his senses he shifted his hips to try and do the same for Charles, his cock gliding so carefully into Charles' ass. Charles let out a grunt of pleasure and squeezed Luke's cock tightly as he pushed down against the satyr's thrusting cock. A loud moan filled the air as Charles felt his completion approaching, his cock thickening and hardening as he clenched harder around Luke's glorious cock. He reached down and pinched Luke's nipples harshly, sending a jolt of painful pleasure into Luke's chest. Luke bleated in delight, trying to cling to Charles as much as possible but essentially all he managed was to tighten the muscles around Charles' exquisite shaft, massaging it for all it was worth, Luke's ass eager to accept its first gift of a new life. Luke's cock swelled within Charles as his orgasm approached like an inevitable flash flood of pleasure, thundering through Luke's body. His rubber goat legs tingled as his climax approached. Charles moaned and drove himself down onto Luke's cock, at the same time thrusting his tentacle cock deep into Luke's ass. Luke let out an animalistic howl as his cock began spasming, sending shocking amounts of cum into Charles' ass. The rubber throbbed and pulsed as the thick cream flowed. Luke had no thoughts, his brain nothing but a raging sea of pleasure... although he knew that some of that pleasure was radiating from his ass, his lover giving him incredible pleasure. He could only hope he was doing the same.
With the first surge of cum into Charles' ass, he let out a keening cry of delight and clenched as tightly as he could, his ass massaging and squeezing and milking all of Luke's cum out of him. At the same time, Charles' tentacle cock began gushing a thick, sappy flood of cum that filled Luke with a slow buzz of pleasure as it flowed its way deeper into Luke, Charles' cock still throbbing and spasming. Luke gave a drunken grin, his head lolling about. Even so, his cock seemed only to spray more cum... It was a well known fact that Satyrs could form despite any level of intoxicants... In fact some thrived on it. Luke felt so blissful with the sappy cum inside of him. He grinned, drooling gently, the two exchanging such intimate juices with one another. Charles rocked on Luke's cock, his ass soaking up and absorbing the cum as it continued filling him, a lazy smile stretched across his lips. Eventually, though, all good things must end and Charles' cock settled down and ceased its flow of cum. The thick liquid didn't drip out like normal cum would, it seemed to simply thicken and remain in place, slowly being absorbed by Luke's rubbery passage.
"This... is simply... the most amazing thing I've ever experienced..." Luke said after several minutes, his mind and body still reeling from the bliss. Charles laughed softly and with a sigh stood and pulled himself off Luke's cock. The dryad's tendrils gently withdrew from Luke, giving him gentle caresses as they disappeared into Charles.
"I think it ranks up there for me, too. That was definitely more intense than any other fuck I've had," the dryad said with a chuckle. He glanced over at Luke and smirked. "Your cock grew again," he said with a soft laugh as he gazed at the sheath that seemed as thick now, when Luke's cock was soft and hidden, as it had when Charles was riding him.
"Thank you for inviting me..." Luke said with a drunken, content grin.