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Heat burned low in him when he woke, spreading as his body awakened until its feverish warmth spread all through him. Last night, it hadn't felt like anything more than a slight fever, even with the knowledge that his first heat was on him.

Instead Kalen woke with a rush of confusing sensation, skin flushed and sensitive. The drag of the sheets over his frame was like sparks, tingling over his sides as he turned. He could smell himself, hot and wet, scent wafting up from the sheets, like musk and hay, sharp and clear. His cock pulsed and spat a shockingly large dribble of precome onto the sheets, and below that his balls were stuck to his slit, juices making his hairless skin drag over itself, slick and wet.

He stretched, a squeak escaping his lips, and rolled over. His tail curved between his legs, lax from sleep, draping over his thigh. He buried his head in his pillow, his nubby forehead horn digging into the material. He dragged his hands down his body, over his almost rubbery hide, sleek and smooth. His underbelly was already slick with precome under his palm, hide soft and pliant between his thighs. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft, other hand tugging his balls away from his flushed slit. Cold air brushed against the wet skin, like a chill breath, and he shivered. He replaced it with his fingers, fever-hot, hissing as he stroked between his lips, fingers probing up to give a solid pressure against the root of his cock. His tail curled up, its broad taper sliding between his inner thighs, enough like a cock to make his slit clench, slick juice sliding out from between his lips. He arched up, moaning, somehow the tingle of orgasm already just a few seconds away.

Naturally, that was when his alarm went off.

Kalen groaned, rolling over and slapping across his desk until he hit his phone. He cracked an eye open, wincing from the light, and hit the 'dismiss' button. He sat up, hands pooled between his legs, ignoring his still-hard cock and wet slit, even as they eagerly dribbled precome and juices onto his sheets.

He groggily headed to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and stepping into the shower, cock rock hard the whole time. Even the cold tiles underfoot felt good; a sharp chill seeped up through the soles of his feet, a counterpoint to the heat billowing off the rest of his body.

He took a shower half just to clear off the musk of his heat-scent.

The trails of water sluicing down his body were just too much. It was like hot fingers caressing him, sliding behind his ears to tease his gill slits, wrapping over his lithe shoulders and down his chest, over his nipples and down his stomach. Stroking down every inch of his cock and outlining his swollen lips. He moaned, rocking his palm against his cock, sloppily stroking himself off. He was dripping fast and heavy, wet beads of precome gathering on the tip of his cock, and he touched himself with one finger, rubbing his fingertip back and forth over the slit of his cock, dragging out a thin string of crystal-clear fluid, catching across the head of his cock in a fiery line. His balls pulled up, dragging across his lips, and he didn't even try to silence the sharp, high moan when he arched his tail up between his legs. Its length dragged hot and thick over his lips, curving side-to-side as it worked them apart, rubbing the side of his tail over his vagina.

The heat pooling in his guts rose fast -- his heartbeat throbbed through his entire body, fast and strong, pounding through his hard cock and flushed lips. He was dripping enough precome to outpace the water; wet streaks poured down his shaft, smearing over his hand, and heavy juices slicked up the length of his tail. He inhaled, and when his breath left his body it came out as a plume of flame, billowing in curls above him, hissing and spitting as it met the cascading water.

The sheer physical reaction hit him like a blow, balls dragging up tight, vagina spasming, and then he just came, cock spraying all up the shower wall, in thick, gummy strands, pulsing and pulsing until the wall was plastered. Criss-crossing lines of his come slowly dripped down as Kalen panted, lightheaded and dizzy, little tongues of flame spilling out with each breath. He didn't usually spit flame; his control over his magic was a little... shaky, from the heat. Which he'd been expecting, too, just... not that shaky.

He turned off the water and sunk back against the other wall, breath coming fast in the humid air. When he pulled his tail away from his cunt there was an audible wet slurp; his juices in thick runny strands webbed across his tail. He had to turn the water back on just to clean all that off, and wash off the wall, too. There was a scorch mark on the ceiling that was probably his fault. His cock only went to half-mast, hanging thick and heavy between his legs, and his labia stayed distractingly slick, so swollen it was almost painful, rubbing against each other every time his hips moved.

Getting clothes on was frustrating, to say the least -- his boxer-briefs mashed his balls against his folds again, and the solid, heavy pressure was enough to drive him to distraction, to say nothing of the slow, shifting pulse from walking. Everything seemed electric, pulses of heat zapping through him from errant touches -- his heel scraping over the doorframe as he kicked it shut; his hands wrapping around the fridge door, absent-mindedly scratching an itch on his side. All of it just felt... it felt really good, like all his pleasure receptors had been turned up to max and wired right to the heart of him, where there was an aching, hungry heat waiting.

He was almost late to class. He'd half-considered calling in sick. He had a flush that just wouldn't go down, staining his cheeks a pale purple, and when he rushed into his class his breath wasn't fast from exertion.

He whimpered softly as he sat in his chair. His flushed slit flattened: half against the seat, sliding every time he shifted his weight; half between his thighs, where his minute tremors amplified every sensation. Just squeezing his thighs would've been enough to get him off. The throb between his legs only grew stronger throughout the class, his slick lips almost soaking through his boxers by the time it was over. He couldn't remember a single thing the lecturer said.

"Kalen," someone said as he tried to dash out of the room, thighs uncomfortably wet. His head whipped around, still-moving, and he almost ran into the door. It was Zhaine. "You okay? You seemed distracted in class."

Zhaine was... his boyfriend. He was basically the only person who could keep with with Kalen, in the magic department at least -- it was his combined elf and Saiyan heritage. They were dating, kind of, a little. Nothing more than coffee dates and once, a kiss on the cheek. They'd been taking things slow. But now: Kalen clenched, internal muscles pulling tight, and his slit ached. He could feel a trickle of his juices slowly escape his near-saturated boxers and run down his thigh. Zhaine stepped closer, eyes wide, and his nostrils flared. Kalen could smell himself; he reeked of his scent again, all musk and light. There was no way Zhaine couldn't smell it too.

"Um," Kalen said, eyes dragging down Zhaine's body. He was wearing a muscle-hugging shirt, drawn practically skintight across his chest, biceps straining the fabric. He looked perfectly-presented: blue hair in short spikes, stubble practically artful, skin flawless, dusky and dark. The red-black lines of his tattoo were visible across his left forearm, spiky and thick, curving over his muscles. His pants pulled tight around his hips, and the bulge of his cock was... noticeable. Kalen swallowed.

He heard Zhaine inhale, and his bulge shifted. The crotch of his pants swelled as his cock stiffened, turning his bulge completely obscene, something out of a porno. Or one of Kalen's own fantasies. Kalen's gaze shot up to Zhaine's face, watching a blush spread over his face, across his cheeks all the way up to his pointed ears. "No, I'm fine!" he said, and then bolted, ignoring Zhaine's call behind him.

Then his phone chimed. Right, they had each others' phone numbers. When he took out his phone, in the basement of a different campus building, Zhaine's text just read Seriously what's up?

Nothing, he typed out, and then erased it. Just some personal thing; nothing you have to get involved with was what he sent, and then he thought about just what Zhaine getting himself involved with would be like: Zhaine's head between his thighs, tongue broad and flat and wet as he dragged it over and over his cunt until he was a gasping wreck. Or straddling him, his immense, meaty cock digging into his thigh, blunt head slowly sliding through the mess of his juices until he shoved it all the way inside him. Filling him up all the way to his core, hammering that burning heat, fucking him through orgasm after orgasm, until Zhaine emptied himself, come finally quenching the fire inside him --

And that was how Kalen, trembling and shaky, leaning back against a brick wall in a university basement, learned that he could think himself to an orgasm. The air around him lit up in a explosive burst of electricity, thunder cracking loud a fraction of a second later. His cunt clenched down hard, milking Zhaine's imagined cock, and then he just came, cock unloading in his boxer-briefs, juices slopping down over his balls, oozing through the already-soaked fabric.

Kalen stayed there, trembling and woozy, for a few minutes, cunt squeezing and clenching down on nothing, cock dribbling into his underwear. The second his head cleared -- his little loss of control didn't look to have caused any damage, aside from blowing a lightbulb further up the hall -- he rushed to the nearest bathroom, locking the door behind him and grabbing a fistful of paper towels to wipe himself down, face flaming hot and sweaty in the bathroom mirror. He wiped down his thighs, sliding up over his slit, resolutely not thinking at all, just mechanically scrubbing his skin until it was clean. His underwear was a sodden mess; there was no saving that.

He couldn't remember a single concrete thing about the rest of his classes, either. There weren't any quizzes, at least. He just couldn't focus, unable to stop thinking about getting fucked, and increasingly unable to stop thinking about getting fucked by Zhaine, of being spread open on his bed, Zhaine looming above him, cock drooling precome across his skin as Zhaine slid into place between his thighs. Zhaine's heavy, calloused fingers touching him, dragging over his nipples, under his tail, teasing the head of his cock, scissoring inside him.

He'd known a heat was distracting and overpowering, just, he hadn't been really expecting how distracting and overpowering it was. By the last class of the day he was trembling, face splotchy from his constant blushing, and the purple-pink flush had spread down his neck and over his shoulders.

Naturally, Zhaine found him again right when he was leaving his last class. "You didn't answer my text."

"What? Yes I did." Kalen pulled out his phone to demonstrate, frowning when he saw the display was dead, covered in silvery branching threads. Oh right, the lightning. "Oh."

Zhaine stepped close to look at the screen of his phone, frowning. The heat rippling off him soaked into Kalen's bones, and when he inhaled he caught their scents, merging together in a way that sent an aching pulse of heat down to his slit. Zhaine looked less than composed, flushed, nostrils flaring with each breath like he was sniffing in all the scent, but his voice was still even. "Are you having control issues?"

Right, the lightning. "No," Kalen said, too quickly. "Well, not really. It'll go away in a few weeks."

Zhaine raised his heavy eyebrows, and then when Kalen didn't elaborate he snorted. "Fine. None of my business, then." He turned and started walking away, and somehow even though that was what Kalen had wanted -- wanted on some levels, at least -- he couldn't stand to see him go.

"No, wait!" he yelped, and dashed after Zhaine, bodily colliding when Zhaine just stopped stock-still. Kalen rebounded, Zhaine remained completely unruffled.

"It's, um," Kalen started, glancing around nervously to make sure everyone else had left the hallway. "I'm, uh. In heat." His voice just kind of stopped, silence falling. Kalen looked down at his feet.

"Heat," Zhaine said. His voice was choked. "You have heats?!"

"It's my first one! It's a little-- look, I wasn't expecting it to be this strong, it's kind of... it's not great, okay."

Kalen looked up, catching Zhaine's expression slide from struck dumb into a leer in a second flat. Zhaine still wasn't super great with emotions, but this he figured he knew how to deal with. "Sounds like you could use someone giving you a little hand--" he said, sultry and low, stepping so close his breath billowed over Kalen's shining skin.

Kalen's blood pounded in his veins, heat zinging up and down his chest, like a physical force resonating inside him. "No! I mean, it's dangerous," he said, holding out the blasted phone, pressing it against Zhaine's chest. "I kind of... lose control."

"Is that all?" Zhaine's eyebrows quirked again. "You know I can take anything you can dish out."

Kalen grumbled. It was kind of a point of contention between them. Zhaine was kind of smug about it, so certain.

"Whatever," Zhaine said, but he was smiling. "Give me a call. Get a new phone, then give me a call." He leaned in close, heat washing over Kalen's body, stubble rasping over Kalen's cheek. Zhaine hissed into his ear, plosives popping in rushes over the whorl of his ear, deep voice rumbling in Kalen's bones. "Call me and I'll be there to fuck you into the mattress. Think about it."

And then he just walked away, leaving Kalen trembling with unformed desire, slit drooling into his underwear. It took him a minute before he was sure he could walk without getting himself off accidentally.

The thing was, he knew Zhaine was more experienced than him. Zhaine had something of a reputation. They'd been taking it slow, because Kalen, well, didn't. Not that he was a literal blushing virgin, but he just... wasn't sure if he was ready for that. Not that he hadn't thought about it. Not that even before his heat his favorite fantasy had been Zhaine pinning him down and having his way with him. His heat didn't change anything save for how immediate it was.

By the time he got home his entire body was throbbing, heartbeat racing. Each beat sung through him, seeming to hit his aching cock and flushed lips a half-note later, pulsing hotter and hotter inside him. He just stripped off his pants and underwear and crawled into the shower stall, fingers jammed up inside him. He stretched, vagina opening for his fingers in a way it never had, and he thought about straddling Zhaine, fucking himself on his fat cock, thicker than four of his fingers, and came like a bolt of lightning -- though this time there wasn't any literal lightning.

He almost thought he was getting a little control over the heat, no more worrying about magic bleeding off, except when he opened his eyes the shower was covered in complex petals and vines of frost, leaves already melting in the heat. He groaned and listed to the side, forehead meeting the still-chill tile with a dull thunk. His fingers were still stuffed inside him, thumb pressing against the rim of his flushed lips, hand practically slimed with his juices. It took two more orgasms between he was even close to being able to think of anything aside from getting off again.

It was fine. He'd just ride it out, and then, hopefully, the next wouldn't be as bad, and he'd be able to keep control the whole time through. It'd be fine. It'd be great.

He woke in the middle of the night, body feeling like it was on fire. There had been a dream that was sheer sensation, body rocking from the rough pounding, heavy hands clenched tight on his hips, cock spurting under him. The sheets were stuck to his body, half from sweat and half from the wet mess between his thighs. Flames curled down his spine, licking under his tail in heavy, broad swipes, and he wasn't sure if they were literal flames or just some impossible heat. The bed didn't seem to be on fire, at least.

He stumbled to his feet, not even caring at the obscene slick sounds as his cunt lips parted, slit flushed and open. He tossed on a clean pair of underwear and an undershirt. He had to get to Zhaine. His magic was more a boon than usual, just as desperate as the rest of him. It wasn't teleportation, and it wasn't flight, just sliding through the world, unerringly towards the bright spark of Zhaine's power, like a pyre. He'd done it before, but here it felt like a dream: scenery pushing past him in streaky blurs, until everything snapped back into focus and he was stumbling up the stairs to Zhaine's apartment and hammering on his door. It seemed like an age he was standing there, but finally the door swung open, Zhaine scrubbing his eyes, in a pair of sleep pants that hung low on his hips, puddling around his ankles.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Kalen's scent billowed in when he opened the door, and it hit him like a physical blow. He staggered back, eyes wide. "Kalen," he said.

Kalen pushed inside. "I-- I need you." He ducked his face, unable to physically flush any more than he was already.

"You sure?" Zhaine held his arms out tentatively, loosely touching Kalen's sides, where his undershirt had rucked up.

Kalen wavered towards him. "It's dangerous," he repeated, feverish and dizzy, sparks shooting up his spine, crackling out into the air around him. "I don't want to hurt you, but..."

Zhaine rolled his eyes. "Like you could," he started saying, and then Kalen hit him. It wasn't even particularly on purpose, just, his magic was running wild, burning through him. He raised his arm and a huge solid wall of sound and light scythed out. Zhaine went skidding back across the carpet, feet leaving smoking trails, before he pinwheeled back into a proper stance, bringing his arms down in a sharp motion and slicing right through Kalen's crescent blade, cutting it into smoking arcs that billowed away. "Told you," he said with a smirk, but he was on his toes, moving lightly, arms up to defend himself.

Kalen, for his part, hadn't meant it. His heat was making his magic come fast and hard, with a ferocity he hadn't felt since he was a kid. His body was wracked with heat, and each shivering spasm crackled off his skin in blades of ice, or wings of fire, or crackling arcs of electricity. His slit was dripping wet, cock hard, and when he looked at Zhaine, it was mostly at his cock, half-hard in his sleep pants, skewing down his right leg. Every time he moved it bounced, cock and balls pressed right up against the fabric, and every time something deep inside him clenched and pulsed, slick fluid dripping from his lips, cock achingly hard.

"Come on," Zhaine said, knuckles out. "Hit me with your best shot."

Kalen practically snarled and leapt forward, half just to close the distance between them, to press himself all up against Zhaine's chiseled body. A whirling tornado of magic spiraled out from his hands, buffeting endlessly against Zhaine's chest, keeping him off-balance as the force shoved him backwards again and again.

Zhaine glowed, his own power surging to the forefront, and again he sliced right through Kalen's magic, his aura expanding to fill the room, rattling doors and sending his chairs clattering.

Kalen was right behind his attack, though, slamming into him with the full weight of his body and then some, knocking them both to the ground. Kalen pressed his lips against Zhaine's, parting them in a shaky moan. Zhaine nipped at his lower lip as he drew him down, rolling over so he was pinning Kalen to the ground, chest to chest.

The immense bulge of his cock was like an iron bar against Kalen's thigh. He rutted against it, groaning, his magic sending electricity rolling over his skin, earthing into Zhaine. Zhaine's muscles spasmed, contracting into huge swells, and Kalen just groaned again, hands gripping the swells of his biceps, claws digging into his skin.

"I told you to call," Zhaine said when they broke the kiss, Kalen gasping, Zhaine almost as flushed as Kalen.

"My phone's still broken," Kalen mumbled against Zhaine's mouth, his swollen lips spit-slick.

Zhaine hummed his response, lifting Kalen bodily, ignoring the whirling tornado of raw energy boiling off his skin. He practically slung Kalen over his shoulder -- head turning towards him, soaking in Kalen's rich heat-scent -- as he carried him to the bed, tossing him down with a bounce.

Kalen lolled back, staring up at Zhaine, eyes tracing down his chiseled body. Hair spread across his pecs, tapering to a fuzzy line down his stomach, the thickest trail straight down the center, to the obscene bulge of his cock in his loose sleep pants. He'd gotten hard, so much so his waistband was pulling away from his stomach, revealing the dark thatch of his pubes. The material didn't hide anything at all; his cock skewed forward at an angle, tenting the fabric and his balls hung low and massive below. Zhaine's cockhead was leaking even more than his was; the fabric was plastered to his cockhead, dimpled where his slit was, drawn so tight over his shaft that Kalen could see the swell of his cockhead, and even individual veins, in huge vascular clusters running down his shaft.

He swallowed thickly, aware of his cunt twitching, muscles firing like he had a tic, reflexive and uneven. His legs were spread, cock tenting his underwear, the fabric drawn tight against his folds, balls hanging to the side. He was in pretty much the same condition as Zhaine: wet fabric tacky and heavy as it clung to his shaft and slit, completely saturated as his sex drive went out of control. Then again -- he thought, with a pulse of arousal -- this was just Zhaine on an average day, no heat required.

Kalen crawled forward, heat so strong it felt like he was wreathed in flames, his body heat billowing up from him in invisible tongues. As he felt it he felt the magic catch and light, and flames -- actual flames -- burst to life all across his body, wreathing him in flickering light, reaching out with claws and tongues for Zhaine. His own magic couldn't hurt him, but his clothes immolated almost instantly, catching and crumbling to fine ash in an instant, leaving him naked and aching, juices sizzling across his heated flesh. And then they slowly spread across Zhaine's bed, heating the air. If he was thinking clearly, he'd feel bad -- your boyfriend invites you over and you light his bed on fire; not great -- but he was so focused on Zhaine, on the immense swell of his cock, that he didn't even notice the fire.

Zhaine slouched back, dodging the grasp of Kalen's tongues of flame without any seeming effort or concern. His brow was a little more furrowed than usual, maybe.

The air in the room seemed to spark, a pressure unfurling around Zhaine as he released him. His aura flared out around him, glittering blue-white, and then there was a crash like thunder as he went Super Saiyan. His aura slammed outward, giving everything a hazy blue-white glow, and the sheer force of it knocked Kalen onto his back, spread naked on the bed. Kalen's flames fanned behind him he got to his feet, whipped into a frenzy by the force of Zhaine's aura, unfurling behind him like the tail of a comet, scorching all across the walls.

Zhaine gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into tight fists, and the redoubled release of his power was like an earthquake, rumbling through the room. Fur prickled up over his shoulders, expanding in a rippling wave down his sides and arms, blunting the chiseled planes of his muscles minutely. The tense muscles of his neck were bare, his chest uncovered, heavy pectorals covered only in the usual thick dusting of hair, but his fringe of fur ran across his stomach, fur tufting out in a thick line down to the waist of his pants. The loose pants were whipping as if in a high wind, outlined to Zhaine's skin as they rippled, and as his fur spread lower they burst off his body, leaving him standing there completely naked, aura billowing around him.

Kalen's flames whipped even higher for a fraction of a second before they cut off, snuffed out, leaving Kalen to topple forward, on his knees in front of Zhaine, his skin still steaming.

Kalen whined, legs spread. His cock bobbed up in the air, a fat dewdrop of pre gathered at the tip, and it wobbled and cracked, streaming down his shaft. His spread cunt was slick to dripping, with thick lines of juices drizzling down his thighs. He leaned forward, hands wrapping around Zhaine's thighs, furry and dark. Zhaine's cock bobbed in front of him, heavy and tremendously huge, so weighty it skewed down at an angle. He'd known Zhaine was gigantic, and if anything going Super Saiyan like this made him even bigger. Fur prickled up the first few inches of his shaft, thinning out into sparse hairs, but there was still a foot or so of his cock beyond that.

Kalen whined again, jerking forward, pressing the huge thing against his face, lips streaking down the shaft. Zhaine's veins were immense, and corded all over his length. Kalen traced them, the biggest large enough to part his lips, dragging over the soft skin behind his lips. Zhaine's shaft was hot to the touch, almost matching Kalen's feverish heat, soft over an iron-hard core, and immensely thick, fatter in the middle where the shaft bulged out into a wide oval, but even at the thinnest points, at the base and just under his head, it was far too thick for Kalen's fingers to wrap around it. Kalen buried his head against Zhaine's stomach, fur soft and tangled against his nose, rich with Zhaine's own musk. The shaft throbbed against his open mouth, its length skewing over his shoulder, dribbling precome onto his skin, enough that it rolled down, streaking in branching lines down his chest.

Kalen drew his mouth up all the way to the tip. The fat head was smooth, tacky with precome, soft but insistent against his lips. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips, but it lapped over the smooth curve of Zhaine's cock, tasting the dim salt of Zhaine's precome. His entire body was pulsing with need as his lips parted and he took the head of Zhaine's cock into his mouth. The slick head pushed almost effortlessly inside, stretching his lips and sliding inside with a lewd pop. Kalen's tongue was flattened to the bottom of his mouth, sliding broad and flat over the underside of Zhaine's cockhead, coaxing out wet spurts of precome. They pooled in the bottom of his mouth, slick and heavy, and finally Kalen swallowed, lips pursing around Zhaine's shaft, tongue pushing up.

Zhaine groaned, hands tangling in Kalen's hair -- not pushing him deeper, just a heavy weight, grounding him. The ruffs of fur at Zhaine's wrists dragged over Kalen's cheeks as he leaned up into Zhaine's touch, lips milking his shaft as he took fractionally more in. His own cock was dripping wet, and his cunt was even worse, his juices streaking all down his thighs, smearing into the rug below him. Kalen just whined, vagina spasming in time with his awkward swallows.

He leaned forward, letting Zhaine's hands guide him. He took in more of Zhaine's cock, mouth catching at first before he slicked it down, drool and precome leaking from his mouth, and he raised one shaking hand to stroke Zhaine's cock, spreading the fluid until his whole cock was wet and glossy. His fist clenched down at the base, smearing sloppy fluid through Zhaine's fur until it ground wetly under his palm.

Zhaine's slick cock slid easy across his lips. Zhaine groaned again, hands angling Kalen's head slightly as he started thrusting, shaft moving back and forth in his mouth. Zhaine's whole body shuddered when he drew back enough for the crown of his cockhead to pop out of Kalen's sucking mouth. It pulsed, cockslit bowing out into an 'O' before he spurt a thick lines of precome, hosing across Kalen's open mouth.

He swallowed thickly, earning another sloppy spurt, and then started bobbing back and forth fast, hand stroking Zhaine's shaft, mouth lavishing attention around his cockhead: tongue lapping along the underside of his shaft, up to the dripping slit; lips bearing down as he dragged them over the heavy ridge of his cockhead. Each time there was a lewd pop, sloppier and wetter as he really got going, thick gushes of Zhaine's heavy precome splattering in the back of his throat or webbing all over his lips, dripping from the corners of his mouth to coat his chin, dripping in hot streaks down the underside of his jaw.

He could just think of it -- Zhaine coming in his mouth, flooding him with his come, salty and thick and just so much of it, and he found himself moaning and whining, voice muffled, as he ground against Zhaine's leg, his hard cock leaving glistening droplets of precome stuck in Zhaine's fur, smearing it into a glossy furrow as he ground the length of his cock against Zhaine's calf. He arched up so high, sliding his cock into the silky mess of Zhaine's fur, that Zhaine's cock popped from his mouth, again painting his open mouth with heavy ropes of precome. Kalen licked it up, tongue catching the hanging strands, and he swallowed with a shaky moan, bobbing back down to sloppily take Zhaine's cockhead into his mouth again.

"Let me take care of you," Zhaine said, or a minute later Kalen realized that was what he'd said. In the moment, he just let out a sad whimper when Zhaine drew back, opening his mouth to try and -- say something? But instead Zhaine moved him back onto the bed, splayed out with his ass just at the edge, and then he knelt down between his legs.

Kalen's entire body shuddered at Zhaine's touch, thighs and stomach so sensitive it was almost too much. A shuddering pleasure rose to the surface in the wake of his fingertips, as they spiraled up his thighs. His cunt shuddered, muscles contracting against his balls, his heavy juices smearing out to the side, oozing over his skin. Zhaine's hot breath blew over his wet flesh, and his balls pulled up tighter, skin tightening fractionally. His sac peeled away from his lips in a shuddering, shaking pull, until his slit, flushed and dripping, was completely bared.

Zhaine angled Kalen's cock away, fist loosely stroking his shaft, to pull his balls to the side, furrowed tight above his slit. His other hand trailed lower, over the mound of his slit; it only took the slightest pressure to spread his lips. Zhaine's fingers were glossy with his juices, slick droplets smearing over his palm as he pressed his fingertips against the peak of his arch, the thick pad of his thumb a steady pressure against the root of his cock. The rest of his fingers slid down, two pressing against the already-sloppy entrance to his vagina. He slid in with a single push, and Kalen's eyes rolled back, a hissing moan escaping his lips. His hands dragged down the sheets, wrapping around the shaggy fur on Zhaine's shoulders, claws scraping at his shoulders. Zhaine worked his fingers back and forth, spreading him wide open. Zhaine looked up at him, eyes almost black in the dim lighting, and ducked his head down, fingers slipping out with a pop.

When his tongue first pressed against his slit Kalen howled, gasping, scratching so hard he thought he felt blood under his claws. His back arched, grinding his flushed lips hard against Zhaine's face. Zhaine buried his face between his legs, his stubble rough and prickly against his inner thighs. Zhaine just met him, tongue flicking out, lips playing against his achingly-sensitive skin before kissing them open. His folds parted as Zhaine slid his tongue inside, lapping over the dimpled entrance of his vagina, wet-sloppy already, before spearing his tongue inside. Kalen ground up into the touch, hands dragging on the back of his head, working the pad of Zhaine's tongue inside him, through the tense, clenching muscles of his vagina.

Zhaine's tongue practically unfurled inside him, probing deep into his core. His jaw worked, lips dragging and catching, slick wet pressure against the arch of his slit. His juices slopped and popped as his lips formed uneven seals, and he might be embarrassed if it didn't feel so good.

Kalen found himself rocking into Zhaine's mouth, hunching and moaning. All he saw was the ceiling above him, off-white [stucco], as he gasped and groaned, legs wrapped around Zhaine's head, minutely sliding his slit over Zhaine's lips. Zhaine caught the tremors in his thighs, keeping a steady, slow pace that had Kalen seeing stars. His breath came faster and faster, chest heaving as Zhaine ate him out, until with a rolling wave the sparkling pleasure crested and crashed down over him. He let out a shuddering moan, rolling his hips up slow, and his vagina spasmed around Zhaine's tongue, clamping down hard. His cock shot off, wet spurts of come splattering up his stomach and over his thighs in heavy pulses, streaking down Zhaine's hand.

It was like champagne bubbles in his veins, effervescent, bubbling up through him in waves, leaving him shuddering and gasping in their wake.

He came in wet pulses, cock and cunt spasming and pulsing, internal muscles throbbing as they kicked inside him. He'd thrown an arm over his eyes, mouth hanging open. His hips slid against Zhaine's head, his lips a constant pressure against his spasming cunt. Heavy juices smeared over his lips, slick and hot, dripping down his cheeks and sheening Kalen's thighs.

Kalen's roll slowed and eventually stopped, the bubbles popping and fading, leaving him limp and sweaty. The cascading pleasure still echoed inside him in slow, strong waves, cresting and ebbing. Zhaine drew back and he let out a soft murmur, voice hoarse. He cracked an eye open, forcing his lax muscles to tip his head up, and caught Zhaine standing, cheeks glistening, muscles flushed and sweaty. Kalen's cock twitched against his stomach, never quite flagging but already stiffening again, sticking straight up from his crotch, curved up against his stomach.

Zhaine was, if anything, even messier than Kalen. There were heavy ropes of precome hanging from his shaft, jiggling lines down the underside of his cock, merging and peeling apart as they drew out, and his cockslit was gaping wide, a dark circle, with a constant stream of glistening fluid dribbling out, slicking across his cockhead.

Kalen groaned, legs hitching up, spreading himself even wider. Above him, Zhaine smirked, his swollen lips quirking. "Turn over. On your knees."

Kalen wasn't sure he could move, muscles weak from his orgasm. Zhaine stooped down, helping him -- his hairy body pressed against his side, the terrifyingly-huge length of his cock digging into his outer thigh, leaving behind a messy patch of smeared fluid -- and he flopped over on his side, knees hitting the rug on the side of the bed, tail lifted in a huge arc that almost looped around to touch his back.

Zhaine was pressed against his back, cock jabbing against the cheek of his ass, drooling down his thigh. He leaned forward, bearing down on Kalen. All the chiseled muscles of his chest and stomach pressed against Kalen's back, grinding against his hide, fur coarse and wet with sweat as their bodies pressed together.

Zhaine's cock knocked lower, leaving a glossy wet trail down his ass cheeks until it swung into place between his thighs. Kalen let out a whine, his lower lips practically winking open, flushed and heavy and desperate, even after his first orgasm. Zhaine's cock was huge, like a metal pipe stuffed between his thighs, burning hot. Zhaine was spurting precome, spraying across Kalen's body, and each wet droplet hitting his heated flesh felt like a splash a chill water.

Zhaine moved infinitesimally forward, veined shaft sliding further between his thighs, cockhead dimpling his lips, and Kalen just pushed back, sinking himself onto Zhaine's cock. His heavy lips parted around Zhaine's cockhead, the angle just right for him to sink straight into him. Zhaine was monstrously thick. His blunt head dug against his opening for a half-second before Kalen spread open and he slid inside, bowing his flushed lips out around his shaft.

Kalen moaned, vagina clenching down along his shaft. The pressure outlined every single vein on Zhaine's shaft as he pushed deeper. Kalen had never had anything anywhere close to that large inside him. Zhaine's dick hit depths he'd never felt before, but he slid in so easy. His heat had opened him up, so slick and so ready, and Zhaine just slid inside. A sloppy slurry of their mingled fluids coating his shaft and dripping down onto the rug in fat drops.

Even deep inside him, Zhaine's cock drooled heavy lines of precome, hosing him down in heavy, sloppy waves, faster now as Kalen clenched and writhed around his cock. His cock spasmed in sympathy, leaking out pulses of precome against the sheets with each of Zhaine's pulses inside him.

He shoved himself back, slapping his ass cheeks against Zhaine's stomach, and Zhaine's hands wrapped around his hips, easing him back. "Easy," he said, voice rumbling against Kalen's back, buzzing through him.

"More," Kalen practically sobbed, the heat deep inside him burning hotter again, flaring higher and higher with each shuddering clench around Zhaine's shaft. Zhaine hummed low, the noise vibrating through Kalen's entire body, and he squeezed down reflexively, moaning as the pressure flared Zhaine's cockhead larger, until even his heat-loose channel was aching from the stretch.

His hands tugged at Kalen's hips, sliding him ever-so-slightly lower, knees spreading minutely, and then Zhaine rocked inside, hips jerking up to bury the entire length of his cock in Kalen's cunt. Fluid erupted out, his slit so flushed his lips hung down, wrapping thick and heavy around the very base of Zhaine's shaft. The junction of their bodies was absolutely filthy with their fluids, thick gummy smears leaking out alongside Zhaine's cock, matting into Zhaine's fur and dripping down Kalen's smooth thighs. Kalen groaned, his entire body going limp as Zhaine hilted inside him. The throb of Zhaine's cock was just a shade under painful: a huge solid pressure inside him, splitting him deep.

He moaned, gasping into the sheets. Zhaine draped over Kalen, a heavy hot contact between them, half of Zhaine's weight pinning him flat to the bed. Zhaine's lips pressed against his neck, sliding up to the line of his jaw. Kalen's skin sparked at his touch, lips teasing over his skin and hands trailing up his sides, leaving long lines of sparkling sensation all across his body.

Zhaine withdrew, leaving a hollow emptiness inside Kalen, and then rocked back inside, hilting with enough force Kalen's knees left the ground. Zhaine's pubes ground wet and coarse against the underside of his ass cheeks. Kalen groaned, rocking back on him, his slick lips sliding back and forth against the veined base of Zhaine's cock, sliding along the final inch or so of his cock. Zhaine's fingers clenched, digging into his hips as he started thrusting, cock emerging from between Kalen's dripping hips and then hammering back inside with an explosive gush. Each time he hilted himself, his cock erupted, sending a heavy spurt of precome splattering against Kalen's inner walls. Each thrust made him wetter and sloppier inside, thick precome dripping down his inner walls, until it felt like he had a sloshing sea inside him, like molten metal, heavy and hot.

Kalen's hands tangled in the sheets, claws digging holes on the fabric. He turned to catch Zhaine's lips; his groan was lost in Zhaine's mouth, lips open and loose, kissing back ferociously as Zhaine thrust harder. One arm curled around his chest, pulling him back against Zhaine's chest. Each thrust rocked his body, sending the bedframe creaking under them. Zhaine's thrusts slammed into something deep inside him, hilting at the deepest point of his vagina, cockhead mashing against the rear wall, slamming and skidding against the sensitive flesh, sending strange sensation rippling out, pressure and heat spreading in hazy waves up through his stomach.

Zhaine groaned, breath rasping over Kalen's ear, and then he bit down, teeth digging into the muscle of his neck and shoulder. The impact rushed through Kalen's body, shuddery-hot lines radiating out from the bite, and he found himself coming again, body just snapping tight, everything crashing over him in an instant. His vagina clenched down, squeezing so tight Zhaine's presence inside him was almost painful, and he let his eyes flutter shut.

Zhaine fucked him through the orgasm, and then through the one right after that, again and again until his body felt like jelly, all sensation centered on the sloppy drag of his cock against the soaked sheets; on the clench of his cunt around Zhaine's dick, dripping wet and spread wide, taking each of his thrusts effortlessly. Little whimpers burst from his mouth with each thrust, breathy gasps as Zhaine filled him entirely. His juices and Zhaine's heavy precome splattered across his thighs until they were dripping, and he'd lost track of how many times he'd come. Heat raced over his skin, the air chill everywhere Zhaine wasn't draped over him.

Muscles deep inside him shuddered and relaxed, and with his flesh aching and bloated, banded tight around Zhaine's enormous cock, he could feel every slow contraction as his cervix opened, practically gaping wide after a half-dozen orgasms. Zhaine could feel it too, his cock digging against the neck of his cervix as he hammered against it, and it only took a minute change in the angle -- Zhaine's breath sharp and fast across his neck, hips dragging lower as he shifted -- before he was hammering his fat cockhead against Kalen's cervix.

Kalen writhed, the waves of pressure almost too much as Zhaine slammed into him again and again, cockhead just-barely pushing against his cervix, forcing his neck wide. Zhaine's cockhead stretched him, cervix impossibly tight. Dizzy waves of heat spread inside him, radiating out from where Zhaine was hammering against him. Each thrust there was a fraction more give, his impossibly-tight opening just slightly wider. His cervix flowered, and on Zhaine's next thrust it swallowed him up, milking him like a tight hot mouth.

"Come on," Kalen demanded, voice hoarse and cracked. "Come on, come in me!"

Zhaine pounded into him with bone-rattling thrusts, mouth open, panting at Kalen's neck. His heavy balls slapped against Kalen's thighs, drawn up into a tight block just under his thighs, and with a rumbling groan that slowly gained volume he emptied himself. His cock throbbed, whole length twitching as he slammed inside, cockhead pushing through his cervix straight into his fertile womb, and then he unloaded straight inside. Zhaine practically roared, punching his cock through the neck of his cervix over and over, thighs slapping hard against Kalen's cheeks. The sharp pressure sent Kalen over the edge, and his body was wracked with another orgasm, cock spraying messily into the already-soaked sheets, vagina clenching tight all down the monstrous length of Zhaine's cock.

The ridge of his flared cockhead caught on Kalen's gaping cervix, each thrust plugging him up. His come spurted in messy lines, half straight into his womb, the rest splattering over the furl of his cervix, streaking all across the depths of his vagina. Zhaine's come burned inside him, so much and so heavy it gurgled as it poured inside him. Thick blobs caught around his pumping shaft, streaking down Zhaine's shaft to ooze out around Kalen's heavy lips.

Zhaine just kept coming. The first sharp sprays turned into a wet flood, pumping into Kalen's womb until he ached, slippery spurts of come squirting out each time Zhaine hilted himself -- first from his overfilled womb, hosing down Zhaine's cock, and then sloppy arcs squirting from his lips with each heavy thrust, splattering over their joined bodies. Thick come drooled over Kalen's balls, down his thighs, and more clung in stiff, smeared waves to the curve of his ass, and all tangled in Zhaine's shaggy fur, matting it to his skin.

Zhaine groaned right over Kalen's shoulder, pumping almost-mindlessly, just emptying his balls deep into Kalen's vagina. His load completely filled Kalen, the excess just drooling out, sloppy and wet, and still Zhaine kept thrusting, even though the slimy mess, with sloppy arcs of fluid drooling down their thighs. The noise of each thrust grew wetter and wetter, gurgling and slurping inside Kalen, rubbery smacks sounding as he hilted himself in Kalen's aching cunt.

He finally spent himself, going limp on top of Kalen's back. His arms curled in, seeming almost accidental as they wrapped around Kalen's hips, his hands dragging over Kalen's stomach, smeared with his own come, down to his still hard cock. Zhaine stroked him slowly, not trying to get him off, just sending more shuddering jolts of pleasure through him with each pump of his hands, fingers smearing across Kalen's dripping cockhead.

Zhaine slowly softened inside him. More and more come slurped down his shaft as it shrunk, plopping down into the rug in blobs. Thick lines like veins streaked down Kalen's thighs, feeling like there was an endless reservoir of come pumped up inside him. He clenched experimentally, feeling Zhaine's cock bloat inside him in response, and then relaxed again, letting more of Zhaine's load sloppily drip out of him.

He was half-asleep as Zhaine rearranged him, pulling the both of them up onto the bed, rolling them out of the enormous wet spot -- mostly Kalen; the floor beside the bed was Zhaine's mess -- and over to the other side. Kalen's stomach and chest were frosted with his own come, in messy smears, all glossy and wet. Kalen just groaned softly as Zhaine's cock finally pulled out with a wet pop. Jizz leaked freely over his thighs as Zhaine curled up behind him, cock nestled between his cheeks. He pulled Zhaine closer, giving him a tired kiss.

"Don't think you've done your job here," he mumbled against Zhaine's lips. "It's gonna be another three weeks before my heat's over." The burning heat inside him was at a low burn, sated for the moment, but he knew in the morning... well, in the morning he'd need it all over again, and then again after that.

"I think I'll manage." Zhaine's hands wrapped around his thighs, fingertips just barely pushing against his swollen lips, forcing out another huge glob of jizz, one that Zhaine caught with his fingers and smeared back inside him. "I can keep up."

Kalen hummed his response, half-asleep, lips moving but not making any words. His hands curled low, wrapping over Zhaine's arms around his stomach, and it was seconds until he was asleep, and Zhaine, exhausted, followed right after him.