eatsthecanary | continuations

[ his growl is a bit more insistent at hearing his name called and he clamps down -- a bit tighter, teeth digging into his skin, drawing beads of blood and at that point yes it is very hard to resist just snapping down and biting a chunk off him. but miraculously he withstands his hunger, grunting as his hips still; he's at the point where moving his cock in is requiring more and more effort and he has to re-brace himself on the bed, push himself forward, claws dragging through the sheets as he somehow,

somehow,

shoves forward again, sinking his entire cock inside of him ]

Aaaa. . . . . aaaaaaa. . . . aaaa . . . .

[ wincing with the pain, teeth gritted together - dimly, he remembers trust, but more than that is the relief of finding what he's sought for . . . whatever reason. it hurts - that's what he wanted, isn't it?

both hands plant on the bed to push against the mattress, some cursory struggle involved - it's uncomfortable, after all - but when he can feel the inhuman cock completely enter, his eyes widen, knees trying to buck together as he completely stiffens to tighten around him and go still ]

[ Whisky growls when he feels Lucifel's knees shift, when he feels that hole tighten even further around him and it feels impossible, how tight Lucifel is around the thickness of his cock; his saliva is still drooling and he's not digging his teeth in further but there's definitely a tenseness, a readiness to.

and --

a bit abruptly, Whisky comes though his cock doesn't seem to soften at all; now that he's fully hilted in Lucifel there'll be the tell-tale feeling of warmth, heat spreading in him as his thighs tense and his hips shove forward some, not getting in deeper obviously but as if to make sure none of that come escapes, with a muffled sort of yowl against his neck. ]

[ !?

making a distressed, surprised noise - that's much quicker than he expected, and the warmth isn't exactly unwelcome but he's still needing, just barely starting to find satisfaction. idly, he wonders if that's that - ? but the pressure is still stiff and present - and it dawns on him that this might, perhaps, be because he's fucking cat-whisky and not human-whisky. Is this what cats do? Should he have read a book on it?

he'd have liked to taste it, he thinks, along with the rest of him - mm, no, no more of that. still, he would have liked to do a bit more than just this - to hug him, kiss him, bite him, tear his throat, ah, ah, no. ]

[ if only Lucifel could have foreseen he would fuck his boyfriend while he is a giant monster cat. Whisky's rocking lightly as he spills in him and even after he's finished - - again he's not softening, though he is pulling out partway to shove back in again, sinking all the way back in, process eased some by the sheer amount of lube and pre and come in Lucifel now. his teeth haven't left his neck, like he's really trying to keep him pinned through all this. ]

[ how could he have never foreseen this??

luci shudders, whining now that whisky's moving out - now he's remembered why he thought the spines might be a bad idea, with the direction meaning that his insides are being scraped, though not as much as they could be given the journey is only partway through. he's realizing, though, that it's also just uncomfortably full like this - the sheer amount of fluid inside of him notwithstanding, this is bigger than he's used to, and he realizes as such when the other pulls out to sink back in again, stretching him out more slowly this time - rather, it isn't slower so much as he's more aware of it this time - and it doesn't feel unpleasant on the way back in, especially with the pressure present against his sweet spot. the inhuman length is much, much too long to actually hit it, but the barbs scrape and stroke against the area, and it's enough to tease and have him moaning again, head tilting forward with his neck baring further. it's almost like submission, but his hands press to the mattress and push up, just enough for him to be braced - instinctive, just in case. ]

[ if Whisky were more in his right mind he'd do a more clinical analysis of the sensation; he's basically taken up sex as a hobby at this point so he'd be more mindful of the differences he can feel. the barbs aren't as sensitive as the main flesh of his cock but he can still feel the resistance when he pulls back and the shape and size alone makes it a far more foreign sensation than just fucking with a human dick - - which, is a thought that passes by him briefly - -

but it's hard to think too hard at all and the analyzing fades in favor of Whisky just, growling as he pulls back out then pushes back in again, the amount of fluid in Lucifel at this point meaning the movement makes a loud slick sound; that continues as he more properly starts to fuck him. ]

[ the growl has him frozen, his breath picking up again, and he pushes up just a little more - but the proper movement also has him ducking his head, a hand forming a fist and the other scraping against the sheets; he's afraid to move, even if he isn't struggling just moving might end up digging whisky's teeth deeper into him and he can feel a sort of - well, if that happens he'll just have to kill whisky, that would be just too bad, wouldn't it - type feeling, but it's small and dim in comparison to his trying to focus on the sensation, the scrapes against him feeling more and more frustrating insofar as it isn't enough pressure but it is filling and it does feel good, it's just not quite what he's used to and he gives a shaky, audible breath, even moving despite his fear to rut against whisky's hips now. ]

[ it's not the same way he can fuck him when he's a human - - he's too big first of all, he can't move as much inside of him, but he in part makes up for that with just sheer depth, moving halfway outside of him and scraping those barbs against him as he does so then slamming back in, hilting himself with every thrust. the bed rocks and creaks audibly with every movement, obviously not built to withstand an actual monster fucking someone on top of it. ]

[ this poor bed, honestly. this is the real casualty here also I think pep!pep! tries to take all the beds out of the hospital so like.

the depth is nice, new and straining and he appreciates the strain, the exhaustion that comes with sex - it's not something he can experience so easily with his ability nowadays, but surprisingly, being terrified and being fucked by the thing that's currently terrifying you in a way you've never been fucked before, after the earlier emotional exhaustion is, perhaps just a little tiring. he can't pick himself up - whisky's much too heavy on him like this - and trying to do so only has him straining more, muscles taught and braced as he can really do little more than gasp and thrust in little motions, more push and pulled than having any real weight to his own movements.

it's overwhelming - he does like it that way. as it stands, even with the stimulation not quite being as satisfying as he'd like it to be, in the end, quantity will trump quality; it's not as satisfying but he hardly notices between the teeth on his neck and everything else, when he comes - honestly, he almost doesn't even notice that much, eyes widening a little too late when his legs lock and muscles flex, jerking as he shoots his seed against the sheets. ]

[ Lucifel's muscled tensing Nd his body tightening around him has Whisky growling a little more sharply, part - - a yowl, deep in the back of his throat, as that impossible tightness drives him over the edge again; it hardly seems possible but somehow even more of his come fills Lucifel and even the tight plug of his cock can't stop some come from leaking out around the shaft, making even more of a mess of Lucifel's hole as he pushes in, the barbs a biological deterrent from the man under him pulling away but also - - he's not letting up with his teeth yet even still. ]

[ that's also going on the list of things, in this situation, that are overwhelming. in particular it fills him up to the point of leaking out and it's an uncomfortable pressure, even, too much inside of him and he sinks into the mattress, knees and fingers digging in ]

- much - t, too much - Whisky-sa - n -

[ he does try to pull out, but he doesn't have enough leverage to shift and get the proper angle going, and moreover the barbs are pretty deterring, but that doesn't keep him from still trying to worm his way out at a slower pace - it isn't sedate, so much as trying to slowly move with surgical precision, or otherwise trying to sneak it like he expects to be stopped or otherwise growled at if he were to try to move more quickly ]

[ he's so so so sincerely tempted to just - - not let him pull back, make him stay on his cock, with his power right now he could easily force it and keep him pinned to the bed and between his teeth and in his mouth and Lucifel couldn't, he wouldn't stop him - -

he at last seems to catch himself some, unlatching his teeth as he - - reluctantly pulls back, out, letting his cock slip free of Lucifel's hole with a whuff out. ]

[ it turns out that he mostly kept himself up for this specifically and now that he's not being held up anymore he's actually just going to tip over - he isn't fatigued, which might be the worst part of this because it feels like his limbs have finally released their spring coils and all the energy has expended and now that's left is the relief and the soreness, and he lies back against the bed on his side - unmindful of the mess - to pant heavily, twitching and jerking because the feeling of the spines pulling out is (un?)fortunately(?) more stimulation for him to endure.

it's warm inside of his guts and he honestly didn't expect whisky to let go of him in the first place and he's really not dead or being eaten right now and he did trust, but even so - the relief that comes is powerful, exhilarating now that the immediate danger has passed. un(!)fortunately, that's also just a sexual stimulation for him - he can't come, there's no release, but the buildup is there now and he isn't tired but his limbs do hurt and he can't just pass out but he isn't quite here again yet, basking more than anything in the low-key frustration and high-key overwhelming everything else with unfocused eyes. ]

[ Whisky doesn't quite get off the bed yet even if he's pulled out; his cock is still hard and slick with the lube and come that was inside Lucifel's body but he's not doing anything about that right now, at least not right away.

instead he watches him for a moment, paws still caging Lucifel in on either side, before he shifts backwards some to be able to get the angle to lick his shoulder, down his torso. ]

[ - shivering, stiff and trying to curl a little to the sensation ]

- ah - Whisky-san. . . ?

[ lifting up an arm to try finding his face, to pet ]

[ lick lick licking. Lucifel is salty and that tastes good and it both helps and , doesn't help with the hunger, the desire to eat, head nudging forward into his touch ]

[ on one hand he doesn't want to be eaten but on the other hand he loves the attention

rolling onto his back with some effort, offering both hands up in the air with a mumble ]

Come here . . .

[ works, most of his way on the bed, though he's still quite large. trying to settle some of his weight on him as he licks ]

[ immediately settling both his hands on whisky's ears, arms essentially dead weight on him except for his fingers working against his fur ]

. . . I thought that a monster might be scary, mm . . . but Whisky-san is Whisky-san after all . . .

[ a little growl out, but it's not entirely aggressive sounding, shifting to be on his side some, occupying more room on the bed that's off Lucifel. ish. to not squish him ]

[ with a little huff, leaning in to kiss his nose ]

[ nuzzles lightly back and --

finally, he's steadily de-morphing, mouth still partially against him as his form shrinks and de-furrifies; until it's just regular ol cannibal Whisky with his lynx ears laying next to him ]

[ oh good I know how to hug you like this

Kissing him again, stretching his arms out a bit more ]

[ tips his head up to kiss him more properly, on the mouth, shifting to lay on him ]

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