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Pongorma stomped his way through Waynehouse grounds looking for his Wayne. One may think such a thing would be difficult, but the dread knight knew his smell, not that he could describe it to anyone. There were Waynes in the yard doing usual exercises, larvae milling about, feeding on the sands and soils, yet Pongorma struggled to pick up his Wayne’s scent over the pungent smell of his heat. Hell, if they couldn’t track him down soon, one of his brothers or sisters may do. They were essentially all the same anyway: hivemind and build and nonchalant glances as he stormed past, moving into the house proper. At last, he caught it: the twinge was just right, so familiar, his. Clambering down the stairs, the scent grew stronger until he saw him, his Wayne, idly observing egg pods.
“Wayne.” He gruffly announced himself, striding toward his leather-clad form in the dim basement.
The man turned to him, calm, almost bored face instantly turning to one of confusion as Pongorma’s smell hit him.
“Dude, what is that? Are you-” The knight gripped him by the shoulders, “My brother, I am in need of your assistance. Not one of our companions save you have the correct genital configuration to rid me of my heat. Please, help me.”
Wayne stared at them, looking almost scared.
“Huh?”
“Wayne. It is simple. Just fuck me. Rid me of his horrible thing that’s been roiling in my gut for days.”
“You… want me to…”
Pongorma dropped his head to his paws, shuttering sigh of frustration echoing through his helmet. Wayne placed a hand on their shoulder, clearly seeing the fur along their spine bristling at the contact. “I get what you’re saying, but why me of all people?”
Straightening back up, he placed a paw over his hand, pressing it harder into him. “Because I trust you not to judge me. It’s been centuries since I’ve had to deal with… this. You can always say no.” He deflated a bit, already feeling his body cry out at the rejection.
“What? No, no, I got you man. This was just a bit unexpected, to say the least.” Wayne stroked down their bicep, pressing his fingers in hard; Pongorma shivered. “Do you need a nesting space or…?”
He shook his head. “No, anywhere you don’t mind getting roughed up. It’s custom to, hmm, fight, before the act.”
“Like with weapons, gestures?”
He shook his head again, chuckling. “No, no, your hands, claws, teeth. Your body. Show me your strength, moonboy.” Pongorma had leaned in, large paw firmly gripping the back of Wayne’s neck. It awoke something within him. The man shoved him back hard, quickly grabbing a nearby lantern and ushered the knight into a closet by the stairs. Closing the door behind them and placing the lantern on the floor, he took a moment to look over his friend. Their breath had clearly quickened, muscled shoulders twitching and heaving, and they were wasting no time shedding their helmet. A jolt ran up Wayne’s spine as he saw how wet their thighs were with slick.
Fuck, he’s pent up. He’s probably going to destroy me.
Pongorma took a deep breath in, stretching his arms far overhead and puffing his chest out. He could smell the new arousal on Wayne mingling with the familiar scent he loved so much, he couldn’t wait to pin the man and take it in, face buried in the crook of his neck. His pupils blew out as Wayne removed his jacket and gloves. Fuck, he was going to feel every inch of his toned arms. Fuck, he was going to feel every digit of his bare hands tangling in his fur. A low, steady growl left his throat, making Wayne jolt and turn around.
“You’re going to wreck my shit, aren’t you,” he joked, face flushing under Pongorma’s stare.
“Not if you don’t let me,” the beast smirked, dropping on all fours and diving at him.
Wayne just barely avoided the pounce, shuffling to the far wall, arms at the ready. Pongorma lowered himself almost flush to the ground and circled him, eyes alight and fur bristling. At his second lunge, Wayne lowered himself and took them by the hips, effectively flipping the knight onto their side. Scrabbling his claws on the dirt floor, leaving deep rakes behind, Pongorma righted himself and took a swipe at Wayne’s leg, connecting and toppling him over. Pinning him to the floor with his body, they instantly went to his neck and inhaled deep, like it was thier first breath in years. Claws grazed over Wayne’s white tank top, he could feel them tearing through and scraping his skin. Their bodies ground into each other. The knight painted the man’s leather pants with his slick, groaning against his skin as he sucked at his neck and shoulder, marking him over and over again. Wayne bucked hard, earning a hiss from the beast above him. He felt teeth skim along his shoulder, slowly pressing in. Wayne’s eyes shot wide open at the sensation, driving his knee into the beast's side and shoving the knight off.
His leg was dripping blood, his shoulder and chest stung, the floor speckled red, he knew there was bound to be more before this was over.
“In a brighter age, people from all over the land would line up to fill or be filled by a dread knight, to create the next generation of the world’s finest warriors.” Pongorma was circling him again. “Most chose to skip this part of the ritual, but not I.” There was drool dripping down their chin, tinged pink, Wayne could only imagine how their cunt was reacting to this. He knew how his dick was, straining hard in his pants as the crazed mammal before him spoke. “I lived for the hunt. I craved it more than being fucked sane again. I can hear you little prey heart fluttering in our chest, you know. You really are a wonderful plaything.” Every last one of his teeth glistened in the lantern light, straight and sharp.
Wayne dropped to his knees. “Then why the fuck aren’t you playing with me?”
A flash of something insatiable crossed Pongorma’s face as he charged again, being stopped dead in his tracks as Wayne headbutted him square in the nose, red blood instantly gushing down his face. The man took advantage of this distraction and plowed into them, throwing the knight to the floor, taking their wrists in his hands.
“That’s more like it,” he huffed out, Pongorma spat in his face. Pressing his bulge into them, they both moaned, hot and breathy. Wayne nipped along their throat, loosening his grip on their wrists, other hand going to undo his pants.
“You’re a fucking fool-” A hiss left his lips as Wayne’s bare cock slid against his dick. “For letting your guard down like this.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You sure aren’t doing anything about it, though.” He rutted against him again, leaking huge drops of sticky pre come between their bodies. “What did you say, ‘fuck you sane’ or something? That what you want, dread knight?”
A growl formed in his throat. “Quit your gloating, you’ve won, now take your prize. Mount me, dammit.” They turned on their stomach under the man, staring daggers at him as they pressed their ass against his groin. Slick dripped down their thighs and splattered on the dirt floor, Pongorma shuttered and tilted his hips up farther. His dick throbbed, his cunt gaped, he almost couldn’t take it anymore. Wayne pressed two fingers into him, the knight clenched down on them like a vice grip.
“Stop wasting your time, I’m open, I have been for days. Hurry up and breed me, damn you. Or do I need to take matters into my own hands?” He spat, pressing back into Wayne.
“Sages! Sages, fine. Desperate, horny, fucking… thing-” He lined himself up quickly and slammed into them, the beast below him letting out a yelp at the sudden roughness, already quaking and gasping for more. Swallowing back a groan, he reveled in their tightness, and hell they were soaking wet. Pressing himself tight against Pongorma’s back, gripped their waist and started pounding into him, taking in lungfuls of his heat scent, trying to archive it in his mind forever.
The knight was already tightening harder around him, surly about to come. Pongorma scraped at the ground, groans crescendoing as he spurted ejaculate against Wayne’s thighs. It dripped out of them steadily, whole body seizing as they howled through their orgasm. Wayne wasn’t sure what to do, he slowed his pace as his friend came, carefully stroking his back and murmuring praises until the beast shoved his hips back into him.
“Don’t- stop- you gotta- finish-” he snarled, spreading his shaking thighs farther open.
“Yeah- yeah, man, I got you.” The man pressed down into him with his full weight, the knight’s knees gave out and dropped them to the floor. Pongorma huffed and cried at each thrust, body desperate for true completion.
“You’re doing so good, man. Taking me like a champ.” Wrapping his arms around their shoulders, Wayne sped up, pounding deep into them, already feeling himself getting close with each pulse and twitch of the knight’s hole. He panted hard against his furred back, hoping his stamina would last him. It seemed it might, as the tingling in gut grew and grew.
“Wayne- come in- inside- I need you-” Pongorma choked out, cheek pressed hard into the dirt.
Wayne nodded frantically, about to fulfill his wishes, going as fast as he could before burying himself to the hilt inside his friend and flooding his womb with his seed. He bit into his shoulder, fur be damned, to stifle his cries, earning an absolutely filthy sound from Pongorma, who arched their back into him the best they could. They pulsed and squeezed in hopes of milking him dry to satiate the need deep within them. Sages, his ejaculate was so hot.
Wayne took his mouth from him, panting and drooling, rutting into his cunt through the end of his orgasm. They stayed intertwined for a while, catching their breaths and rocking against each other, the air filling with quiet whimpers and groans.
“Are you going to tear my throat out if I pull out now?” Wayne mumbled into his back.
“No, I believe my lust for blood and sex shall be slaked for another year.”
Wayne lifted himself off them, carefully sliding out and sitting back to admire his companion. His hole twitched as his come and obscene amounts of slick began leaking out, coloring his fur a milky white as it pooled on the floor. “Sages, man…”
Rising to shaking knees, then to his feet, Pongorma groaned, wiping the gelatinous blood from his face before speaking.
“Proud of your work, moonboy?” They smirked, hand unsteady as they reached to help Wayne up.
“Hell yeah,” he said as he stood. “Sages, you should let me do this again next year.”
Pongorma let out a hearty laugh, playfully shoving him. “You were a worthy opponent and mate; I will heavily consider it. For now, I feel we both deserve a long soak, yes? I have many… fluids that need to be washed from my fur.”
“I think I can arrange that,” Wayne smiled, taking his jacket and lantern from the ground as Pongorma replaced his helmet.
Wayne looked back at the splatters of blood and come on the floor, decided he would kick dirt over it later, and closed the door, joining his friend upstairs for a long and very needed bath.