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Guild parties put that on the list of things he was going to have to deal with from now on. Shinri wasn’t so much as sullen as his first impressions, but he was inexperienced being in such a large establishment as this. He moped in the corner, watching as fellow party goers danced their troubles to the live music. Guildmates and guests alike. Hakka partied with Axel and a couple of faceless women, Flayon danced gracefully with Bettel, who was attempting to show him some dance from some other country.
He hadn’t joined that long ago, his guard was still very much up and solid near his coworkers. Even Hakka, whom he had been aware of for quite some time.
Before the dancing, there was a candle-lit dinner party, of course hosted by the guild, and Shinri sat across from Flayon who acted like it was a prized seat, not because of the ronin, but because the pilot was sat next to Bettel. However, to Flayon’s dismay (and eventually Shinri’s), Bettel was roped into an endless loop of conversation as a town mayor two hours from here about Bettel’s travels.
So Flayon, as Shinri had observed, made do with what he had in front of him. Shinri.
Shinri himself didn’t really know what to do with Flay either. ‘Decidedly off’ was a bad descriptor for how he felt about him, Flayon was more or less completely obscured from Shinri apart from his physical form, he knew hardly anything, and what he did know he knew wasn’t a fraction of the story, or just blatantly false.
Namely his age. Shinri refused, on a factual level, to believe that Flayon is eighteen thousand years old. The only evidence he had was the pilot’s word and how his joy was tempered, weathered like stone on a temple.
But Flayon was a ball of energy, at the same time. He was bouncing off of walls and fluttering between each member of the guild, soaking up all of that attention.
“Shinri,” Flayon smiled, his foot touching Shinri’s leg. “Whacha got there?”
“Oh this, it’s a cocktail,” Even if Flayon was actually young, in reality, Shinri couldn’t explain why he answered that like a parent explaining the birds and the bees to their young one.
“Yeah? What’s in it?” His foot slid up to Shinri’s knee, but that’s as far as it could go. Flay was tiny compared to him.
“Alcohol. Vodka, ginger beer.”
Flayon smiled and grabbed his glass, “tradesies! You can get a sip of mine.”
Shinri flexed his fingers on the white table cloth. “I’m good,” he smiled politely. “I know what Sparkling apple juice tastes like.”
Flayon pouted, rescinding his offer of exchange. “It’s just you, then.”
“Maki-chan?”
“You don’t believe me. I’m really eighteen thousand.”
“And Axel is good at his job…I’ve done my fair share of travelling but I just can’t believe that.” He’s encountered spirits and beings a few hundred years old, been in places with thousands of years of history, he himself may be over a hundred years old without even realising it.
Shinri realised at that moment, it was Flayon’s demeanor. It was the way he strutted into the guild hall, the way he parked himself next to Bettel with glittery wide eyes, the way he begged and whined like a child that, of course Flayon wasn’t a eighteen thousand year old spawn of hell.
“Everyone else understands it.”
“I just think you’re compensating for being…y’know, small.”
“Small is one thing but you are one million times over my junior!” Flay got up from his prized seat, with his sparkling apple juice that made him shiver as he drank aggressively, and sat down at the last empty seat, next to Vesper, at the opposite end of the table.
Bettel’s eyes flickered at him, Shinri got up to peruse the bar.
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Shinri sighed, but didn’t allow himself a moment’s rest when he felt footsteps entering his shadow.
“Hiya, Shinri.” The creature that crept into his space, stumbled like a zombie, swaying and hiccuping. His eyes widened, vision filled with fluffy red hair and a tiny, fragile stature. “Miss me?”
Flayon stood there, outfit a little ruffled, holding a different martini glass with some glittery hocus pocus concoction inside. His cheeks were flushed, staring half lidded at him.
“Who let you have that?” Shinri demanded, everyone was going to get a very strongly worded talk from him tomorrow.
“Me, dumbass!” Flayon protested, “But I nearly vomited on Bettel so, can you help me back to my room- I said nearly so don’t worry-”
“-I heard you.” He tried swiping the glass from him, only for Flay to turn around, his tail reaching down to Shinri’s waist, and downed the rest of the cocktail.
“Moscow’s kinda pretty, you’ve been there right, mr wanderer?”
“Flayon, listen, I’ll play your silly chunni games when you’re dealing with a sober headache, but for now, I’m very upset with you.”
“I keep telling you, I’m Eighteen thousand four hundred and fucking thirty two!” He lets out a burp from the recesses of his throat, “And Hakka’s chunni!" The pilot looked up at him, his multicoloured eyes looking at something past Shinri’s physical form, like it was searching for the best possible proof that he really was well above age.
“Flayon…” It came out more as pity rather than a warning.
Flayon pressed his body right up against Shinri’s, his hand snaked down to his crotch, giving it a palm of warning before he gripped it furiously with a half gloved hand. Shinri gasped, feeling his erection suddenly spring to life.
The naughty pilot grinned from ear to ear, “Now, you’re gonna take me to my room and I’ll help hide that erection of yours, or you can cross the ballroom floor with it, thinking about how some kid got you hard. Your choice, Koipapa.”
Fuck this guy. Shinri thought.
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Shinri walked with heavy feet to Flay’s room, the pilot clung to him, snaking his tiny arms around one of Shinri’s. He definitely was drunk, but he was stumbling far too much, clearly faking it to some extent. His only solace was stepping away from the party he wasn’t enjoying very much anyway.
Flayon opened the door, Shinri couldn’t wait to just push him inside and slink away. As he went to step out of there, Flay’s tail pulled him back in with superhuman - inhuman - strength, and closed the door.
“Shinri, don’t be stupid you can’t go back out there without that monster in your pants.”
“Don’t talk about my manhood like that.”
Flayon looked up at him, his beautiful glittery eyes, “What? Your big fat monster cock?” He retorted very loudly.
Shinri sighed, but it morphed into a growl. Flayon was very petite, about the same size as Hakka, but made up for it in his larger than life personality. He knew if he put his hands around Flay’s ribcage, his fingers would touch. He gulped. His cock twitched.
Fabric rustled, Shinri looked down, his pants loosened, Flay’s tail tip flicking the waistband of his briefs. It wrapped around his bulge squeezing tightly. Shinri gasped and stepped closer to him. Being trapped by Flayon was the last thing he needed.
Flayon slunk off his dress. Apple sized tits perked up at the sight of a male twice as big as him. Flay caught his gaze, took his pink nipples into his hands and pulled. He rubbed and squeezed them. His pink lacy panties complimented the dainty curves of his waist. For being so little, the pilot was perfectly shaped. And Shinri was more than ready.
Shinri grabbed the Flayon, pushed him down onto the sheets, and ripped the sliver of fabric right off of his crotch.
Honestly, he expected a dick, but Flay’s glistening, slick pussy was more than satisfactory.
Although, slick wasn’t the word to describe it. Drooling, pouring out sweet cunt nectar from his tight hole. He was so wet that it reached down to his thighs.
His cock sprung out of its cage, smacking Flay’s soaked pussy lips. Flay jolted for once, trying to recoil in a demure way - covering his petite tits.
“Fuck, you think it’s gonna fit?”
“You haven’t given me a choice.” Shinri replied with a dark look in his eyes, his hips lowered and dived into his cunt. The head of his cock speared open the tender, pink flesh, stretching it far beyond what it was used to. Shinri knew, because Flayon threw his head back and moaned very deeply.
Like he had wanted it all along.
Shinri pushed further, he knocked onto Flay’s cervix but he knew it wasn’t going to stop him. He wasn’t down to the hilt inside the pilot yet, and that was the only thing that mattered to him now. Flayon was so slick and ready that the only friction was from the sheer size of Shinri’s dick pushing his hole open. He pulled himself out a little bit, adjusted so that he was face to face with him, and then thrusted deep past the barrier of his cervix and penetrated Flayon’s baby making room. Flay shrieked, but each sound of pain became lustful, submitting moans.
Yet, Flayon was so stupidly stubborn, “I’m daddy’s little whore!” He smirked.
Flayon’s womb was tight too. If Shinri wasn’t used to Hakka, then it probably would’ve been too uncomfortable for the effort. His cock outline was so thick and prominent on Flay’s belly.
“Sorry~” He playfully fake apologized, “I forgot only Hakka gets to say that.”
Shinri couldn’t believe himself, even now, the best way he could’ve described it was that he blacked out. Ironic, he knew. He pumped and pounded his hips so hard and fast into Flay that it was impossible for any unfortunate passerbys to not know what they were doing. Flay too was unabashedly loud, moaning like his life was on the line. Shinri’s monster dick mated with the furthest edge of Flay’s womb. At that moment his only mission in life was to breed Flayon until he was full of his babies. Flayon’s cunt wouldn’t let go. He never had any overt animosity towards him, but if you told Shinri he’d be fucking the lights out of Flayon someday, he’d never believe you.
“Shinri, ow! You’re too rough!” Flay whimpered.
“Shut up.” Shinri snapped. Slapping Flay across the mouth, a sharp crack rippled through the air. Tears welled up in the pilot’s eyes.
Normally, Shinri preferred slow sex, marathon acts of intimacy, but this was the pure opposite. Two animals fucking for dominance, and Shinri’s body knew it was about time that Flayon knew that outside and in.
“I’m c-cumming!” Flayon screamed as his pussy gushed out a shower of juice right onto Shinri. He collapsed onto the bed.
Shinri bit Flayon’s throat, hard enough to make him bleed. He felt Flay’s tears hit him. His orgasm struck at just the right moment. His cock injected serving after serving of hot sticky white cum directly into his womb. Shinri felt it expanding under the weight of his dick milk, hoping it spread into his fallopian tubes. The outline of his cock expanded, and a bulge formed full of Shinri. He never got tired of seeing it in his…other partners…
Ahem.
With nowhere else to go, the rest of his cum gushed out, leaving everything within the vicinity of Flay’s cunt, sticky.
The pilot looked at him. “Your outfit’s ruined.” Yet he continued to whimper and hiccup sobs. A thin line of blood trickled from his neck, his entire body quivered with the remnants of sexual pleasure.
Shinri pulled out, closed his eyes.
Flayon giggled, his tail pouring himself wine, from a glass produced from thin air. “Booze makes me horny.”
As Flay gulped it down, Shinri waited, the last thing he needed right now was for Flayon to choke.
It was going to be a very long night, but at least this might be a party he’d actually enjoy.