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This was so weird.
He didn’t even know why he was here to begin with, especially because curiosity would kill the cat. Or be the cat, in this case.
And yet, Gambit stood there, dumbfounded with wide eyes staring up to the starry sky from the alleyway.
Red eyes were locked onto a large figure that loomed above him, clung to one of the walls of the buildings, and a thousand thoughts were racing through Remy LeBeau’s mind.
Was he being set up? It had to be a trap. It stunk like a trap- or maybe that was just a dumpster or a manhole nearby.
It was then, the moment Gambit took a step back, that the large shadowed frame of Sabretooth slid down the wall.
“Aw, don’t crawl off so soon, little rat. What’s the matter?” The deep gruff voice of Sabretooth spoke, the large bestial man leapt from the wall and landed in front of the X-Men’s resident gambling thief. He rose up to stand at his full height and loom over the wary cajun.
“I’m so happy you came to see me…” Sabretooth crooned, and a wicked smile full of sharp teeth and two large tusks was put on display just for Gambit.
Remy blinked. “You left dis note for me?” He was so confused as he pulled out the note in question, rereading the brief contents:
‘I have a proposal for you, Mr. Master Thief. Only you can help me with it. Meet me in the alleyway near the bar downtown. You know the one. – V.C.’
Had Logan been the one to happen upon the note, he would’ve put the scent and initials together and came instead of Gambit. How grateful Sabretooth was that he didn’t need to spill more blood than he had to today.
“So the ‘C’ was for ‘Creed’. But your first name-”
“Victor. How kind of you to ask, Mister Thief.”
Gambit’s brow furrowed and his gaze grew serious. “So, what dis all about den, huh? You tryin’a screw wit’ Logan? Separate me from d’ X-Men an’ take us out one by one?” He asked as though actually picking Victor’s brain. Frankly though, he didn’t fully care what Logan and Victor’s beef was, but if this WAS about his vendetta with Logan, Remy was leaving without a second thought.
But then why go through the trouble of meeting him alone out here without Logan to witness the carnage?
Victor chuckled, “You’re not as stupid as y’look, little mousey.” his smile faded slightly as he took a step forward. Then another. And another.
“If this was near that runt’s birthday, you’d be right on the money… But no, today I’m feeling a little more– mm… Give and take?” Victor explained as he had almost successfully backed Remy into the back of the alleyway. A few feet was left between them, mostly because Remy stood with a card in hand, ready to charge and throw it as he’d done many times before.
“Whatchu mean, Creed? If you ain’t tryina kill, what’cha want? Gambit got no time for y’ games.”
“Easy, rat. Put the cards down. I want something very simple from you that you're going to enjoy…”
—
The fact Sabretooth had convinced him to do this was insane.
The fact this was with Sabretooth, Victor Creed, was even MORE insane?
It boiled down to a simple series of events: Creed was in heat. Creed learned that Gambit had a sex tape and tracked it down because of these awful hormones. Creed then wanted a taste of the real thing and knew where to get it. So, then, what was Remy LeBeau getting out of this?
…A favor.
A favor?
Sure, being able to ring up a second Logan for whatever reason would be pretty nice. Victor didn’t have much else to offer, but Remy was quite satisfied with the premises of ‘Any kind of favor’. It could mean anything he could possibly want!
So there he was, pressed against the chainlink fence of the alleyway while Sabretooth was burying his face against the fabric over his crotch, inhaling deeply and rubbing his face all over the forming bulge with fervor. He snarled and purred, aggressive with his motions only in an attempt to get Remy's scent on him.
It was honestly pretty hot to watch. This feral, larger than life man was so desperate for sex that he was on his knees the moment Gambit said yes. He asked so nicely and didn't extend his claws more than a few times because of desperation and the need for release.
To be fair, it wasn't like Victor was unattractive in the first place, but Remy just never really had an interest since he didn't really know the big fella. He didn't exactly get to see Sabretooth up close without almost meeting claws that could rend him into chunks.
But honestly, aside from smelling like an animal, Victor was pretty nice looking... when he wasn’t trying to be scary.
Swimming thoughts halted as Victor began to drag his tongue along the fabric of Remy’s pants, and the cajun snapped back to reality from the sensation. He stared down at the glazed, flushed look on Victor’s face, before bringing his hands over to the hem of his pants.
Button and zipper came undone, and Victor waited oh so patiently with curious eyes (cute…) until an average sized, uncut cock surrounded by a well groomed bush of reddish brown hair was sprung free from its confines.
“There ya go… Tha’s what’cha wanted, ri- ah-!” Remy’s breath hitched suddenly as he felt a large, hot, wet tongue immediately lap at his dick. What was jarring was that there were very noticeable ridges to Sabretooth’s tongue.
He really was a giant cat. His tongue even kinda felt like a cat's!
The barbs were not so rough and scratchy, but it added a texture that was so different from what he was used to that it sent tingles down Remy’s legs and up his spine.
It also didn’t help that Victor was practically cupping Remy’s cock with his tongue as he bobbed his head.
It’s not like he had to move a whole lot to fully engulf Gambit’s dick anyway due to how much bigger he was than the cajun, but Victor moved in such a way before him, groaning and growling around him–
The feral mutant was just so erotic to watch from his perspective, especially as Remy buried his hands into Victor’s blonde hair gently, curling fingers into locks of gold in a sweet, silent gesture of praise.
Yeah, that was a pretty sight.
This was a man who could kill him in one strike.
And the danger only made Remy’s dick harder.
Gentle hands trained to handle cards with finesse scratched and lovingly rubbed at Victor’s warm scalp, eliciting very enthusiastic purring that Remy felt reverberate into his dick, and he had to suck in a sharp breath and tense his muscles to not completely come undone.
“Mmmf… Fuck, c'est bien…” Remy moaned breathlessly, now massaging his fingers into Victor's head as though he were an oversized housecat. This would’ve probably gotten him killed if Victor wasn’t practically hypnotized by Remy’s scent, evident from him inhaling deeply when his nose was pressed into the merlot red curls that surrounded the base of Remy’s cock.
The sensation of his dick occupying a warm, wet pocket with a neat vibration feature would soon end as Victor would pull back, panting with his drool and precum-slicked maw open wide as though he was starved for air.
God.
Why was a hot mouth full of sharp teeth inches away from his dick making it throb?
“Your scent is addictive.” Victor panted, “I fuckin’ hate being in heat… I need your scent all over me.”
Remy smirked breathlessly.
“Well, plenty of Remy to go around, monsieur… He’s all yours.” He purred in a sultry voice, and that seemed to trigger something in Victor.
Creed’s hands were all over Remy and suddenly their position changed, Remy’s world spinning for a few moments as he let out a startled noise and attempted to find purchase with his hands before he landed on top of kevlar covered muscle.
Now, Sabretooth was beneath Gambit, but a sizable bulge beneath a gold and brown costume was now in his face. Sabretooth was roughly yanking Gambit’s pants down his toned legs, attempting swift exposure while managing to not tear the fabric. Large paw-like hands were soon spreading his asscheeks apart, which pulled a startled noise from Gambit.
“Go on… Work that mouth of yours, pretty boy.” Victor purred as he shifted to adjust their new position, now slightly sitting up so he could lean in and start lapping his tongue at Remy’s hole, eventually plunging it inside and fully tasting him.
Remy sucked in a sharp breath from the sudden wet muscle shoved into his ass, but he wouldn’t be deterred from his current objective, as daunting as it was.
The thief managed to find where the fabric parted for easy accessibility, and with no undergarments in the way, a large humanoid penis was pulled out from Sabretooth’s costume. There were a few key differences to an average dick.
The barbs, for starters. They were small, maybe half the size of a pinky nail, but still intimidating; though once Remy ran his thumb along some of them any hesitation melted away as he found they were not sharp and spiky. It was almost like how some people got things implanted under the skin as a form of body modification, but this was all real. They had some give to them unlike a body mod, and that was oddly enticing.
‘Bumpy, yet soft and pointy’ is how his brain seemed to process it.
The attention to the barbs seemed to please Victor as he let out a deep, satisfied growl that rumbled in his chest and sent a shockwave of arousal through Remy’s body.
Man.
There was almost too much about Sabretooth that was getting him worked up. It was so strange, but again, perhaps it was the idea of teetering close to danger that was making his dick throb and leak pre.
Victor let out a sharp growl and bucked his hips upward, moving his lips against Remy’s ass as though making out with his hole, of course with plenty of tongue involved.
The sensation made Gambit shudder and flush a deep red, leaning in now to return the earlier oral favor, dragging his tongue along the tip of Sabretooth’s thick cock and swirling it around the head.
Remy LeBeau has definitely sucked a dick or two in his time, Victor mused to himself.
He began suckling on the tip fully, pulling it into his mouth and humming- or moaning with the sensation of that tongue in his ass- and finding a rhythmic motion.
Victor seemed to enjoy the rhythm, but he also was the kind to disrupt order and cause chaos on purpose, so he thrust his hips upward into Remy’s mouth. The sudden movement caused the cajun to choke and gag on the sudden girth that pushed into his throat. Victor could only chuckle darkly as Remy pulled up and coughed a few times.
“That–” A cough, “Ghh- That ain't fair, Creed! Y’ could'a choked me- or worse, wit’ your strength!” Remy's voice sounded hoarse as he scolded the large brute, and Victor leaned to the side to peer at his face better.
“Aw, c'mon. I already told’ja I’m not gonna kill ya! I'm a man of my word. I was just tryin’ t’ speed up the process…” Victor explained, hands moving to spread Remy’s ass as wide as it would give without stretching the ring of muscle, and that caused the cajun to tense and shiver.
“I’m so eager to use this pretty hole of yours… "
Victor's tone was driving Remy crazy, and he made a second lustful attempt to down more of Sabretooth's cock, much to the pleasure of the larger mutant. Taking in Victor’s cock about halfway was all he was able to do without risking choking again, but it seemed to satisfy.
Victor did start to roll his hips upward when Remy’s wet mouth would slide down his shaft, and each time he did, Victor would growl with approval and bury his tongue deep into Remy’s ass.
It was nice, and Remy was letting the fog of lust take over until he felt Sabretooth's dick throb way too noticeably.
“...?”
He made a confused noise as he stopped, then bobbed his head again.
He would be met with another large throb, and– wait a minute.
Was Victor's dick getting thicker?
He had to pull his mouth off to check, and shockingly he was kind of right.
His red eyes locked onto the fact that at the base of Victor's dick, there was a very prominent rounded portion of the root that bulged more and more.
This fucking guy had barbs AND a knot on his dick.
He really was a beast…
Remy stared at the knot with wide eyes, suddenly he was met with a sharp growl and a smack to one of his asscheeks. “I didn't say stop, runt.”
“Ah–! Mmn– Monsieur…Perhaps you let Gambit use your hole instead, non?” Gambit was already beginning to regret this.
Just a little.
“You think I'm just gonna stick my ass in the air for you to take? You're out of your mind.” A hostile, condescending tone from Victor and the threat of claws poking into Remy’s ass only emphasized his point.
“B–But– Gambit’d like t’ get a taste of you too, Creed! I ain't gonna be able t’ walk after you put this thing in me!”
Victor paused thoughtfully, and with a growl of annoyance he moved his hands under Gambit’s chest and begrudgingly pulled him upward and upright; namely so it was easier for him to get up and move.
“Fine.” Victor growled, “But once you bust, it's my turn.”
Remy gave a playful smirk and a scoff. “What, you think I ain't gonna be able t’ finish ya, or take the time t’ do it?”
“Nah. I doubt I'm gonna feel anything from you. You’re practically packin’ nothin’.” Victor cast Remy a mischievous fanged grin, which wasn’t very amusing to Remy. In fact, that comment only fueled the kinetic fire that burned inside of Gambit, the one that could metaphorically make his emotions go boom when pushed to a certain point.
Shifting to rest between Sabretooth’s large, thick legs, and tugging the costume open more (crazy easy access he seemed to have in this suit) Gambit shot the larger mutant a playful smirk. The cajun languidly stroked his cock, lubing it up with the precum he’d been dribbling from his excitement.
“You willin’ t’ bet on that, mon ami?”
“Nothin’ t’ bet on. It ain’t happenin’.”
The tip of Remy’s normal human cock was lined up to Victor’s large, peach colored hole wordlessly. But Remy did take a nice, long look at the entrance; noting that everything on Victor seemed to be fucking big.
Victor may very well have been telling the truth when he told Remy he wouldn’t feel anything.
“Suit cha’self. Thought i’d add a bit of fun t’ this.” Remy said as he pushed forward and breached Sabretooth’s ass.
“The fun’ll begin when- mmnh- when I get t’ fill you.” Victor said, coincidentally tensing up the moment Remy pushed his hips flush against Victor’s.
From this position, Remy was nearly overwhelmed by just how much muscle mass the other mutant had. It was from this angle that Remy realized that Victor’s leg was nearly as thick as he himself was.
That aside, the view was something to behold. A giant bestial mutant that could turn anyone into mincemeat with a few strikes, legs spread, hands behind his head casually– As though he were reclining on a beach chair on the coast while he eyed Remy with hunger.
The posture was a little too casual, further giving off the idea that Victor couldn’t feel Remy inside of him.
But Remy LeBeau didn’t spend half his life at poker tables just to not be able to figure out someone’s tell when they’re trying to keep a poker face.
“Hooh… You’re mighty warm, monsieur Creed.” Remy teased, that smirk still on his lips as he moved his hips back, a bit of an effort since his hips were flush against Victor’s.
“Just– ffhh– shuddup ‘n’ get on with it, I ain’t got all day.” Victor’s eyes closed for a moment too long as he sucked in a breath, immediately giving Gambit what he was looking for.
He WAS bluffing.
“Damn– give Gambit a sec, would’ja? Gotta find a rhythm.” Remy replied as he ran his hands up the undersides of Victor’s thighs, admiring just how big everything the mutant packed was in comparison to him. But Victor wasn’t the most patient, so that’d have to wait until he coaxed the feral wildcat to relax.
Hands withdrew and splayed themselves on the underside Victor’s thighs, pushing them back towards the larger mutant’s stomach as Remy began to roll his hips and press himself flush against Victor as he did earlier.
The rhythm he began and the depth that he pushed himself seemed to be what got Sabretooth to shut his eyes for a second longer and let out a sharp exhale, occasionally that large barbed cock would also kick as Remy would occasionally push in as deep as he could.
“Sounds t’ me you’re enjoyin’ yourself a li’l bit.” Remy purred, noting that now Sabretooth has completely closed his eyes and was breathing more audibly.
“Shut your mouth.” Victor growled, face scrunching up.
“You like this?”
“I said zip it, runt.”
“Maybe you’ll purr nice n’ pretty for Gambit if he picks up the pace, non~?” Remy was running his mouth, enjoying the dangerous game with the giant catlike man he stood over. With that being said, he sped up the movements of his hips and resounding, wet slaps began to reverberate through the alley; ensuring he gave Victor little time to respond or try to retaliate.
He knew that if he kept talking, the larger mutant could just roll forward and either just crush him or move one of his hands from behind his head and slice him to ribbons.
But Victor didn’t.
Even despite the warning growls, Sabretooth stayed beneath him, taking his cock and seeming to enjoy it.
Remy knew he couldn’t run his mouth forever, or keep plowing into Victor for much longer. The slickness and occasional tightening of Victor’s hole persisted, and the friction was enough to make Remy hungry to finish; breathing picking up as his face flushed.
“Fffhh… Close…” Remy managed to breathe out as he felt that warmth pooling in the pit of his gut getting stronger, dick kicking inside of Victor and his balls tensing as he neared orgasm.
“I don’t care if you cum in me. Just… hurry up.” Victor was panting very subtly, but it was noticeable enough to Remy that it suddenly sent a bolt of arousal through his body and he pushed forward.
Gambit pushed his full weight against Sabretooth, hands searching for purchase and after settling on sandwiching Victor’s dick between their stomachs, Remy clung to the larger mutant. His muscles tensed as he wrapped his arms around Victor’s midsection and his hips spasmed.
“Fuck…!” Remy whined and squeezed his eyes shut as he spilled; rolling his hips and pushing himself inside of Sabretooth as much as physically possible.
Victor gave an appreciative growl and hooked a large leg around Remy, pulling him even closer nonchalantly by gently nudging the heel of his foot against the cajun’s butt to bring him closer. The rumbling in his chest appeared to fade, but lingered quietly; The sound wasn’t unnoticed by Remy though, but he wouldn’t comment on it.
Breathing deeply, Remy opened his eyes and lifted his head, looking at the larger mutant who seemed to be gazing down at him with a look of fondness.
But there was a hint of malice behind it.
Remy swallowed anxiously.
“...So–” Victor cut Remy off with an amused little purr and a fang filled smirk.
“Not bad, runt. But you know what that means.” Sabretooth crooned. A pawlike hand that was big enough to fully engulf Remy’s head grabbed him by the upper torso, pulling him up and making Remy pull out in the process.
Remy let out a startled noise as he wasn't quite done basking in that afterglow, but oh well.
Moved like a plaything, he was then seated behind Sabretooth’s dick and straddling his hips, the larger mutant chuckling darkly as he compared the size of his bestial appendage to Remy’s torso as he held the base of it up to line up with the smaller mutant.
Gambit’s eyes widened. This thing was big- a bit over a foot long as a guesstimation- with the girth slightly bigger than Remy’s forearm, and even before Victor got the knot inside it went past his navel by two inches.
That was fucking scary, and Victor could smell the fear as he let out a thoughtful hum.
“Aw, don’t worry, pup. I won’t break you. I’m just startin’ to enjoy your company…” Victor grinned that fang-and-tusk filled grin that radiated pure sinister intent that instilled fear into many, but there appeared to be an air of genuinity to his tone.
Yeah. He was so screwed.
Literally.
“J-Jus’ go easy, okay? Y’ could kill me wit’ that thing!” Remy’s face was flushed a deep red, heart pounding in his chest. Music to Victor’s ears.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll take my sweet time with you.” Victor said sweetly, but with Sabretooth, you really did have to have a heightened sense of smell in order to determine his true intent.
Surely it wouldn’t be too painful of a breach. Sabretooth practically fucked Gambit with his tongue earlier, that was sure to be enough prep!!
Surely…
…Okay he was probably just coping about the fact he was about to have his insides absolutely rearranged.
Cradled against Victor’s hand, Remy watched as Victor shifted him and lined his large dick up to his much smaller, average-human-sized hole. Black and red eyes flicked between looking between his legs at the giant dick, and looking up to the man that bore it. The man in question looked hungry, drool beginning to drip down his chin as he breathed through his mouth, tasting the air.
And then the breach began.
The tip wasn’t even in fully, but it was fucking THICK, and Remy was holding his breath as his hands rushed to his face. Eyes were squeezed shut, and his gloved palms were pressed against his lips hard enough where it felt like if he pushed in he could cave his teeth inward.
“Oh, c’mon. It’s not even in yet!” Victor snapped. “You're lucky I'm holdin' back, I could be pushin’ in more rough like I wanna, so just relax and i’ll try not t’ snap you in half!”
The words were so very comforting to hear, and they definitely made Remy feel more inclined to relax. Jokes aside, unfortunately Victor was right. If he didn’t at least relax his lower half, this was gonna hurt way worse.
Remy let out a shaky breath through his fingers, and lashes fluttered as he opened his eyes, which were glossier with him biting back the pain.
Victor’s eyes widened as his heart skipped a beat. He hated that such an expression was getting to him.
He really hated that he had such a hard-on for Gambit right now.
“Stop lookin’ at me like that.” Victor grumbled, beginning to push in again while trying not to jerk his hips forward instinctively and watching Remy’s expression as he did.
Remy was letting out a slew of choked out noises, and despite the fact that Sabretooth was shockingly not trying to hurt him, this was bigger than anything he’d put in his butt before.
A man’s gotta experiment a little bit, but this was TOO adventurous. He was used to average sized insertions and plugs, not ‘Victor Creed’s ass destroyer 9000’!
Each noise that Remy made was unfortunately going right to Victor’s cock, and even more unfortunately, that feral side of him decided to rear its ugly head and buck his hips suddenly– roughly–!!
Fuck–!!!
His instincts were screaming at him as his irises disappeared; He needed to breed this runt NOW!
Knot aside, Victor was fully bottomed out inside of Remy, whose back was arched against the larger mutant’s hand. Teeth were clenched as tears began to stream down his scruffy cheeks, and one of his hands had snapped to grip Victor’s hand– the one that held him there– tightly.
Remy was a trembling, sniveling mess as he attempted to adjust to this large intrusion stretching him impossibly wide– it felt so strange. It hurt, but that pain of being stretched open so much… It was so good. That pain was turning into desire.
Desire for more– the desire to be used like a real piece of fuckmeat.
“FFFuck—!! Ungh…” Victor breathed as he basked in the warmth of Remy’s insides before realizing what he just did, his head then snapped to look down to the man in his grasp.
“Shit–! I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Victor asked with a twinge of concern in his voice. As much as his hips twitched and tried to instinctively move, he needed to make sure he didn’t kill the man that was probably his ticket to a free piece of ass during his heats.
Part of him couldn’t stand the idea of this being a once in a lifetime lay.
“Runt…?” He said questioningly, leaning forward slightly and peering at Gambit’s face with pure white eyes. The smaller man’s face angled partially out of sight after he tossed his head back. Victor could smell the desire, the racing heartbeat, but he had to be certain even if he couldn’t smell death.
Breathless, quivering noises that sounded like Gambit was hyperventilating was all Remy could muster in response, but he did lift his head, and Victor saw the true, genuine look of unfiltered desire that the Diable Blanc had in his eyes. His tongue hung out of his mouth as he panted, and Victor also noticed that the cajun was way wetter and messier–
He came. He’d broken a sweat and actually fully came because of the fact that he liked this. The sudden intrusion- the roughness…
Gambit liked being manhandled.
“Mmmn… Good. Glad you’re still with me.” Victor purred and licked his teeth, “Because now, the fun’s gonna happen.”
With excitement in his gut and a predatory gaze, Victor began to pull out; eliciting drawn out noises that made Remy’s chest rumble, and then pushing back in.
The noticeable bulge in Remy’s gut was a huge turn on for both of them it seemed, as when Remy noticed it after looking down at himself, watching Sabretooth fuck him steadily, Victor felt him tighten again and let out a very loud, whorish moan as he shivered.
A few ropes of white, but Remy came again and slumped against the palm that held him in place.
Victor chuckled. “I didn’t realize that the X-Men had such a hungry little cocksleeve on their team.” Victor said huskily, and began to pick up his pace. A steady rhythm that Remy was very receptive of if his noises were anything to go by.
“O-Ooh!! Oui!! Fuuuck– oui, s'il vous plait!” Gambit pathetically moaned as he was effectively used like a sex toy and was loving every second of it. He hated to admit it, but this was so fucking good. He was so full, every time Sabretooth filled him he saw sparks and static, and every time he pulled out Remy only wanted more and more.
He loved this, he loved how it felt to be used. He didn’t want this to end- it was driving him crazy.
“Rrrgh… Fuck, ‘f you keep tightening like that–” Victor growled with warning, his breath hitching, and Remy could feel the swell of that Knot pressing against his hole.
“You’re gonna make me wanna knock you up even more-!” Victor possessively snarled and shifted forward, now allowing Remy to rest his back against the ground, and Victor himself placed his palms on the ground above his head.
That’s when his hips went faster, and Gambit was left with very little noise to make as he was effectively jackhammered into the ground.
“Haah– Grrrrh- Fuuuck yes– your pussy’s so fucking good, runt-!” Victor groaned with praise, letting his head hang down as he watched Remy beneath him with an obsessed glimmer in his eye.
Remy was going to smell like him inside and out at this rate. Good.
Logan was gonna know this was HIS plaything now, and there was nothing he, or any other X-Man could do about it.
Remy was left with nothing to do but lay, take it, and suck in air as he panted like a dog beneath Victor. He’d seemingly cum once or twice more (He honestly couldn’t tell anymore) but it seemed like he was spent at this point.
Now, he was just a hole; a toy of warm flesh for a large bestial mutant to breed mercilessly.
And boy, was he about to be bred.
Sabretooth’s rhythm kicked up a little faster and with each thrust in, that knot attempted to push in a little bit more. Remy could tell exactly what was going to happen soon.
It stung. But it was such an enticing intrusion that Gambit began to beg.
“Please- oh fuck– please cum in me- cum in me, cum in me!!” He tilted his head back as he moaned his request with a hoarse voice, red eyes locking with glowing white.
Sabretooth was close. At least, if the breathless utterances of him saying ‘breed’ and ‘get pregnant’ were anything to go by.
“Hah– Y’want it so bad?!” Victor snarled, drilling his cock into Remy faster with erratic thrusts. Creed braced his arms against the ground, claws and fingers digging into the dirt. He gave an animalistic roar with a few final rough thrusts that pushed his new mate into the ground below; the rough movement and position served to allow his knot to pop inside and lock into place as his seed began to spill inside of Gambit’s gut.
The knot was one thing. Remy was trembling and clenching his fists when that knot popped inside of him– but the cum was another thing entirely.
There was so much, and it seemed to keep coming, and coming until Gambit’s belly began to noticeably swell up from the fluid.
Just when he’d think Victor was done, another spurt. And another… Maybe it was only a few, but they were big enough that now he looked pregnant.
Again, thank god no one else has seen them.
Victor panted as he rested upon his knees and elbows, caging Remy beneath him as he came down from his high. He was purring all the while, which seemed to comfort Remy and provide a sense of security that nothing else could touch him here.
He could be vulnerable like this.
“Hrrrhh… You’re a glutton for punishment, y’know that?” Victor said tiredly, breathing deeply and letting that rumble persist in his chest. He felt much better now, so why not bask in it? Especially because he had such a nice view. “I’m shocked you’re even awake right now. I thought you would’ve passed out.. But here ya are, bright-eyed and full of pups.” He said while licking his lips, watching Remy while his amber irises reappeared.
“Mmn… Gambit don’t go down without a fight...” Remy responded with equal, or more, exhaustion in his voice. He tilted his head back, looking up at Sabretooth.
“I’ll be able to pull out in a few minutes.” Victor said, shifting to scoop Remy up into his hands and lay back, resting with Remy cradled against his hands so could lay back and upright, which further showed the full extent of Sabretooth’s handiwork of a cum-filled Gambit.
“Damn. You look good like that, all full of pups.” Victor purred.
“Jus’... Nnh… jus don’ make this a habit, mon ami.” Remy replied tiredly, blinking heavy eyes as they eventually just fell closed. Victor could
“Ha! What- you actually wanna fuck me again? You’re cute.” A large clawed finger brushed against Remy’s face, rubbing his cheek as though he were a small animal, eliciting a small noise from Remy.
“Maybe I'll keep you around… Or swing by that school when Logan’s not around.”
But that could be figured out after he got the swamp rat home.