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Spermatosaurus Claim

For Mohrahk

By Draconicon

Three hours passed in which Moh alternated between fucking his Kotyavr mistress and the dragoness that he'd corrupted. There was only so much that the Sergal-Spermatosaurus hybrid could really manage between the two of them, considering how voracious for his seed that they'd become, but the twin DNA chains were more than enough to provide him with plenty of seed, and even more libido. He was the best male that could be shared between them, and he pushed himself hard to make sure that they were both satisfied by the end of those hours.

The dragoness, for sure, had collapsed with all her needs met, but when the hours were done and Vasilisa decided that it was time to go, it was the Kotyavr that led the way out of the small apartment. He was more dragged along, his tail over her shoulder as he huffed and puffed and tried to catch his breath.

"How..."

He groaned as he was dragged through the alleys on his back, his eyes looking up at the heavens. It was...late? Early? It was hard to tell; his vision was still just a bit off, the mutations running through his body hard to keep track of at this point.

"How are you...still going?" he muttered.

"Female."

"What's that...got to do with it?"

"We're meant to keep going. You're meant to just hump and pass out."

Moh wanted to argue, but there wasn't much he could say to that. Most males were made for that. Sergals were a bit better, meant to breed everything around and do it repeatedly, and he guessed that the monster that had infected him had a similar sort of biological imperative. That said, the Kotyavr had managed to outlast him and the dragoness both, and with the fact that she was dragging him through the streets, he had little doubt that she'd be the one calling the shots from now on.

They were keeping to the alleys, he realized, and that probably meant that they needed to...

Yes, they were naked, so they needed to hide. And he was part monster, still. He reached up to his maw, touching the sides of his muzzle. Yes, the teeth were there, strong and curled and powerful, the sort of fangs that could bite down and really pin someone if they didn't want their throat ripped out.

Yet, they were...wet? Were they laced with the same sort of weird stuff that his tongue was leaking, now?

What's happening to me...why me...

Much as he was trying to think things through while his body was too tired to think about breeding, he couldn't drop too far back into his brain. Every so often, they hit a bump while she was dragging him along, and every time that happened, he was jostled right back into the real world. He groaned as she bumped him against rocks, against bits of trash, and worse.

"Gah!"

Trashing as a sharper rock dug into one ass cheek, he wiggled his tail free, getting back to his feet.

"Fine, fine, I'll walk!"

"Finally," Vasilisa muttered.

"You could have just asked."

"You'd have said you were tired. Better to make you decide for yourself."

"Mmmph."

"Now. Come on. Don't want anyone seeing you like this just yet...not until you're stronger, at least..."

Moh wasn't sure that he liked the sound of that, but considering that the Kotyavr was already in motion again, he didn't have the chance to tell her to stop. He shook his head, falling in step behind her, feeling the sway of his hips set his cock and balls in motion again, rolling back and forth along his thighs.

Despite fucking for nearly three hours already, he couldn't help but look down at Vasilisa's ass. The monster side of him loved her curves, but didn't care about the hole between the cheeks. It only wanted the pussy, the deep, sensuous hole that would allow for breeding, eventually.

She can kill it as much as she wants. Sooner or later, we will breed her...

We? Moh blinked, shaking his head, feeling his mouth slowly change from a toothy smirk to something a bit more natural. Where the hell had the 'we' thought come from? That was new...

Before he could ask, the naked Kotyavr waved for him to stop. He blinked, looking around for a moment before realizing where they were.

They were just across the street from her place.

That was quick...

Vasilisa looked around the corner for a moment or two before looking back at him.

"I'll go first, make sure that it's safe. You stay here. And I mean it. Stay here. No looking for more females. No looking for more things to breed. Stay. Here."

"Yeah, yeah, I understand."

"I'm serious. If I have to chase you again, I will find a way to stake you out in my house."

"..."

"And not just with a collar and chain."

"...Um...got it..."

"Good."

She smiled at him, patting his cheek, and then darted across the street. She seemed to have no shame with her nudity, and even less with the little white streams that were running down her legs. It was quite the badge of honor for him, seeing that she was displaying the results of their rutting so freely, and his cock started to push up despite itself. It ached slightly, and he looked down at it, glaring at the tip of his cock as it strained upwards.

"Really?"

There was no answer from his shaft. It just throbbed and twitched at him, showing off how proud a malehood it was.

Sighing, he leaned back against the building. At least the air didn't stink with horny female anymore. At least he was able to think of something besides sex.

Not much, admittedly. In a way, it was a good thing that he didn't have that much of a life outside of helping Vasilisa from time to time. There were no coworkers that he needed to worry about infecting, no friends that he had to worry about raping. If he could just keep out of the way, he'd be okay.

Of course, with the way that Vasilisa had made him fuck the dragoness when they weren't fucking each other...

That was...weird...

And yet, to the beast inside of him, it was better than weird. It was flattering. It was an acknowledgement of how powerful they were, of how good of a stud they were, of how much they could rut and cum and make the world's females their bitch. He growled under his breath, feeling the urges rising again, the hunger to fuck and cum and breed getting stronger by the second.

Moh reached down, cupping his cock and balls slightly, feeling the sac swelling already. It was like there was some sort of pump in there, something that was slowly filling them up, inflating them with more potent seed to start screwing with people. If he could get enough of that into Vasilisa -

"Nnngh..."

The Sergal-Spermatosaurus groaned, pulling his hand back with his other hand, keeping them both at his sides so that they weren't fondling him, getting him all worked up again. The last thing that he needed was to start jerking off in the street, marking the ground or leaving slime behind that might affect more people. He had to keep control. He had to -

"Come on."

Vasilisa poked her head around the corner, and he realized that she'd gotten dressed. Something about that felt entirely wrong to him, like the female should have kept herself naked and available to her stud, but that was something that he managed to push back down with a bit of effort. He nodded, falling into step behind her as they walked across the street to her apartment.

It wasn't much. He felt exposed for a moment, then he was inside again, safe, away from the rest of the world. He rubbed the back of his head as he walked further in, following the hallway towards her living room.

"What...what do we do now?" he asked.

"We're going to do a lot of things. But first. A bath."

"A bath?"

"Yes, I'm not going to let you sit around while smelling like another female. You're going to get a bath. Right now."

She grabbed him by the tail again - something that he was starting to get annoyed about - and dragged him towards her bathroom. Unlike the dragoness that they had fucked together, there was no shower, no tub. Just a wooden, oversized bucket that was just big enough for her. For him, it would mean that he'd have to double-over, his legs sticking out one end and his arms out the other.

"Come on. I'm fine."

"You stink."

"You like that, I thought?"

"Your smell, yes. Hers? No."

She threw him with surprising strength towards the wooden tub, and he stumbled towards it, wobbling on his legs. All his muscles didn't help him, and he teetered right over the edge of it.

When did she have time to fill it with water?

That was his last thought before she gave him another push from behind, and he tumbled right in. Splash. The water rolled up around him, soaking his chest as he splashed about inside, and he gasped for air as he came up for a breath.

As he rolled around, laying on his back in the water rather than on his chest, Vasilisa sat down at the side where his head was at. She had already grabbed a few brushes, and she was getting a few other tools, as well.

He had had just about enough of this. He rolled, grabbing hold of the end of the tub -

"Get back here!"

She yanked him by his teeth, pulling him back head-first into the water. She held him down, keeping him from getting any sort of leverage to pull himself up, and the Kotyavr held him very, very, very still.

"You're mine. Remember?"

Moh slowly nodded.

"And that means that you're going to smell like you, and you're going to smell like me. You don't cum unless I'm around, and I'm not going to be around you for long if you smell like other females all the time. Do you get my drift?"

In other words, he smelled like himself or her, or he didn't get to cum. That seemed a bit unfair, but at the same time, he could see that it was important to her. He didn't like it, but he knew that she wasn't going to be budging on this. He could see it in her eyes. This was a make or break point for her.

Sighing, the Sergal-Spermatosaurus nodded, and she allowed him to sit up in the tub again. He laid his legs over one end, crossing his arms over his chest in a half-pout, and stared straight ahead as she started to dunking a smaller bucket in the water, pouring it over his head. He grumbled as the scrubbing started, feeling the combs and the brushes working through his fur, getting the worst of the heat-stink of the other woman off his body.

It wasn't that it was a bad feeling, but it was demeaning. Both sides of him, the sergal and the Spermatosaurus, were aware that this wasn't what a stud would be doing. This was what some sort of house-husband would be doing, allowing his mate to make him look the way that she wanted. There was something very wrong with that picture, but at this point, there was nothing that he could do about it. Vasilisa was the one in charge, and that was that.

He submitted to the grooming, allowing the water to clean off all the smells of the other female. She even went so far as to reach under the water and start working over his cock and balls, massaging them, washing them with soap and water and a washcloth. Several times his barbed dick rose out of the water and throbbed, begging for attention, but she'd just grind the washcloth against the sensitive tip until it learned its lesson and went back down.

It was the ball-washing that got him all sorts of interested and perked up, though. There was something to the sensitivity of his sac that made it all the more interested in being touched. And when Vasilisa lingered on his bigger, growing balls, he could feel that she was rather interested in them, too. He rolled his hips forward slightly in the bath, and he could see her eyes closing slightly, her mouth opening in a soft purr of interest.

His balls were still churning, pumping away, the feeling of growth all too clear. He moaned under his breath as she started to roll his balls against her palm, making them feel all the bigger, all the larger with her interest in them, but the sound broke the spell. She let go, washing her hand on the cloth.

"That's better. You're looking much better now, my stud...and much better smelling, too," she said, chuckling. "Stand up."

He did, and he wobbled as he rose to his feet. He was still not used to the sheer musculature that this form had, or the way that he was so much taller. He was nearly ten feet tall, now, or at least, over nine feet. He wasn't quite sure, since he hadn't had the chance to measure since he'd grown.

Still, well over his former height, and he loomed over the Kotyavr. The feline looked up at him, the dark fur on her arms and along the back of her neck bristling slightly, and the white fur along her exposed chest doing the same.

"I'm not sure that I like you being that much taller than me..."

"Well, I don't know how to shrink."

"Hmmmph. Imperfections. I'll have to do something about that."

Moh wanted to smile a bit, tease her about how her 'perfect' boyfriend wasn't so perfect after all. Before he could do anything of the sort, however, she reached up and grabbed him by the neck, giving him a gentle squeeze.

"However. Time for you to learn your place."

"Mmmph?"

"Down."

She gave his throat a pull, and he went along with it, almost falling back into the tub. As she guided him out of it, they walked down the hall, him dripping water everywhere, her looking pleased as punch. Eventually, they returned to the living room, and she sat down on the couch. Rather than letting him join her, however, she pushed him to kneel on the floor.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"We're going to do something different."

"Is it going to be fun?"

"For me."

She smiled, spreading her legs, and his cock almost immediately jumped back up, surging to life once more. The Kotyavr chuckled.

"Good to see that part of you works so well. The benefit of a monster inside you..."

"We...we really should do something about -"

"Let me worry about that," she said, trailing a toe along his shaft. "But for now, you're not going to use that. You're going to use your tongue."

"My tongue?"

"Yessss."

She spread her legs wider, still, showing off her inner walls, the pinkness that laid between her legs. It was wet and slick and all sorts of eager, and he knew that she would be moaning if he so much as touched her with a finger, let alone with his tongue.

As he leaned in, though, he felt the sheer strength of his tongue in his mouth. He normally didn't think about it, since he was more used to thrusting away with his cock rather than his mouth, but -

A memory popped into his head, a memory of shooting his tongue across the room, stabbing it against her clit. He remembered how it had been so long, so impossibly long at that moment, and what it had done to the Kotyavr back then. He blushed a bit, looking up at her again.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm telling you to do it, aren't I?"

"But...last time..."

"That was a fluke. I'm not going to be controlled that easily."

Grabbing the back of his head, she shoved him down against her sex, grinding his lips against her pussy.

"Now, start licking. And I'll show you who's in charge."

He blushed a bit at that, even as the Spermatosaurus side of him complained about being pushed down on its knees again. It was a stud. Not some pet to be kept on a leash. It was a monster that was meant to be breeding, not some little toy that was kept down to suck on a female's sex.

Yet, he still slowly worked his tongue out of his mouth. Moh remembered that it had stretched across the living room before, but that should have been impossible. A dream memory, he thought, not a real one.

And yet, as he started stretching his tongue out, he could see just how long it was. Eight inches, then sixteen, then thirty-two. Almost a meter of tongue sticking out of his mouth, almost a yard, and he could feel that there was so much more bundled up in his maw, so much that could be put to use pleasuring the Kotyavr if he so wished.

If she so wished.

"Get started," she muttered to him, gripping his fur tightly along the back of his head.

So, he did. His dancing tongue slid out, pressing against Vasilisa's sex, and she immediately arched her back, moaning for him, her eyes slowly closing as the split tip of his tongue pressed against her sex. She pressed down on him, gritting her teeth, and he tasted her juices squirting out of her. No, not squirting, more oozing, but faster than usual. Much, much faster than usual.

"Mmmph...keep going...keep...licking..."

He did as he was told, dragging his tongue along her outer lips. Every time that he twisted his tongue around enough, every time that the split at the tip touched her the right way, he swore that he felt a sort of jolt through the tongue, almost like there was something sticking out. Like a stinger? Or the right sort of pressure on a barb? He didn't know, but it was doing something to her. Every time that it happened, he felt her juices flow a bit more freely, felt her pussy warm even hotter, her breath come faster.

"I said...keep...licking!"

She shoved his face tightly against her pussy, the smell of her growing heat getting thicker and hotter by the moment. He gasped through it, sucking down as much of it as he could, trying to make sure that he kept licking, kept thrusting his tongue into her the way that she obviously wanted.

"Ah...ah...yes..."

She was panting, alright, panting and dripping with all the need that his tongue was giving her. Not since they were rutting had he seen her like this, but...

But it wasn't as much as it had been in the dream memory. She had completely collapsed when his tongue found her clit back then. It had been like a taser of pure pleasure back then, but either that part was wrong, or he was doing this wrong.

He kept thrusting his tongue into her depths, licking all the way up to the entrance of her womb, but not going any further. Not without permission. Not when he knew that that was something that could hurt females. She could get angry right now, and he didn't want an angry Kotyavr sitting on his face.

So, he kept pushing his tongue in, and out, in, and out. The taste was thick, almost metallic, and hot. His cock throbbed in response, begging for the chance to get up and breed her properly, but every time that he so much as shifted the angle of his head, she yanked him back down.

Her breathing was coming faster, her eyes closed. She was working off of instinct, now, riding the pleasure that his tongue was giving her. Every so often, he'd feel her pussy squeeze down, and he wondered if those were micro-orgasms, things that showed that she was getting off to him.

But that wasn't the only thing. He watched her as he kept jabbing his tongue in, and he could see that...that other things were happening. That her chest would rise, her breasts slowly filling in, getting bigger. They were swelling, widening, and then they would get crushed down again as she huffed, hissed. She was using her magic, he realized, forcing them to shrink down when the stuff he was doing was trying to turn her into something bigger, a better sort of breeding machine.

Moh was fascinated...and tempted...

The Sergal-Spermatosaurus pulled his head back slightly, just enough so that he could tilt his tongue up. The next thrust into her ground that long, slithering mouth-muscle against her clit, and she arched her back, gasping all of a sudden. She stiffened, going up on her tiptoes a bit, cumming hard. He got a face-full of her juices, and they stained his cheeks, his lips, his forehead as she kept twitching, kept clenching, kept cumming on him.

The feeling was not a bad one, though he knew that the stud side of him was feeling affronted about the idea of being marked rather than doing the marking.

Slowly, she allowed him to pull his head back, and the panting Kotyavr smirked down at him. He smiled, sticking his tongue out at her.

"Good?" he managed to ask.

"Very. But you're not done yet..."

He looked down at her pussy. From all the heated juices he had been tasting, he half-expected to see her red and inflamed down there, waiting for a breeding. He definitely expected to see her drenched and wet, almost gaping from how deep his tongue had been going inside of her.

Instead, she looked normal. Either she was cheating, or he was imagining some of the effects that his tongue could have on her.

Either way, there was no doubt about what else she wanted, particularly as she shoved him back with one leg and then straddled him. She reached back, grabbing his cock at the base, and she used her other hand to stroke his cheek.

"What is this, now?"

"Yours," he said promptly.

"That's right. And what do I do with what's mine?"

"Use it?"

"That's right. I use it...the way that I want to."

She squeezed the base of his cock, and he shivered at the way that she applied the pressure. It made his cock feel even bigger, even needier as she stroked her fingers up along the side, making her way towards the tip.

It didn't help that his balls were churning like mad again, forcing his legs apart with the size that they were growing to. It was impossible, completely impossible that this was happening like this, but at the same time, it was hotter than he could have ever imagined.

She rolled her hips back, pressing her pussy to his tip, and he could feel the heat again. She wanted him, alright, and she wanted him deep.

"And I want to have you try to breed me."

"T-try?" he stuttered.

"Yes. Try."

And then she rolled her hips back again, dragging her pussy along his cock. His much-engorged cock, he realized, the shaft throbbing, begging to be buried in a willing female. His balls churned, and it was like they were pumping a mind-altering poison through him, burning through his common sense, his submission to the woman on his lap.

"Grrrrr...there is...no try..."

"Prove it," she said, almost sneering in her arrogance as she leaned over him, swaying her breasts in his face. "Show me...that you can breed me..."

With a deep growl, feeling almost like the burning in his balls was reaching up to his brain, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back. She gasped as he slammed into her, and he barely kept from doing the same.

Tight...

She was so tight, so small compared to him, and as he dragged her further and further onto his cock, he swore that he could see a bulge wriggling up through her body, pushing deeper and deeper towards her womb. That was impossible, utterly impossible, but his brain no longer cared. There was no more point in looking after her comfort. He just needed to breed, needed to show her that he was the stud, that he was the one that she needed.

With a deeper growl, he pulled her all the way down to the base of his cock, letting her ass cheeks rest against his balls. He held her there, snarling up at her like a beast, and then hunched his hips up. If it wasn't for the fact that he was holding her so tight with his claws, she would have gone flying.

As it was, she went up to the tip of his cock, and he yanked her right back down, sheathing his shaft into her tight little slit, forcing it open, breeding it like the Kotyavr obviously needed. He thrust up as he pulled her down, slamming his cock into her so deep, so brutally, that there was no chance that it wasn't going right to her womb, right to the place that needed that seed so bad.

She gasped over him, her eyes going wide, her hands up in the air as if she was on a ride. He didn't care. He was using her, and she was going to be used.

Hump, hump, hump, his cock fattening up, splitting her open even further. He could feel the tightness of her inner walls fading as the true stud started to mark her body, using her the way that only a monster could. Thrust, thrust, thrust, slamming into her, filling her to the brim and then making her stretch all the further so that she could fit even more inside of her. The hot, wet grip of her pussy around his cock was all that he needed to drive himself forward, to motivate him to fuck her harder, faster, deeper.

In and out, in and out, picking up the speed to start swinging his balls up against her ass, slapping her with them, fucking her and punishing her for teasing him. His cock throbbed, hard, only kept from cumming by the bits of tightness that she had left. When he battered her pussy into submission, he was going to flood her.

In and out, in and out, fucking her, rutting her. Her pussy clenched down again and again, and she gasped wordless moans as he rutted her. She arched her back, starting to thrust back against his cock, and he grinned up at her.

"Breeding girl," he growled.

"Keep...going..."

She didn't want him to stop. Brave slut.

He wanted to roll, but she maintained enough control to keep him on his back, to keep him pinned as he humped up to meet her instead, slamming in again, and again, and again. Each time, he swore he felt the swimmers in his balls begging to come out. There was so much in there, the urge to cum almost overwhelming. Muscles, new, strange muscles, felt like they were constantly tensing and pulling, ready to shoot something.

Finally, minutes into the rut, after two orgasms from the Kotyavr from being fucked so hard as she was...he came.

Her pussy had been loosened up by the hard rutting, and that meant that it was finally able to be filled properly. He slammed in one last time, holding her against his crotch as he came. It was like his balls were going through some sort of emergency vent, muscles through his crotch pulling out more and more and more. He felt a strange draining feeling under the explosive pleasure of his orgasm, almost like something was being drained out through other tubes down there, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he came.

He saw the bubbling, filling effect that came with it. Vasilisa's belly started to expand with his seed, and the Spermatosaurus side felt satisfied. It had bred the teasing, taunting girl, and that meant -

But no. The bulge was slowly fading, and the growth that had started again at the Kotyavr's chest was reversed. The little bitch was getting rid of the changes that the seed was supposed to make. Moh's Spermatosaurus side was utterly offended, angry, and it growled -

Boop.

The Kotyavr tapped him on the nose, and Moh blinked.

"...What?"

"You had your fun. And now, you're going to go back to the other thing."

"What? But..."

He looked down at her pussy, at the wetness that had soaked from her to him. She'd marked him, he realized, marked not just his face, but his cock, soaked it in her juices, and then sucked away the corrupting cum that he had been filling her with so that it was only her scent down there.

She was serious about making him hers. She was dead serious about making sure that everyone else knew who he belonged to.

There was something sexy about that, but also something kinda terrifying.

Before he had a chance to think too much about it, she slid off his cock, sliding up his body before she straddled his face. Once more, her pussy was right in front of him, but this time, he was flat on his back, a subject to the Kotyavr. There was no way to pretend that he was doing something to kick her off her throne from this angle. This time, he had to admit that she was the one calling the shots.

"Lick."

There was no cum sliding out of her, which confirmed that she'd used her powers to get rid of it all before it could do anything to her. That was cheating, he felt, but there was not much that he could do at that point. He'd just have to bite the bullet and wait for a chance to really get at her...

Moh groaned, trying to shake that thought out of his head. There was something seriously wrong with that, something...something bad there. He wasn't trying to conquer her. He wasn't trying to reduce her. She was -

"Lick."

She repeated it, the tone in her voice indicating that there was no choice in the matter for him, and he quickly darted his tongue out, getting to work. There was no denying the Kotyavr when she wanted something.

The End

Summary: Moh and Vasilisa go back to her place, where Moh ends up learning a bit more about what his proper place is under the Kotyavr. The two sides of the poor monster-becoming are at war about whether they're okay with this or not.

Tags: M/F, Spermatosaurus, Kotyavr, feline, sergal, cum, creampie, orgasm, oral, cunnilingus, long tongue, tongue fucking, bathing, nudity, femdom, mistress, monster, marking, pussy juice,