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Battle Beast's Waifu and the following rut.
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Battle Beast. Thokk. Feared across the multiverse, bloodthirsty, but bound by his code to only fight those who can prove a worthy challenge. His meeting with Ajani had been the least likely of meetings.
Thokk having been left to rot after his battle with Thragg, and Ajani having been left to rot after fighting against Ob-Nixilis, the demon who took control of New Capenna.
Ajani, with the last of his strength, healed Thokk, seeking to do one last good deed before finally passing.
Thokk, angered at seeing the one who aided him dying, instead transported them both away to one of his many lairs, and put Ajani in stasis while he did his best to heal Ajani and learn more of his mysterious power.
Time passed, and they became companions, and lovers.
Thokk was the aggressive spark and fighting spirit Ajani himself still felt he lacked, and Ajani's healing magic tempered Thokk's bloodlust enough to retire from his mercenary search for battle.
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"Now beloved Ajani, you know what time it is, yes? Don't disappoint me by losing so easily this time."
"My mate, you know I'm stronger now than I was then."
"True, but I'd like to see the proof beneath my claws as I claim you again."
The two panted, having wrestled, and chased each other for the better part of 3 days. Thokk's Rut had started later than average, and hit twice as hard as a consequence.
Ajani was already stripped of his clothing, eager for what came next. He'd never had a lover like Thokk, and suspected he might never find such again.
He breathed deep, enjoying the sharp, earthy aroma of his lover above him.
Thokk, already flushing beneath his fur with the heat of his blood, wasted no time in licking a long, heavy stripe up Ajani's jaw, thru the short fur beneath his chin.
He loved the softness paired with diffuse and resilient strength that coursed thru Ajani, and had long since declared he'd accept no other to his bed, while they both lived.
And Ajani reciprocated, embracing and revelling in the raw physicality of Thokk. They both quietly rejoiced at finding some balance, and someone who they did not need to fight, but could enjoy at leisure.
Thokk wedged his knee between Ajani's thighs, not wanting to wait any longer. A minor cantrip from Ajani's talons left his opening slick and shiny, ready for his mate to conquer once more.
Thokk's endowment had never held any great importance to him before, aside from the joy found in bloodshed. But he had grown fond of this different fire, this burning that filled his loins. His body had also enjoyed the privilege of Ajani's selfless benevolence, and now sported greater vigor and strength than before.
Where his shaft had once been a respectable 9 inches, a proper handful for one of Thokk's size, now the fighter's member was a full foot, requiring both hands to cover when aroused.
And Thokk was SO aroused. Ajani had grown stronger, and harder, under Thokk's insistence that Ajani would never be left so vulnerable again without his mana.
Ajani's body, previously formed from a life in the arboreal reaches of his homeworld, was now sculpted, chiselled, and the sleekness of his body was underscored by rock-hard slabs of mana-infused sinew and muscle that could shrug off even moderately-powerful explosives.
Now that same body was sprawled across the linens of their chamber, and glowed beneath the sun filtering thru the skylight above it.
Thokk reached under and lifted both Ajani's thighs, positioning his footpaws to either side of his own head. Then without more than a moment to admire Ajani's hole, began to penetrate.
Ajani's gasp was one of pure pleasure, his body long-since adjusted to Thokk's presence inside him. His own member twitched, a fat, glistening bead of pre unspooling from his tip to land squarely in his navel. He felt the first few inches slide without effort, and a tingle shot thru his nerves, from his toes to his ears.
But the next few he felt his body begin to stretch in earnest, as Thokk's shaft thickened steadily towards his base. 2 inches wide, then 3, as Thokk pressed deeper, hungry for his depths.
His toes splayed, as he consciously worked to relax his muscles, and make way for Thokk's well-practiced erection. A purr worked it's way from his belly, up his chest, and out thru his nostrils, as Thokk paused, to give a small kiss to the top of Ajani's muzzle.
Ajani loved Thokk a little more for each time he did it, having worked very hard indeed to allow himself to show any vestige of tenderness to anyone. Barely a hundred such kisses, in over a decade together, but each year, Thokk grew just that bit more comfortable showing his love for Ajani.
Thokk's balls throbbed, the heat within him overriding even Ajani's calming influence. Like the rest of him, Ajani's enchantment and affection had shown in greater strength and durability, but his balls had been lavished with rather.... more focused attention. Where once they were merely ripe fruits, so much flesh to him, now they were an added source of pride.
They hung heavy, incredibly dense, but sensitive, between his thighs, and each was the size of a small melon from his homeworld, or perhaps one of those oranges from that insipid little mudball called Earth. Even now they throbbed and clenched in regular succession, urging him on to plant his seed.
Thokk continued to sink smoothly into Ajani, Ajani's breath coming deeper and hotter, as his own desire for him, for THOKK, flared. Another few inches, and Ajani mewled, as he reapplied his lubricating cantrip.
Thokk grunted, and slipped the rest of the way in. That last 3 inches was a tight fit, even with magic, and at last, the ring of Thokk's sheath met the ring of Ajani's hole. Kissing, almost as if to seal Thokk forever in Ajani's heated depths.
5 inches wide, at the base. Even Ajani had been shocked at how well Thokk took to Ajani's spells of strengthening and restoration. And now that base stretched Ajani and left him moaning and writhing deliciously beneath him, and Thokk was lost.
Thokk's strong jaws were controlled and precise as they mouthed at Ajani's neck thru his magnificent mane, fangs resting just so, over Ajani's jugular. Thokk's teeth ached, as he began to pull back, for his next thrust.
Ajani's own shaft, a healthy 10 inches long, was now oozing a thin, delicate line, down it's front, as his pre began to pool in his navel. His thighs shook, as he focused to take Thokk without resistance. He was hopelessly addicted to this now, his previous infatuation with Elspeth as nothing before the new yearning within.
He laid back, extending his neck, exposing and offering every inch of himself to his mate, his Leader, his protector. Such trust he had thought lost forever as he lay dying on tortured battlefield.
But he had found it once again with Thokk. His heart, his lover, his mate. His Everything.
Thokk's rim met Ajani's ring again, and then again, as Thokk set to a steady, but deep pace. Every thrust designed to stroke as smoothly and perfectly against Ajani's prostate and awakened nerve endings as inhumanly possible. This was Thokk's true battlefield now, and it yielded greater pleasure than he'd ever dreamt of on the battlefields of his past.
Already, Thokk felt a trickle of his seminal fluid, slicking the way, and coating every bit of Ajani's channel. He knew it would not stop until his Rut ended, and gave thanks for how much more pleasurable each coupling would be from it.
His hips now pistoned, steadily, steadily, building up, a dozen strokes per minute, then an even score. Then 2 dozen strokes per minute.
Ever higher, Thokk rode his partner, and Ajani's breaths grew closer, more frantic. Ajani's depths grew tighter, and hotter with the building friction and nervous anticipation.
And then the peak, first of MANY, hit them both. Thokk locked his fangs with Ajani's as they kissed as deeply as only two predators could. As their bodies both seized and spasmed helplessly beneath them.
Thokk groaned into the kiss as his innards delivered a mighty load, each pulse a small nova of pleasure from his toes to his crown, as his balls lurched, and his cock shook within the clutches of his lover.
Each pulse a rope, nearly a palmful of thick, creamy seed, rich with energy and nutrients, jetted forth into Ajani. More than 3 dozen of these before his pelvis unclenched, and Ajani's own orgasm could clearly be felt, still sweeping thru his body like the tides.
He reached over to their bedside, where an enchanted goblet lay, and drained it once, before it refilled, and he held it over his lover's gaping maw. Ajani drained it once more, before Thokk set it back in it's place on the bedside table, and bent down to lick clean the seed spilled across Ajani's belly and chest.
But after only a few moments gazing into each others eyes, Thokk's hips began again, as the heat trickled thru him again, the beginning of another conflagration already upon him.
Ajani's hole was only a little looser now, just enough to no longer risk inflicting pain from Thokk's sheer girth. Thokk indulged now, in faster thrusts, keeping time, every other beat with Ajani's own heartbeat.
Their hips danced, meeting together with balanced strength and restraint. Always deep, but making next to no noise, the soft slick noises and their panting breathes the only thing to echo thru the room.
Perhaps another double-handful of minutes passed, not that either would have bothered keeping track, and another load, even bigger this time, was milked from Ajani, even as Thokk pumped another load equally as large into Ajani.
Ajani finally made a sound, a scratchy, guttural cough, as his own balls clenched, painting them both with his spend this time. Thokk licked as much as he could, between deep, deep breaths, and gentle flicks of his tongue against Ajani's nose and the sides of his mouth. Ajani's other hand, twitched, and the bits of seed adorning Thokk's own belly and chest evaporated.
Thokk growled and thrust harder once, twice, thrice, before letting go of a third load. He didn't like it when Ajani's predilection for cleanliness popped up during their lovemaking. A third load, hotter than the last, squeezed into Ajani. He gasped, feeling his insides begin to stretch and shift just a bit, to accommodate the pressure now building.
Thokk, now satisfied, reached once more for the goblet, to drain it twice now, and offer it again to his beloved, to sustain their energy and feed their physical reserves.
He placed it back once more, and kept up his thrusting. The tides and oceans of their current plane could have learnt a thing or three from his rhythm, as Thokk now sought to drive Ajani wild.
Their hips finally made a sound, as Thokk thrust harder, now enough to lift perhaps half of Ajani's weight off his hips and off the firm, slightly springy mattress they both preferred.
Another possessive locking of fangs as they grunted and moaned into each other, sharing breaths as they pant and snort thru Thokk's fourth orgasm. Ajani's belly was no longer quite as flat as it had started out, but one would have had to come between them to truly see it.
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Thokk reared back long enough to gulp the goblet dry again before placing it back. His hips now were beating a drumbeat, in time with the seconds ticking by, the sound still softened, muffled by their thick pelts.
He thrust, shifting angle enough to cause Ajani to rear off the bed, and lock his arms around Thokk's neck, as he now pressed his chest flush against Thokk's own, and Ajani's shaft now sandwiched between their bellies, let loose another load.
Thokk spread his knees for better leverage, and leant forward just a few degrees, to snag the goblet and bring it to his lover's open maw. Ajani swallowed, barely aware of the liquid, focused on the pleasure that beat thru him like repeated lightning bolts now.
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The hours slipped away, the sun setting, then rising again, as the two strong males rode the lust and the rut.
Ajani was now laying on his side, one leg pinned straight upwards in Thokk's crooked right arm.
His belly sloshed, with the literal hundreds of loads, Thokk's other-wordly stamina had left in him. Ajani's eyes were glazed over, his fur matted by his own spilt seed. He no longer had the presence of mind to magically clean away their shared mess, and Thokk's muzzle was locked in a triumphant snarl as he came for the 240th time. His fur was matted down with sweat and foam from his jowls, and his heat was finally waning for a time.
Thokk laid next to his lover, his shaft still hilted inside, and surrendered to the black.
Perhaps 3 hours later, he awoke, already thrusting and throbbing again, before his mind even fully emerged from the blackness of slumber.
Thokk looked down and caressed the jiggling bulge of Ajani's belly. Ajani looked as though he had eaten an entire bull, or perhaps was 5 months along with triplets.
Thokk grinned a bit, imagining Ajani, ripe with their children.....
Interrupting that thought, Ajani moaned, blinking, and clutching his gut, as he turned his head and looked back at Thokk.
"Beloved, I trust I didn't disappoint this time?"
"Never, my mate. You lasted twice as long this time before giving in to the pleasure."
Ajani smiled softly, before looking down at his own swollen belly, and perhaps unintentionally echoed Thokk's own words.
"I look pregnant. I swear, I could be carrying triplets as big as you've made me."
Thokk's hips kept moving and slammed home to come again, as if propelled by Ajani's words.
"As if that was possible. You'd already be round and heavy with my last rut."
"I didn't use any of the spells necessary for the seed to take last time."
Thokk's mind froze for a moment, a brilliant bolt shooting thru his being as his mind literally stumbled over the words before making sense of them.
"...."
"You can actually bear my children?"
"Well yes, white and green mana are all about new life, and growth."
"Would you.... could you.... do you want.....?"
"Do you? I love you, Thokk, and can imagine no other as the father of any children I sire or bear."
"YES. Ten thousand times YES. I would have you bear my seed. I would have you heavy with our cubs. I would conquer galaxies to lay them gently before our children's feet as gifts."
A simple soft, /breathtaking/ smile crossed Ajani's visage, before he took both hands, and began incanting.
To Thokk it sounded not unlike an old blessing from one of the nature-worshipping worlds he'd visited in his time. It invoked air, earth, water, sky, sun, time. The sounds seemed to fill him with lightness, and ground him simultanously.
Thokk felt his hips moving, and felt his orgasm crash thru him like a mountain. He came again, with a resounding ROAR, and filled Ajani just that little bit more. He stared, transfixed, as Ajani's gut grew, then shrank and grew firm. Not just round from the enormous amount of seed, but round, as though there was flesh and bone beneath that bulge now.
Thokk's stunned face rose slowly to meet Ajani's. He twisted round, and met Ajani's muzzle with his own, and it was no claiming kiss, but a gentle one, filled with tongue, and passion and a thousand other things Thokk had not the words for.
Ajani moaned into their kiss, and reached up to cradle Thokk's face.
"My Mate. My Beloved. Father of our Cubs. I love you. And I thank you for our new family."
Thokk replied, without hesitation.
"My Mate. Mother of our Cubs. Bearer of my Desire and seed.... I thank you, and will love you always."
Thokk then rolled Ajani squarely on to his back, and began thrusting again. Ajani was slightly puzzled, and told Thokk the spells had already taken.
"I know this, but I would like as large a litter as possible."
Ajani could only chuckle and reach for the goblet by their bed again, and lift it to the unremitting grin splitting Thokk's muzzle in two.