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Spring was a season of beauty. Even under the false sun of Labyrinthos, the flowers bloomed in a gorgeous array of colors. Researchers worked tirelessly, their spirits reinvigorated from the cold months suspending many of their studies. It was a time of new discovery, excitement, and joy. Unless you just so happened to be a Viera.
The first few days were always more or less fine, nothing more than a mildly unpleasant itch under the skin. Annoying, but ignorable. Then there was a tingling, a static that started from the bottom of your feet and clawed up to your scalp. A mild symptom all things considered. As by the week's end, your body would be consumed with a flame. An endless burning that started in the core and flared until consuming one who could only claw at their skin to feel any relief.
At that stage, there was no cure, other than to find a partner to mate with.
Scientifically, it was simply a biological motivator to proliferate the species that every male Viera went through. Physically, it was the coming of a week long torture for any poor, maidenless Viera bastard to endure.
It just so happened today, as a certain lop-eared bun stared blankly at the sky, that the growing static clawed up his skin, his mind away in the clouds and spring breeze that blew through his curly blonde hair. Even as the false sun peaked through the holes in his straw hat onto his eyes, naught was able to rouse him from his daydreaming.
"I would hardly think you'd find anything interesting up there, friend."
The boy who’d lazily rested his head on his arms atop his shovel swiveled his ears behind him to hear the sound of a familiar voice.
He waved, “Erenville, back already?”
“Yes, though I suppose I should've come sooner. Seems you've already been lost to the clouds."
"Ah, I. No, Sorry. Just zoned out for a second." He insisted, shaking his head, pulling his straw hat to get a better view of the tall Rava in front of him.
Working at Meryall Agronomics he'd become well acquainted with the gleaner. They first met when Erenville was delivering a shipment to them. Then there was a heavy shipment of who knows wotsit he needed a hand with- and by chance, and proximity, the two had come to enjoy each other's company with time. "You've been gone a while though. Are those just eye bags, or are you starting to show your age?" said the lop.
Erenville smiles, blowing a soft sigh from his nose. "No, the forum is under the impression gleaners can run off of nothing but pure caffeine and will. Just look at this list. Not one, but four different species of Dodo in Coerthas they've requested- even if I were to capture them all, how do they expect me to transport them all back without ensuring they're well and healthy?"
The other hums something in the tune of agreement. His shovel threatens to give into the earth as he leans further on it.
"...? Elliot?" Erenville snaps his fingers in front of the blonde lop in front of him.
Reality comes back into focus as Elliot blinks awake, "Ah yes- sorry-"
Erenville's eyes sharpen, arms crossed on his chest. "I’m starting to think you're the one not getting enough sleep,"
"Ah, I'm sorry. Hot. Hot day. Long day. I-" He fidgets with the palm of his hand, scratching the back of his head as he can feel the sweltering heat of embarrassment descend on him, "You don't have to leave yet, do you? How about you come over and visit later, and you can tell me about your trip."
The raven haired viera ear flicks, head tilting to the side. "They requested I leave by dawn, I'll have you know." A warm smile crosses his lips, "but I suppose I can make time." Erenville nods, raising a hand in farewell. "See you then, my friend."
"Until then." He replies, waving to Erenville goodbye.
...
He grimaces.
Why did he do that. He has about 12. Maybe 24 hours before he would be on the edge of death, sniffling and wailing in bed by himself. He knew that. He had requested the time off for that. Why then did he? He bangs his head on his shovel the second Erenville isn't in earshot.
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Several hours later and he was still banging his head on things- albeit not a shovel, more like the wall, his own arms, the kitchen cabinets, anything to keep him lucid in the present.
Should he just call it off? How would he, not like they shared a linkpearl or anything. What if he just pretends he's not home? Who's he kidding. He doesn't have anywhere to be.
Not to mention if Erenville just asked one of his coworkers where he was he'd probably find out he'd asked for the next week off.
And while that's something that may garner sympathy from another Viera, it was not something he could physically stomach the embarrassment of him knowing.
No, it's fine. Just one night, a few hours, a little chat, and that would be the end of it. It wasn't often he did much talking anyways, Erenville's stories of capturing wild beasts and his endless expanse of knowledge on animals kept him enthralled. That and those... gorgeous, stupidly beautiful golden eyes of his.....Ah for FUCKS sake, he needs to Focus. He slaps his face awake for good measure.
Gathering all the will in the world he drags himself to his kitchen.
It was small, like the rest of his accommodation, as it was all a low-ranking farm researcher like himself could afford. There was enough though. A wide window overlooking Old Sharlayan, a place to cook, a place to rest, and a table to eat. Not much else he needed, nor much more he would hope for.
By the time the gleaner had knocked on the door, Elliot was just finishing the tea he'd made. He'd only nearly spilled it on himself twice too! An accomplishment, when half your limbs felt asleep.
"Come in!" He yelled, getting on his tiptoes to try and reach the tea cups. "Urgh..." Being below five fulms, this was yet another trial, as he was also too embarrassed to use the goddamn step stool around guests or climb up the counters like he normally did.
The door opened.
"Need help?" Erenville chuckles, behind him already grabbing the cups for the height-challenged Viera below.
"I-" His face sours, "Was just about to get those, thankyouVeryMuch." He huffs, looking up to see the other Viera hovering above him.
"Of course, I figured that I might spare us an extra ten minutes of your struggling."
Elliot huffs, taking the cups and going to the brewing tea pot.
Erenville places down his ever-expanding backpack in the corner of the room.
"Smells good." he comments, hovering behind the lop bunny.
"It’s Vanilla chai. The recipe I learned from..." his voice trails off. He’s close. Too close. He can feel Erenville’s breath ghost his skin. He can even faintly smell the scent pine and earth, heavenly and…
Bite.
Eh…?
"Erenv- ah!" Elliot yelps, feeling the Rava’s fangs bite into his neck, pulling, knives threatening to slice open the skin.
"W— ahn-" He chokes, instinctively trying to flee only for Erenville to wrap his arms around the Viera’s waist, pulling him flush against his taught stomach.
“You're in heat, aren't you?"
The pain becomes secondary as pure shame washes over him, hands shaking and lips agape, words choked from his throat.
"For a moment I thought it was the tea that smelled sweet but," his tongue dragged along the other's neck, a bruise blooming against his skin.
"Haah I— It's not-" thoughts flooded through his mind, useless things that he couldn't hold onto as feeling Erenville's warmth against his own made it all the more difficult. "I didn't, I didn't think it would. A- Accident,"
"Accident...?" Erenville hums, hands trailing underneath the other's shirt, revealing hard puffy pink nipples. "You're the one who invited me over like this." his hands cup the other's chest, pinching the hardened buds between worn leather gloves. "It's alright, us Viera have a need, don't we? It's nothing more than a favor between friends..."
Elliot trembles with a needy moan. Erenville presses the weight of his body against him, pushing him further into the marble counter as his tongue grooms the bristling fur on his ear. “You were daydreaming of this in the fields, weren’t you..?”
A reply forms, but Erenville pulls his nipples taut and Elliot’s back arches up nice and pretty from the painful pleasure that shoots down his spine.
“I- I…” he stutters choking on his drool.
“Hmm? Speak up, won’t you. Although your whining is rather cute,” His head perches in between the lop’s neck and shoulder, smirking as he played with the hardened buds.
Elliot shudders, his legs becoming weak as mewls were squeezed out of him. His breath fogs up the air, his cock staring against his shorts.
If he could look up he would’ve seen Erenville’s golden eyes shining, a plan brewing behind them.
Erenville pulls the bun into his arms, nearlt tossing the two of them into the small bed that lay in the corner.
The lop’s back lay back against the sheets as Erenville crawls on top of him,” Eren—we, we shouldnnh-!” Erenville fits himself between Elliot’s legs, splitting them open and grinding his knee on the lop’s staining cock.
Elliot just about bites the tips of his fingers almost clean off just to not make the most embarrassing squeal.
“I-if you do that I’m gonna-” Elliot finds himself involuntarily bucking his hips up to get more friction, drooling like a dog.
Erenville smirks, pressing a thumb down on the lop’s tongue. “Not yet ♡.”
Sticky shorts are hastily stripped off the bun and two fingers are thrust into his tiny pink hole. There’s a shriek as he tries to clench himself shut- legs snapping closed to his chest, but Erenville forces them open and pins one of his thighs right up to his head to bring his ass up in the air.
His fingers are thrust into the other hastily, palm loudly smacking against his ass. Elliot’s toes curl, cock bright red, anticipation building to cum ropes of seed that paint his tummy white. That’s until Erenville pulls his fingers out leaving him miserably shaking and unsatisfied.
The Gleaner sheds the rest of his clothing, his body muscular and firm years of exploring and transporting his living cargo. Little wonder is it then how he’s able to flip over the lop with his face in a pillow and ass exposed.
“Hips, up.” He huffs, a large hand pushing down the nape of the Elliot's neck into the bed. Elliot’s tail was bristled, cute, and easily pulled up after Elliot proved too weak in the knees to support himself. Erenville’s free hand guides his hard cock to the lop’s entrance, cockhead teasing it open as it slicked his ass up with pre.
Although legally brain dead, Elliot realized something was wrong- very very very wrong, which was whatever was pushing against his hole felt too large- though these concerns had no time to be expressed, as Erenville forcibly fucked the head of his fat cock into Elliot's ass eliciting a silent scream and flurry of tears.
There was no question the girth of Erenville's cock must've been the same as his fucking arm. Humiliating, as this made Elliot hyperaware of every bump, every vein that bulged its way inside of him as yet another painful ilm fucked its way in. Erenville’s cock head forced the air out of his lungs, leaving nothing but choked moans as cum pooled from his cock and onto the bed sheets.
In a fit of desperation, he thought to tap out, his hand hitting against the other’s forearm to beg for just a moment of adjustment. But possibly due to being a thrust away from bottoming out, or just a plain miscommunication, Erenville only took the lop's wrists and pressed them down into the bed sheets. Erenville swears under his breath as he thrusts his cock into the hilt, a welcoming warmth and tightness flooding his senses. Elli finds his bleary eyes rolling to the back of his head, involuntarily rewarding the Rava with a tight squeeze, balls draining themselves onto the sheets.
“Did you just cum, darling?”
There’s nothing but whimpering to be heard as each aftershock forces Elliot to contract harder on his cock. The waves of pleasure electrocuted the few brain cells he had left in there.
“Ah. Shame,” Erenville tightens his grip on the boy’s wrists, “I haven’t cum yet.”
Absent in Erenville’s words is his usual cheeky tone, and despite Elliot’s stomach being distended with cock, he feels it drop as Erenville pushes himself to lay over top him. Velvety skin on ivory meets, his heavy weight pinning down the tiny Viera. Struggling was useless as it is for any animal caught in a gleaner's net.
Elliot still attempts to struggle, despite the futility with his arms pinned underneath him and both his legs straddled by the other- he opens his mouth to say something. An insult, presumably, but Erenville is quick to waste no time as he momentarily pulls out and thrusts his fat cock right back into him and Elliot is left to do nothing but squeal with his vision doubling.
A click of the tongue. "Tight.." Erenville grits, the other's insides barely willing to accommodate his size, making it hard to keep up a pace, but the wails the lop-eared bun let out only spurred Erenville on more.
Elliot's spent cock uselessly drools pre-cum. His arms fight and nails dig into the sheets. But pinned down like a bitch being bred he’s forced to bear the blinding overstimulation.
The initially uncomfortable feeling of his ass being stretched open was now nothing but a searing rod of molten lava being pistoned into him, burning him alive from the inside. If he had a voice he would have begged, pleaded- said he’s sorry for whatever he'd done to upset the Viera above him. But he still was forced to talk every ilm of pleasure fucked into his tiny drooling body.
Erenville trailed his lips down the nape of the lop’s neck, leaving behind a blooming red bouquet of bruises. Teeth nipped and pulled at the soft skin as he continued fucking him. Elliot's mind had melted out of his ears as he found his next high, spent cock rubbing into the sheets in a puddle of his own cum. He had slipped far away- his body somewhere unable to feel pain nor pleasure, only reacting from animalistic instinct as each time the thick glans of Erenville's cock dragged over his prostate another warm gush of cum flooded onto the sheets.
The brutal pace of cock spearing him open became increasingly erratic, culminating in Erenville dumping a thick load of cum that filled every crevice of Elliot's stomach. Overflowing cum spilled out of his ass and dripped down the ravine of his ass cheeks.
Elliot's body went slack, consciousness slipping into darkness with some vague recollection of Viera mates cuddling after sex. But with how filthy he was, he preferred the idea of a warm bath...
Both of these ideas are cut short, as without warning he finds himself flipped over, back against the mattress, and cockhead plunged back into him. “Ah-!?” Erenville only gives a lopsided smile, hand combing his matted bangs to the back of his hair as his eyes soften with a lingering sense of endearment.
“Perfect, yes, just like that...”
Elliot's cock slapped against his tummy, too overstimulated to get hard yet still drooling uselessly as he was forcefully bounced on Erenville’s cock. Calloused hands wrapped and his slim waist, fingertips digging red marks into the skin. His balls loudly slapped against the boy’s ass as the sound of wet squelches of cum burned Elliot's ears.
“Good,” a low moan, “You’re doing so good for me,” Erenville coos between thrusts.
His trembling legs fall open, allowing the man above him to rock himself in deeper, his own voice becoming hoarse from screaming.
In this position, a pretty little outline of Erenville’s cock is seen pushing itself into the boy’s flat tummy, something that would’ve deepened his embarrassment if not for hot tears obscuring his vision.
Useless thoughts slipped from his mind, replaced by the warm pleasure overwhelming all of his senses. “Cumm— cummhing-” he managed to sputter out, his cute cock managing to do little other than cum water.
Erenville dryly chuckles, “ Again? I’ve barely even touched you.”
“Erenn.. P-Please, Cumh. Cum—inside aga-in pleease—♡” his voice is a hoarse purr, lungs attempting to reclaim the breath fucked out of him.
Erenville’s ear flickers, the brazen honestly brought his face to a simmering boil. “More? Are you trying to get knocked up with my kits?” He teases, drinking in the sight of the blonde Viera disheveled by his own doing.
The rational parts of his brain had long since left, and he gives nothing more than a dazed look and a small nod. Normally, he would’ve shook his head no, gods no, not at all, not possible, not ever, but in this drunken cum brain state fueled with nothing but instincts he found himself gripping his thighs, spreading his legs wide and pushing his hips further down onto Erenville’s cock. A cute, but futile attempt to drain the Viera’s balls further.
Luckily for him, however, Erenville was happy to indulge him, throwing the back of his legs against his shoulders, letting him thrust his cock in deeper, angling perfectly on the spot Elliot wants it, needs it most, and at this point, it'd be shocking if neither received a noise complaint for how Elliot was absolutely singing for more.
The black haired Viera dumps another thick load of cum into the boy’s ass, Elliot's belly bloating to make space for the sheer amount of cock and cum. Erenville pulls his cock out from the lop’s quivering hole, a filthy white sheet coating it to the top of the shaft as it came out with a heavy ‘plop’.
“It's…coming outt…” Elliot slurs, closing his legs as a wave of nausea hits him from the loads of cum fucked into him. Erenville lowly hums, dropping to the bedside next to him.
"Shh…” Erenville coos, his hand gently brushing over the lop bunny’s stomach. “We have all week to fill you up."