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"O-Oh wow....Oh f-fuck ah-!" 
Klavier chuckled lowly, his hands slowly trailing up and down Apollo's lean body as it trembled in his tight handiwork of ropes. Two breast pumps went to work on the defense attorney's swollen breasts, slowly coaxing milk to come from the teat and accumulating into a container below. 
A fucking machine worked a fleshlight up and down Apollo's spent cock. How many times had he come already? Four times? Six? Apollo had lost count. 

"Klavier...." Apollo's voice came out hoarse and shaky, "Klavier please..." 

"My little cow still has lots to go, ja?" Klavier kissed Apollo's cheek moistened with sweat and tutted, "You don't even have to do any work. All you need to do is sit back and take it, liebling"

Apollo sobbed and jerked in his restraints, his dick had been oversensitive for quite some time. But Klavier had him bound to their bed with some particularly strong restraints. There was no getting out of this until he was well and truly milked. The prosecutor smirked and playfully tapped the other's balls. 

"You've barely given me much from these, Herr Forehead. You've been slacking off in your diet and exercise as well. The quality is going to be...inadequate to previous milkings" Klavier spoke with fake disappointment and moved his hands to the other's breasts. "Now these. I expect you to fill the bottle to half way before I let you go for the night, my little cow" 

"H-Half?!" Apollo jerked in his binds, his eyes settling to the bottle sitting on a table on the other side of their bed. It had barely filled to a quarter! His whole body was alight with sensitivity and yet somehow it was STILL building. Apollo bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, his hips began to thrust into the fleshlight as the pleasure began to mount once more. 

"I think we need to increase the stimulation. Clearly the current pace isn't producing enough results" As if he could read Apollo's mind, Klavier turned up the settings of both machines. Apollo's orgasm was building higher and higher as each setting was raised. His voice cracked in a scream of ecstasy. 

"O-Oh...! Oh K-Klavier-! O-Oh fuck! F-fuck! Fuck!" Apollo arched his back and moaned hoarsely, another orgasm ripped through his body and left him breathless and oh so very overstimulated. "Klavier-! T-turn it off, please...! Oh g-g-god~! I-I can't...!" 

The prosecutor examined his nails smugly and turned it down only slightly. Apollo sobbed and jerked and bucked like a wild animal trying to escape but exhaustion forced him into submission. Those bonds were too tight to escape from and Apollo was not leaving his milking session until every last drop was out of his system. And Apollo loved every second of it. 

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"Miles...?" Phoenix's voice was quiet, hesitant and even a tad scared. One minute the pair was making out in Miles's 'home' a cave he gradually filled with things from his home before his transformation into a centaur. The next, it was very obvious that Miles was aroused. Painfully obvious. 

Phoenix felt bad for staring but...he couldn't help it! It was about as thick and as long as his arm, twitching slightly against Mile's leg as they laid together in his 'bed'. The flesh was tinged pink at the tip, turning a darker shade of grey to match the rest of Miles's coat the closer it got to the base. It was already dribbling a little precum. Fuck. 

The former human flushed darkly and attempted to awkwardly close his legs, but only achieved in arousing Phoenix more as it dangled and swung from the motion. "P-Phoenix...just ignore it. It will...go away by itself eventually" Miles coughed delicately and swished his tail in dismission. 

"You can't hide it forever, Miles. And if I'm being completely honest..." Now it was Phoenix's turn to blush harshly, "I-It's uh..." 

One of the thick veins in Miles's long cock throbbed slightly. The defense attorney squirmed a little in anticipation. "W-well it...it's really nice. Really nice, thick...uh...I've seen it a couple of times before but never this close. And I kinda wanna touch it" 

Miles gave a disbelieving laugh and looked away. "Phoenix, there's a chance I could hurt you if we...did that. Like I am now. There's still much about this form that I'm learning to adapt to. I haven't had the ability to pleasure myself since I turned. My form just doesn't allow me the opportunity to explore that side of myself" 

Phoenix reached out and very lightly brushed his fingers through the fur on Miles's inner thigh. And Miles reacted with a gasping shudder. Just how many years had it been since he felt the dizzying highs of sexual pleasure? No amount of grinding on objects achieved the same results he was able to pull as he did when he was a man. It had been so so long. 

Taking the reaction as consent, Phoenix's hand lightly stroked the sensitive flesh of Miles's penis. "Ngh- O-Ohhh Phoenix....~!" Miles's back leg gave an involuntary kick and Phoenix jerked out of the way of the powerful hooves. 

Miles was flushed and panting from a simple touch alone. He swallowed thickly and looked at Phoenix with eyes clouded with lust and adoration. "I don't want to hurt you" 

"And you won't" Phoenix murmured, pulling Miles in for a kiss. Miles kissed back passionately, his tail swished once more in impatience. He was aroused and ready to burst already. Years of denial from his own biology was becoming unbearable. Phoenix could sense the other's impatience and grinned. 

"Mm. Sit...sit down on those front legs and lift your ass up. Yeah that's it...~" Phoenix cooed and shuffled into the tight space underneath Miles's torso, "How is it? Are you comfortable like this?" 

"Y-yes...yes...please Phoenix just-" Miles's voice was cut short in a bellowing moan as he felt something hot and wet and tight swallow around the sensitive tip of his cock. Hands stroked up and down the shaft of his cock, gentle but with enough pressure to have him feel something. The part of Miles that remained human clutched at his mouth and an adjacent wall of the cave, scrabbling for purchase on anything he could to ground him through the most intense blowjob he had ever received. 

The space underneath Miles's torso was growing very hot and damp very quickly. Phoenix gripped onto the two powerful legs in front of him as he attempted to fit as much of Miles as he could into his mouth. It was like attempting to eat a large hotdog or two, stretching Phoenix's mouth open to an almost uncomfortable size. Miles surely didn't mean to do it, but his hips began to rock into that warm, wonderful heat involuntarily and Phoenix groaned as the dull aching of his jaw settled in. 

Unlike a human, Miles was leaking precum continuously into Phoenix's willing mouth. Just when Phoenix thought the flow would pause for even a second, another thick trickle would dribble into his mouth, forcing him to swallow around it with gusto. 

"P-Phoenix-! O-Oh god...~!" Miles slammed his fist hard against the cave wall and shook violently, "P-Phoenix, s-stop for a moment...!"

His lover pulled off with a thick pop, a long trail of precum and spit connected the two together like a chain. Phoenix pulled himself up to look at Miles, who was flushed and panting harder than he had ever seen him before. His whole body was shaking. Miles was very obviously on the cusp of an orgasm and holding himself back. 

"Miles, it's okay. You can finish" Phoenix murmured and kissed down the other's bare chest. Miles shook his head and groaned. 

"Phoenix, I...can't. Not in your mouth. There's no knowing how much of a mess I'm going to make when I achieve an orgasm like this. I don't want to erm...drench you in my seed, so to speak" He huffed in embarrassment and crossed his arms, "If you're going to continue, you need to do it with your hands and I will warn you to get out of the way" 

There was that dangerous glint in his eyes again. As if Miles had been teleported right back to his human days as a prosecutor again and was bracing himself for one of Phoenix's powerful presentations of evidence. Phoenix's eyes lit up in mischief and before Miles had a chance to safely move away from the man without accidently stepping on him, Phoenix was under his torso and sucking his large cock with vigor, fitting only the head in his mouth and jerking the rest of the shaft as if his life depended on it. 

Miles actually whinnied and stumbled with his footing in surprise. If Phoenix wasn't so caught up in the moment, he knew there would be some teasing about it somewhere. But for now at least, that beautiful mouth was occupied giving Miles the much needed pleasure he had been denied for years. 

"P-Phoenix-! Phoenix-! A-ah!" His back legs were involuntarily trembling with incredible force, his tail batted and swished aimlessly as his front legs struggled to keep him upright. Miles gripped onto the cave walls so hard the hard dirt and stone was digging painfully into his nails. 

Then Phoenix learned the slit of Miles's penis was large enough to fit his tongue inside and it was all over. 

Miles gave a bellowing moan bordering between a scream and a whinny just as Phoenix was knocked back by the sheer force of the thick spray. Despite his face and torso being covered in the warm, sticky seed, Phoenix continued to pump and even swallow as if it were liquid ambrosia. And Miles was powerless to rolling his eyes back and thrusting in, in, in to that wonderful pleasure with everything he had. 

Miles squirted once, twice, three times before the spray died down to a pathetic trickle that dangled and leaked from his cock and to the floor of the cave. His body finally gave way and he flopped to his side, gasping and shuddering through the powerful afterglow. 

Phoenix stared at his lover with wide eyes, covered head to toe in his seed. Well, time to invest in a new spare change of clothes the next time that happened. He spread out his fingers and groaned softly in lust as the cum connected his fingers together in droopy strings. Miles cracked an exhausted eye open just to witness Phoenix sucking off his seed from his fingers. Fuck. 

"You...hah....Y-you are one debauched man, Phoenix" He croaked breathlessly. Miles's cock was STILL trickling a little. 

Phoenix smirked right back at him and winked. "Is that such a bad thing? I think I really enjoyed that. You obviously did" 

Miles coughed sheepishly and looked away. "Y-yes well...I did warn you it would be...heavy"

"Now do it in my ass" 

"W-what?! Phoenix, no!" 

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"Any luck yet?" Phoenix was absentmindedly twirling a piece of seaweed between his fingers, draped over a bed of coral and rock. His tail, a deep royal blue speckled with scales of silver and white glistened under the rays of sunlight that filtered from the skies above. He was the very picture of serene and peaceful, so unlike his currently red-faced partner breathing laboriously. 

"No...stop asking. They won't magically move any faster if you continue to ask" Miles hissed through grit teeth. His hips rutted against a small opening within the rocks by the cliff.

The cliffs and the stones underneath it was home to the birthing pools. Every year in the springtime, merfolk would migrate to the birthing pools where they would lay a clutch of eggs in a safe place and fertilize ones already birthed there in the hopes of reproducing more of their kind. The process was conducted without feelings of attachment involved. The spawn that hatched from the birthing pools would either survive long enough to join a colony of merfolk and continue the cycle, or would die attempting to navigate out of the birthing pools or fall victim to capture from the humans. 

Miles arched his back and moaned in pain. Phoenix winced in sympathy.

Phoenix was a different breed of merman to Miles. While his breeding season had come and gone, he highly sympathized with Miles's struggle. He didn't need to be here with him during the laying of the eggs, but there was something undeniably...romantic about being there during the time. 

That and he wanted to stake his claim and fertilize the eggs himself. 

From a distance, Phoenix could see other merfolk birthing or fertilizing eggs across some of the pools and caves nearby. His eyes narrowed at a juvenile male that has been watching Miles since his contractions began. The other male flashed his teeth menacingly at him and went to work on coating someone's clutch of eggs with his semen. 

There were no feelings involved in this process, Phoenix reminded himself cautiously, the merfolk of the west did not create families of the spawn hatched from the eggs like his kind of the east. Miles's eyes snapped shut and his fist slammed hard against the stone, his crimson tail flailed in pain. "O-Oh...!" 

Phoenix was quick to scramble off his rock to get a better view of Miles's current progress. His cloaca was widening and closing with each shaky breath, his slick dribbled into a small pool on the rocky indent beneath. 

"Getting there now?" Phoenix breathed anxiously and looked at Miles's expression. He grimaced and rolled his hips in small little circles. 

"Y-yes I'm...ah...They're moving faster now" 

Completely ignoring the customs of Miles's upbringing, Phoenix positioned his torso right beside Miles and began to rub slow, soothing circles deep into his abdomen. "Here...c'mon Miles, you can do it" 

Other merfolk who had noticed the pair immediately hissed and snarled in disgust at the display of affection in front of them. Miles jerked away from Phoenix and moaned in pain doing so, as the motion caused a small jet of slick to squirt into the rocky opening. "P-Phoenix, stay back. You're overstepping your bounds" 

Phoenix was reluctant but ultimately backed off, returning to his rock to watch Miles as he continued. "I just...I just don't like seeing you in pain and this is so distressing to watch" Phoenix admitted sheepishly, "None of you care that you're giving birth to the future right here in these pools and you don't care whose going to breed with you I just...I just don't understand. I respect it, but I just don't understand" 

Miles gave a sympathetic smile through his pain and huffed out a breath he had been holding. "Phoenix, these waters are dangerous. It is a miracle any of us survived this long to begin with. We don't want to grieve the losses of our spawn every mating season. We've learned to detach because we have to focus on our survival above being a parent" 

He paused, glanced around for anybody who may be listening in and spoke under his breath. "This time however...I...would be flattered for you to fertilize my clutch. I don't get a choice in who I breed with every season but if I had the choice, it would be you, Phoenix. I lov-Hrghk-!" 

The crimson merman keened and pushed his cloaca as far into the hole as it would go and grunted with effort. Without stepping the social customs too far, Phoenix swam to the edge of the hole and watched in wonder as the first egg began to peek from inside Miles. 

"O-Oh...O-Oh...~!" Miles reached for something to hold and gasped when his hand met Phoenix's willing one. He squeezed on for dear life and Phoenix squeezed right back. "P-Phoenix...!" 

The first egg crowned at it's widest and plopped wetly into the pool of wet sand below. Like a string of pearls connected to one and other by a chain of slick and blood, the next egg was quick to crown and fall next to the last in the nest. Miles's eyebrows furrowed and twitched in discomfort as each egg widened him up and fell below. Their texture was almost gelatinous and transparent; within each egg Phoenix could make out some vague shapes within.  

"Phoenix...Phoenix..." Miles crooned breathlessly. Customs be damned, Miles yanked Phoenix at his side and sloppily kissed up and down his cheek. "Phoenix...hurry..." 

Needing no further instruction, Phoenix coaxed his cocks from their position above his cloaca and began to masturbate over the glistening eggs below. Miles moaned in pain as the final egg pushed his abused lips apart one last time, pausing at the widest point from the sheer size of it before dropping with it's siblings. The crimson merman collapsed against Phoenix just as the other achieved an orgasm and positioned his cocks above the eggs. 

Phoenix's cocks shot several times over the eggs, his milky white semen had a more watery consistency this time around, making it much easier to spread across all the eggs settled in the birthing pool. By the time he was finished, well over half of the eggs were fertilized with his seed. 

From the corner of his eye, Phoenix could spot the juvenile gnash his teeth at him. He had been too late. Phoenix's chest swelled with pride at the thought. 

Phoenix hadn't of noticed right away that Miles had sunken below the waves and was currently rubbing circles on his painfully stretched cloaca in exhaustion. He dove right after him and grinned sheepishly. "I counted them for you. You pushed 23 eggs out this season" 

"23...?" Miles murmured tiredly and closed his eyes, "That's three more than last season. Any more and my body would have combusted with how many I carried this year" 

Phoenix laid beside Miles and stared up at the water that filtered from above the surface. "But hey, now you don't have to worry about it for another year. And maybe uh...m-maybe you'll see some little merfolk that kinda look like me and you" 

Miles turned to his side and smirked. "Now I need to worry about your season. When are you due again....the next couple of months? I will be there to fertilize your clutch and start a family with you" Remembering the implications behind his words, Miles blushed and stammered "I-If you'll have me, that is. You're welcome to choose a mate from your distant waters or-"

"No Miles, I want you. And we're going to be amazing parents together" 

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His son, Miles, was watching you with heavy scrutiny. As if you were right there on the witness stand, bluffing your way through your testimony being picked apart by this small boy. Gregory had warned you before entering the home that Miles was a very intelligent but sensitive little boy. And while Gregory had assured you that he has spoken to his son before about the prospect of dating again after the loss of his mother...well...it seems earning the boy's trust was going to take some time yet. 

"-...And so, the dragon was found not guilty of the murder of the tyrannical king, as it was proven in the court that the cause of the blaze was deliberately lit from a match and an accelerant and NOT by a dragon's natural flames. The dragon went on to usurp the king and lead the kingdom into an era of peace and prosperity" Gregory closed the book softly, "The end" 

"But Father! Dragons can't become kings! At least, under our laws, there would need to be a democratic vote among the public to determine if the dragon was fit to lead the country firstly. And-" Miles was cut off by his father ruffling his hair. 

Gregory chuckled warmly and pulled the covers over the boy's tiny frame. "This story is from a magical kingdom, Miles. Our laws don't apply there. Now get some shut eye, son. The Evil Magistrate will send his minions to kidnap all the children who stay up late" 

Your heart swelled as Gregory kissed his son's forehead and turned off the bedside lamp. "Good night, my son" 

"Good night, Father" 

Gregory slowly closed the bedroom door behind him and met your eyes. "My apologies. My son refuses to sleep without a bedtime story and a kiss goodnight. Ah...If I had known the babysitter was going to cancel on our date night, I would have reschedule-"

Your finger pressed to his lips. He chuckled lowly and kissed the tips of them. "Ah...I'm a good father, you say? Hm. I can't say I've heard such a compliment before. I'll be honest, dating has been...a challenge. I have to consider Miles's feelings and even more so, the feelings of my partners. Being a single parent is not an ideal trait people look for in a partner. Being there for my son will always come over any date but...I'll admit it grows lonely some nights" 

Gregory opened his mouth to continue speaking but was immediately silenced when you pressed against him. His body tenses a little when you kiss him. His knees wobble so much he stumbles against the corridor wall and reaches behind him for support. Gregory's eyebrow twitches in interest as you deepen the kiss further and a low groan rumbles from his throat. "We should...continue this conversation elsewhere. Shall we?" 

Gregory cocked a small smirk and gave your ass a teasing pinch. So bold! Not that you minded. 

He led you away from the corridor and hesitated a little upon reaching his bedroom. Seemingly noticing his fear, your hand slipped into his reassuringly. He gave a timid smile and led you inside his bedroom. 

It looked neat and orderly inside, however it was very obvious Gregory needed help with dusting the place. Perhaps his work schedule didn't allow for it as often as he would have liked. Or his life raising a child for that matter. Gregory seemed to exhale a nervous breath and straightened up a little. 

"It's been so very long since I've invited anyone into my room like this. Er, you'll have to forgive me for being so bold in asking but" Oh he was leaning in. Oh you could feel his warm breath on the tip of your ear. "Was it me being so caring to my son that got you so riled up, hm?" 

Your face grew very hot all of a sudden. Gregory's eyes flashed with something predatory. 

"So debauched! Could I be sensing jealously from you? Did you want me to read you a bedtime story and tuck you into bed too? Or perhaps, you want me to be fatherly to you in some other way. Hm?" Gregory's hand was slipping under your clothing now, "Oh my, that did excite you, didn't it? Hm. I think you would look wonderful on your knees right about now" 

You obliged so fast. So fucking fast. Your hands were struggling with that damn zipper on his suit until Gregory batted them away. "Tut tut. You're very impatient, little one. If you want Daddy's cock so badly, you need to earn it first" 

He laughed deeply at the look on your face. You were so needy. The outline of his cock was pressing right up against the fine fabric of his suit, leaving very little to the imagination. From what you could see, he was very much as hung as a horse. You squirmed just thinking about it inside of you. 

Gregory sat on the edge of his bed and huffed in amusement. "Kiss my shoes and beg, my little slut" 

The noise that escaped your throat was involuntary. Gregory had absolutely no idea how attractive he really is like this. You willingly dipped down lower and kissed against the hard surface of his work shoes, moaning gently as you lavished it with kisses. 

Gregory really enjoyed the display. He rid himself of his shirt and was unbuckling his belt by the time you pulled up for air. Oh my goodness, his body was toned and yet softened at the same time. Maybe he was muscular in his high school days and age led him to be wary. He was packing a little bit of a belly but you could clearly see he wasn't overweight. It was the perfect dad bod. 

And it only got better when he shed himself of his pants and boxers. It was hard and twitching and leaking already. His cock was thick and heady, standing tall at an admirable 7 inches with several thickened veins pulsating with each excited breath he gave. Your eyes glanced a little lower at his balls, just as wonderfully large, if not a little swollen from the lack of use over the years. Fuck, you wished you could have popped one in your mouth and sucked on it until he saw stars. Gregory was a very attractive man, aged like a fine wine. 

"D-Daddy commands that you shed your clothing. Immediately. And get that ass up in the air. I'm going to fuck you and you're going to take my seed, do I make myself clear?" Oh crystal clear, sir. Crystal. 

Your clothing was swiftly removed and you scrambled onto the mattress, ass in the air as instructed. There was the sound of lube being hurriedly squirted onto the other's fingers and before you had time to ask what position you were going to go it, Gregory was fingering you ferociously. His lips connected to your neck, peppering it up and down with clumsy kisses. His fingers crooked right-there-! Your knees buckled from the force of the pleasure.

"Don't get too comfortable. I'm going to fuck you and you're going to cum on your Daddy's cock. You're going to take all of your Daddy's cum and thank him for being so generous, do you understand?" Gregory's voice was hoarse and breathless already. 

You turned around to see that his glasses had fogged up from how hard he was breathing. He sheepishly removed them and set them onto the bedside table. "Are you ready?" 

You nodded and wriggled your body closer to his. You could feel the head of his penis breach inside of you and the sudden clenching of Gregory's hands over your own. You both groaned blissfully. 

"O-Oh...Yes that's...nghohh...~" Gregory began to rock his hips inside of you and a chorus of filthy grunts serenaded each slam of his hips, "Oh you feel incredible...!" 

You slammed your hips right back against him, moaning softly as the pleasure began to build inside of you. Unlike Gregory, you had the time to masturbate or fuck more freely. It was very obvious that had been a while for the poor man. His breath came out in shuddering gasps as his hips drove faster and harder into you. 

"A-ah! Ah! Oh god-!" His hand smacked your ass so hard it left a big red mark on your skin, "Oh you're going to make Daddy cum for you, darling. Oh fuck...! You're going to take it...! Ngohh...~! Every...! Last...! Drop...! A-agh...! Fuck, I'm going to cum...-!" 

Gregory stilled and groaned low and long in your ear. You could feel him shooting his seed inside of you and with some clever movements of your hand, it was enough to get you over the finish line and cum too. His mouth opened up in a wordless gasp as you contracted around him through the high. 

Gregory pulled out and flopped next to you, fumbling for his glasses before he put them on. They were askew on his face, but the way his eyes softened when they settled on your face told you that he could see you just fine. "That was...incredible" 

You smirked at him and readjusted his glasses to fit properly. He took your hand away from his face and kissed your palm lovingly. "I wasn't too rough, was I? I apologize. I became a little carried away in my role. I think you've awakened something in me" 

He gave a soft 'oof' as you fell onto his chest and snuggled into the crook of his arm. Gregory closed his eyes with a warm and satisfied look on his face; the both of you fell victim to exhaustion and slept peacefully in each other's embrace. 

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"Father. I've decided I like your new partner now" Miles crossed his arms and puffed out his chest. 

"Oh? And what have they done to earn my son's incredibly valuable approval, hm?" Gregory took a swig of his morning coffee.

"They call you Daddy too sometimes" 

Gregory spat out his morning coffee. 

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"Fffuck.......!" Apollo plunged his calloused fingers as deep as they would go into his hole, carefully working the folds underneath his two needy cocks. But no fingers would ever be able to replace the warm, wonderful sensation of another naga's cocks inside of him. 

But no matter how many times he bellowed out his mating cry, no nearby nagas came to his aid. Nagas were very solitary creatures and were fiercely defensive of their nests, so much so that they often never left them, only leaving to hunt. But the threat of mankind was growing larger and many nagas had migrated beyond the mountains and to different areas untouched by man. 

Ugh. Apollo removed his fingers and whined pathetically in the back of his throat. He was sticky, sweaty and his hair was a mess. He didn't look presentable at all for any potential mates. Still, he took a deep breath and let out his mating call in vain. 

Dubbed 'his cords of steel' by neighboring nagas, Apollo's mating call sounded more like shouts of pain than a beautiful serenade like his brethren. It lead to him being seen as unattractive and even repulsive to potential mates, leading to so many lonely heats. 

Apollo arched his back again and cried out into the open chasm of his cave, expecting to be met with silence...but gasped in shock when another naga's cry responded. It was masculine, foreign sounding. Beautiful tones that only got closer and closer the more Apollo responded back. But why now? No nagas were ever attracted to his voice like this. 

Finally, a body slid into the cave. Oh, suddenly Apollo felt very insecure about his appearance. The other naga had a long, sleek tail decorated in scales that resembled more like a warm summer's sky than the crimson he was used to seeing. Apollo's shorter, girthier tail looked more like a giant turd in comparison. He swallowed nervously. "U-Uh..."

"Ach...so you were the one making that racket" The other naga spoke smoothly and began to coil himself around Apollo's torso, "You have a cute face, liebling. I think you'll make a fine parent to my offspring, ja?" 

Apollo flushed darkly and pressed himself closer to those gloriously slender cocks peeking out of the other's body. "Y'know, when my kind mate, we like to get to know our partner's names" 

The other naga laughed and swished his golden hair from over his shoulder. "Ah, so sorry. I am Klavier of the northern mountains. You...Your kind are so different from what I'm accustomed to. Are your kind always so short?" 

Apollo bristled and suddenly regretted accepting this naga into his nest, let alone allow him to sink his cocks into his cloaca. But...it felt so, so good. And he would be lying to himself if he said he didn't want it. But did his mate really have to be so rude? 

"W-We ah...I-I'm...built f-for hunting, mostly...ah...~" He was moving his hips in a rhythm now, "Fuck...~ K-Klavier...~! Mnn...M-My name is Ah-Ah-Apollo-!"

"Apollo..." Klavier breathed and coiled around his body tighter, his strong hands pressed the smaller naga into the nest and sank his teeth into his neck, "That is a nice name, schatz. Fuck...~ Our offspring are going to be strong and handsome if they're coming from you"

Apollo keened and arched his back, his two cocks jerked and bobbed as he squirted cum across the other's chest and scales. Klavier bit his cheek and moaned beautifully in his ear, stilling as he came deep inside of his mate. The two nagas stayed in the nest, panting breathlessly as Apollo tried to discreetly tuck himself back into his folds. "Klavier...the northern mountains are pretty damn far away last I checked. Why'd you come here?" 

A sad look suddenly danced across Klavier's eyes. "I am quite famous from where I'm from. People everywhere wanting to mate with me every season, constantly. I grew so tired of being used. I migrated here to find love. Real love" 

Apollo grimaced. "Could you get any more melodramatic?" 

Klavier smirked and playfully flicked Apollo's forehead. "I believe you'll do just fine. Liebling, I believe I've fallen hard for you already" 

The other naga smacked Klavier on the chest and looked away in embarrassment, his face was just as red as his newly found mate's scales, if not brighter. "Y-Yeah yeah. Just...Don't flick my forehead again or else I'll kick you out of the nest, pretty boy" 

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"Now Phoenix, you know I never take pleasure in doing this" Miles tutted, he paced around his boyfriend, bound to a chair completely naked save only a metal cock cage, "But punishment was necessary. Tell me, how many days has it been?" 

"A-approximately 29, sir" Phoenix was shivering from anticipation, his cock throbbed painfully against the steel of the cage. Miles hummed in fake contemplation and knelt down to eye level to Phoenix's poor dick. Since being forced to work from home, Miles controlled every aspect of how Phoenix was allowed to touch his genitals. Up until this point, Phoenix was only allowed to remove the cage when he needed the toilet or to shower and groom; supervised by Miles of course. Phoenix had no privacy, no chance to masturbate even if he wanted to. 

It took it's toll. It was growing unbearable. But Phoenix didn't want to extend the days any further. He didn't want to be made to watch porn again and feel aroused but have no way of pleasuring himself as punishment. Phoenix was Miles's compliant little lapdog for as long as his partner cruelly held onto the keys; he loved and hated it so much. 

A warm breath of air from Miles's mouth puffed on the oversensitive skin of his cock. Phoenix tried so hard not to make a reaction but failed miserably. "A-ah...~" 

"Phoenix. Do you think you deserve to cum tonight?" Miles slipped a hand into the waistband of his pants and began to stroke himself, making a show of gasping and biting his lip. Phoenix could do nothing but squirm. 

"I-I....ah...Yeah I do-" Phoenix was cut short by a slap to his balls, a sharp yell escaped his lips. 

"Where are your manners. Maybe I should extend this a little longer after all..." 

"P-please sir! Please, please, oh god please, sir..." Phoenix moaned and desperately raised his hips up closer to his lover, "Please sir, I'll do anything to cum again, sir" 

"A-anything?" Miles breathed, his hand began to speed up a little, "Ah...t-tell me about your fantasies, Phoenix. I want to know exactly what you were thinking about when I caught you jerking off without me 29 days ago" 

Phoenix shuddered harshly in his binds and nodded, his own breath was coming a little faster as he watched Miles masturbate right in front of him. His cock twitched longingly. "I-I...I was thinking of you fucking me hard into the kitchen counter, sir. I couldn't stop thinking about your cock just fucking- hah- f-fucking splitting me open and juicing my cum like an orange I-" 

Miles, although red faced and painfully aroused, gave an embarrassed laugh. "Ah...I wouldn't have used the term 'juicing like an orange' but...mm that does sound appealing" 

Phoenix swallowed thickly and glanced between his legs to his pitifully leaking and throbbing cock. The cage was growing incredibly tight now that he was aroused "Miles-...this is starting to really hurt..."

Hearing his first name prompted Miles to break out of character and swiftly remove the offending piece of metal. His eyes were glazed over with lust at the sight of Phoenix exposed and leaking and throbbing. Miles just couldn't hold himself back any longer. 

"Phoenix, Phoenix I'm cumming-" Miles warned breathily, pressing his cock against the other's and digging his fingers into the plush bottom of the chair. He pumped himself three more times before releasing with a guttural moan. Streak by thickened streak, cum splattered across Phoenix's own hard cock and abdomen. 

Phoenix whined and bucked his hips helplessly, hoping to rub himself against Miles's cock as he orgasmed but gave up when it didn't achieve the pleasurable results he had hoped. 

"I'll...ask again..." Miles panted, "Do you deserve to cum, Phoenix?" 

Phoenix could only answer in a pathetic little whine. He nodded where words failed him. Miles put a hand on Phoenix's cock and pumped twice. At last, at long last, Phoenix was hurtling towards the climax, powerless to stop himself from tipping over the edge with each wonderful motion of Miles's hand....until Miles took it away. 

"OhgodMilespleasegodputitbackpleasePLEASE-" Phoenix bucked and threw his head back in an agonized wail as his cum shot over his body in thick ropes, but his penis only tingled with a fraction of the pleasure he craved so much. By the end of it, Phoenix was still rocking his hips in tiny circles to stimulate himself somehow; any way at all to feel a shred of satisfaction from the ruined orgasm even if he knew deep down it was fruitless. 

As he did so, Miles occupied himself with cleaning his own mess with a damp towel before attending to Phoenix. Even the touch of the wet towel was enough to get him to buck desperately into it like a wild animal. When he had finished the clean up, Phoenix was sniffling miserably at the loss. 

Miles frowned and picked up the cock cage once more. "Clearly you've forgotten how to behave like a man; I was far too generous to you tonight. Another week or so should do it..." 

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"Mmn-! Mm-mm~!" Gregory arched his back so hard you swore it would snap in half. He was always so sensitive to the milking sessions. So reluctant to participate. Most of the males were quite willing to let the machine work on them for an hour or two. Gregory was a special case. 

He had to be drugged and tied to a bench in order to properly milk him. The man would always put up such a fight. But if you let Gregory just have his way, he would breed with the females and you would have a serious calf problem on your hands. Your paddocks and stable only had enough room for a few cow-hybrids as it was. 

You frowned and knelt to examine the suction of the machine on his cock. It was a fleshlight modified to fit snugly on a hybrid's penis; it was powered by a generator that would periodically squeeze and rub ever so often to simulate a mate's vagina for the sole purpose of collecting sperm. Gregory was a very paternal hybrid, you noted to yourself, he wanted nothing more than to settle down with a mate and breed with one. 

But his desire every season made him all the more perfect for milking! The more he produced, the greater the profit. And this hybrid had a very impressive set of testicles swinging between his legs. Gregory was your most profitable hybrid every year. You had been fattening him up with nurient rich foods so he would produce the best sperm to sell to breeders. His physique and sperm had won several awards over the years. You weren't going to give that up so soon. 

"Mnrgh~!" Gregory thrashed and bucked violently in his restraints as your hand gently squeezed the sensitive flesh of his scrotum. They were still so swollen with seed. It was becoming increasingly obvious that the hybrid was attempting to endure the milking for as long as he could so he could breed with one of the females later. 

But you knew your livestock and their behaviors. Gregory was a smart hybrid, but you were smarter. 

Gregory's eyes seemed to widen in panic when he recognized a small bottle being pulled from the inside of your toolkit. An arousal simulant. He was trying to jerk himself away, jostling the milking machine in his attempt at escaping. His body strength was impressive! Maybe someday in the future, you would let him breed to pass on some of those impressive genes. But not today. 

You unscrewed the top of the bottle and held it directly under his nose, making sure he got a good lungful of the simulant. It was the collected juice from a hybrid deep in heat. There was no way Gregory wouldn't be aroused by that. And predictably so, he stopped in his fighting and began to comply, rocking his hips into the machine. 

"A-ah...ah......a-ah...!" Gregory was babbling and groaning with each thrust forward, the thick metal bell around his neck jangling with each thrust. He was so high from the pheromones he really thought he was fucking another hybrid. Poor thing. 

You knelt down and returned to squeezing and rubbing his swollen balls, grinning to yourself as they finally began to retract. Your strongest male was getting closer. Hair totally ruined, his eyes were clouded over in pure lust and adoration for his 'mate', each thrust into the machine meeting with a plapping sound as his balls swung like a pendulum. Gregory's voice broke in an agonized moan. Here it comes....

You gave his balls multiple squeezes as he emptied himself into the machine, keeping a close eye on the bottle it was all being collected in. Ah yes, that was an impressive amount and it seemed to keep on growing. 

Gregory's thrusts slowed down completely but the machine all but continued to suck him dry. Now that he had cum, the muscles squeezing it all back had been loosened too much to hold back anymore. All he could do now is stay restrained on the bench and wait for his balls to be completely emptied. Gregory seemed to realize this himself, his head hanging low in disappointment. Another season without the chance to produce a calf of his own. 

But another season to count the incredible profits made from his sacrifice. You scratched behind his tagged ear with false sympathy. Maybe next time. 

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Apollo's breathing came shallow and shaky; his hand worked up and down his shaft underneath his work desk. Athena was sick for the day; Mr. Wright was running errands. And Apollo in all honesty, was procrastinating on this case; he knew he shouldn't but when Mr. Wright paid such a shit wage, Apollo supposed he could get away with a LITTLE debauchery in his spare time. And doing it in the totally empty office space gave him a sick thrill. 

He cupped his groin and began to grind into it, his headphones blaring the porn currently on his screen: a gay pornography video of a younger Klavier Gavin in his earlier rockstar days. Fuck...when his eyes rolled back and he made that face, it made Apollo twinge with want. His hands were starting to tremble with effort. Apollo was so, so close. 

And then the door swung open and his boss walked right in. 

Apollo gave an embarrassed squawk and jerked his hands away from his crotch, but the headphone cord got stuck on his arm in the process and yanked the headphone jack from his laptop. Klavier Gavin's rich moans immediately filled the room and Phoenix's eyebrows nearly shot to the roof. 

"M-M-Mr.Wright....! Y-You're ah-" Apollo scrambled to pause the video, cover his privates and close his laptop, but ended up just scrabbling to hide himself WITH his open, moaning laptop instead.

Phoenix Wright said nothing. Breathing harshly through his nostrils, he marched right up to Apollo's desk and yanked the laptop right from his hands and squinted at the screen. Oh god, Mr. Wright was going to kill him. Or fire him. Or castrate him. Or worse. 

"Really now, Polly. This is the stuff you get off to?" Phoenix smirked and looked Apollo dead in the eyes, before his gaze lowered to where his hands were currently shielding his sex. "C'mon, remove your hands. I wanna see how hard you are" 

Apollo naturally hesitated. He swallowed thickly and squirmed in his chair. "I-I don't think I can do that, Mr. Wright s-sir..." 

"Oh but you can jerk it off in my office, can you? Where's all that bravado gone now, hm? I think you can show me, Apollo" Phoenix's eyes glinted, "Or, do you want to be arrested for indecent exposure on the job?" 

Shit. Apollo's entire face went from bright red to as pale as a ghost. If he was fired like this, it would remain on his perfect record forever. Job agencies far and wide would forever know him as Apollo Justice: Perverted Attorney at Law! But if he obeyed, maybe Phoenix would let it slide and let him keep his job? 

Apollo weighed his options before finally relenting with a sigh. "Okay but...don't laugh, okay?" 

There was a stifled snicker from Phoenix. And then a howling laugh. Apollo covered his face in mortification. 

"No wonder your voice gets so high pitched! Polly, what IS that?" Phoenix flicked his tiny penis, exposed for him to see. A proud four inches twitched in embarrassment, physically pulled down from the weight of Apollo's admittedly average sized balls. "Did you soften up on me?" 

Apollo really wished he could say that he had shrunken a little due to nerves. But...

"Mr. Wright, M-Mr. Phoenix Wright, sir. I-I'm so sorry for masturbating on company time and in your office. I-I'll...I'll pack my things right now and move away! Please just don't say anything about any of this, I'm begging you-" Apollo's eyes were starting to glisten with humiliated tears, "I-I'm so lonely a-and I-" 

And now he was blubbering like a baby. Phoenix's smirk died a little and at last, he set the laptop down on the table again. "Hey, it's okay Apollo. I won't fire you. I won't tell a soul that you defiled my office or that you've got a s-small-" Phoenix paused to breathe back a snicker, "Penis. But I'm not letting you get off scot-free either. I want you to put your hands back on that cock of yours and get right back to jerking it" 

"What?!" Apollo's eyes widened in horror. Phoenix only shrugged. 

"What do you mean, what? I wanna see how you rub one out. Do you just use your fingers to do it or is there enough there to wrap your hand around it?" Phoenix began to unzip his fly and tugged his own from his boxers. Apollo was immediately jealous. 

Phoenix Wright was not only an impressive lawyer, but likely an impressive lover too. And he knew it, the bastard. Phoenix could tell Apollo was looking at it with awe and huffed proudly. "Yeah, take a good long look at it, Polly. You see this? This dick is nine long. thick. inches. That you'll never have. Now show me how you jerk your cocklet and I'll show you how a man handles a shaft properly" 

Apollo whimpered and tearfully gripped his cock. He hated how...accurate Mr. Wright was about using his fingers to jerk himself. His cock was so small and thin that he couldn't really close his fist around it properly. Gently rubbing his thumb and forefingers over it's miniscule length, Apollo's breathing quickened as Phoenix pressed play on his laptop and the porn started up again. 

"Fuck...Apollo, if I had known this was the manpower behind my lawyering firm, I would've hired someone else. But you're a special case. Because you helped cover my ass earlier. Athena is an exceptional woman; she's already proven herself. Maybe...you're actually a woman?" Phoenix growled low and husky in his ear, "C'mon, keep rubbing it like that. Fuck...I've never seen one so small before. I could probably fit the whole thing in mouth and not even gag" 

Apollo arched in his chair with a whiny moan and Phoenix all but chuckled. "Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you? Yeah, tough break. You're not gonna get it. Ugh, stop touching yourself. This is embarrassing" 

Just barely on the cusp of an orgasm, Apollo was panting harshly as Phoenix scrutinized every angle of his body. All he could do is whimper as Phoenix reached down and retracted Apollo's foreskin. "You've barely got a foreskin there. Are you circumsized?" 

"N...N...No Sir- Sir please I-" Apollo bit back a loud moan, "I-I'm so close. Can I-?" 

"No. I'm gonna jerk you off properly and you're going to thank me, pull up your pants and get out of my office with a weeks suspension" Phoenix snarled gruffly and pressed Apollo into the chair. Lining their dicks up, Phoenix pulled his own foreskin over his cockhead and over Apollo's. Apollo gasped sharply at the warm sensation and squeezed his eyes shut. 

"You feel that, Apollo? Yeah, that's me. That's ALL of me, covering nearly all of this pathetic-" Thrust, "-fucking" thrust, "Cocklet. Fuuuuck-! I bet this is the closest you'll ever get to being inside someone, huh? You're all balls and no dick. What's the point of that?" Phoenix was panting harshly, rubbing both their cocks together. Apollo squirmed and moaned pathetically.

"Mr. Wright-!" He squeaked. Just like that, Phoenix pulled away to watch Apollo's dick twitch with each little spurt of semen. Apollo's wrists attempted to touch his dick to feel more but were held firmly in place by Phoenix's hands. He bucked his hips pathetically and moaned in anguish as Phoenix let him go and finished himself off, coming with thick ropes over Apollo's well pressed vest and shirt and all over his weeping cock. 

"Hah...hah....Now that...is how a man is supposed to cum. Not like that pathetic little water pistol display you showed earlier" Phoenix chuckled breathlessly and pat Apollo on the back, "I meant everything I said, by the way. You're taking a week's leave of absence to think about what you've done today. I would have fired you right there on the spot if I didn't already have faith in your abilities, Apollo. When you come back into the office, I want to see your hands on your desk at all times. Do I make myself clear?" 

"Y-Yes sir" 

"Good boy. Don't jerk off in my office again"

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Miles Edgeworth was born a human and bitten by his father in a coming of age ritual. The entire Edgeworth bloodline consisted of well-meaning vampires who excelled in the courtroom for their supernatural ability to tell when a witness was lying from the sheer smell of their blood. For centuries, the only thing that could stop the Edgeworth bloodline were hunters- ignorant humans who believed they were sent from the depths of hell to stuck dry every human they came across. Or disgruntled clients who didn't get the verdict they wanted. 

By the twenty first century, Miles Edgeworth was the last of his clan and remained hidden in the shadows. He did not leave his home beyond work unless to feed and even then, he did so by offering monetary incentives to his victims so the trade off was fair. He had developed a network of blood donors to feed his hunger for fresh human blood and for a while, everything was perfect. 

No fangs needed to be bared. Miles didn't want to frighten his donors. He withdrew the blood with sterile needles, stored it in medical bags and paid cash in hand. It was quick, efficient and admittedly, kind of disturbing to see just what lengths humans would go through for money. His donors wouldn't return until months later when they struggled to pay a bill or needed money for car repairs. Miles was okay with the lack of connection.

That is until he met Phoenix Wright. 

Poor Phoenix Wright, a poor college student with loans to pay. At first, it was a mutual agreement: a pint of Phoenix's blood every fortnight or so in exchange for money for college. Miles felt bad the first time the poor boy visited his manor- He had dressed up his arm in numbing cream from a chemist, shaking like a leaf and squeezing his eyes shut through his frightened tears. The exchange was usually very quick but Phoenix would babble on and on about his life as an art student, his girlfriend, his ambitions. Ugh. 

But....as years grew on...his visits became more frequent. So frequent in fact, that Phoenix would often wake up in Miles's arms having passed out from blood loss. Sometimes he would show up on his doorstep with flowers. His attire went from an ugly pink sweater to something more casual, his hands would brush against Miles's own as he said goodbye. 

His lips...on his own...his tongue would trace his fangs. The day Phoenix confessed his feelings for Miles, was also the day Miles swore he felt his cold heart twinge with the stirrings of love. 

Yes...love. And to a human no less. Miles was madly in love with Phoenix, his 'customer', his prey. And Phoenix loved him right back. 

Many a year had passed. And while Miles's lack of reflection in the mirror didn't show much about his unchanging age, Phoenix had grown into a handsome young man. He was beautiful; the smell of his blood was intoxicating, like a drug Miles couldn't have. 

It was forbidden to drink from Phoenix. A sacred boundary he couldn't cross in their relationship. Even when Miles was at his worst, feral and out of control, Phoenix's flesh would never be pierced by Miles's fangs. They both knew exactly what would happen if Miles bit Phoenix in the neck. His venom would kick in and Phoenix would die and be reborn a vampire. But such a transformation needed the legal consent of the victim, in paper, to avoid a horrible court battle. Vampires were already stigmatized enough as it is. 

And not only was the transformation a huge deal for the victim.....it was also a highly intimate and pleasurable experience for the vampire in question. 

God, just how many times had Miles masturbated to the thought of plunging his fangs into his lovers neck? Greedily swallowing globs of Phoenix's blood and infecting him with his venom? Miles has had to hold himself back from just...giving into his desire and drinking Phoenix down. His neck was always so close to his mouth when they were intimate together. So, so close. 

Miles's hands trembled as he read over the document again. This could not be real. 

"Y-you...You consent....?" Both the vampires lions and venom glands stirred at that, "Phoenix, when did you sign this? Who were your witnesses?"

Phoenix shrugged with a breathless sigh, "Franziska and Maya. Y'know, I've been putting a lot of thought into it and...I really don't like the thought of growing old. Or knowing that I'd leave you behind after I died. You've been alive for....how long?" 

"Since at least 1910" That was a lie. Miles knew damn sure Phoenix wasn't ready to learn that he had been alive for well beyond a century. 

"Exactly! You've seen wars, Miles. You've seen mobile phones and the internet come into existence and-" Phoenix ran a hand through his hair, "It must've been so lonely" 

Miles shrugged and looked away. "You learn to move on from loss. You distance yourself from the human world and focus only on your own survival. However, I...will admit that meeting you has made it conflicting to keep on living knowing someday you'll die" 

Phoenix's eyes widened in shock and his mouth opened before Miles pressed his finger against his lips. "Phoenix, when you would die, I had made an arrangement with Franziska. She would shoot me in the heart with a silver bullet. It's a much faster and less barbaric way of dying than a stake through the heart like the human's earlier methods. Naturally, I would bid my farewells to whomever I associated with at that period of time, be put to sleep and then put to a painless death" 

"You could never understand what it's like to live forever. How...utterly devastating it is to be open and vulnerable to another mortal being only to learn they'll die and they rejected your proposal to be transformed. I've met and married so many humans like yourself, Wright. I've buried so, so many of my loves. Each and every one never accepted me for who I am unless it benefited them somehow."

"I never wanted to fall in love ever again. But you were persistent. I didn't want to ask you for this....this curse after so many rejections. I wanted to end my existence after you because I've witnessed too many centuries and after you, my life would no longer have meaning" The vampire smiled ever so slightly and gave Phoenix a look of pure, unrestrained love. 

"Phoenix Wright I-" Miles didn't realize he was crying until Phoenix's warm hand cupped his cheek, "I'm madly in love with you. And when your life ends, I swear it, I will join you."

"Miles..." Phoenix breathed, "I'm yours...I'm yours now..." 

Not even the delicate balance of the universe could pull Miles away from Phoenix's lips in that moment. He kissed feverishly, moaning into Phoenix's sweet mouth as Phoenix growled into his own. Miles was vaguely aware of Phoenix's hands viciously ripping off his suit. Did a button fly off just now? He couldn't care. Not when his icy cold hands were gently guided to Phoenix's strong jugular, warm and throbbing beneath his fingertips. 

Miles pulled away from Phoenix's mouth, drunkenly transfixed on the sensation of blood pulsing under his fingers. His blood smelled absolutely divine and the skin hadn't of even broken yet! It was all sealed away underneath the warm flush of skin. Miles's fangs were extending already. He salivated over Phoenix's neck like it was a piece of meat made to be devoured. 

"P-Phoenix I..." Hesitant, shaky "Are you absolutely certain that this is what you want? Once I begin I...I-I don't know if I can stop. To bite another is...a very pleasurable and intimate experience for us. This is my first time biting another human. I don't know what to expect" 

Phoenix removed his own shirt and tugged off his pants and boxers. Miles was glad to know he wasn't the only one helplessly aroused by the idea. "Miles. I know how long you've wanted this. And I want this too. I love you. I love being alive and helping others around me. And I can't imagine a future without you in it. I want this, Miles. I really do" 

The vampire shed his clothes off and folded them neatly on the side of the bed. Despite having control slowly begin to slip from his fingers, Miles still had the mental capacity to care about folding his clothes at least. "P-Phoenix...Nrgh...I-I..." Miles's eyes were flashing between his usual, grey-blue to a predatory shade of red. His fangs that had retracted slightly were now extending beyond his control. 

Phoenix slid himself into the predator's lap willingly, opening up his legs for better access and tilted his head slightly. Miles moaned from the gesture alone, his hands clamped on either side of Phoenix's body and dug in tight. "I'm...Ah o-oh god...P-Phoenix, fuck...can I...? M-may I...?" Miles was breathlessly lapping his tongue over the warm skin, groaning softly every time he felt a heartbeat. 

"Yeah...go on, Miles. Do it" Phoenix whispered shakily. He was scared. Petrified, even. Gone were the days of being scared of the pain. Miles was the love of his life, both the beginning and the end. "Take it, Miles. Don't hold back" 

Miles's breathing had gone ragged already. He nodded nervously and opened his mouth against Phoenix's flesh. 

Despite feeling the very tips of Miles's fangs gently poke the first layers of skin, Phoenix braced himself for a bite that wasn't happening just yet. Miles was shaking, sobbing and moaning against Phoenix's back. And Phoenix was powerless against sobbing alongside him, joyous tears as Miles's fangs just barely scratched the skin. Sensing that Miles was overwhelmed from the sensation and weight of his decision whether to literally take his lover's life, Phoenix's arm reached behind him and gently pushed the back of Miles's head closer. 

Miles initially made a distressed sound and shuddered. That was until the first taste of blood hit his tongue. Gone was a hesitant and loving vampire. His eyes redder than blood, those fangs that had to be gently coaxed into his lover's neck abruptly clamped down so hard it touched the bone of Phoenix's shoulder. Predator. Prey. Any evidence of there being a shred of love in Miles's eyes was replaced with drunken ecstasy, rolled nearly all the way back until only whites could be seen. He moaned and bucked against Phoenix's back as he greedily swallowed down his blood, it trickled and poured down both their torsos, filling the room with the intoxicating smell. The pleasure was beyond anything Miles had ever experienced in his life. No orgasm could compare. 

Phoenix had frozen in shock when the pain settled in and the fangs deepened into his neck. His human instincts begged for Phoenix to scream and run away. He was vaguely aware of Miles's fangs leaving his neck and a pair of hands fumbling to turn him around to face his killer. Ah...Miles...was crying and kissing up and down his arm. 

"...oenix! Phoenix oh god, my love, please, please tell me you're alright-" Miles's mouth and chest was stained red with blood, his arms cradled Phoenix's body, "Phoenix, Phoenix...god I...-" 

Miles made a weak sound in his throat as Phoenix's shaking hand touched his own. "....Miles...." 

"Phoenix...~ You're safe. You're going to be alright. Just...let it happen. I will be here, my love" Miles took a hefty bite from his own wrist and thrust it against Phoenix's cold lips, "Drink. Please drink from me, my love. You m-must...- Yes, yes that's it, that's it Phoenix" 

Phoenix moaned in agony as his chest began to burn. His blood was pulsing in an irregular rhythm, trying to desperately cling to life as his organs shut down one by one. Phoenix began kicking his legs aimlessly and blindly gulped down the blood offered. It was all he knew in that moment. Miles. Blood. Death and ecstasy. He arched into Miles and sobbed graciously as he drank the sweet metallic elixir of death.

Then Phoenix choked on a mouthful of blood. His eyes widened in horror and his body went rigid. Phoenix's heart had stopped. His lifeless eyes stared up at his killer, his lover, and grew soft, the last of his living tears shed at last. 

Miles watched as Phoenix crumpled in his arms, lifeless and kissed his cold lips passionately. In the chaos of his transformation, Phoenix had lost control of his bladder, leaving a large mess of urine on the bed. His erection had flagged. For a moment, Miles was beginning to panic. Did the venom not work? Had he drained Phoenix dry? 

Then Phoenix's body stirred in his arms, his eyes were glazed over with lust. "Miles...Wow, I'm so glad I only have to do that once" 

Miles laughed breathlessly, practically wheezing with relief. Thank god. "P-Phoenix...how do you feel? Are you-" 

"Fuck me, Miles. Right now" Ah. Straight to the point then. Miles needed no further invitation, growling into a fiery kiss. His blood-drunken erection had grown a little soft in the face of thinking he had killed his lover, but was very quick to stand to attention when he saw the deep marks he left in Phoenix's neck. 

"Yes Phoenix...God, yes I will" Miles moaned hoarsely and scrabbled blindly for the lube on their bedside table. The moment his hands made purchase with the offending bottle, Miles almost threw it from his hands uncapping it and drizzling it over his cock and Phoenix's willing hole. It was rushed, filthy and without care; Phoenix was incoherant with blood-induced lust by the time Miles finally pushed his own erection in. Both men arched in pleasure and vocalized their pleasure. 

"Miles, Miles, Miles-! O-oh god, Miles...!" Phoenix sobbed from underneath his lover. Without an invitation at all, Phoenix rolled over and clamped his fangs into Miles's neck as his lover thrusted into his body with wild abandon, both men were so overwhelmed they nearly fell off the bed from the reckless thrusting of Miles's love making until Phoenix held them both onto the edge. 

"P-Phoenix! Yes, yes! D-drink-! Mnm, fuck-! D-Drink all of me! Take every last drop of my blood~!" Miles was gasping through his moans, "O-Oh god, Phoenix, I'm not going to last- Ffffuck~! Fuck, Phoenix-! I love you, I love you, I love you I-I love-!" 

Phoenix clamped both his fangs and legs around Miles, whose beautifully loud scream of ecstasy trailed off into a shuddering gasp when blood loss and overstimulation took over and caused his body to slump over onto Phoenix's. Fucked out cold. Not that Phoenix minded, a few hurried strokes of his hand and the newly transformed vampire joined him, the ecstasy far beyond what he had experienced as a human. While he didn't pass out like his lover had, Phoenix was powerless to resist the wave of exhaustion that plagued his body and forced him to sleep. 

When Phoenix came to, the room no longer smelled of blood, sweat, cum and urine. The sheets were fresh and the lumpy mattress he was under was somehow soft and plush. He stirred to the sound of liquid from a teapot filling a fine china cup. "Mmn....Miles....?" 

"Phoenix...~ Welcome back" Miles murmured lovingly. His hands were gently running through his hair, "Gently now, do not spill it on our new mattress...drink" 

Phoenix opened his bleary eyes and drank from the teacup pressed against his lips. Blood. But not from Miles. It smelled and even tasted familiar though. But Phoenix couldn't describe exactly how.

"....Larry....?" Miles chuckled warmly and nodded. Phoenix just blinked tiredly and continued to drink. 

"He is a good friend to us. He's been one of my blood donors for many years. And now, you know what he tastes like" Miles took a cup of his own, breathed it in and out almost exaggeratedly, "You'll find most humans have their own flavors to them. With a little bit of tea mixed in....Larry does make a fine cup in the morning" 

"Ugh...don't put it like that" Phoenix groaned and gently punched Miles in the arm with a small grin, "You make it sound like you've sucked his dick" 

"The only dick I'll be sucking is yours, Phoenix. For all eternity. That, I can promise you" Miles smirked and kissed Phoenix on the cheek, "...I love you, Phoenix. I-I...I love you so, so much" 

"I love you too Miles, forever" 

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It was always up to Apollo to be on cleaning duty after the church activities on Sunday. Father Wright would finish his sermons, the church goers would leave and the keys would be tossed in Apollo's general direction whether he was ready to catch them or not. Not that Apollo minded to much, an empty church was perfect for practicing his hymns for the next choir practice meet. 

Apollo's wonderful singing voice was a gift from god himself, Father Wright would compliment. But Apollo knew that realistically, his 'Chords of Steel' came from years of practice and diligent worship. Such diligent worship that he never participated in the joys of the flesh. Not by the hands of a man or a woman and certainly not alone. Apollo had confessed many a time to his lord every time he had woken from a sinful dream and repented through prayer and hard work. 

His years of chastity had strengthened his resolve....or so he had thought. As if the crosses and stained glass did nothing to deter it, an incubus had materialized into the hall. Just as tantalizing as the legends say, the demon took shape in the smoke as a lean bodied man with golden hair, two large horns twisting up from it's head like a beacon to summon the devil in this very church. 

Apollo yelled and swung his mop at the incubus. "Begone, demon! You don't belong in this world! Back to the depths of whence you came!"

"Ach, they're still trying to use that spell on us. Hmph, you humans really aught to rewrite your precious little bibles every once and a while" The incubus swung his hair around his shoulders and deliberately sat on Father Wright's podium with a huff, "Oh wait. Your 'Old Testaments' this and 'New Testaments' that. And yet, I'm still here, because you summoned me" 

"As if I would summon you! You...You...!" Apollo stamped his foot in a frustrated huff and jabbed the incubus with the wet end of his mop, "You sinful creature!" 

"I think you call can me 'Klavier' from now on, ja? It has a better ring to it than 'demon' or 'creature'" 'Klavier' spread his legs and made a long, low moan, "Oh and, I would agree that you didn't summon me, if you weren't such a filthy boy. Mn~ Ja, Apollo, I know deep down in that pure little heart of yours, you're not a holy man, are you? You aren't because an incubus only appears to virginal young men who haven't found release"

"Virginal young men....who you then lead down a dark path straight into the devils clutches!" Apollo snarled and charged at Klavier. For a brief moment when it looked like the mop was actually going to injure Klavier, the demon's eyes flashed with something predatory. Before Apollo even had a chance to escape, Klavier had him pinned against the podium in an inhuman grip. Apollo made a distressed sound and began to struggle, but resistance was futile. 

"Grk....let...me....go!" 

"Relax, pretty Polly. Stop resisting. There's nothing wrong with giving in. Sexual pleasure is good and fun and healthy for you. Don't you want to feel good, Apollo?" Klavier breathed against the shell of Apollo's ear, causing the other to shudder horribly. Oh no, his slacks were beginning to feel awfully tight. Curse that demon and curse himself for feeling aroused! 

Klavier seemed to notice too, his lips twitched into a smirk. "Oh...Oh schatz, what do we have here?" 

"D-D-Don't- Ah...D-don't touch it..." Apollo wheezed and bit his lip as hard as he could, hoping the pain would distract him from the hardness rising in his uniform. His perfect choir boy uniform singing the lord's praises was getting strained by his sinful desires. Klavier clicked his tongue and kissed Apollo's sensitive neck, causing the other to let out a moan that he stifled all too late. 

"O-Oh please forgive me lord, I-I couldn't help it I-" Apollo moaned harshly again and jerked as one of Klavier's hands reached down and began to palm his cock through his uniform. Years of chastity made it oh so tingly and sensitive from a few touches alone. Apollo gasped sharply and arched his back into Klavier. "O-Oh~! O-Oh god...O-Oh- Ah- F-Forgive me, my lord for using your name in v-v-v-vain...! Ahn~!" 

Apollo didn't know when Klavier had moved in front of him or when his pants had been unbuttoned, but all rational thought flew out of the window when that incubus took his cock out of his slacks. Open, exposed. Apollo was physically shaking with need, panting against the very same podium Father Wright would deliver his sermons. 

"Oh look at you..." Klavier breathed, his face was inches away from Apollo's twitching cock, "You've never touched yourself, Apollo? Mn...such a shame. You're so beautiful, schatz. This pretty little cock of yours was made to be in my mouth and sucked for all it's worth. I'm going to suck you dry, pretty Polly. I'm going to bring you to the heights of ecstasy you've been denied for years and make you feel like a man" 

The incubus's eyes flicked from Apollo's cock to the man in question, who was already panting feverishly. "Y-Yeah...Yeah you...hah...Y-You can do that" Apollo's voice cracked a little, "Please...I-I want-" 

Klavier didn't let the choir boy finish his sentence before diving right in and greedily sucking his cock. Klavier had the added advantage of having a thin, snake like tongue that coiled around Apollo's cock and tickled the slit, causing Apollo to shout in bliss and dig his nails deep into the wood of the podium. "A-Ahn~!" 

Apollo's sweaty, shaking hands gripped onto Klavier's hair like a vice. "Klavier~! O-Oh Klavier~! Please~! I-I feel...! I-I feel-!" 

Klavier pulled away from Apollo's cock with a wet pop that echoed through the church hall and smirked. Apollo whined and bucked his hips aimlessly, attempting to chase the sensation he didn't quite have a name for yet. "My name sounds so nice from your lips, schatz. You're getting close, ja? Do you want me to show you how I can make you feel better?" 

Apollo breathlessly nodded, opening his legs like a hooker and balancing himself on the wood of the podium. A bible came tumbling to the floor with a dull thump to make room for Apollo's overstimulated body. "Klavier please I- I-I'm a virgin...I think I know what's supposed to happen here but...we're men a-and...-" 

Klavier gave a warm, genuine chuckle and stuck a finger into his own mouth, giving Apollo a show of slowly swirling his tongue around the digit before pulling away again. "Gender and biology doesn't matter. What matters...is showing you everything you've missed. Poor boy" 

Apollo all but tensed up as the demon slowly slid the first finger in. He was being probed and breached by the offending digit which seemingly wiggled with no purpose until it brushed something that made his eyes roll back and his cock jerk. "Ah...That's it. Good boy"

Klavier began to move the finger in and out, hitting that wonderful spot that made Apollo squirm helplessly. Before adding a second digit and grinning as Apollo's cock twitched and dribbled with precum. And all Apollo could do was take it, each thrust against his prostate made his eyes light up with stars. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more, Klavier added a third finger and spread him open nice and slow, making sure there was little resistance to the intrusion. 

"Apollo...~ I'm going to fuck you now. Nice and slow like you deserve~" Klavier breathed in Apollo's ears, the latter of the two groaning and arching his hips up wantonly. God, if Father Wright could see his behavior now...

Klavier pushed in with a sultry moan that went straight to Apollo's cock. And Apollo's vocal cords used to sing prayers in chorus erupted in a wail of ecstasy as he was widened and stretched around that magnificent cock. But then it got even better: Klavier began to thrust in a slow but steady rhythm, making sure Apollo could feel every thick vein on his cock drag through his sensitive walls with each movement in and out of his body. 

Apollo gasped sharply and arched his back into Klavier's embrace. "Kla-K-K-K-Klavi-O-Oh my-!" 

"Mm, that's it liebling. It feels so good, doesn't it?" Klavier purred and nipped Apollo's ear, "Don't hold back now. Give everything to me now~" 

Apollo's grip on the wooden podium in front of him was so tight the wood was cracking and giving him splinters. Klavier's thrusts sped up, the demon's wanton groans and moans turned something more feral: snarling and growling as he thrust harder and harder. Apollo's cock was slapping against his stomach with each powerful thrust; one of his shaking hands lowered down to finally touch himself, the sensation causing him to tense up all at once. 

"Klavier~! O-OH~!" Apollo's jaw went slack and immediately he seized up. As if his whole body erupted into flames, Apollo was powerless to resist the overwhelming sensations of pleasure that shot right out of his cock and reverberated through his body and in his bones. He screamed in ecstasy and thrust back against Klavier in wild abandon. "KLAVIER~! YES-! AGH~!" 

Klavier crooned in Apollo's ear, low and deep before pulling out completely. Had...had he cum inside? Apollo was far too blissed out to notice, or care, as Klavier placed a gentle hand on his chest and smirked darkly at him. 

"Hm. Not bad, liebling. I'll bet you've done your homework on incubi now, haven't you?" Klavier hummed and gently stroked Apollo's cheek, "Normally, this is the part where I take your soul away in exchange for my services and you spend eternity in hell as my personal slave for all time. But....I think I will spare you. Because you're pretty. And soulless slaves aren't nearly as cute or endearing as living, breathing humans" 

Apollo trembled weakly and nodded. His soul was safe...for now. But was it even worth keeping it after everything he had done in this church tonight? "When can I see you again?" 

Klavier laughed earnestly and kissed Apollo's cheek. "Just think of me when you get lonely and whisper my name. I'll be there to make you feel all better" 

Despite being completely naked, covered in his own cum and the cum of a demon dripping down his thighs, Apollo still had the modesty to blush. He sheepishly took the demon's hands in his own and kissed them. "I'll see you then" 

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The wait was unbearable. Although logically, Miles was certain nobody else had followed him into the deep caves, he still felt like a sitting duck. Mating with a mermaid from the distant Eastern colonies right now was...a difficult affair. But he and Phoenix's love spanned longer than any political war. And his abdomen swollen with eggs was proof. 

Ah how could he forget that beautiful night in this very cave? Not a soul followed them in or witnessed their lovemaking under the moonlit sky. Phoenix passionately nipping at his gills and holding him in an embrace as each foreign egg was deposited into his cloaca. Phoenix had pumped his clutch to the point of bursting. And for several months, Miles had been hiding here, nursing Phoenix's clutch. He relied solely on Phoenix to gather food and protect the den from opportunistic invaders. 

Together, they built a nest of coral and seaweed to welcome the arrival of the clutch. It was tradition to do so from the distant waters Phoenix was from and Miles wasn't going to deny him the right to do it. 

Miles gave a long, pained groan that trailed into a hiss. He was so large that he couldn't swim anywhere even if he wanted to. Defenseless, vulnerable...and ready to give birth to their offspring at last. He absently rubbed over his slit, lubricated with slick that floated to the waters surface as it left his cloaca. With each deep, slow breath, he could feel the eggs shift inside of him. "Phoenix...."

Phoenix had been hunting but a few hours ago. Finally arriving at his mate's side, he feverishly kissed his partner and dropped some fish at the foot of the den. "I'm here...I'm here..." Phoenix murmured and rewarded his patience with another kiss, "Is it time?" 

The other merman could only nod, his voice stolen from his throat when a painful contraction tore through his body. He mindlessly grabbed the closest thing to him: Phoenix's arm and arched his back. "Phoenix...!" 

Phoenix gripped Miles's hand in his own and gently coaxed his lover to roll on his stomach, towards an indent in their nest. "Yeah that's it...let gravity do some of the work for you" Phoenix breathed and slid his hands down Miles's hipbones, "Are you ready to push?" 

"I-I don't know" Miles confessed honestly. These eggs were nothing like the infertile ones he was used to passing. They were three times larger, nowhere near like his usual pearl sized ones. It was like he was giving birth to the pearl AND the clam it came with. It was agonizing. "I'm going to try. We- O-Ohhhh....W-we can't let anybody find us...Phoenix, you know what you need to do" 

Phoenix nodded grimly. With one hand rubbing soothing circles on Miles's swollen stomach and the other reaching to clasp around Mile's mouth, he sucked in a nervous breath. "C'mon...whenever you're ready" 

Miles took a few breaths in and out from his nostrils before tensing all at once, pushing with all his might. A scream was muffled behind his lover's palm; a precaution in case anyone located their secret nest. He pushed and pushed for a few short moments before having to stop to sob, hysterical behind his lover's hand. Phoenix all but patiently held him in his embrace, their two long tails coiled together in union. 

He began to rock his hips in slow circles to encourage the movement of the eggs, his opening kissing the seaweed bedding below every once in a while. Miles began pushing again, his whole body jerked sharply as he wailed behind Phoenix's firm hold. Phoenix only embraced him tighter and kissed up and down his partner's flushed cheeks. "That's it, Miles. That's it...look, our first one's coming out already. You're doing incredible...~" 

Miles managed to break free from Phoenix's hand, panting feverishly. His eyes glanced down to find that yes, there was a very large egg beginning to stretch him open. His hand brushed over the sensitive slit in his scales and gently applied pressure from the highest point, the motion was enough to cause the egg to move around the pressure point and begin to force it's way out. "O-Oh fuck-! Fuck, fuck, fuck, Phoenix-!" 

Phoenix placed a hand over Miles's own, the added pressure being just enough for the first egg to literally pop out of Miles and land slowly and safely to the nest below. "Miles, I love you so much~ Shit, you got the first one out. The rest will be easy. Just keep pushing"

The merman shook his head weakly and rested his weight against Phoenix. "I....hah....that was only ONE and I'm already exhausted. I-I don't...I can't...."

The merman of the east gently maneuvered their bodies to lay on their sides together, both hands came to rest on Miles's stomach. "Miles, you're not gonna like this. But I'm gonna push for you now, okay? If you feel like pushing, great. If you can't, leave it to me" 

Phoenix finally applied pressure to the stretched skin, doing his best to ignore Miles's self restrained wails of agony and felt around for the smooth objects beneath the surface. He focused primarily on the ones closest to Miles's opening, the second egg at last beginning to rear it's head. All the while Miles covered his mouth and gripped onto Phoenix for dear life. Then his mate plunged his fingers into his body and curled them around the second egg and Miles screamed. 

The second egg was delivered much faster than the first, slightly larger than it's sibling, it rested on the seabed. Phoenix used a combination of fingers and forced pushing to assist right as Miles decided to push again, the sudden squirting force of slick, blood and the third and fourth egg catching them both off guard. Now that Miles had been stretched open, it was a much smoother process. "Phoenix- my love-!" 

"I've got you" 

Miles pushed with a hoarse cry, a sudden flood of eggs, both fertile and infertile came splashing atop it's siblings. The sudden gush forced out was enough for all the wind to leave Miles's lungs, his hand gripped Phoenix's tightly as at last, all the contractions left his body in a painful, but relieving release. All the mermen could do was collapse beside each other, exhausted beyond belief, but relieved. 

The fruits of their literal labor amounted to seven large eggs drenched in slick and blood, the undeniable shape of their offspring kicked and squirmed aimlessly inside each translucent egg. Phoenix kissed Miles once more and coiled his sleek tail around his own. "You were incredible, baby. So, so incredible. I love you so much" 

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One by one, the members of the church were suddenly putting in their resignations and not attending sermons. There was once a time the church was filled with people on a Sunday morning, ready to worship the lord and sing hymns that bellowed through the halls. Now? Father Wright was lucky to see many visitors at all. 

He wasn't surprised to see some of his less engaged visitors announce their departure but to hear Apollo's voice mumbling that he had fallen prey to an incubus and therefore could no longer serve the church? Phoenix was heartbroken. But he was a man of strong will and good faith and no demon could stray him from his belief in god. 

And yet....

Phoenix couldn't help a little inkling of curiosity sprouting in his mind at the wonder of what he was missing. For every day of his twenty four years walking the earth, the priest never allowed himself to indulge in the sins of the flesh. He was diligent in keeping his eyes fixed on his bible studies and away from the sinful temptations of the devil. For years, Phoenix ignored every time his body responded to stimuli of a sexual nature; to every suggestive image in his mind, he confessed his sins to the lord and repented through hard work delivering sermons and keeping the church in order. 

But the church was more like a ghost town. Had the people really abandoned their faith over something so...so...

"So deeply troubled...Such a frown doesn't suit your features, dearest" A voice, low and smooth, made Phoenix's ears prickle warm with shame. 

The church not having visitors...well...it wasn't an outright lie. But there was one visitor who never failed to show up just as Phoenix was scrubbing the wooden pews after hours. One visitor who never failed to make him question his faith for being attracted not only to a sexual demon, but a masculine one at that. But, Phoenix had never allowed his mind to wander on the subject of the other man for long. 

An incubus with an aura far more powerful than others who had raided the church before, no doubt this one was a demon of a higher power. His silken black wings all but complimented his sinfully handsome features, his lips twitched in a sultry look as his prey bored his eyes deep into the soap suds under his brush; as if focusing on washing the pews would magically whisk him out of the church. 

"You're not welcome here, demon" Phoenix hissed under his breath, keeping his gaze focused heavily on his work. 

"Miles. Please. Call me Miles" The demon purred lowly and examined the empty church. "Where are all your devout followers now, hm? Have they retired for the day? Or perhaps they've learned to at last see the truth and stop denying themselves at last" 

Father Wright slammed the wet brush right back into the bucket and glared at Miles. Curse him and his handsome looks! "T-They still believe in the lord. I know it to be true. And unless you don't leave willingly, I'm going to remove you with force" 

Miles watched as Phoenix raised the bucket of water menacingly and chuckled earnestly. "Ah, scrubbing the benches with holy water, I see. Such a shame. I was rather hoping to sit down and confess my sins to you. Confess every-" Miles slowly closed the gap between them, "-last" his fingers gently grazed Phoenix's cheek, "detail" 

Phoenix trembled under the touch and pulled away slightly. Miles stepped back to give him some space and sat on one of the benches not currently doused in the cursed water. "Won't you indulge me, Father Wright? Will you allow me the chance to redeem myself to god through confession?" 

Phoenix was still a little awestruck at first to respond before he cleared his throat and returned to his duty as the head priest of the church. "Enter the confessional booth then. If you're so intent on beginning your path to redemption" 

"Confessional booth?" Miles asked all too innocently, "Oh I couldn't. Not with these wings of mine. Far too claustrophobic. I feel quite comfortable confessing to you here. On one condition" 

"W-what's...What is your condition, c-child...?" Father Wright stammered dumbly. The demon's eyes glinted in the sunset streaming through the stained glass. "I will sit on your lap as I confess. I feel much more comfortable that way" 

Sit on his lap...? Well, it wasn't as if Father Wright hadn't of read bible stories to young children doing the same thing. It was innocent enough, surely? He nodded and tensely sat down on one of the wooden pews, patting his leg invitingly. "Whenever you're ready, child. Confess your sins to me" 

Miles's lip twitched in a wicked smirk as he took his seat and deliberately squirmed on those toned legs. The biggest sin was the long, obstructive robe Phoenix was wearing, hiding the treasure beneath. Oh how he longed to shred that disgusting garment off and take his prey. All in good time...all in good time. 

"Father Wright, I confess under the eyes of god that I've been a very naughty man" Miles murmured low and hot in the priest's ear, "Every waking moment of my existence, I feel a need to touch myself. I must...no, I need release" 

Phoenix's hands gripped Miles's legs quite suddenly and a shaky breath escaped his lips. Oh, so Father Wright not only enjoyed hearing that, but wanted it too. Glad they were on the same page. All that was left to do was to wring the truth out of him "Miles, my child I-" 

"Shh" A gentle finger pressed at Phoenix's lips, "I must continue, Father. I insist" Miles began to slowly rock his hips in slow circles, relishing at the soft gasp that graced his ears. "Oh yes~ every day I want nothing more than to touch my cock. It twitches and aches quite terribly. I'm sure you would understand" 

His breath was becoming shaky from Miles's words alone. The demon wondered if he could make the man cum just from his words alone. "Ah...This insatiable hunger of mine never seems to quench itself until I at last stroke it to release. I've become quite creative in my methods. Have you ever touched yourself, Father Wright?" 

"A-ah...n-no I..." Phoenix stammered weakly. Miles started to put pressure on his hips and grind down in a rhythmic pace. It was as if Phoenix was locked into a deep trace, slack jawed and hazy eyed as his hands gripped the wooden pew like a lifeline. He was straining not to let his hands wander. 

"A pity. It's a most exquisite feeling. There's more to my confession, father. Accompanying the movements of my body...are thoughts. Thoughts of a certain man. I wish to ravish his body, to leave him breathless and gasping my name" Miles turned around so he was facing Phoenix and grew drunk on his expressions, "Ah yes, I wish to bring him to completion too. Because it is what he deserves. My mouth was made for-"

"Miles, please" Phoenix was breathless and flushed already. Miles knew when his opponent had lost and immediately pulled Phoenix close, claiming his mouth in a fiery kiss. The priest arched his back with a bellowing moan, his hands losing the battle to stay grounded on the pew for just a moment of weakness, only to grip onto the backrest instead. A small victory nevertheless. 

The demon pulled away, gently licking Phoenix's awestruck mouth. "Don't be so shy...~" He breathed, "You want to touch yourself, don't you Phoenix? It's aching so much, isn't it? Oh, dearheart..." 

Phoenix grabbed Miles's hand and pressed it rather awkwardly on the belt of his slacks. "D-Do...ah...d-do everything you intend to do to me. Please. I-I um...I've never touched myself before so..." 

At a speed Phoenix was certain wasn't natural, Miles had lifted his body from the pew and settled him on his lap instead. His deft fingers worked quickly to unwrap his prize, his teeth edged on the bottom of his lip as he saw Phoenix's cock practically dripping for him already. "There really is no need to be shy, love. We'll do this together, okay? Now...wrap your hand around your cock..." 

Phoenix complied, his calloused hand felt so foreign on his penis in this context. Used only for washing it or to use the restroom, but never for sexual pleasure. Phoenix could almost feel his heartbeat pulsating through his veins. "Good boy. Now rub it. Up and down. Come on now, dearest" 

His hand followed the demon's orders and all too suddenly, Phoenix gasped and arched his back. "U-Uh M-Miles...!" 

"Oh, oh look at you~ Exquisite, gorgeous, beautiful. Does that feel good, Phoenix?" Miles purred in his ear. Meanwhile his hands were tugging down the man's pants completely, exposing his ass. "Don't mind me, love. I'm going to make you feel even better" 

Phoenix's movements sped up alongside his breathing, his hips twitched as each stoke brought him closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly there was a warm wetness at his asshole and Phoenix practically shrieked in bliss as the demon's fingers and tongue breached his pucker. "O-OH MILES~!" 

Miles growled low and predatory as he greedily slurped and fingered the priest's tight hole. "Yes, Phoenix~ Keep calling my name~" 

Phoenix desperately rocked back onto those fingers, his whole body arched taut like a bow as Miles stretched him open. He actually sobbed when everything was removed and something hard and twitching kissed his entrance instead. "I'm going to fuck you now, Phoenix. Nice and slow. I fully intend to ravish you tonight, my love"

"Oh please, please, please- Miles please, fuck...~" Phoenix rocked against the other's body and gasped blissfully as it at last breached him. Miles groaned low in his ear and began to thrust at a moderate pace. Not hard and yet not hard enough. It was up to Phoenix how he wanted it. 

"Hah...ah Phoenix...~ You feel divine~" Miles moaned breathily in the other's ear and kissed up and down the priest's neck. Curse that stupid collar. His fingers morphed into claws that tore that disgusting article of clothing off his body at last, revealing the man's beautiful back muscles tensing as he gripped onto the wooden bench for support. "Oh you silly man~ How could you deny yourself for so long? You're a work of art, made to be admired. A-ah~ hahh...~ I-Is that what you want, my love? Ngh~! T-To be my beautiful servant and adored for eternity in hell with me?" 

"Yes! Y-yes! Oh god, yes~! Fuck, Miles, I'm yours! I-I'm yours! Ngh~! O-Oh fuck, don't stop- Please don't stop!" Phoenix babbled mindlessly, his hand reached behind him to push Miles's head by his hair and press him into a sloppy kiss. His other hand frantically jerked himself, the new pleasurable discovery caused Phoenix to gasp sharply into the kiss and sob. 

"O-Oh Phoenix~ I won't last-!" Miles hissed in his ear and sped up, "Come for me, you filthy sinner!" 

How could Phoenix refuse? The former child of god screamed as he came for the first time in his life, the pleasure was so overwhelming he bucked like a wild horse, unrestrained and feral. Miles could see the man was growing horns from his scalp already, the natural transformation of a corrupted soul. The image was deeply satisfying, at last being the trigger to find his own release. "Phoenix, fuck...!" 

They fucked mindlessly for hours. Each new experience Phoenix was introduced to made his soul more and more corrupted. By the time they had finished, they laid breathless and panting in a blasphemous mess of strewn clothes, feathers from both their wings and bodily fluids. A nest of their corrupted love making, both men laid in the center of the church weak but deeply satisfied. Phoenix made a handsome demon himself, his horns were large and twisted. Beautiful.

For once in his sinful, eternal life, Miles's heart raced and his cheeks flushed in a way sex never could make him.  

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You had never seen the man so frazzled; lips parted, eyes hazy and hair tussled up. Gregory was looking at you nervously, expectantly, as you held the bottle of lubricant in your hands. Ah yes. The man had asked you to top him tonight, after so many shy attempts at conveying his feelings on the matter. He confessed that an....experience during a prostate exam led him to develop a curiosity to the sexual act, but swore up and down it was not because of the handsome doctor performing the act. He was so nervous, bless him. Together you organized the tools necessary and a right time where everything was perfect. His son had gone to a sleepover and the house was your domain once more. 

"Must you keep me in suspense?" Gregory breathed, his eyes had never left the bottle of lube. Ah right. 

You made a show of putting on a pair of latex gloves, watching as his eyes followed your every ever so tantalizing motion of your hands. He parted his legs a little wider, anticipation causing his legs to tremble. You spread his cheeks a little and bit your lip at the puckered asshole that awaited you; formally only breached for medical reasons, it twitched almost expectantly for your fingers to open it up. You squirted some lube onto your fingers, grinning as Gregory hissed at the cold sensation. 

Then you patted his leg in warning and slowly worked a digit in. Gregory gasped and gripped the bedsheets, his eyebrows twitched at the sensation.

"Hahah...ah that feels...mhm...Y-yes that feels ah..." He babbled breathily, his train of thought continuously derailed each time you moved the finger in and out of his passage, "ah-OH!" 

Ah there it was. Gregory's eyes widened and rolled back. "P-please ah...continue..." 

You thrust that finger in and out, ensuring to hit the man's prostate with each push in. You could feel his walls practically squeezing you in, desperate to keep you inside and touching that sweet spot inside. Gregory's hips began to rock to the motion, the action causing him to open his mouth wordlessly and grip the sheets harder. His dick bobbed and leaked against the sheets with each thrust back on your finger. Then you added another and Gregory's whole body jolted as if shocked. 

"O-Oh fuck...! Nrgh~!" Gregory's arms gave way and his hips remained high in the air, greedily bobbing with each more forceful thrust of your fingers. An involuntary noise escaped the back of your throat, predatory and dark. He was like a struggling prey animal beneath you or butter melting in your hands. It took no effort at all to flip him onto his back and hike his knees to your shoulders. It seemed Gregory liked the new angle too, his eyes lit up like stars. 

"I-I must...a-ah...Fuck...I must...hm...~!" Gregory was struggling to get the words out through his feverish pants. But it wasn't hard to figure out what he was asking for. Your other hand reached for his neglected penis and spread his precum down the length of it. Gregory gave a bellowing moan and arched his hips up. 

Your hand left his asshole momentarily to squirt lube on the shaft of his dick and more on your fingers. Gregory actually moaned at the loss at first until you plunged your fingers right back in and had him seeing stars. His lumbering arm hooked you by the back of your neck and practically forced you into a very messy impromptu kiss. Gregory kissed violently, using the action to muffle his downright shameful moans as he climbed higher and higher to that peak. 

"I'm so close...! I-I ah...god...Y-yes...~" Gregory pulled away from your lips and looked between your bodies to where your hands had been working him inside and out, "Ohhh fuck....~ I-I'm- I- nngh-! O-Ohhh....!" 

Both your hands sped up as he clamped onto you, shuddering through an undoubtfully intense orgasm that knocked the air right from his lungs. He bucked and jerked like a wild animal, painting his own chest with thick ropes of cum that managed to hit the bottom of his chin. He groaned as the afterglow set in, a clear sign to pull out and let the man breathe. 

You peeled off the gloves and disposed of them as he recovered, his eyes were filled with such wonder and adoration for you it made you feel a little sheepish. Just as you took a wet wipe prepared earlier on the bedside cabinet, he grabbed you by the wrist and dominated your mouth in a kiss. His hand immediately wandered down your underwear and began teasingly rubbing up and down your thighs, a mischievous glint in his eye and a smug grin on his face. 

"The night won't end just because I've finished, darling. It's time to return the favor" 

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"W-W-W-Wait s-slow a-ah...! S-slow down, p-please I-" the strapping foreign lad was gasping for air just from a little make-out session, bless him. You hadn't caught his name; all you had gathered was that he was an attorney and he had only arrived a short while ago. You had seen him enter the pub in the company of the esteemed Herlock Sholmes and offered him your services in exchange for some coin. 

Herlock handed you a couple of coins, patted the lad on the back and told him to 'enjoy'. The young lad didn't quite understand what you were offering until you began to strip in front of him; his cheeks went redder than a tomato once the dots connected. 

When you kissed him, it immediately became apparent that he was a sensitive soul. He squirmed and whined like a puppy and every noise he made only fueled the need to wring more out of him. You kissed and sucked down his neck, plucking open the buttons of his beautiful jacket. "O-Oh...~ Oh that's-" Ryunosuke flushed darkly once your hands made purchase with his bare chest, "I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean to respond so...s-so shamefully..." 

You tugged down the man's trousers and instead of finding a loin cloth, you were met with a fundoshi instead. A fundoshi that was practically bursting at the seams holding back the young man's erection. One gentle tug downwards and he was hissing at the cold air that touched his penis, already dribbling with precum. 

You lubricated your hand with oil from your nearby stash and stroked down the length of it. Ryunosuke immediately gasped and gripped the sheets beneath you. Adorable. 

"A-Ah-! S-Slow down- T-that's...! Hah...!" Ryunosuke began to squirm under your ministrations. A handjob was the LEAST you would do for your usual clients! Seeing someone so easy to come undone was a welcome change. "P-Please...! A-ahn~! I-I won't- Mnm~!" 

He was beginning to really quake now. His hands gripped the bedsheets as if his life depended on it, his mouth gaped open and closed as if he was trying to say something if only the feeling wasn't so distractingly good. Ryunosuke's breathing quickened once he began to rock his hips into your hand, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. Then it snapped. A sudden squirt of cum jetted from the tip of his cock and Ryunosuke arched his back with a gasp. 

He screamed in a language you didn't know. But any scream from your services, foreign or not, was music to your ears. But they didn't call you the best in town for nothing. As your hand still moved through his orgasm, you latched your mouth over the tip of his penis to catch the final drops of his release, the action caused the lad to yell in blissful torment.

"A-AH~! O-OH KAMI-SAMA~!" His whole body shuddered as you swallowed him down to the hilt abruptly. Ryunosuke gripped your hair like a vice and tried to push you away. "S-Stop...! N-No more, please! I-I can't-!" 

You ignored him even as he began to bite his fist in a desperate attempt to keep his voice down. His eyes had rolled all the way back and his chest was covered in a shiny sheen of sweat. "O-Oh I'm going to...! A-A-Again...! I'm going to c-c-c-!" 

Either he was too embarrassed to say it, or he had forgotten the word. But you'll never forget the sensation of him spilling down your throat. You jerked where your mouth couldn't reach (even prostitutes need to breathe) and his voice cracked in a blissful sob. At last, you pulled off his softening cock with an obscene wet pop, making a show of lewdly dangling a string of his cum from his dick into your mouth and swallowing it. 

But Ryunosuke was far too deep in bliss to care for the act right now. He breathed hard and heavy as if he had just been revived from drowning. He looked at you with a face of pure wonderment and awe. You did a mock curtsey and put your clothes back on, admiring the amount of coin given to you by Mr. Sholmes for your service. Did you do more than what was actually asked of you? Maybe a little. You couldn't help it when it came to the sensitive clients. 

Some time later, you watched with hawk like eyes as the two gentlemen left the brothel; Mr. Sholmes was looking positively loosened up and relaxed. He slapped your client on the shoulder and chuckled deviously. "Welcome to Great Britain, my good man" 

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"P-Phoenix...! O-oh please!" 

Phoenix pulled off his lover's cock with a wet pop and smirked at his husband. 

It turned out spare Christmas ribbons we're good for more than binding presents. As Miles laid there looking like a gift, wrapped up tightly so his legs remained open and his hole, easily accessible. 

"Please what, Miles? You want me to...fuck you, maybe?" 

His cock twitched. Phoenix smirked. 

"Oh yeah you'd like that wouldn't you? I'd bet you'd love to be my personal little toy for me, hm? Just a nice, obedient little fleshlight I could shoot my load into, huh?" 

Miles grit his teeth and hissed. Phoenix's eyebrow twitched with interest. He wasn't as good at tellspotting as Apollo, but he's grown to pick up when something really got to Miles. 

Was it the idea of being a fleshlight? No...no the way he looked just then....

"Mmm...I could fill you until you burst, Miles. Fuck... Sometimes I just want to pin you down and fuck you until there's no way you wouldn't be pregnant by the end. Good thing you're not a woman, huh?" 

Then Miles moaned. Openly. His cock physically bounced against his navel. Bingo. 

"Aha! So that's what really gets you going..." 

"Phoenix....o-oh please... Phoenix...!" 

"You want my seed so fucking bad, don't you? Hoping they'll actually take? I like that idea, Miles. a bunch of little yous and mes running around...fuck you'd look hot swollen with my kids" Phoenix chose that moment to enter Miles with surprisingly little resistance. 

Miles was already panting and rocking his hips back onto Phoenix's cock. "Fuck... Phoenix please...god, fuck, fill me... I-I want your children...fuck...I-I want it to take and to hold and to give birth to your children, please hurry, god I cannot take it-" 

The attorney groaned and thrust against his husband harder, gripping his leaking cock and rubbing to the rhythm. 

"Fuck Miles, fuck you're so fucking pretty right now- Ahh I'm gonna shoot at any minute, shit-" 

"A-AHN PHOENIX-!" Miles' while body jerked and spasmed as he shot his load across his chest much earlier than anticipated. The scene before him was just too much for Phoenix to handle that he followed suit, pushing his cock to the very depths as he came. 

Both men laid sweating and panting. Neither of them strong enough to complain that they didn't get around to slowly unwrapping Miles out of his ribbons as they had planned. Phoenix had planned to keep him tied down until he gave the safeword that the teasing really was too much. 

"So..." 

"Phoenix..." Miles breathed in warning. 

"Are we going to talk about that? About that little kink of yours?" 

"N-no..." His husband sheepishly averted his gaze, "It was just a spur of the moment-" 

Phoenix pulled out and made a noise. Then Miles felt a glass plug slide in and fill the space where Phoenix had just filled him. He moaned and looked over his stomach to meet his husband's loving gaze. 

"There. We want to keep the cum inside as much as possible for the best chance of getting pregnant" Phoenix breathed in that bedroom voice, his fingers delicately brushed over Miles' spent cock, earning a blissful groan. 

"And I need this cock nice and hard again so I can milk every last drop of seed. You need to be nice nice and relaxed to have the best chance at carrying" 

It didn't take a magatama to tell Miles very much enjoyed the sound of that and was hopelessly aroused. A strange kink, but Phoenix was more than happy to dabble in it for Miles. 

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221 Baker Street was vacant, save only for Wagahai occasionally entering and leaving through the cat door. Herlock had a very rare opportunity of peace and quiet, he wasn't about to squander it. 

Set against his bed was a contraption originally made for shaking test solutions in their beakers. The shaking, almost pumping motion wasn't so good for the liquids in the vials. But for other purposes....well...this was the opportunity to put it to the test! 

Herlock had attached a phallic glass object to the end where the vial used to be. It's shape and curve was almost identical to that of a man's well endowed penis save for a few extra veins. 

The detective had spread himself open, settling his pucker against the glass and sighing in contentment as it slid in without much trouble. This wasn't the first time he had used this toy, but it was going to be the first time he did so without assistance. 

The mechanism sprung to life at the press of a button and Herlock's mouth opened in a wordless gasp. 

"O-oh...! Oh g-good heavens...!" He squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the bedsheets for dear life, the machine all but increased in speed, pumping into his body with as much force and speed as- 

"Yujin..! O-oh god! O-oh my word!" Herlock tossed his head back and stroked his neglected cock. Each thrust inside hit EXACTLY where it was needed, Herlock's body greedily swallowed up the glass dildo with each pump in and out. 

"Ah..! Ah...! O-oh this is a brilliant- ah..! B-brilliant success...! O-oh god! Oh dear god! I-I shan't last any longer! O-oh!" Herlock desperately grabbed something, anything, to muffle his scream, finding purchase with the pillow on his bed. He sank his face into the soft material and screamed until his voice cracked as he came against the bedsheets. 

And the machine continued, punctual and efficiently, milking every last drop from Herlock even after he was certain he had reached the peak. 

Herlock fell onto his knees with an exhausted wheeze, his toy was continuously jabbing into his cheek until he pressed the button once more, the machine stuttering to a halt. 

"An...hahh...e-excellent...result...a fine..hahh...a-a fine deduction..." Herlock grinned to himself. The machine made it's new home in Herlock's closet henceforth. 

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It was incredibly difficult to see Miles as menacing in his current position. His thin frame was tied down, his body littered with crumbs from the chocolate chip cookies brought in from the local baker. He was eagle spread on their bed, his head tied in a position that forced him to look down on his body. Like an insect put on display. But to Dick, Miles was more like a work of art made to be ravished. 

His eyes cut daggers, but the incredible flush on his cheeks betrayed him. 

And his neglected cock bobbing slightly certainly didn't help his attempt to stay threatening either. 

So, Dick reasoned, Miles was only pretending to hate this. His fingers dug into the little takeaway box and retrieved another chocolate chip cookie, soft with the just the right amount of chocolate. Not too much to make one sick, but just the right balance between the chocolate and the batter. Miles eyed it wordlessly and gave Dick another withering glare. 

"D-Detective..." 

"We're nearly done here, pal. C'mon, the box is almost done. Just a few more and I'll touch that beautiful body" He cooed and offered the cookie closer to Miles' mouth, the only part of his body permitted to move. 

"I...I can't...i-it's too much" Miles hissed and looked at the cookie as if it were poisonous, "Just think of the calories on that one!" 

"C'mon Miles, I know you've got a sweet tooth. You ate the last ones just fine" Dick kissed Miles' sweaty cheek earning a low needy groan, "Just say the word, and we'll drop everything right now and I'll let you out. What's the color, chief?" 

Miles didn't respond, instead opting to take a small nibble at the cookie offered to him. As part of the deal, Dick's other hand resumed stroking his leaking cock. At least until the cookie was gone. Miles was deliberately taking his time on the baked good, moaning lowly between mouthfuls as Dick's hand alternated between going fast and slowly, just to keep him on the edge. "G-Green, Green. Fuck...Dick...D-Dick I won't...mmnfh...~" 

"Yeah that's it...that's a good boy...You're so fucking gorgeous, Miles. Didja know that? So fucking pretty" Dick growled into Miles' hair. The prosecutor arched his back wantonly and began to thrust his hips into Dick's hand. 

"M-More, Argh...! Please...!" Miles moaned and writhed in his binding. "Last one, angel. You swallow that one and I'll swallow this one, okay?" Dick shoved a cookie into his mouth like a gag and replaced his hands with his lips. Miles screamed through his mouthful. Hours upon hours of edging, finally coming to this.

"Such a good boy...~" Dick growled against Miles' cock between each greedy swallow of the mans' length, "Fuck. You're such a good boy, Miles. Mmf....Swallow that mouthful, angel. C'mon- Yeah, that's it. You're so pretty. Such a good, good boy-" 

Miles shaking his head, tears and sweat streaming down his face. But his protests were silenced through the mouthful of cookie. Dick placed his other hand just below his mouth and gently rolled Miles' balls in the way he knew drove the other man wild. It did the trick, as Miles' eyes rolled back and his whole body seized over. 

"O-ohf-! F-Fick...! I'm...! I-I'm cumffin...!" Several crumbs fell out of his mouth. Slack jawed and eyes glazed over, Miles came hard into Dick's welcoming mouth. He wasn't prepared for just how intense the orgasm was going to be. His whole world seemed to blank out for a few moments, brought back only by the sensation of his partner running his fingers through his hair and calling him sweet nothings. 

"....Dick..."

"Yeah?"

"Thank you....for indulging me"

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"Edgeworth...! I got your message, is everything okay? What is 'come immediately' supposed to even mean? You can't just send that with no context. Are you in danger? Are you-"

Miles breathed hard through his nose and glanced over his reading glasses. "Wright. Shut up. Lock the door"

The bumbling attorney needed four seconds to register the command, but once his brain understood, he turned to lock the door behind him with a solid click. "Okay so-"

Hands. There were definitely hands ruthlessly unbuckling his belt and pressing him against the door. Miles Edgeworth, feared prosecutor and rival was on his knees, snarling because he couldn't get a grip on his damn pant zipper. 

"WOAH! N-Now hang on-!" Phoenix tried to seize Miles' hands, only for them to be batted away. At last, Miles had managed to force Phoenix's boxers down and was eyeing his cock hungrily. 

"Wright...Fuck. Don't deny this to me now. Oh you're huge-" Miles groaned lowly and traced his dainty fingertips across the length of his rival's dick, "Mmn...O-Oh fuck. I've wanted this for so fucking long. So, so long. Don't make me wait, Wright" 

Phoenix was about to answer but was cut short by the feeling of Miles taking him into his mouth in one big swallow. The attorney stumbled backwards, gripping the doorframe for dear life as Miles swallowed him down. Fuck. He could physically feel the other man's throat tighten around the head of his cock. 

"O-Oh god, Edgeworth-! F-f-fuck...! W-why now...? I-I've- argh...I-I've been crushing on you forever. I-Is this a dream?!" Phoenix moaned and gripped onto Miles' soft grey hair. The prosecutor pulled off his cock with a wet pop and coughed a little. 

"I...may have peeked at an email left open on your desk. Addressed to Miss Fey. You were going to confess to me this weekend. I thought I would save you the trouble. Your feelings are reciprocated" The moment of calm and clarity was short lived as Miles' eyes lit up devilishly, "Now fuck my whore mouth, Wright. I won't accept no as an answer" 

How could Phoenix deny such a request? 

He began a moderate pace, each shallow thrust into Miles' mouth earning a muffled groan around his cock. Miles had either been taking lessons or was already experienced because good LORD. Clearly dissatisfied with the current pace, Miles gripped onto Phoenix's asscheeks and began to physically push him in and out of his mouth to increase the speed. 

Phoenix's eyes were rolling back into his head. His knees threatened to buckle underneath him if it weren't for his grip on the doorframe keeping him upright. How was Miles able to hold his breath that long?! How has he not gagged yet?! And how, how did he learn to do that with his tongue? 

"M-Miles- Ohh shit, I'm gonna shoot any minute now, Miles- Fuuuuck-" Phoenix moaned and arched his back, "Fuck, you're so fucking good- Ah, ah, ah-! S-Shit!" 

Phoenix thrust once, twice, thrice and finally stilled with a heaving gasp. His dick throbbed and pulsed on Miles' tongue, who all but swallowed the attorney's release down like it were a sweet elixir. Phoenix was gasping with oversensitivity as Miles' throat tightened around his cock head like a seal to keep him in. "Miles...s-shit...I love y-"

BZZZRT BZZRT BZZZRT BZZZRT

There was an uncomfortable telltale wet patch, tacky and humid against his pajama leg. Phoenix groggily fished for the alarm clock only to have another hand press it for him. 

"Morning, darling" A cup of tea in a fine china cup was set on the bedside table next to the alarm, "Did you have a nice dream?" 

"Mmmnnyeah" Phoenix yawned, "You know the one where you-"

"Yes. I remember" Miles' voice chuckled fondly, "We were both so feral back then. It was so stupid to keep our feelings hidden for so long and it all came to a head after finding that email. I'm grateful you reciprocated so eagerly" 

His husband sighed fondly at the memory and sneakily traced a finger down Phoenix's calf. A trip down memory lane was definitely in the near future. "Sometimes, I find myself dreaming of that very same day. I can never forget it"

"N-neither" Phoenix's cheeks flushed at the memory. His dick twitched against the wet patch in his boxers in agreement. "Neither" 

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Apollo looked like a frightened prey animal. His eyes bulging from his skull, mouth parted in a wordless gasp. Maybe Klavier had been a bit too bold with the poor guy. All he did was shift his hips slightly. Their clothes were still on and there was no denying the firm mass pressing against Apollo's slacks. 

Klavier kissed him again, slowly and coaxing. Apollo's sweaty palms came to a rest on his shirt, unsure and unsteady. 

"Do you want-" Klavier murmured quietly, "Do you want me to take care of this, liebling?" 

For emphasis he gyrated his hips again and Apollo let out a shaky gasp. 

"I-I...I think so? I dunno I've never uh-" the young lawyer's face was burning hotter than a thousand suns and his eyes were glued sharply to the floor, avoiding his boyfriend's glance. "Sorry. This is new to me. I think I just wanna continue like this? If that's ah...okay with you..." 

Klavier gave a reassuring smirk and curled a finger through Apollo's little antennae. Apollo gave a weakened glare in return and huffed a little. "Ja, I can do that, babe. Do you feel comfy taking your clothes off?" 

Despite all the therapy over the years, Apollo still didn't feel comfortable removing his shirt. Or his pants. And that was a major hurdle to overcome with time. But the fact he was feeling aroused with his partner now meant he wasn't broken at least. It was just one of the small victories they were able to accomplish together. The lawyer panted a little and shook his head. 

He had expected Klavier to push him off and find some other, more comfortable lay but was pleasantly surprised to see the German man smile and pull him closer. "Okay then. That's fine by me. Do you want me to...-" He rolled his hips and grinned at a hiss that escaped his lover, "Keep doing that?"

"Y-Yeah...yeah, Klavier...~" Apollo swallowed shakily and hugged Klavier close, "S-shit this feels...-" 

Klavier kissed up and down Apollo's bare neck, earning a breathy gasp in return. He grinned as Apollo began to grind back into his movements, establishing a nice rhythm between them that had Apollo panting and groaning in his ear. "Mmn you're so good, baby. So, so good for me" 

"K-Klavier...! Ngh...~" Apollo arched his back and opened his mouth aimlessly, "F-fuck...! K-Keep up that pace...!" 

"Oh? You getting close, liebling?" Klavier nipped Apollo's earlobe, "Oh I want you to fall apart for me, baby. You deserve this. Come on, liebling, I've got you" 

Apollo was beginning to wheeze with exertion when his high hit. And when it hit, his whole body seemed to seize up and his voice let out a bellowing groan. Apollo rutted against Klavier, biting back a moan as he came in his pants, a telltale wet patch had formed on his khakis by the time his hips had stopped. Klavier had been close, but taking care of Apollo was a greater priority than chasing that high. 

"You okay, schatzi? Did that feel good?"

"Y-Yeah....wow okay...yeah..." Apollo answered dumbly, his eyes were still a little unfocused, "That was pretty impressive, Klavier" 

"I'm glad you thought so" the prosecutor pecked Apollo on the cheek but frowned when Apollo began to look a little nervous. "You don't need to do anything for me, liebling. I won't make you do anything you're uncomfortable with, ja?" 

Apollo seemed relieved at that. "....thank you. Sorry...it's just a lot for me and it's overwhelming and scary and-"

"Shhh....shhh....You don't need to justify yourself to me. I get it" Klavier kissed Apollo tenderly and stroked his hair, "Ich liebe dich. You don't need to apologize" 

"Klavier....thank you" 

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Oh...Oh there he went again. That Miles Edgeworth. The most handsome, capable and intelligent Naga in the colony. 

Phoenix had done everything to try and steal his attention away from the other potential mates. He had began by building an impressive nest in his cave, decorated with the freshly shredded skin of his tail. Underneath all those loose scales was a long gorgeous tail that looked like a stormy sea. Nowhere near as vibrant and colorful as the other nagas in his colony, but Phoenix wanted to give himself a little confidence boost before his heart got inevitably broken this season. 

In a far corner of the nest was an area to lay his clutch once (if) they got fertilized. God, Phoenix wanted that naga's babies. He was so pretty and it was so hard to believe they had once been friends when they had first hatched from their eggs. Ugh, how could he had let himself drift apart from such a beautiful...handsome....why was he coming this way...?

Phoenix gulped and watched as the very same naga of his fantasies nonchalantly slithered into his cave, his dark maroon scales glinted in the sunlight outside. He was doing what all that alpha nagas of the colony did: examined each of the nests of their offerings, judged if the potential mate was suitable to breed with and then move onto the next. 

Oh god, he could physically feel his inner walls loosening and the slick build up as Miles approached even closer to Phoenix's nest. He did his best to stifle a moan as Miles picked up a sample of his shedded skin and breathed in the vague scent of heat and sweat that had built up over the coming weeks. "Mhm"

"Wright..." Miles murmured under his breath, "It has been...some time since I've seen you last" 

"E-Edgeworth..." Phoenix wheezed pathetically. His cloaca was opening and closing itself shamelessly now, his two pink cocks were just peeking out from the top of it's opening as if they were two big flags pointing where he needed him to be. 

Miles's eyebrows raised in interest, his mouth parted in a slight gasp. "I had assumed you had taken a mate for yourself in here...You...You are an omega...?"

"Y-Yeah...yeah I am and...fffuck...S-sorry can I just....get into the nest real quick...? The eggs and...-" 

"U-Uh of course, of course" Miles shyly moved to the side, his eyes still hyperfocused on Phoenix's now leaking hole. "I presume you'll be taking Larry Butz as a mate then? He is the most popular option this season"

"What?! No! No, no, no i-it's you, it's- Ohhhh fuuuuck-!" Phoenix moaned and began rubbing the outside of his tingling hole, panting harshly, "Fuck me please. Miles, please I need-"

Miles growled, low and possessive. His cocks unsheathed and leaking already. He ruthlessly pinned Phoenix to the ground of his nest and coiled around his body. "Is that what you want, Phoenix? Fuck...I've dreamt of this day all my life. I thought you were an alpha this whole time-" 

"Shh, less talking more fucking, please" Phoenix began to rub his slickened opening against Miles's cocks and moaned when they finally slid home. "O-Ohhh yes~!" 

The maroon naga snarled roughly and began to thrust with force, making sure to bare his fangs at opportunistic Alphas who dared to attempt to steal his mate and desperate Omegas peering in wishing Miles would notice them. It was a spectacle to watch the most desirable naga stake his claim. 

"Phoenix, Phoenix, Phoenix" Miles hissed, "Mine, all mine. You're going to take my seed and give birth to my clutch. Nghh....You'll nurse...our...young....Nghhh~! Fuck, you're so wet!" 

"Miles, I love you~! I-I've always...! Hahh....~! Miles, don't stop, please! Oh Miles, I'm gonna cum...~!" Phoenix moaned and arched his back, "Give me everything, Miles! I-I want your seed! A-Ah, please~!" 

Miles stilled with a low grunt of effort, his cocks pulsed inside Phoenix and flooded his womb with his milky seed. Desperately horny omegas that had been viewing the breeding session dared to venture closer to swipe just a small droplet of Miles' cum, only to be threatened back immediately with a menacing hiss from the object of their affections. 

Phoenix came to the sensation of his eggs finally getting fertilized, his inner instincts to be bred be satisfied at last. He could feel Miles pulsing inside of him over and over, the high had passed but the breeding was still technically going. Miles hugged him tightly to keep his cocks in and invasive alphas away from Phoenix as he was impregnated. 

By the time Miles' cocks had stopped, when he pulled away his seed was dribbling down Phoenix's lower torso. His cloaca and cocks had hidden themselves inside the small slit of his tail. Phoenix flopped back into his nest, his calloused hands rubbed against his swollen abdomen full of fertilized eggs. 

"I've always loved you too, Phoenix. The odds of you being born an omega were so rare and I...I only visited here to hurt myself, to see what I couldn't have. To find you alone, in heat like this...god, it was better than my wildest dreams" Miles smiled genuinely and slid into the nest, "I promise to stay for when the next wave hits...and then I will fill you again and again. You've wanted to be mated with for so long, haven't you?"

Phoenix nodded shyly. "You've never mated with another omega, have you?"

"Hah. No, they've tried to force it upon me. But I wouldn't give in. I had planned to steal some of your shedding and spend this mating season alone. I'm so happy to have learned the truth" 

"And now we get to be parents together. You promise to hold my hand when our eggs arrive?"

Miles chuckled darkly, "Oh yes. But first we must ensure not a single drop is wasted. I've caught a second wind. Open up for me, my love. Let me make sure you're nicely filled up" 

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The arrangement was perfect. Dick was just sitting nicely on the couch, watching porn streamed to their living room tv. His husband, down on his knees and fully clothed, kissing across the ball of his ankle. Not QUITE where he wished his mouth could be, but just above it. Miles' face was painted scarlet and his breathing was labored. An egg vibrator in his ass on a very low pulse setting against his prostate. It wasn't enough stimulation and that was precisely the point. 

"D-Dick please I-" Miles groaned and squeezed his thighs together, "Let me...hah...T-This charade has gone for three hours" 

"Is your dick soft again?" Dick didn't even glance down from the tv, his hand lazily stroked his lube slickened cock. "I've only started going at my own for about 10 minutes and it's rock hard" 

"You've already been allowed to orgasm!" Miles snarled, "Dick, please. It's been three hours. I need to cum" 

Dick finally looked down to his husband with a shit eating grin. "Do you? Let me feel your crotch again. If it's nice and soft, you can grind against my foot again like a good boy. Stand up"

Miles followed his orders, his eyes were dark with lust. Dick took his sweet time squeezing around Miles' clothed cock, making sure to touch and prod at EVERY sensitive spot that would earn him a frustrated moan. After a good few moments of fondling the man's junk, he flopped back down and gestured for Miles to get back on his knees. "Spread em"

The prosecutor did so and moaned, rich and heavenly as Dick's heavy foot came to a rest on his groin. All the while Dick took out his phone and fiddled with the vibrator app to increase the speed and pulsing of the vibrator. 

Miles began to hump and rut and grind against Dick's foot desperately, his mouth slack jawed in dumb pleasure as he rutted with what little luxury he had. His dick was hard instantly, trapped in the confines of his boxers. Dick raised his other foot to Miles' face, grinning as the prosecutor took one of his toes into his mouth and suckled on it desperately. Miles was moaning and shaking in agonized bliss, not knowing if this was his chance to cum or not tonight. 

Dick was watching him carefully as husbands' eyes rolled back into his head. Op, there was the telltale sign he was close. He instantly removed his legs and curled them under himself on the couch, watching with a cruel grin as Miles seemingly sobbed in desperation. 

"Dick, please Oh please- I was so...f-fuuck...!" Miles desperately reached to pull out his cock but was stopped by Dick immediately, "Fuck, please...! I'm so close! Oh Dick, I was right on the cusp...!" 

"I know, sugar, I know. But you gotta learn to hold back sometimes" Dick kissed Miles' forehead as if he were a child, "Maybe we should call it a night, lock you up again..."

"No! No, please I-! I-I've been a good boy, h-haven't I been a good boy...?" Miles moaned and kissed all over Dick's cheeks, "I-I want to cum, please...! Oh please, Dick, please!" 

"You really wanna cum, angel? Really really?" Dick drawled out. Miles was crumpling in his hold, his eyes wide and desperate. "Hmm...I guess I could let you...You did swallow my load earlier. Only good boys can do that properly..." 

It was like his eyes lit up like stars. Miles opened his legs and immediately began to take off his pants. Dick grinned and drizzled lube down the disheveled prosecutor's cock. "Alright. Have at em, Miles. You've earned it" 

Miles pressed his cock against the length of Dick's foot and began to rut hard against it. His mouth opened up in a breathless moan as the head of his cock slid between Dick's toes, rubbing against them in a wet irregular rhythm. "O-Oh Dick, O-oh DICK~!" 

Dick turned up the vibrations to max and Miles was a goner. 

He came in thick ropes, his mouth opened in a wordless scream as he let go at last. His dick twitched and throbbed with every spurt that came flying across Dick's foot and ankle, the excess landing on the hardwood floor below. 

The image was too much for Dick to handle. The porn on the tv was NOTHING compared to performance Miles just gave. Dick quickly turned to face Miles and came across his pretty pale cheeks in return, painting white streaks across his lover's nose and cheekbones. 

Both men remained silent as they caught their breath at last. Miles flopped against the couch with a heavy sigh. "That was...incredible....thank you....for letting me...ah..."

"Hey...you earned it for letting me edge you a couple of hours. We both won tonight, right? So thank you for letting me torture you a lil" Dick smirked and kissed the top of Miles' sweaty face. 

"Hmph...that said...We should clean the floor. We made quite a mess to clean"  

"Yeah especially you, Miles. I thought it'd never finish with you!" 

"Gumshoe."

"A-Ah alright, pal. No need to give me that look. I'm on it" 

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"sTAY BACK!" Apollo screamed and threw a law book from out of the Wright Anything Agency, but it did nothing to stop Klavier's cool and calm demeanor. A vampire going through a blood withdrawal attack was something Klavier had experienced once before. His own brother had been a vampire after all. It felt different seeing Apollo go through it though.

The young lawyer was barricaded in a corner, the furniture of the Wright Anything Agency was tipped over to make a little fortress of his own making. Or a prison, to keep him from going outside. His eyes were bugged out and panicked, his own hands were covered in blood from where he had been aggressively scratching the fresh bite mark some asshole had made only a few weeks ago. It was heart wrenching.

Phoenix and Trucy couldn't talk sense into Apollo or convince him to finally drink blood for his own good...but maybe Klavier could.

"Schatzi..."
"N-No! NO! G-g-go...nghh...G-go away!" Apollo scratched at his neck again and began to lick away at his own blood, "I-I can survive on my own blood j-just g-go away...!"

With the patience of a saint, Klavier began pulling away the chairs that Apollo had tipped over to barricade himself. Ignoring the heartwrenching screams of protest and violent scrambling further into the corner. 'Apollo is not of his right mind' Klavier had to remind himself, 'I have to stop him from losing control. Of becoming another statistic of vampire on human death'.

Once he had finally made a clear path into the little nest Apollo had made for himself, Klavier's heart broke seeing the fear in the lawyer's eyes. All that confidence and pride...all down the drain because Apollo had his fangs out and could not stop himself from grabbing Trucy and aggressively sizing her up as his next meal. There was a purple lump on his jaw. A powerful right hook from Phoenix Wright to get Trucy away from him and to quarantine him inside the office until he was sane again.

There were unopened blood bags in the nest, all of which remained unopened.

Klavier sighed and took one, popping off the cap and offering it to Apollo. The lawyer all but squirmed away and gagged. "Schatzi, you need to drink"
"I-I won't...ngh...i-it's not...ethical...!"

"This is blood from a donor farm, where all the volunteers consent, get paid for their produce and are well taken care of. We have all made sure there was no seedy connections associated with it. Now drink" Klavier sighed dramatically, "Seriously, you're just as dramatic as Kristoph in his teen years. Nobody will think you're a monster for drinking the blood, Apollo. You didn't ask to become a vampire"

Apollo shook his head stubbornly but his eyes hungered.

Klavier grinned weakly and retrieved a knife from his jacket pocket. He didn't think he'd have to do this but...
Apollo reached from him to stop but it was too late. Klavier made a small slice on the side of his neck and stumbled to his knees, pulling Apollo by the back of the head against the wound and holding him there before he could wriggle away.
He waited with a knowing smile as Apollo's resistance slowed and a curious tongue at first began lapping at the blood. Lapping soon began slurping. Slurping turned to teething. Soon he had Apollo patiently nursing against his neck.

It stung like a bitch. It always did.
Just as Klavier was beginning to feel a little woozy, he gently laid against the floor as Apollo all but continued to drink from him. But now there was a new sensation: Apollo's hands began wandering to his crotch and kneading at his clothed dick. Klavier should NOT be as hard as he was right now...but Apollo's breathing had quickened and he was rubbing himself against his knee like a dog. Fuck...

Apollo finally pulled away breathlessly and sank right back into Klavier's neck, taking both their dicks in hand, Apollo began to stroke faster with more urgency. Klavier hissed and groaned, Apollo popped off his neck with a look of concern but his concern was immediately silenced when Klavier shoved him back into his neck. "Fuck...don't stop, baby....~"

The lawyer's moan vibrated against the skin of his neck as his hands and their pacing grew shaky. With one hand bracing Apollo against his neck and the other trailing down to replace the other's hand, he took over from the pace with a pleasured groan. "Baby, fuck....oh fuck, schatzi I-I want to...fuck...Fuck I need that mouth on my cock, right now. I don't care if you bite me a little. Just do it, please-"

Apollo pulled off from Klavier's neck breathlessly and immediately scrambled between Klavier's legs. "H-Has seeing me all feral like that awoken something in you?"
"Shut up. J-Just suck me off, bitte" Klavier wheezed and gripped Apollo's hair, "I'm so close, baby"

The vampire rolled his eyes and took Klavier's dick in his mouth. Despite his best efforts, his teeth lightly grazed against the sensitive skin of his cock. Klavier cried out and clamped a hand to his mouth, his legs shook and parted even wider. Like handles to hold onto, Apollo forced them open and took him in deeper. Klavier would hiss and moan with each little nick and graze of the vampire's fangs but the result Apollo had expected was...quite the opposite actually. The lawyer looked up to see Klavier with his eyes scrunched and his mouth open in breathless pants, silently pleading under his breath to continue.

Apollo had a stroke of genius. He took Klavier all the way in and very, very lightly sank his fangs at the base.
Klavier screamed and bucked and roared, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "O-OH GOTT...! O-ohh Apollo- fUCK~!"

The vampire stumbled backwards as cum hit the back of his throat and proceeded to squirt and mix with the blood already dribbling down his chin. He quickly took himself in his own hand at the display and jerked himself quickly, spending himself across Klavier's bloody body.

Both man and vampire collapsed, panting and spent.
Klavier didn't look Apollo in the eyes as he wordlessly retrieved the first aid kit and put a bandage on his neck and the base of his cock, but he could feel the very, very smug aura emanating off the lawyer as he cleaned off the huge cumshot he had left on his chin.
Before Apollo could even make a smart-ass comment about the new change being beneficial to their sex life, Klavier roughly kissed him, shoved a bloodbag into his hands and sheepishly left the office. His greatest secret was exposed to his courtroom rival and lover...He was never going to let him live it down.

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You were just the person who delivered letters from the courthouse to the prosecutor's office. You were nobody important to the world of law and especially not to the acclaimed Van Zieks. 

He was so handsome. So, so handsome. And smart and capable. You wished you had met him in his college years, maybe then you had the hope of associating with him more than just professionally. 

As it was right now, you weren't standing outside his office during your business hours. You had retired for the day but needed to come back because you carelessly left a glove behind. He had the fireplace going and it was hot climbing up all those stairs to get to the office, slipping the gloves off wasn't a crime! 

Oh, oh but what was going on behind the closed door was. 

It was open just a crack, just enough to see Lord Van Zieks holding the offending glove to his nose and inhaling deeply. His eyelids seemed to flutter as he breathed in your scent. 

You almost opened the door completely until you spotted where his other hand had gone. Currently palming over he tight slacks, Barok appeared to be gently rocking into his hand, fully clothed but achingly hard. 

He let out a hiss and took himself in hand. Your heart pounded wildly at the sight of him. He closed his eyes and stroked in earnest now, grunting with each pump of his hand. 

Then the door creaked. He made direct eye contact with you. Fuck fuck fuck. 

You tried to make a hasty retreat but only attempted to stumble backwards and nearly fall down the staircase.

He wordlessly slammed the door open, yanked you inside forcefully and slammed the door behind him, having you well and truly pinned against the door with his throbbing cock leaking precum onto your shoes. 

"You. You should not be here. It is after hours. Nobody is permitted in my office until 8am unless it is of urgent importance" His eyes were cold and cutthroat. He looked so fucking mad, if it weren't for the blush staining his pale cheeks. 

"However, I believe I can forgive this discourtesy given the compromising position you've found me in now" Barok's glare seemed to soften a little, his hand offered the glove back to you almost shyly. "Take it and speak nothing of this if you value your salary" 

Rather than take the glove, you instead took his hand into your own and kissed the man on the lips, a stunned noise escaped the very back of his throat. Just as you attempted to pull away for breath, he pinned you against the door ferociously, snarling into the kiss and practically ripping into your clothing. 

"You...I've seen you from afar... I've yearned for so long for this" Barok growled against your ear. Oh fuck his long fingers were brushing against your sex, teasing and stroking wherever got the most reactions. 

"I've craved your body carnally. And now, you are mine. I intend to ravish you, my darling. I will leave no trace of skin untouched" Barok fell to his knees and parted your legs, "I thirst for you. Please do not keep me waiting a moment longer" 

His mouth parted and his tongue raced across your throbbing sex, his own hands gripped into your hips like a vice. You gripped onto his soft hair, watching in awe as a slurped and nursed on you passionately. Barok's face was redder than blood, his hand not occupied reached for his cock and began to strike in time with his tongue movements. 

You tried to warn him, but he was too far gone to listen to you. He gasped as a warm wetness coated his face and he looked up at your expression as you pulsed against his tongue.

"Exquisite. You are truly...hah... exquisite..." Barok panted, shamelessly licking the excess fluid from his mouth as he continued his own ministrations. You gently ran a hand through his hair and it seemed the motion was enough to get to him, his whole body froze as he came with a low grunt. 

He panted and laid his head against your knee, clearly exhausted but we'll stated. You lowered yourself beside him and kissed his parted lips with a smile. 

"Pray... forgive the discourtesy...of appearing so libidinous to you... I pray I was able to satisfy your needs just as much as you satisfied mine" Barok kissed you back slowly and lovingly, his eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. You kissed him back, smiling softly to yourself. 

Yes, you were nobody important in the world of law, but now you were the only person in Great Britain who could brag about having sexual relations with the Reaper of the Bailey. Perhaps you were the first to brag about being the first lover of the cold prosecutor too. 

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"....Why isn't father reading my bedtime story?" Oh Miles. Sweet, innocent Miles. The young kitten boy was looking at you owlishly with fear, his fluffy grey tail was flicking side to side with a mind of it's own. He was scrutinizing you with his eyes but his fluffy ears that hadn't quite grown to proportion to his head were drawn backwards in fear. 

His father couldn't read him a bedtime story and employed you as a last minute parental stand in because...

"...! W-was that father?" Mile's ear twitched in concern. These walls were too damn thin. "He sounds hurt...I should-" 

You very quickly hugged the boy in reassurance, giving a little scritch behind one of his ears in what you hoped was a comforting manner. Miles seemed to purr unexpectedly at the action and flushed shyly. "He's...going into heat...? What's that?" 

Oh dear...you were NOT going to sit here and explain to Miles what that business was about. That was a lesson for when he was older and from his father. Instead you tucked the boy back into bed, not before pressing a gentle peck to his forehead. The kitten boy looked worryingly at you, but obeyed your instructions to go to sleep and to wear earplugs to bed tonight. You looked fondly to him on your way out, amazed at how fast the boy fell to sleep. Kits did have a tendency to tire out much faster than adults did, after all. 

Your moment of domestic bliss was cut very short when you spotted Gregory looking very disheveled on top of the staircase. His pajamas were barely buttoned up, thrown onto himself as a precaution not to expose himself to his son unexpectedly. Where did his glasses go? His tail was probably thicker than your arm right now, barely allowing itself to be controlled and bristling up in a sign of aggressive signaling. I am bigger. I am the alpha. 

"...Is...he asleep....?" Gregory bit out, his voice was barely able to be caught through a low rumbling purr that never seemed to end. He was staring at you open mouthed, breathing harshly as he took in your scent from the top of the stairs. He looked ready to pounce at any second. "You...hah...you must-" 

He groaned low and long, his hand brazenly reached towards his pajama bottoms. You quickly rushed up the stairs and past him to the bedroom. If Miles were to wake up for a midnight glass of milk, he would be traumatized for life! You had to get him back to the bedroom before he lost his sense of coherency. 

And Gregory's primal alpha instincts did NOT take this sudden movement very well at all. Before you could even get far enough to reach the bed, Gregory was snarling in your ear and rutting against your clothed ass whether you wanted him there or not. He forced your head to it's side and sank his nose deep into your collarbone, taking thick deep breaths of your scent. To move now would be rejecting him. You stayed immobile in his arms as he practically breathed you in and ground against you. He suddenly stilled with a huff and a small groan. There was a vague tackiness against your thigh...did he...? 

Gregory's coherency seemed to return for only a few moments of respite. His mortification was instant. "I'm...god, I'm so sorry-" He rumbled, "Fuck...Fuck you didn't have to do this for me, I should have booked a-a babysitter or have a neighbor haah s-sit or- or-" 

You shushed him and immediately shoved down his pajama bottoms, his cock was so moist with release. It twitched and breathed with him like it were it's own entity. Gregory watched you expectantly, his tail began to puff up again and the pupil's in his eyes immediately began to enlarge again. Well, here we go again. 

"You...hah...fuck...it's been so long since I've mated like this...Hngh...!" The normally so eloquent lawyer shoved your pants all the way down and shoved his face in between your thighs, licking wherever his tongue could reach. You gasped sharply and instinctively opened your legs, earning a long purring moan and more vigorous effort from the man's tongue. He pulled away feverishly and looked at you with a look so full of raw primal emotion you felt like prey ensnared in a predator's grip. "Hahh...I'm going to breed you...Darling, gorgeous, love, s-sweet- unghh- s-sweetheart, I want you to carry my next litter- Mngh...O-oh god, you'd look heavenly with my kits-" 

You opened your mouth in protest- Gregory, I can't even produce kits right now-! 

But he didn't care or stop when he pinned you ass up onto the bedroom floor and mounted you. The insertion was quick and dirty, the only lube being provided being the swipes of Gregory's tongue earlier. The defense lawyer's reaction was immediate; an incredibly loud and sudden yowl, followed by very quick thrusting. There was no technique, no finesse or care. He fucked you fast and hard as if life depended on it. If you even shifted for a second, his large frame would immediately press you down harder and he'd snarl in warning. It was better to just let him use you as he pleased. 

You felt him still momentarily and the sudden gushing of liquid into your passage. Gregory wheezed with exertion and seemingly eased off of you for a split second. But his heat didn't grant him a respite of morality for long; as soon as he shifted and there was a brief drag of his penis inside you, he went right back to thrusting again. Over and over and over. You could feel his previous finish slip around his cock and dribble onto the bedroom carpet below. Oh Gregory was not going to be happy when this heat was over...

He stilled once more with a broken moan that came straight from the chest. He took a few deep breaths and wrapped his hands around your waist wordlessly. "Oh...Oh god look at the mess I've made of you..." He groaned huskily, pressing his face against your back. "Look at the mess I've made on the carpet..." 

You carefully removed yourself from him, praising the gods that it didn't trigger another heat fuck but also cursing the incredible ache in your pelvis from where he had been. He was looking at everywhere but you, staring at the carpet as if wishing it would swallow him up. Your hands automatically scratched behind one of his fluffy grey ears, earning a small huff of amusement. 

"I hope you can forgive me for my...behavior. I cannot control the frequency of these outbursts nor-" He felt wetness between your legs and immediately grabbed a towel hanging off one of his bedposts, "Good god...We need to shower before any more spills. Quickly now, while there's time-" 

You let him carry your limp, aching body into the shower and watched as he turned the shower knobs to a comfortable temperature. The rising steam immediately highlighted both your scents; Gregory's nostrils flared at your scent and his pupils dilated once more, his mouth opening in a wordless gasp. Well, here we go again...

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Apollo knew it was stupid and wrong and that the captain warned him that this is EXACTLY what sirens do to weak humans but...Klavier was different. He had to be different. Klavier would have drowned him by now, surely. The siren's beautiful cords carried his feet deeper into the secluded cave as if they weighed less than a feather. Apollo could no longer control his brisk walk from a full on sprint to the large cavern, where the tide met sand. 

Atop his rock, there he was again. The golden siren with silky hair that flowed past his shoulders and spiraled down his beautifully toned body. His scales glistened and shimmered like a diamond, illuminated by the moonlight. Klavier was expecting him, his eyes lighting up through his serenade as Apollo began to wade deeper into the water, closer to the beautiful creature before him. 

Klavier abruptly stopped singing and hauled Apollo's body atop the large rock he had perched himself on. 

"Oh my silly man, I really should put stronger barricades around this lake lest you drown yourself looking for me" Klavier murmured disapprovingly, "How long are you docked at the port for?" 

"Mn...only tonight. But Mr. Wright will get suspicious if I don't come back from my 'night on the town' tonight. I can't stay, Klavier" Apollo breathed, his hands ran over the beautiful scales. "You're dangerous" 

The siren laughed at that, albeit with a hint of sadness. "I've been called worse. Polly, you...ach...we don't have much time before you depart again. I don't want to say farewell so soon. You beautiful, stupid man. Why do you come back to me when you understand what I'm capable of? I want-" 

Klavier huffed, a single tear rolled down his cheek. "I want nothing more than to be yours, Apollo. But this body, this voice-"

"It will kill me?" Apollo finished bluntly, "I'd be happy to drown in your arms if it meant staying in your embrace"

"Don't say that! You have too much to live for!" Klavier jumped into the pool of water below and away from Apollo's affectionate gaze, "What of the little Fraulien? She would be devastated" 

Trucy. Apollo closed his eyes regretfully. She's lost too much already. "Don't think about her right now, Klavier. Think about me. Think of us. Please. We don't have much time" 

Klavier's anger shifted to something more bittersweet, his eyes closed tightly in remorse. "Then...schatzi, come into the water. I wish to...I wish to make love to you. And ask you of something important. Something only you can provide" 

Apollo hesitantly slid off the rock and into the water, into the tight embrace of his forbidden lover. Klavier's long graceful tail coiled around one of Apollo's legs, keeping him firm in his hold. "Apollo, my pearl...Are you aware of the customs of sirens? Ah, specifically the mating customs?" 

"T-this is going a bit fast, Klavier. I-I think I know? Ah-" Klavier gently licked down Apollo's sensitive neck, "W-w-why?"

Klavier's hands roamed to the front of Apollo's slacks and the human sharply gasped in pleasure. 

"Our kind are destined to be alone our entire lives, cursed to sing a song to attract but never to hold. Our breeding cycle is very rare and very unlikely to occur under normal circumstances. We mate once. Once only for life. Apollo..." Klavier crooned and coiled his tail so that his body faced him fully, "Apollo, I am madly in love with you. And my time is now. Please, schatzi...please make love to me. Please give me your seed so I can lay the clutch I've held for so long"

The sailor's eyes widened in shock at the request. "N-Now hold on...! What's going to happen if I do this for you? Are you going to have a human baby? A siren baby? H-how many? When? What-"

"Shh...shh..." Klavier cooed, stroking Apollo's cock beneath the water's surface, "It will only happen once. My clutch consists of hundreds upon thousands of little eggs, which I will lay when the time is right. They will either grow, be eaten or be destroyed. Who is to know? But I will die fulfilled knowing they were spawned from my mate and they were given a chance of survival. They will hatch as sirens. But please- I cannot stress the urgency enough, Apollo. I'm fertile only for you. This may be our only chance" 

"Alright, alright...I uh...I accept, I guess? It sounds serious. And I love you too. I want you to be happy" Apollo sighed shakily as Klavier's opening pulled him in, the warm wet walls seemed to pulse and suck around his cock, causing the sailor to gasp at the unique sensation. Apollo gripped Klavier's shoulders and rested his forehead against the other. 

"Ah...~ Oh schatzi...schatzi...Oh how I've longed for this day. How I've long I've ached for this moment..." Klavier moaned softly, "Please relax against me, liebling. My body is...hah..sealing you in for the best chance of...a-ah...~"

Apollo groaned blissfully as the walls squeezed and rubbed down his cock. He suddenly became aware of the sensation of something marble sized rolling against his cock. Multiple marble sized things rolling against his cock, actually. Klavier let out a bellowing moan and arched his back. "O-Oh Apollo...~!" 

"I-Is this...fuck...! I-Is that...e-eggs I'm feeling right now?" Apollo wheezed with exertion. The sensation was building higher and higher, soon his mouth was slack with bliss. Klavier nodded dumbly, his own ecstasy was beginning to crest. 

Suddenly Klavier cried out in ecstasy and began to jerk and hump against Apollo's cock, the sudden movement caused Apollo to reach his peak at last. "Un...! K-Klavier...:~!" 

The siren continued his ministrations even as Apollo began to hiss with overstimulation. They stayed tangled in each other's embrace until their bodies hit the soft sandy shore of the cave mouth, both exhausted from the intensity of their love making. Klavier was silent, his eyes spoke when his mouth couldn't, staring at his mate with an emotion too powerful for any text to convey. Apollo eventually pulled out, cringing as cold air hit his cock. 

"Must you leave so soon?" the siren looked at his mate longingly, "Ich liebe dich. Stay just a little longer, bitte" 

"I have to go back...I'm sorry, Klavier. I promise, I'll see you again soon" Apollo murmured, "I love you too"