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"Laios?"
The air was pleasantly warm, but his idle contentedness was broken when the voice resounded. Actually, what had he been doing?
He turned to the call of his name and was met with the sight of Marcille.
Marcille, with fur-covered ears at the top of her head just like how a wolf would. Marcille, with fur instead of clothes. Marcille, with multiple fierce wolf heads snarling at her hips.
Marcille, a scylla.
"Ah! Marcille!" He did not question her being as such. Since their last meeting like this, it felt only natural, somehow.
And like last time, his face was on fire. He hoped that his flush wasn’t too visible, but it was wasted hope. He wished that at least it didn’t creep her out.
He couldn’t help it, she just looked so cool! Had she always been this pretty?
Marcille, a monster… The thought made him buzz with a feeling he couldn’t describe.
It was wasted worry, because her warm smile didn’t falter. She walked closer to him, and in the blink of an eye her face was only inches away.
"W-woah!" Laios jerked back, but Marcille only leaned in close again.
Her eyes looked so innocent as she looked at him. Her undone hair fanned behind her mesmerizingly. His jaw felt slack. "Is something the matter, Laios? I couldn’t make you into a monster last time, so…"
As she spoke, Laios’ eyes flitted to her mouth repeatedly, watching her rosy lips form shapes over and over. Until they didn’t, and Laios belatedly realized he probably had to say something. Anything.
"H-huh?" He struggled to force the sound out.
"Don’t you want me to turn you into a monster?" Marcille took his hand in her owns and electricity ran down his spine.
"We could do that now, if you’d like…" She fondly looked down at his hand. "It’d be nice if you did, then I’d have you with me. Together." A finger traced circles on his palm, her nail- no, claw- grazing the skin.
Laios had to swallow the lump in his throat to find his voice. "H-how…?"
"Well… To turn you into a monster, we have to mate."
"Huh?!" He tripped backwards and fell on his behind. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt.
She still had his hand in hers, held between them as she leaned over his form. Her expression and tone had a tinge of worry in them now, sadness even. "Is there a problem with that? Even though mating is only natural…"
She dropped his hand and kneeled on the floor. As Laios froze and leaned on his back, she crawled over him. She rested her head on his chest and looked up into his face.
"We’re animals after all, are we not?"
And Marcille, with that smile, hands splayed on his chest as she nuzzled into it… It made him slowly smile too.
"Yeah, we are."
She was right, of course Marcille was right. Besides, if that was the only way…
He had to stop thinking so much and listen to his own wants and needs. Had to listen to his primal urges. He looked into her warm face and his answer was all laid out.
He gave in.
He wrapped his arms around her tightly, pulling her impossibly closer into him. "So, uh… How do we do this?"
His voice was still sheepish, but he couldn’t help that. Having her like this with him still made him feel nervous.
"You have to let go." She leaned her face closer to him, her voice becoming lower even though they were alone in this world of theirs.
"Let go of what?"
"The humanity that’s holding you back."
Without giving him time to speak or think, her lips touched his. The way she’d done so might have seemed mild mannered, but the way she then opened her lips against his slack mouth and let her tongue meet his was anything but mild. His whole body shuddered as she rocked their tongues, and he’d have cried out if it weren’t for how she kept his mouth busy.
The kiss was warm and wet and lasted for far longer than should be possible. He lost all inhibition and kissed her back, letting his tongue think for him. It felt like a waste to stop watching her face close up as she poured all her passion into kissing, her blond eyelashes fluttering, but the heat gradually made him close his eyes. He hummed in rhythm with the sway of her tongue. He tightened his arms around her.
He had forgotten all about why this was happening, but she hadn’t- Or perhaps only desire drove her, rather than the plan to transform him. Her hips started rocking against his own.
Laios couldn’t contain himself this time, he broke the kiss only to cry out as his hips bucked up. She did it again and a cry died in his throat, his head going back. She lost no time to pepper his neck with kisses, going lower and lower until she suckled around his collarbone. Her hands caressed his chest upwards until her claws raked across his neck.
His hands flew to her waist and held it with a strong grip. Not minding it in the least, her hips rolled against his growing erection and he hissed in pained pleasure with how his pants strained against it.
Something in him snapped when he let his hands wander to her ass, only to press it down against him harder. He grunted at the sensation. He was burning.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her again, and it gave him the leverage to push up into her just right with all his strength. He bucked up and up against the juncture of her thighs again and again and it was her turn to moan.
Her voice was melodious. But he wanted it to break. He wanted her to howl for him.
His whole body pulsated as burning heat pooled in his crotch. The friction of his clothed erection against her naked core felt like heaven and hell combined, and like a starved wolf he hungered for more.
Without any warning he rolled them over to loom over her. As he caught his breath, he smiled down at her dazed face, a dreamy twinkle in his own eyes. He bent down to mouth at her neck, leaving wet kisses on her skin. The short fur there bothered him none.
The wolves at her hips had disappeared long ago, not that he noticed.
Seeing her opportunity, she raked her teeth on his earlobe. He jolted in surprise when her tongue licked a slow line behind his ear, teasing the sensitive spot. It made him go to kiss her again, but she stopped him with a finger to his mouth.
He misunderstood and opened his mouth to lick it, worship it. For her, anything…
But she simply moved away. Under him, she turned herself over, getting on her hands and knees.
He flushed as he watched her lean forward on her forearms, pushing her ass higher. Beads of sweat fell from his skin directly onto her. Never had he felt more how concrete this was, how, lord, this really was happening.
"You’ve been neglecting your desires, haven’t you…? But you know what to do. You already know how mating for this needs to go." With that she pushed her ass against his crotch, putting pressure that made him clench his jaw. He did.
She smiled. "Fuck me raw."
In the blink of an eye his trousers disappeared, then his underwear were ripped apart into nothing.
He grabbed onto her hips with both his hands, feeling like he was grasping the whole world within his palms. He salivated in anticipation at what would come next.
He aligned his dick to her entrance with inexperience but eagerness, and when it came to cross the line and push in…
He forced it in with one firm slow thrust, until he could grind his hips into her. He gasped and groaned. In her moans were not a hint of pain or discomfort.
It was the very opposite of mindnumbing, chaos screaming in every cell of his body. It felt like an explosion of warmth. Burning, making his organs flip flop inside of him like fireworks were going off.
But it also was comforting somehow. Unrelenting was in his whole body, around his dick, under his palms. They were alive and they were warm, together.
There was nothing to hold back. They wanted the exact same thing.
Every slight movement made thunder shoot in his body and his dick felt amazing. He pulled out but Marcille mewled and clenched around him. He cried out at the wave of pleasure.
He thrusted back into her on instinct, gasping. Each time he did it, he gained more momentum and more strength. More assured, less hesitant.
He chased his pleasure with all that he had, until skin was loudly slapping against skin. He leaned forward more as he used his grip strength to push her hips back into his thrusts.
Marcille was letting herself be handled, already reeling from the pace. She panted and scratched at the ground, her tongue hanging out.
The sight of her face was wildly arousing even from his angle- and he wanted more of it.
He moved his hands to her shoulder blades and leaned forward over her. Her fur was silky smooth under his touch.
He moved one hand to her chin, grasping it and bringing her head backwards. His thrusts made her harshly rock forward.
His thumb slid to her mouth and grazed against her fangs. His breath hitched.
He leaned his face into her neck, hiding his blush as he could. He focused on the sparks behind his eyelids at the pleasure wracking his body.
Long strands of her hair tickled his face. Pressing his chest against her back, he looked up again.
He nuzzled his nose into her head on a whim, enjoying the touch of her hair against his lips and eyeing her ears with curiosity.
She didn’t smell of honey or flowers. She smelled of dirt and sweat, with only a tang of the soap she liked to use when she could. He wanted to cover her with his scent instead.
It pleased him how he enveloped her, so much larger than her, even only being a simple tall-man. But he wouldn’t be just that for much longer.
With his hands no longer guiding her hips, she rocked back against him in rhythm and ground herself against him balls deep at every opportunity. He couldn’t help but moan.
It was everything he had ever dreamed and more.
She clenched around him and mewled in satisfaction every time he hit her cervix, appreciating the slap of his balls against her clit.
Her cunt was slick with wetness, making sinful noises at every thrust. Every thrust, filling her up to the brim before teasing it away then ramming it back in, again and again in an addicting cycle.
His thumb still in her mouth, her saliva coated his finger and dripped. Lost in their push and pull, she licked at his thumb and lightly bit it. Then she sucked on it, moaning, and the sensation sent thrills through his skin.
He suddenly felt a change. A different sort of fire burning just under his skin. When he looked back at his body, he realized small grey fur was growing.
"Woah, it’s working-!"
He remembered in a moment of clarity why they were mating, and seeing the transformation take effect made him so happy he could howl for joy.
It was working . It was actually working. He could cry.
"Thank you- thank you- thank you-!"
With renewed vigor and gratefulness, he whipped his hips against hers in an angle that reached deeper than it had before. Her happy moans told him he was doing well.
Well wasn’t good enough. She deserved worship.
He snarled with the intensity of every sensation, not even the bruising or the growing fatigue could take away from the pleasure. His arms were shaking just a bit.
He realized late that he was drooling. His saliva dribbled onto her back, and the notion strangely aroused him.
Following his gut urge, he licked a sensual line up her shoulder, tasting the sweat on her feverish skin.
He grinned madly when he realized his tongue had gotten rougher. Canine, not toothed like a feline’s, but…
He suddenly wanted to groom her fur like a proper mate, and perhaps he allowed a few tender licks, but this was not the time.
He grabbed her jaw more firmly, getting a purchase on her teeth with his thumb. He pulled her head back towards him in an awkward angle, but her flexibility showed its prowess. It only seemed to make his dick hit her all the deeper.
In one smooth thrust, he ground his hips into hers, pushing them into the ground, making her spread her legs wider and wider. She cried out uncontrollably. With his height, he easily leaned over her completely. He looked at Marcille’s upside down face for a moment before kissing her on the lips.
He pulled his thumb out of her mouth only the take a full hold of her jaw. He tilted his head to kiss her better, his tongue crashing against hers and slowly taming it to his own rhythm. Both their noises were muffled as he thrusted in this new position.
In a quick movement she caught his lips between her teeth, then nipped.
Laios cried out and jolted in surprise. He licked his lips and was disappointed to feel them only bruised. Wait, disappointed?
But there was something else demanding more attention. As he thrusted, the push in and out became more difficult. It was feeling tighter, too.
It hit him while he analyzed the sensations more and he looked down. His dick was growing a knot. He watched the huge swollen mass being swallowed by her lips again and again, feeling light headed.
He groaned in awe and pleasure, out of his mind.
Were his brain more functioning, he would have happily told her all about the biological function for penile knots.
Like how it would grow and grow until it couldn’t get out anymore and it plugged her hole. Like how they were designed to keep his cum inside of her. Like how he was going to use it as intended and pound it into her until she couldn’t take any more. Fill her completely with both his cock and his seed.
He shivered.
His pace grew feverish, wild, out of rhythm and out of reason.
"Marcille, Marcille… Say my name."
Her voice replied in a breathless whisper. " Laios ."
His breathing became harsh and irregular, holding his breath through the overwhelming clenching around his knot. It was getting bigger and bigger- every pull out came with a loud pop. His nails- claws— drew lines of raw skin down her sides as he attempted to hold onto sanity.
Her voice cut through everything else. "Bite me."
He plunged his teeth into the nape of her neck without hesitation.
He didn’t question her request, didn’t want to. It was when he tasted her blood that he realized that his teeth had become sharper, fanged.
Showing off strength that she hadn’t made use of yet, she grabbed the arm keeping a hold of her throat and pulled. Pulling his whole body forward, she twisted her upper body onto its side to stretch her neck enough to bite into his shoulder.
The tang of pain it caused only processed as more pleasure and he whined. When her mouth came away, her lips were bloody.
"The transformation is complete."
The words left her lips so casually, so simply. She grinned, their faces only inches away.
Her smile seemed more genuine now, somehow, more hers. It filled him with warmth. He smiled. Not for anyone, but just because his body had wanted to.
Transformation complete. Complete. Whole. Full.
He looked back at the teeth marks he had left into her skin and gripping her body harder was all he could do to keep his head. His thrusts were getting jerky. He held onto one of her thighs as the new angle gave him leverage to push even deeper.
He pulled out and hissed in pain and effort, his knot was too big- This would have to be-
But she was the one to finish him off, as she impaled herself on him one last time, pushing his knot in right down to the base. Just like that, his whole dick had disappeared inside her, only the slightest belly bulge revealing the feat.
He choked on his spit as he his hips jerked, only pulling her with him as the knot made her follow. He was cumming- cumming with several uncontrollable jerks of his hips, bruising them both. His mind exploded and blanked as he let out a strangled cry of her name.
His eyes closed on their own accord. He felt like he was floating. In this overload, there was no concept of time or limits.
Her mewls slowly lulled him back to reality. He panted happily as he came back down from his high
He still felt overstimulated, and any move made him shudder and made blood rush back to his member. They would have to wait for his knot to go down before he could pull out, but he didn’t mind. This… This was warm.
Warm, like a hug, like a fire, like all the primal heat a living being was capable of.
Mating. Mated. Mates.
Cuddling didn’t sound so bad.
But when laios opened his eyes again, their position had changed.
She was fully on her back, legs embracing his back as if she hadn’t just been laying on her side, facing him like lovers. This way, she occupied his full vision, and…
Marcille was no longer a scylla.
Elf ears. Nothing but skin.
He froze.
"Laios?"
It was her voice, her face, her body.
Marcille, Marcille, Marcille.
With a sickly sweet voice, her eyes looking up at him, so human, expression lovingly tender.
The air went cold. His eyes widened.
Next to her, his arms were still lined with fur. Still a monster. His knot was the only thing keeping her attached to him.
Reality was dragging him back.
He woke with a start, practically jumping in bed. He sat hunched as he panted and profusely sweated.
It was morning.
Inspection… His underwear was wet, but only with precum. He wished he could sigh in relief but he choked on his breath instead.
He really, truly had dreamed that.
It scared him how much he had liked it.
He didn’t like her that way! Well- that time with the succubus was cheating. Marcille wasn’t a scylla anyway, so that cancelled it out, didn’t it?
What would Marcille think if she knew? What would any of them think? He’d lose all their trust and respect for sure. Why…? Why had he…?
Why did he have to be like that?! He didn’t want any of this, why could his dumb body never be on the same page as him. There was no sense to this! They had bigger fish to fry, someone to save…!
He didn’t even like her like that…
But repeating that to himself didn’t assuage any of his guilt, any of his turmoil.
There was no need to analyze this more deeply. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Stop.
Confusion, shame and anger swirled in him.
His inner storm quietened when Senshi greeted him as he did every morning, and Chilchuck grumbled, still half-asleep. The world was waking up alongside him and it distracted him from his thoughts.
His body relaxed as Senshi set up his wok to make breakfast, and the sounds of people moving around filled the air.
… Well, after all, it was only one small dream. Dreams didn’t affect reality, or meant anything.
It changed nothing. It was fine. It changed nothing.
That conviction quickly crumbled when Izutsumi yawned, which since she had been Marcille’s bedmate that night meant that-
A second female voice yawned as Marcille joined the scene. "Hello everybody."
He immediately tensed up. Everyone greeted her, and while he would have usually happily replied with a good morning, he could only hum as a greeting now.
He couldn’t face Marcille.
The glances he stole of her content face were already taxing enough. She radiated like the sun.
Looking at her only made him want to tuck her head under his chin and nuzzle her cheek…
That wasn’t normal wooing behavior, was it. Alright, maybe this was a little deeper than he wanted it to be.
He mused that maybe, he’d always have animal desires. Monstrous. And he wasn’t sure if Marcille could ever share that in common with him outside of his dreams.
Once again, Laios felt like a lone wolf.
Once again, without knowing, his eyes trailed after Marcille as he lost himself in thoughts.