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It was unbearable. You couldn’t bear it anymore. At first, you had thought that it was just going to be temporary. Stardust was just too shy and too ashamed to admit that he wanted you, even though you could tell otherwise.
It had started with keeping you outside of the tent. You hadn’t quite understood why, but allowed them to put the rope around you and secure it with sturdy knots. Only, after tying you up, they’d gone back inside the tent. And it hadn’t taken much time at all to figure out why.
The scent hit you first, and then the little noises. Stardust’s heady arousal floating to you under the flap of the tent, coupled with the bitten off whimper that you knew so well. You didn’t need to see them to know that your Stardust was touching himself. Frantically, you’d tried to free yourself from the leash, or at least claw your way into the tent.
Stardust still reeked of arousal when they gave up, and untied you. You didn’t feel bad about interrupting, as long as it meant that the rope wouldn’t be used like that again. But the next time, he’d left you outside until he’d finished, despite your protests. It had been a special kind of torture, listening without being able to see. Particularly as, without you there, Stardust was a little louder than normal. Their gasps and moans were lodged in your memory, replaying for you at the most inopportune of moments.
You’d clawed at the tent in earnest the time after that, filling the air with shrieks and chitters, anything to keep that from happening a second time. You felt bad damaging the tent, rending it with your claws, and grabbing the ragged edges with your beak and tugging like it was a piece of your prey. They’d given up at the sharp ripping sound of the tent canvas, and run out pantsless to chide you.
The next time, he’d tied you up inside the tent with them, and that--that had almost been worse. Because you could see as well as hear and smell. And then that became your new life, straining at the end of ropes holding you back, watching as your Stardust teased their body into pleasure, filling the air with his heady scent. After he was sure that you were held back, he gave in, just a little.
You knew that they watched you, while he touched themself. You’d caught his gaze as he worked his fingers against his clit, heard the wet noises as he delved fingers inside of themself, and heard the soft moan that trembled through him, like they were making the noise just for you.
Stardust was getting off to you, watching how your body reacted to him. And you couldn’t help it. When every breath was filled with their scent and arousal, screaming out for his mate, for you, when his voice slipped out in needy whines just for you, you wanted nothing more than to answer him. You trilled out in return, arching your hips forward in the air, feeling your little cock pulse and bob with need, scratching the floor of the tent for something, anything to hold onto.
It was impossible to mistake it for anything else, when Stardust’s eyes were heavy on you while they touched themself.
At first, you’d played into it. You had accepted the ropes, preening so your mate could admire your feathers, and call to him, the musical, playful song to coax him into giving you a show. When his eyes dragged over you to watch you get hard, focused on the way your cock slipped free from its sheathe for him, you were treated with the way that their eyes hazed over.
When you rocked your hips forward, fucking the air, fanning your wings to send your musky scent towards Stardust, he’d pant, lips parting to breathe you in. They weren’t even aware that he was doing it, you were sure, but the scent still worked them up. When he pressed a finger into himself, he matched the pace of your hips, and you knew. He was pretending it was you fucking them, imagining your cock inside of them.
You watched his pussy greedily suck in his fingers, how wet they were as he pulled them out, and imagined it yourself. You’d fit them so perfectly. He knew it, you knew it, but they still tried to deny it. Refusing to look at you afterwards.
But you knew.
He was teasing you. He liked how helpless you were. How mindless. And you had tried to be patient. You had! He’d given in, at least a little, into admitting that he wanted you. His body knew, it called for their mate. When he came, it was imagining you filling them up and claiming him. You trilled out with increasing desperation each time, praying that this time would be the time that he’d let you off the ropes.
But it had gone on too long!
You didn’t have Stardust’s luxury of hands, you couldn’t deal with it. Your stomach ached from how often you’d get hard, from the way that you were left, throbbing and aching for a touch. Your balls felt sensitive and swollen, reacting to your Stardust’s scent.
And it had somehow, hellishly, worked into a feedback loop, now. You’d start getting turned on at even Stardust’s normal scent, and if he caught sight of you worked up, you knew it wouldn’t be long before he tied you up to finger themself. A part of you was proud, that the mere sight of your cock spilling from its sheathe was enough to make your mate wet for you, eager and horny. How well they responded to your scent. How well you responded to his.
The other part was just desperate. Stars, stars you needed relief!
Once, just once, when Stardust had deigned to leave you in an inn room alone with their things, you had been frantic for any sort of release, and torn through his bag, dragging out his clothes, for anything that smelled like him. He’d come back into the room to find you frantically humping his dirty clothes, beak digging into the cloth, huffing their scent in time with your hips.
He’d been so shocked that they stood, frozen, in the doorway, mouth open, and you’d sped up, trilling out a mating cry for your mate, absolutely mindless and desperate, until you’d felt your knot swelling, and you came all over his clothes, wishing, praying that it had been inside them instead.
Didn’t Stardust know this was because of them? That he was driving you mad? That every time that you thought about them, all you could think about was breathy moans and the smooth plush thighs that he’d spread to touch themself? That you dreamed about the day that your cock replaced their fingers, when he’d let you taste them, touch them, fill him?
Stardust had been careful never to leave their bag where you could get it after that. And so--it had reached the point of being unbearable.
It had been weeks since then, and you were being tortured by your mate. It was so unfair that you would cry, if you could. You were hyper-aware of everything that he did, and even perching on his shoulder had grown awkward. You were so hair-triggered that you risked getting hard just sitting there, feeling his warmth.
Tonight, you decided. If Stardust was going to take away every other option, you’d just have to give them a nudge. He liked watching you. He just needed to feel you. Maybe you’d been too brash the first time that you’d tried to join him. You had known the Universe had chosen you as their mate, but he needed more time, to listen to what his body was telling him.
You were so good when Stardust brought you to the inn you’d be staying at. On your best behavior. They didn’t suspect a thing.
When Stardust went to bed, you waited, patiently, pacing the room, for his breathing to even out. He was so used to you joining them in bed, he didn’t even stir when you leapt up beside them, your slight weight barely dipping the mattress. He murmured sleepily, and turned onto his back.
You stared greedily at him, breathing in a deep huff of Stardust’s scent. He was freshly washed, which was a shame, but underneath of the sweet soap was your mate’s scent. His thin nightshirt clung to the soft curves of his breasts, rucked up slightly from their tossing and turning, revealing a sliver of his soft thigh from where the shirt had ridden up and the blankets had worked down.
If you wanted to fuck Stardust, he’d have to open his legs for you, but--you were so desperate that you didn’t need to be inside of him as much as you wanted it. You pressed your beak to the soft flesh of his thigh, licking it, chirring softly, as you tasted his skin, before delicately stepping over his leg, settling yourself on top of him.
Stars, the brush of him underneath of you, the warmth, the pressure, it made you lightheaded, sparked need within you. The pressure spoke to something wholly animal in your mind, and with how turned on you were it went straight to your cock.
With embarrassing speed you were hard and throbbing against the bit of bare skin. You gripped your Stardust’s nightshirt in your beak and kneaded the bed on either side of his leg, working your hips forward in tiny thrusts to start, your tail lifting up to flick behind you.
Stars, it felt so good after being so pent up. Your wings fluffed and mantled out as you rut against his soft, soft skin, reveling in the sweet friction, your eager cock spurting pre eagerly, until every thrust smears it wetly against Stardust’s skin, making them smell like you. You huffed in that mingled scent and couldn’t help but croon out a mating call.
You were so turned on that you barely needed anything. Your tiny, searching thrusts deepened, grinding against his pre-slick skin. You panted against the cloth, senses drunk on them. Stardust was underneath of you, warm, and hot and soft. You could almost imagine that he was holding still for you, that he was offering this to you and you weren’t taking it.
Maybe soon, they’d offer you their leg for this of his own volition. Stars. That thought made your stomach clench, your cock leaking desperately, smearing against his soft skin. You know they’d love it, from how he watched you when he touched themself. You sped up, rougher, needier, claws digging into the blankets.
“Mmrrnnn,” Stardust grumbled at your noises, which went straight to your lust stoked brain as a moan. It sounded so much like the noises that Stardust made when he touched himself, running his fingertips along his swollen and slick lips, dipping fingers inside of themself like they were getting ready for your cock. You sped up, throbbing with want as you imagined it, unable to stop the little chirrs that slip free from your beak.
Stardust shifted underneath of you, almost dislodging you, and you keened in desperation, frantically flapping your wings to stay on top of his leg, frenzy lending some force to you as you re-settled over his thigh. Was he waking up? No, no. You couldn’t take it if he woke up and tried to stop you! At least when you’d rutted into his clothes, you’d managed to cum!
You sped up, frantically grinding your cock against Stardust’s leg, giving wholly into your need when you smelled it. Stardust’s arousal in the air. His body was reacting to you. Stars, stars, he was yours, the only thing stopping them from realizing it was him--
Stardust’s eyes fluttered sleepily open then, and you watch the shock paint over his face, chased by a flush that darkened as he realized what you were doing. “L-Loop? LOOP! Stop--!”
But it was too late. With your eyes locked on theirs, your knot fully inflated, and every feather on you shuddered in relief as you rutted uselessly against their leg, spurting your release onto his skin. You were so pent up, painting his thigh and soaking the bottom his thin shirt with your seed.
Frantically, he grabbed you with one hand to hold you up and away, and you released his shirt to dig your beak gently around a finger instead, fucking your hips up into the air to land another spurt of cum against his palm, churring approvingly.
Every bit of your cum on them was another mark, another claim. They’d not be able to get your scent off of his skin, and you knew how much he reacted to your smell. Could your Stardust resist you, when he was constantly reminded of how you’d taken them like this? After all, you could smell how turned on he was. How horny feeling your cock had made him.
“Stars! What--Loop! Eugh--why did you--why’s there so much--” Stardust mumbles, thighs rubbing together to smear your mess around. Your cock throbs at the sight, and you ruck your hips forward again, another spurt of cum spraying over his hand.
Bliss rolled through you, finally, finally, at the relief. Affectionately, you clicked and chittered, rubbing your face against Stardust’s hand, before nipping at where your spend had stained them, licking at it, reveling in the taste of you on him.
Stardust seemed bewildered, just staring at you as you scent-mark his hand, biting his lip, before setting you back on the bed, and making a face at the mess on his hand.
“Stupid--horny griffin,” he mumbles, irritated, and pulls off his shirt, scowling at the soaked portion. You stare at his bare skin, and remember how soft he was against you, and chitter again. But... sitting up like this, his legs had spread slightly, and you could scent the heady smell of want wafting up from where his legs met.
You clambered forward, slightly awkward from your cock dangling underneath of you, throbbing with the blood in it, and occasionally dribbling another spurt of your seed, but otherwise spent. If you were inside of Stardust, it would be locking in your cum, but like this it was just dripping your scent all over the bed. Your feathers puff slightly at the thought. Stars. Stardust would be sleeping in your musk all nice. He’d wake up coated in you.
He was too concerned with his shirt to stop you as you thrust your beak directly against the wet heat between his legs, and then he yelped. You messily smear your beak against his clit, flicking your tongue out to taste him, and are rewarded with a moan.
“N-no! Bad Loop!” Stardust shoves you away, a hand jumping down to cover himself. But their body betrays them, shuddering with want, and you see his eyes lock on your cock, still so swollen and heavy. They swallow heavily, and his scent only grows heavier.
“Stars--” the shirt hits the floor, and Stardust lays back with a loud thump, an aggravated noise tearing free from them. “They’ve already made a mess--I might as well just--there’s no helping it--”
Your wings shiver and lift up, at that mutter, Stardust eyeing you uncertainly, face darkly flushed, and teeth digging into his lip. Then, to your absolute delight, the hand that’s shielding their cunt from you goes from a protective cup to pressing in.
Stardust keeps one hand against your chest, keeping you at arm’s length, but you don’t care, as you watch his fingers, still wet with your cum, slide between his lower lips and tease at himself. The groan that he makes is like music to your ears.
Your eyes are locked on the show that you’ve been tormented with for the past several weeks, only this time you’re so close, and now every breath is ripe with your scent overtop of Stardust’s needy one, soothing the part of you that wants so badly to claim them as yours.
You press against the hand on your chest, and then forward more, nipping at the skin there, and drag your hips forward, brushing the tip of your cock against Stardust’s fingertips. The high noise that they make in response is obscene. You don’t have much more seed to give him, but you drag your oversensitive cock against them in tiny brushes, and feel him twitch and tremble.
Your wings mantle again, and you trill out encouraging noises, almost drunk on how Stardust is watching you. You watch him press a finger into himself, and wish that it was you. But he’s pretending it is, you know they are, eyes locked on you, lips wide on heavy breaths.
Does he know that he’s fucking your cum into his pussy? Does it excite him as much as it does you? Did he imagine this, when he dragged his fingers along your mess? It’s like he’s teasing you more. Watching him press his fingers deep inside of themself, grinding your seed within, like he’s marking himself for you.
Dark eyes dart to you, and watch how you’re watching, and one fingertip brushes against your swollen, sensitive cock. You cry out, hips arching forward to smear another heavy spurt of cum against his fingers, almost against your will. Your knot aches for something to squeeze it, and you pant, sliding your mess against his fingertips in desperate, needy slides.
His fingers match you pace, and you can’t stop. You fuck the air, and pretend it’s him, and he fingers himself deeper and deeper in time with your every thrust.
It doesn’t take long for Stardust to go rigid, delving his fingers into himself with a muffled groan, fingertips twitching against you, and you feel an echo of pleasure run through you, watching him milk around their own fingers. Soon, that would be you. You would be the one feeling his walls milk you of your cum.
Stardust is silent as he draws his fingers from himself, unable to look at you, but you don’t need him to look at you anymore. He stared enough before. When your mate seems awkwardly like they’re never going to decide what to do with himself, you make the decision for you both.
You hop up onto his chest, and curl up between their breasts, utterly content. His panting stops, just for a moment, before he relaxes again.
Your Stardust laughs once, weakly, and pets you. His hand smells like your combined juices, and you lap at a finger with a fond chirr, clicking your beak. This was how it should be.
The sooner he gave into the idea, the better, for the both of you.