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1. Praise | Lipstick (Hythlodaeus x Hades)
   
   
2. Bed Warming (Wol x Zenos)
   
   
3. Dominance/Submission (WoL x Zenos) 
   
   
4. Biting | Aphrodisiacs (WoL x Zenos)
   
   
5. Hair-pulling (WoL x Zenos)
   
   
6. Blindfolds | Sex Toys | Lingerie (Dulia-Chai x Chai-Nuzz)
   
   
7. Wet Dreams| Dry Humping (WoL x Zenos)
   
   
8. Monster Fucking | Size Difference | On the Floor (Azem x Hermes)
   
   
9. Transformation (Hades x Hermes)
   
   
10. Puppy Play (Azem x Hades)

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He applied the rich purple to his lips, the darker colour contrasting his light lavender hair. It was a new concept that he had approved just a couple of days ago, and though it was for beauty purposes, Hythlodaeus couldn't help but bring a little something to the bedroom.

Bedsheets rustled behind him, and he peaked for a moment through the mirror, his eyes meeting the sharp yellow eyes of Hades, who groaned from the slow torture Hythlodaeus was putting him through. Ignoring him, Hythlodaeus hummed a tune, applying another layer of lipstick before closing the metallic cap back on. Turning around finally, he smiled softly at the display, hips swaying as he walked over to the bed.

He was wrapped up nicely for Hythlodaeus to open like a present. Black ribbons adorned his body, keeping his hands tied behind his back. Within him was a toy that he tried desperately not to rock against, following Hythlodaeus' orders to keep still. The mattress dipped under his weight as he climbed up, taking his place next to his lover. His lips feathered against the pale skin, painting his plain canvas.

"Hythlodaeus, please," 

He shushes him, pressing his lips against the raw, bitten lips. Staining his lover's lips purple.

"Soon, my dear,"

He continues working on his artwork, trailing kisses down the neckline and stopping just above his chest. A shiver runs down Hades' spine, goosebumps forming across his body as Hythlodaeus' lips pressed gently against his plush chest. The more he continued, the more the colour faded from his lips. Hythlodaeus stopped to reapply the lipstick, smacking his lips with a satisfying pop.
He marked near enough the entire upper body of his canvas, Hades' neck, shoulders and chest coloured purple though some marks looked more like bruises. Hythlodaeus having taken extra time with those sweet spots of his.

Satisfied with the display, he shifted to sit behind him, one hand wrapping around the stiff cock as the other held the toy inside him. As he pushed the toy deeper into him, Hades whimpered, head thrown back against Hythlodaeus' shoulder.

"You've been so good and patient. I think it's time for your treat now," Hythlodaeus whispered, dragging the toy against his prostate. His thumb pressing against the tip of his cock, Hades already slick with precum, desperately trying to keep himself as Hythlodaeus toyed with him longer. Hythlodaeus purrs against his ear, teeth barely scraping against his ear lobe. He gave a gentle squeeze against the cock and slowly began stroking his length, watching Hades unravelled with each thrust into the hand. "Come for me, darling. You deserve this,"

It didn't take long for Hades to come after that, his climax hitting almost immediately. Thick ribbons paint Hythlodaeus' hand and the bedsheets with a milky white.  Not wanting to cause any overstimulation, Hythlodaeus slowly pulled the toy out from Hades' gaping hole and tossed it to the floor. 

Freeing Hades, he undid the ribbons. Once one knot came undone, the rest of the ribbon slipped off. As Hades collapsed onto the bed, Hythlodaeus wiped him down with the nearby washcloth he left for afterwards, removing the cum and lipstick stains from his body. Hades didn't have to say anything to let know he enjoyed it, watching contently through tired, hooded eyes. Discarding the cloth to the floor, Hythlodeaus gathered himself under the covers and strong arms wrapped around him, bringing him closer. 

"I love you, my dear," Hades sighed, burying his face into the lavender hair.

With a smile, Hythlodaeus chuckled, reaching up and kissing Hades once more that night. "I love you too, darling,"

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It all started as a one-night stand, needing a release from the day's events. Slowly but surely, these one-night stands became many, sneaking out from whatever camp set up to meet with him. They knew what they were doing was wrong, sleeping with the enemy whilst their friends were none the wiser. Never knowing what their Warrior of Light was doing behind everyone’s back as they kissed the one who had threatened to kill them all.

At first, things would end up as a quick session before they scamper off in the middle of the night, but they grew to stay awhile longer with each visit. It got a little too close for comfort at times, almost getting caught by imperial soldiers as they made their escape or being pulled aside by their friends before they could leave for their night of fun. Though the thrill of it hit them with the adrenaline rush they craved, they knew it couldn't continue forever. 

The sun filtered through the thin curtains, bathing the room in a warm light. The chronometer echoed through the room, ringing a few times before quieting down until the next bell tolled. They knew they had been here longer than they should have, surprised that no one had barged into the room and dragged them away. As they tried to get up, strong arms kept them close, the grip around them tightening as if never refusing to let go of its prey.

"You know I have to leave," The Warrior spoke, gliding their claws gently against the surprisingly soft skin of their enemy. 

Had it not been for the muffled sound of imperial soldiers training outside, they could have sworn they could hear the gears turning in his mind.

"No one has bothered to check up on me. There is no need to leave quite yet," 

The Warrior sighed. They wanted to curl in against the warmth and spend eternity in his arms. "Zenos, you know I need to head back. They'll be wondering where I am," Reluctantly, his arms relaxed, letting them free from his death grip.

Clothes were scattered all around the room. Had it not been for the size difference, they wouldn't have been able to tell whose clothes belonged to whom. Bedsheets rustled, followed by the sounds of footsteps against the polished flooring. Arms wrapped around them once more as they tried to tie up their shirt, hands roaming across the many scars littering their body. Zenos leaned down as much as he could and rested his chin on the Warrior's head. Their miqo'te ears twitched. They knew they wanted more from this supposed relationship. Wanting more than just being someone to sleep around with. Pushing Zenos away, they grabbed their boots from the floor, hopping along to the window as they tied them up.

Once upon the edge of the window, Zenos kept close to them, tilting their head up to look at him before they could begin climbing down the wall. There was something in his icy blue eyes that the Warrior couldn't quite put their finger on.

"Same time tonight?" Zenos asked, his face now closer to them.

They softly smiled, leaning up to place a soft but quick kiss on his lips. "Of course"

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"Are you sure you want to do this?" His Warrior asks, holding a clear bottle of potion they had created not long ago. Zenos knew his Warrior had made it correctly, checking over their ingredients more than they usually did to create this specific concoction. Still, he also knew his Warrior was wise to be cautious at times.

"I'm more than sure about this," He spoke confidently, holding on to their empty hand. "I trust that there is nothing that would harm me?"

They shook their head, looking more worried than they had been. "Of course not, I had you watch me make this, so you knew,"

"It was only a jest," He purred, reassuring them as he ran his hand through their hair.

Taking a deep breath, they finally uncapped the bottle. Two drips of the pink liquid fell into the teacup, causing slight discolouration. They handed him the cup, looking a lot smaller in his hands, before tending to their tea, putting the two drops and waiting for it to react.  He took a small sip of the tea, much sweeter than normal, thanks to the potion, but he didn't mind it. 

It wasn't long before the effects kicked in. Zenos felt an overwhelming warmth consume his body as he continued to drink the tea. Every so often, he would glance at his Warrior, surprised to see they were fine. His head began to spin a little, filling with nothing but debauched thoughts of what he wanted to do to his Warrior as it grew more clouded. The empty cup fell to the table, clattering. Immediately as the bulge grew within his trousers, it became more uncomfortable.

He felt like a predator staring down its prey and wanted to pin them hard against the sofa and fuck them until their legs would give out. As he began to prowl, he failed to see the mischievous smirk on their face. In a flash, his Warrior was already sitting on top of him, their teacup discarded to the floor. Their fangs gleamed at him as they pushed him back to the sofa. 

A hand snaked around his neck, barely brushing against the scar he had given himself long ago. He groaned as sharp claws ran through his long hair, relishing the affection. Before he knew it, his head yanked back against the arm of the sofa, his hair now trapped in his Warrior's death grip. 

"You remember your words, right?" His Warrior asked, still coherent enough to lay down some safety.

"Of course I do," Zenos couldn't help but moan from the tight grip on his hair.

They leaned forward, their luscious lips against his own, their tongues fighting for dominance as their teeth clashed. Despite his size, Zenos knew this was one battle he would lose.  Lips pulling away, a trail of saliva followed, the both of them breathless already.

Their lips leached to his neck, fangs digging sharply into the flesh. He cried a moan, head thrown back as the Warrior continued to pull back at his hair for better access to his neck.  Releasing their fangs, they admired their work on his neck, watching as the blood trickled down, staining his body and shirt. 

"Please," Zenos whimpered, trying his best to grind his aching cock against the Warrior, only for his hips to be pushed away.

"Patience," They hissed, ripping open his shirt with ease, revealing his muscular but soft chest and toned body, and they salivated at the sight of it. Their hands scratched against his abs, clawing deeply into his skin as their mouth attached to the soft flesh of his chest, biting and bruising him as much as they could. The feeling was unbearably good. At any moment, he could come right there and then. Sitting back against his crotch, his Warrior moaned sweetly, rocking their hips against his bulge, cleaning their lips and fingers of Zenos' blood.

Zenos moaned deeply at the display before him, trying his best to thrust his hips into his Warrior. "Please, fuck me," He cried, the pressure of his cock straining against his trousers was starting to get too much.

His Warrior smirked, withdrawing their hand away from their lips down the waistband of their trousers. They slipped their hand between the fabric, fingers gliding against their small clothes as they pleased themselves.  Their breathing began to hitch more with each digit they inserted into themselves, clear that their climax was soon to be. He tried to stifle his groans, biting down on his hand as the Warrior continued to jut against his hips.

"I want to hear you," The Warrior purred, swatting his hand away, and Zenos complied, holding his hands back above his head. Pleased with his behaviour, the Warrior slowed their pace before stopping, pulling their hand out of them with a gasp. Though not achieving their orgasm quite yet, their hand was slick.

They removed their trousers and small clothes, tossing them somewhere in the room. Claws digging into his thighs, Zenos cried as the Warrior began to rip away his trousers. They freed his cock from his small clothes, and immediately sprung up against his abdomen, slick with leaking precum. 

A shiver ran up his spine as the Warrior lapped at his cock, taking in the salty taste soaking the tip. The feeling was short-lived as the Warrior removed their mouth with a pop, positioning themselves on top of his length.

They both gasped loudly. The Warrior filled to the brim with the large cock whilst Zenos muttered under his breath, thankful to be finally used by his partner.  They took a moment, panting heavily at the feeling of Zenos' twitching cock inside of them.  They began with slow movements, Zenos' cock sliding against their tight walls with ease from the amount of slickness between them. 

He could feel the scales prick slowly up his skin, the primal feeling that stayed from when he merged with the Eikon. He wanted to pin them against the sofa, thrust into them like a wild animal, but he knew the keeper was in charge and wouldn't let him take over that easily. 

"My beast…" he groaned, his now draconic hands clawing at thin air as his Warrior's feline claws scratched at the growing scales.

Through fluttering eyes, they stared down at him, tail swishing with delight as it twirled around his own. "You want to touch?" They purred.

"More than anything, please, I need to,"

Their hands ran up his body, tracing over the scales as they went, guiding his arms down towards their hips.  Once his hands laid upon their hips, they bared their fangs with a grin. "Take me,"

As they demanded, he did. Picking them up, he pinned them against the sofa and quickened the pace, roughly thrusting into them as their walls tightened more against his now scaled cock. A clawed thumb found their clit, Zenos applying pressure against it, causing them to cry out in pleasure as their climax hit, their juices leaking all over his cock. He couldn't hold his own back, thrusting deeper and deeper into their cervix before finally releasing within them as he came with a deep dark growl against their ear. The movements of hips slow, feeling satisfied with enough with filling them with his seed. 

Before he could pull away, a hand twists his hair violently in their hands, baring his neck to the open air. Once more, the sharp fangs of his Warrior plunge deeply into the crook of his neck, still slowly rocking their hips into him. Their lips are painted in his blood, dripping down from their chin as they lustfully smile. With his wild grin, he took them again, wrapping their legs around his waist for another round.

He awoke with a sharp pain everywhere on his body, bite marks and bruises littering his body more than usual. A wave of lightheadedness swirled within Zenos. His mind was still slightly foggy as he lifted his head, only to fall back against the pillow. The scales of Shinryu were gone, his skin returned to its familiar smoothness, and his tail was nowhere to be found.

As he tried to get up, there was a slightly more heavy weight on top of him, his eyes peeking to see his Warrior passed out asleep. Much like his own, their body was scratched, bitten and bruised, and he admired his work. A purr rumbled throughout his chest at the sight, running his hand through their dark hair, gently enough to not rouse them from their sleep.

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He wasn't allowed to look until she said so, keeping the black blindfold in place as he waited for his mistress to return. Only in his small clothes, Chai Nuzz shivered as a cool breeze whispered in through the window. As the seconds ticked on, his tail flickered impatiently, wanting to reach down and settle his aching cock, but he knew it would displease her. A pleasing hum rang through his ears as the door to his mistress's dressing room opened, and he sat up to attention. She walked closer to him, the sweet smell of roses and honey making him ache for her more.

"Would you like to see now, my darling?" She purred, tracing her clawed finger down his jawline, brushing against his unusually scruffy beard.

"Yes, please, mistress,"

She chuckled sweetly, hands behind his head as she untied the blindfold. "Keep your eyes closed until I say otherwise,"

"Yes, mistress," he purred, putting his glasses back on his face with a helping hand from his mistress. She pushed him back suddenly, Nuzz hitting against the plush mattress. The bed dipped down as another joined.

"You can open your eyes now, my darling,"

Nuzz stared in awe. His mistress wore a luxurious purple lace bra, her large breasts filling the cups nicely. A suspender belt in the same colour hung plush against her stomach, holding the pair of glossy stockings tight against her thick thighs.  Finally, his mistress's favourite item. Attached around her hips was a black leather harness with a toy strapped to it, the faux cock colour purple matching the rest of her ensemble.  He immediately felt the ache in his crotch get worse, his cock straining against his small clothes. A wet patch formed on the fabric as his cock leaked precum against it.

"You didn't touch yourself whilst I was getting ready, did you?" His mistress asked, claws threatening to dig into his skin at any moment.

"Of course not, m-mistress," Nuzz sputtered, wishing that he did so that his mistress gave herself a reason to punish him.

Instead, she leaned forward, taking her soft, plump lips against his rough, chapped ones. Her lips tasted sweet like strawberries and cream, a favourite of hers.  When she pulled back, his mistress smiled. "Good boy," She spoke, her words immediately going to his cock.

She started with soft touches, forcing his hands above his head and demanded him to keep them there. Her gentle hands roamed his soft chest, pinching his nipples and causing him to moan in pleasure. As she continued, her claws sunk into the flesh as if kneading against it. Once she had her fun, her hands trailed down to his stomach. Though not as pliable as her own, his stomach was soft to the touch, massaging at the small pouch that hung over the waistband of his small clothes.  Much like he loved to do with her, his mistress leaned down, kissing the untoned body and taking her time with each sweet noise he made. 

"Duli- Mistress," He corrected himself, whimpering as her breasts pressed against his cock.

Seeing how her husband begged, she continued her touches. This time, her hands slipped through the waistband of his small clothes and dragged them down his legs until they were gone completely.  His cock sprung up, dripping precum over his abdomen, which his mistress lapped with delight. Her breasts now trapping his cock between them as she took the tip into her mouth. 

"Mistress, let me come. Please," Nuzz cried, burying his head into the plush pillow, rutting his cock against the breasts of his mistress. 

Removing the tip, she giggled. "Not yet, my darling," 

Lifting herself from her husband, she grabbed the bottle of oil left on the bedside table. The lid clicked open, and she lathered the cool liquid onto her fingers.

"Take a deep breath for me," She ordered, and Nuzz did. She coated his tight hole with the oil, dipping her thick finger into it. Nuzz gasped at the feeling as his mistress slid in and out with easy strokes, preparing him for when she would take him. 

"You're doing wonderful, my darling," she praised him, slipping another digit into his hole. His hands clasped at the pillow, his nails digging into the fabric and tearing at it. 

Her fingers slid out, deciding her husband was more than prepared. "I need you on your stomach for this,"

He complied, quickly turning onto his stomach with his lower end held high as his tail swished uncontrollably. His mistress applied more oil to his hole before lubing up the toy. Her soft hand ran down his back, leaving faint scratch marks along his skin. It brushes against the base of his tail, gently stroking the fur as he whines into the pillow. The tip of the cock slowly enters him, Nuzz's breath hitching as she begins to fill him up.

"More, please!" He begs his mistress, wanting to push his hips back towards her, lusting for her to enter him fully.

"Since you've been such a good boy for me," 

Without a moment's notice, he lets out a feral yowl as suddenly she snaps her hips, submerging the toy into him, immediately hitting against his prostate. Her hand clings to his hips, her claws digging into the flesh. Much like her own grip, Nuzz's grip on the pillow tightened, ruining the pillow even more than he had. Something weighs him down when suddenly, his mistress presses herself against him and pins him to the bed. Just how he loves it when she takes him. The sound of their bodies moving against one another drowned out. Nuzz's yowls vibrate throughout the room as the large bed creaks.

"Mistress… I need to,"

She cuts him off, her hand wrapped around his cock, rubbing against the slit as more precum leaks all over her hand, and he moans, melting into her touch.

"You're so good, Nuzz," she pants, nuzzling against his neck, peppering kisses all over. "So kind, so caring, loving… I love you so much,"

Soon Nuzz cried loudly, her teeth sinking deep into the scruff of his neck, pinning him roughly deep into the mattress. "Dulia!"

"Come for me, darling,"

And he did, coming undone as he spilt onto her hand and the bedsheets, quickly becoming a rutting mess in her hand. She continues her thrusts against him, taking it slow and easy as she watches her husband enjoy the high of his orgasm. Once spent, she pulls the toy from him with a gasp, and Nuzz falls to bed in a puddle of his cum. He doesn't hear her excuse herself, focusing more on calming down, pulling the now ruined pillow closer and taking in her sweet scent. 

She makes him lay flat on his back, cleaning up his sweaty face with a cold, damp washcloth as she brushes his hair from his forehead. She wipes away the cum, trying her best not to stimulate him again as she cleans his stomach. As she purrs, Nuzz joins in, his tail curling up to meet her own that curls toward him. The end of their tails joining, never to let go. 

With his head resting against her plush thighs, Nuzz looks at her, smiling. "I love you so much, Dulia," He whispers, reaching a hand up to caress the soft cheeks of his wife. 

She presses into the touch, holding his hand within her own as she sweetly kisses it. "And I love you, Nuzz,"

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He awoke to limbs tangled around his body, clutching to him for dear life. At first, Zenos had thought they had succumbed to another nightmare, their head drenched with sweat as they whimpered his name. He brought them closer, his hand running through their hair to soothe their worries, whispering sweetly into their ear.

It wasn't until their hips moved against him. He knew it was something else.

Zenos watched with curiosity, a smirk spread across his face as his Warrior buried their face against his chest, mouthing against the strong muscles.  From what he could see, their face contorted with focus, mumbling something in their sex-driven sleep.  His hand trailed down their back, scratching the surface of their skin with gentle touches. Their tail begins to puff up, swishing wildly, panting harder than before.

"Good," He whispers into their ear, his hand brushing against the base of their tail. His Warrior whines, trying to get more friction against his muscular thigh through damp, small clothes. 

"I know you can do it. You're doing so well," He praises them. With a few more thrusts, his Warrior comes with a cry, waking up immediately as soon as their climax hits. 

"Shit, shit, shit," The Warrior mutters, noticing their juices leaking down onto Zenos' thigh. He watches as they try to pry their tangled limbs from his body, their cheeks growing rosy.

"Would you like to tell me what that was all about?" Zenos snarks, nuzzling against the top of their head. 

His Warrior squeaks, further hiding in his arms. "How long have you been awake?" They ask before muttering something about leaving them to die from embarrassment.

He chuckles. "Oh, long enough to see you come undone"

As their leg brushed against his crotch, Zenos hummed in delight, not realising his aching cock was pressed against the pyjama shorts he wore. His Warrior's blushed deepened at the sound before reaching their hand down to trace over the tent. 

"It looks like I'm not the only one who enjoyed this," They purred.

With his Warrior pinned against him, he growls deeply, nipping against their ear.

"Well then, we best get on with it,”

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A cold, wet nose pressed against the back of his neck, taking in his scent as he melted into the touches as paw-like hands ran slowly along his body.

"You smell so good," They grumbled. A rough tongue quickly replaced the nose touches against his neck. 

Hermes couldn't help but moan. Part of him was still quite terrified, trapped in the arms of the huge beast, but he knew Azem was still very much there. 

He thought back to how he got into this mess. Azem had run up to him mischievously as they always did, whispering about how Hythlodaeus had supposedly let them try out a new concept. While quite suspicious, Azem had assured him that it wouldn't affect him unless he wanted to try it. Promising that no harm would come upon him.

They had arrived at Azem's apartment, where they showed off the concept. A small vial of blueish-green liquid. They stated that drinking it would transform you into whatever form would fit you and that Hermes was there to be sure it didn't go wrong. 

Their transformation hadn't been how he thought it was, the sound of bones breaking and snapping into place as they took on their new form. Fur sprouted all over them as they clutched tightly to their body shifted to fit more of a canine in a matter of moments.

Soon he found himself in the presence of the bipedal wolf creature, glowing eyes staring down as they towered over him. Every inch of his body screamed at him to run, but it wasn't until Azem spoke that his urge to fight or flight had gone.  The nibbling of sharp teeth against his neck brought him back to reality, letting out a cry that sounded more like the squawking of a bird.

"I'm sorry," Azem grumbled an apology and began licking the wounds with their long, rough tongue.

"It's fine. I was just surprised. You can continue. I quite liked it," Hermes blurted out, his cheeks growing warm with embarrassment.

"Is something the matter, dear?" Azem growled with delight, noticing the tent that popped up against Hermes' robe. 

He flustered again, wanting to hide his face from the wolf as they trailed their paw-like hands around his body.  It wasn't until they reached his crotch, they hesitated for a moment. He put his hand against their furred one, slowly moving it over his cock. 

"Does seeing me like this do something for you?" 

He could feel something against his backside, and as he rubbed back against it, Azem growled deeply. Their touches against Hermes became rough for a moment. 

"Please," Hermes breathed out as Azem continued their touches against his body, desperate for them to tear his robes from his body. Against his neck, the wolf smiled widely, sharp canines threatening to sink into his neck at any moment. Licking the soft skin, he shivered underneath them.

Suddenly, Hermes found himself on the floor, pressed against the cold slate flooring as Azem clawed at his robes, the fabric tearing with each swipe.  He was soon naked before them, the soft paw pads running down his muscular body, licking their lips as if Hermes was prey trapped in their claws.

Their cock was fully unsheathed and on display for Hermes to see, the tip glistening in the warm light. His cock laid against his stomach, stiff and aching to be touched as precum leaks onto him.  The rough tongue of Azem licks against his body, leaving a long trail of saliva drooling from their mouth. 

Within their hand now sits his cock, and he whimpers as their hand tightens around it. They give his cock a quick lick, lapping at the come slicking from his cock, sharp teeth threatening to tear into him at any moment as they graze against him. His legs were lifted over their shoulders, and immediately, Hermes crossed them around the thick-furred neck. The fur tickled against his thighs.

"May I?" Azem grumbles, tongue lolling out of their mouth as they look up at Hermes.

His hand fisting the fur on top of their head, Hermes nodded. The feeling of their tongue against the tight muscle is strange at first. A shiver sent up his spine as Hermes recoiled slightly from the feeling. 

"Fuck," He whimpers, the grip on their fur tightening as their tongue begins to penetrate him. His whimpering soon turns to loud moans as the rough tongue spreads his hole open, deepening itself against his walls with each movement of their tongue.  He can feel himself getting close from this alone, but he wants Azem inside of him before he can, wanting to feel their thick cock inside of him.

"Fuck me, please," Hermes begs, and Azem complies. Pulling their tongue out, he cries from the empty feeling as Azem attempts to soothe him by brushing their furred face against his own. 

It isn't until the tip of their cock slowly slides into him. Hermes feels full once more. It was already a lot for him to take in, they were barely inside of him, yet the sheer girth of their cock filled him to the brim.  They give him a moment, licking against his neck to comfort him as he relaxes against them. He'd never taken anything so big before, only being used to Azem's normal size and his other two partners. 

Azem starts to rock their hips into Hermes, allowing him to take them inch by inch. Soon they were inside of him completely, Hermes gasping at the feeling of the tip pressed against his prostate. His body begins to tremble from the sensation. There was no going back as Azem continued their gentle thrusts against him. 

Something inside Hermes snaps, staring straight into their glowing eyes. "Take me, take me as hard as you can!"

There is a slight hesitation in their eyes. "I don't want to hurt you, my lovebird," Azem whines. 

He pulls them down by the fur of their chest, tracing his tongue over the sharp fangs. Azem accepts his invite, their tongues dancing against each other, Hermes mumbling sweetly between each breath. 

"Take me now," He demands, and Azem does, throwing away any self-control in exchange for animalistic instincts. Their claws slide along the flooring, trying their best to get a grip on the stone as they pound harshly into Hermes, his sobs and cries echoing against the walls of their home. 

"Oh, stars!" Hermes gasps, for a moment believing he can see them as the wolf above them dug their fangs into the crook of his neck. His climax is almost immediate, spending all over himself as Azem continues to press deeply into his body.

He feels something soon brush against his insides, getting bigger and bigger with each movement. Above him, Azem pants frantically, drooling over his come-covered torso. Another orgasm builds up, feeling more sensitive than before as the knot hits harshly against his prostate.

“Azem!” Hermes cries. Azem growls, and with one final thrust, they release into him with a loud howl - come spilling out of Hermes as they fill him to the brim.
Hearing Hermes’ pitiful and sensitive cries, Azem slows their pace until stopping completely, allowing the knot within him to calm down.

It had been a bit until Azem felt comfortable enough to pull out of Hermes, cum dripping from his gaping hole.  They laid down next to him, and he shifted to cuddle against their chest, wincing from the pain in his backside. Their long nails scratched against his scalp gently. While mostly back to normal, some obvious wolfy traits had stayed. The wolf's ears twitched towards a sound outside, tail swishing back and forth against the marble flooring.

"What in the stars has happened here?" 

They both snapped their heads up towards the voice, and Azem's ear fell flat against their head as Hermes blushed immensely.

Standing in the doorway, Hades stared in shock at the two while Hythlodaeus leaned against the wall, trying his best not to have a laughing fit.

They scrambled up, Azem trying their best to hide the ears and tail as Hermes picked up whatever of his robe was left.

"We, uh, can explain?" Azem said, grinning, unknowingly showing off the canine-like teeth. 

"Oh really now?" Hades huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he walked over to them. He eyed Hermes first, relieved to see that there weren't any changes until he looked at Azem, his disappointment returning rather quickly. Hades poked and prodded at them, tugging the ears and tail while muttering something about this being a very dedicated prank. It wasn't until Azem yelped that he realised it wasn't a prank. All he could do was sigh.

"Please explain how you got yourself into this?" Hades asked, continuing to observe their now partially canine partner.

"I may or may not have got access to a concept that allowed me to do this," Azem answered.

Hades whipped round to Hythlodaeus, who looked just as surprised as he did. "Don't look at me, darling. I'm in the dark here as well," 

"So you're telling me. You stole a concept, that most likely had not been approved yet, tried it and ended up like this?" Hades questioned, gesturing to Azem's wolfy looks. "And you got Hermes involved as well?"

"Just for the sex part," 

If looks could kill, Azem would have been dead five times tonight as Hades stared more than just daggers at them. Turning his attention to Hermes, his golden eyes softened. "Hyth, you take care of Hermes. I need to start this unruly pup's training," 

Taking his hand, Hermes felt Hythlodaeus pepper his body with soft kisses, preening some of the loose feathers. "Let's get you cleaned up, dear," He spoke, leading him towards the bathroom as a dark aura swirled around Hades. Leaving Azem to their punishment.

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Hi everyone, FangandPen here!

As you all know, I've been under the weather for a few day and due to that, my mental health has slowly gone down the drain, making it difficult for me to continue writing for now.

I've tried my best to keep up with this and tried ways to make this easier for myself but with the decrease of my energy and the resurgence of my writer's block, I've made a decision on the future of the rest of the collection of prompts. Rather than keeping it as a kintober challenge, I will be changing it to just be a collection of nsfw fics I have wrote and are currently in the works.

While I knew I wasn't going to be able to write for every day of this challenge, I wanted to at least try and see how I did with it to decide if I would be up to do it again next year. It was really just poor planning on my part as I started it pretty much day one with no plans in mind for the rest of it. 

I will try to continue with the prompts I chose for myself and upload them when they are done, but I can't guarantee that they will be out before the month is over.

Over the course of the next few days, this collection will have some updates such as title change, table of contents and chapter titles though the tags and pretty much everything else will stay the same until the next time I post something.

Thank you everyone for all of the kudos and views so far, I didn't really expect this to be read by so many people with such a short collection, and I hope you continue to read whatever I put out next in the future

~      FangandPen      ~

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A dark aura fills the room, casting a dark shadow above him as he lays against the crumpled bedsheets.

"Hades, couldn't we get in trouble for this?" Hermes asks as a black tentacle snakes around his waist, pulling him closer.

"In public, yes," Hades growls his answer, and Hermes shivers under the gleaming gaze of two pairs of white eyes. "In private, however,"

More tentacles slither along his body, a pair caressing against his muscular chest, his nipples growing hard immediately as the tentacles suction onto them. Another pair crawl between his legs, one wrapping around his long stiff cock as the other tickles around his tight hole.

"But… what if H-Hythlodaeus and Azem- what if they come home and see us?" Hermes gasps as the tentacle makes its way into him, easing itself further with each thrust. 

Though he couldn't see his face properly, Hermes knew Hades was smirking behind the metal mask that covered the eldritch being. "Those two have come undone under this form more times than they could count with their fingers combined,"

Grey hands soon join in, one trailing across the tanned skin while the other slicks against the tip of his cock, milking him of his precum along with the tentacle. 

Tiny blue feathers begin to form at the base of his skin, which slowly turns turquoise as the aether swirls within his body. It scratches against the inside of his skin, threatening to break free at any moment as Hades continues to play with him. "Hades, please," 

He doesn't say anything but chuckles darkly, pressing the coldness of the metal decorations against his skin as he withdraws his hands. The thick tentacle with Hermes' ass slides out with some resistance, leaving him feeling empty and needing to be filled again.

There's a stiffness against his leg, and Hermes glances down to see Hades' large erection pressed from underneath his robes. He whimpers and whines, his body aching to be filled by the massive cock and rocks against it as Hades pushes his hips against his own.

"That's it," Hades hisses with delight. "I want - I need to see you… how you truly are,"

An aetheric light glows brightly on the surface of his skin, battling against the shadowy darkness of Hades' aether. Blue feathers spread across his now shimmering turquoise face, closed over with the mask he had grown accustomed to wearing in this form. Large blue wings fan out from his back, along with smaller pairs that sprout from the side of his head, blue feathers falling down. 

The blackened tentacles belonging to Hades dance around his body again, some spreading the now bird-like legs wider as others tangle around his feathery tendrils. One of the tentacles pulls back at Hades' robes, revealing the large slick cock from underneath. Hermes almost cries at the sight, needing to be filled by him. His mouth opens agape, his voice soft.

"Take me," 

With a single thrust, Hades enters him with a demonic growl, and Hermes cries out, his angelic voice echoing against the walls.

Hermes goes to cover his mouth, but the grey hand of Hades grabs him by the wrists, pinning him to the bed with his heavy weight as the sharp claws dig into the skin. 

"I want to hear you scream my name,"

And he does, Hades' name coming out of his mouth more like a squawk than a scream, but it's his name that leaves his tongue. 

Each thrust feels harder than the last, becoming more feral as Hades pounds into him at an ungodly pace. His inner muscles tighten around the thick appendage as it continues to press deeply against his prostate. 

Hades soon comes inside of him, filling him up with his come so much it begins to leak from Hermes' widened hole. As he does, Hades leans closer to his ear. "Release yourself for me," He whispers. 

Hermes moans loudly, pressed hard against the mattress as he spends his cum all over himself and Hades, white ribbons painted on their bodies as the tentacles milk him for all he has.


Tentacles and tendrils untangle themselves from each other as Hades soon pulls himself out, Hermes whimpering at the empty feeling, cum leaking from his gaping hole. The mixture of two varying aethers begins to die down, and slowly but surely, the two revert back to their normal forms. 

"Did you enjoy that?" Hades asked, his fingers dancing along the base of the wings that sat folded against Hermes' still, melting into the touch as Hades brushes the loose feathers from his messy hair.

"Very much so," Hermes hums, curling against the warmth of Hades body, much like always after sex, tiredness began to overcome him. "Thank you, Hades,"

"I love you, my songbird," He whispers softly, watching as Hermes drifts off to sleep.

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As soon as the bathroom door closed, a snap echoed throughout the empty living room. A black leather collar snapped around their neck as for a chain leash, leading into Hades' hand. He sat back in the armchair, tugging on the leash to get them to heel by his side, but they refused, staying put in their spot.

His frown deepened as he gave the leash another harsh tug. "Do not make me punish you even further, and it won't be the kind you're thinking of," He spat.

They pictured themselves being paraded through the streets of Amaurot by collar and chain, staying close to Hades' side, and their tail began to wag at the thought. Another tug withdrew them from their thoughts, and this time they complied.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Hades tutted, flicking a small spark of lightning to their face as they began to stand up. "If you're going to be a dog, then you better act like one,"

Getting onto their hands and knees, they crawled over to him, Hades grinning as they did so. Once close enough, his hand ran through their hair, rubbing their ears between his fingers. "Good boy. Now that wasn't so hard,"

"Hades I-"

"Quiet, mutts like you shouldn't speak," He spoke, silencing them with the snap of his fingers, and Azem felt their ears droop back. They knew they wanted to disobey him badly, but a small part of them wanted to listen to his every command, just like a good boy, as he called them.

"Now then, I'm going to teach you some restraint, including restraining that vicious bite of yours," With another snap of his fingers, dark red leylines weaved their way around their body, pulling their wrists behind their back as a muzzle formed around their mouth. Leaning back in his chair, Hades smiled at his work so far. "If you be a good boy and do as I say, then there may be a nice treat for you afterwards,"

Their eyes quickly drew attention towards Hades, their tail wagging wildly behind them at the mention of the word. "Yes sir-"

Suddenly the leash goes taut, yanking them forward towards his feet.

"Dogs do not speak," Hades reminds them.

All they could do was whimper in response.

"Good, now let us begin, shall we?"