A Maléan Mount

Original AN: I wonder if only humans can love… I think we would have to make it a lot more of a complicated emotion than it really is to say that it is only ours. Not to say that love is not complicated, but I believe keeping it to ourselves would… constrict in a way that I don’t think it was meant to be restricted… Anyway, that has nothing to do with this one-shot whatsoever.

Pure smut and some spoilage if you're not familiar with Malé. :D

ActualAN: Hot dog, where was I during those days? Well, here I am. Adulting (not here) and not quite liking working 60hr weeks for jobs A, B, AND C. Not liking it one bit. So. Help me write, wouldja? I have a Patreon, so this is a preview. Get some porn. It'll be nice. 

Mount

“Fuck, no!”

This was Monse’s fifteenth iteration, but the first ones were quite quick, probably ten in a row. But he had wanted to make it absolutely clear that he didn’t want to answer in any way positive to Delgio’s first advance, his “I’m going to fuck you.” At the moment, that didn’t seem as if it was in any way just an advance but more like a promise. A very scary promise.

Monse has always been a mild man. As a supposed Karkaza, people thought him almost abnormally genial, never being in need of too much Kliwer blood, or sometimes any, over extended periods of time. His parents had even taken him to doctors to make sure he was okay, and his slave, his dear slave Damien, even he thought him too much of a softy for a Karkaza. Monse was strong, of course, as he was Brekar of the Porse. He was extremely handsome, by Maléan standards, as well; people from Skinded planets- as opposed to the Furred or Mixed- thought all the world’s inhabitants gorgeous.

And he was a hermaphrodite. Well, evidently, he was always a hermaphrodite, born with a Took and a Hook, which fed and was fed by each other, respectively. The word for hermaphrodite in Maléan was the phrase for a snake eating its tail, which was great since he was a Dragon Kallis. His scales had a purplish tint to them, making his already brown skin sort of bluish. People thought he was still beautiful. His blue wings made him better, dark blue hair and crystal blue diamond blue eyes- yea, they were blazing. Tall, intelligent, sexy- the whole shebang, nine yards, all that and a bag of chips- yes, yes, yes.

And this was just coming from the Kliwers, the slaves who wanted him as their master, a lovely, gentle man, still strong and able. What more could they want?

Karkaza masters wanted a feisty, delicious, powerful, lovely slave; Monse would have fit that mark if he wasn’t a Karkaza and automatically thought to not have tasty blood that would heal their wired Hooks.

But close friends knew differently, close friends in that blasted room where that blasted Ancient Eksa showed it all, all those blasted mysterious exposed. They were better off without such booms.

And now everyone knew that his blood probably tasted magical, and there was nothing that he could really do to keep the Karkaza masters away, especially Delgio Kar.

It didn’t help that they have had a past relationship, a positively romantic one, a sex positive positioning between them and Delgio’s slave Ashelee and his own slave. It had been wondrous and exotic. But they were all different men then, and now there was a new environment that has changed them forever, never to go back. At least, that is what the three thought.

The lone wolf had been Delgio. It wasn’t as if he wanted the lovey-dovey foursome to be all lovey-dovey again. All he wanted was to fuck Monse senseless, and Monse had not the slightest doubt that he could do that with the expertise of a green belt.

But everything was grinding to a halt- the fight was going in the wrong direction- his kicks were blocked with one hand as he tired himself out. He has not had his magic blocked often- Blackened, as the saying goes- and his quick hits were too weak against the man who was two feet taller than him, gigantic and lustfully hungry. Plus, he was starting to panic, and his mind was directing much-needed attention and resources away from straining muscles to feed the flight response. It wasn’t long before Delgio had him pinned down, and fearing for his life as Delgio, who was only skin- that is, not part animal- bared long terrible fangs. Those things could scratch at his windpipe if he sunk his teeth deep enough on the side of his neck.

“You’re mine now, boy,” he said, voice gorgeously silky and heavy with arousal.

“I’m older than you,” was Monse’s weak response. He struggled a bit, to no avail, of course. Delgio pulled his arms further above his head, his shirt leaving his jeans and ripping around the custom-made hole for his tail in his top. Now, his body stretched so, he felt like a tense rubber band ready to be plucked- or fucked.

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