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Ch 24: Duplicity🔥(Lost Coyote)

"I swear, if Curly Turtle laid one finger on those streamers again I'm going to break all his knuckles and cuff him to a flatbed trailer," I mumbled to myself.

"We've changed color schemes three times..." I removed my helmet and hopped off the speeder bike with gusto. "We're not redoing the entrance backdrop to compensate 'for the height of Zhaguai women.' These middle-aged males are going to make me batshit-crazy."

"Ok, what's the emergency?" I threw open the door to my parent's house and charged in, determined to get this 'decoration crisis' corrected and settled within the next hour. "In case you all forgot, I kinda have a lot going on toda–"

Dran was standing in my family's living room surrounded by my parents and younger brother.

"Why is he here?" I shot my eyes at my parents.

"I invited him here," my mother, Ever Oak, confessed, rubbing the Zhaguai's arm while lingering a tad too long on his bulging triceps.

"Forgive the intrusion," Dran lowered his head. He was equally flustered by my presence. Then he cleared his throat and stepped forward.

"It was my intention to deliver this information more formally."

"Oh, no you don't!" I jabbed my finger in his chest. "No more ambushes. You and me, outside now!"

Dran complied and departed through the front door.

I scowled back at the four of them before exiting and caught my oldest dad, Hammer Paw, sporting a goofy grin and sneaking me a big double thumbs up.

Fucking traitors... All of them!

I pointed Dran to the walkway toward the back fields where my family farmed herbs for their confectionaries.

"No more surprise gifts allowed," I came to a halt in the widest path running down the middle of a large garden.

"I wish only for you to see me," Dran maintained his eerily serious air.

"Ok, fine," my ears twinged. "Explain to me all this sneaking around and then showing up in my parent's home while my mother calls me up all frantic, claiming something happened to the barn decorations my brother and I spent days arranging."

"I know only that I was summoned to meet her today at this specific time," Dran's eyes were doing that thing where they feel like they're burning straight into mine and out the back of my skull.

"When you accepted my offering but challenged me to prove the value of my being, I was left with only one option," Dran smiled. "To leave Jahaa and become a member of Menthla."

"What?! No!"

"Time was limited and I needed to reach the registrar's office before closing time to set the process in motion."

Are you kidding??

Also, note to self... him backing off in silence was Zhaguai for skipping away in triumph.

"I encountered your.. Mother," Dran made sure to use the razkur word. "While waiting in line. I explained my intentions, and she offered to aid in the process.

"You can't do this, Dran," I had no idea how to talk sense into him. "What about your work with Eh'kt?"

"I seek only to be closer to you," Dran clicked with a smile. "Your mother insisted that I work with her instead, to make the process smoother. She claimed to be introducing me to an official who could complete the process today."

At least Ever Oak knew how to use her sneaky-backstabbing powers for good.

"Dran," I touched his big scaly hands. "This whole sneaking up and making grand overtures needs to stop."

"I wish for this as well," Dran inched closer.

"Good, no harm, no foul," I sighed in relief. "To be honest, most days I'm shocked you don't spit on me whenever I cross your path."

"Spit on you?" Dran scratched big coiling horns, perplexed. Then he shrugged. "I guess I can. If that's what you're into, mate."

I yoinked my fingers from his hand. "What did you just call me?"

Dran puffed his chest and cocked his chin. "Mate."

My cheeks got hot and I felt overwhelmingly lightheaded.

"That's..." I backed away. "I don't mean to be blunt, but that's impossible... insane... inappropriate!"

Dran's crooked his head sideways.

"Did you get your memories wiped?" My hands trembled and I was certain the garden beds were swirling around me. "I killed E'pire. Your mother!"

"Yes, you did!" Dran swooped and pulled me near with his hands on my face. "Before, I suspected you were interesting, but your actions on the day of the invasion erased all reservation. You didn't hesitate to protect E'pire's honor. There is no one in existence I trust more than you, Lost Coyote."

I froze.

Logically, I should have shoved him off, but those damn orange eyes never strayed.

I yanked his warm squirming quills and made him bend over to kiss him.

He growled and scooped me against his chest.

By the breaking light... there was something huge pressing on my thighs!

"There's no mystique about you," I opened my eyes and relaxed my gaze on him

"Should there be?" Dran's pupils constricted. "I know razkurs are more free-minded about copulating. Bear with me, mate. I will do my best to learn quickly."

I shook my head and laughed. "No, I think you're all caught up on the basics."

How the hell did I end up finding the one and only happy-go-lucky Zhaguai?

"Before.... that day," I felt weird coiled in his arms, even stranger when he let me down on two wobbly legs. "I very much wanted to sleep with you."

"As did I," Dran smiled, but there was pain behind his eyes. "It's good that you didn't."

"Oh?" My ears split asymmetrically.

"I would have taken hold and never let you go," he confessed. "I know bonding is different for razkurs, more fluid when there are only two. It would have been harmful for both of us but I understand your people better now."

"When did you first have suspicions?" I flicked my ears curiously.

"Huh? Oh," the tip of a black snaking quill tapped introspectively on his shoulder while he rubbed the thick nubs on the back of his neck to sift through his memories. "Since that day I saw you in the Great Hall ordering the capital refit crews on where to place the sound dampeners."

"That's the day we met," I snickered and slid my hand into his.

"Ah, so it is," Dran grinned with his pointer claw jutting up. "That's precisely when I felt the first prickle in my back quills."

We walked together back toward my parent's house.

I liked the grain of his leathery scales and scars, and the thick braided muscles flexing below.

"As I believe your mother's invitations were all deceptions," Dran's chest rumbled in anticipation. "Would you wish to remain with me until the secession ceremony tonight, LoLo-...?"

"Don't you dare call me that," I sharpened my ears and squeezed his hand.

"What do you want me to call you?" His thrumming wavered.

"My name," I curled my ears and nibbled on my lip. "...and mate."

"And your answer?" Dran got growly as his fingers started to fidget. "Mate."

My ears sprang up when I caught my parents and brother scrambling out the side door.

"Where are you all going?" I flapped my ears backward.

"Oh, we forgot we already had plans to attend a concert in the park," the little liars lied as they whispered and loaded into the truck.

"Don't wait up for us, LoLo," Hammer Paw waved goodbye. "We left food in the fridge."

"They mean well," I crossed my arms and shook my head at my beloved family skulking away. "But never let your guard down with that lot. They're shameless when it comes to getting the one thing that they really want."

"And what is that?" Dran turned his eyes to me.

"Grandchildren."

Dran raised his face and watched my family's delivery truck hover down the road.

"I stand corrected. Your mother did not lie to me!" the big Zhaguai blurted with conviction.

"Huh?"

All of a sudden, Dran threw me over the shoulder.

"My induction into Menthla is simple."

"But what about your code, and rank?" my heart raced as he carried me into my childhood home. "And all those other achievements Zhaguai risk their lives trying to obtain?"

"We will always be of the Nexus, but mates must be of one clan. Divided loyalties to different Supreme Elders is forbidden."

Dran stopped. "Or would you prefer to become a member of Jahaa?"

"Do I have to decide now?!"

"No," Dran hurried up the stairs, following the scent to my bedroom. "But the law requires that you decide in the next forty-eight hours. I will follow your lead."

Next thing I knew, I was being flopped on my bed while Dran stood over me throwing his armor on the floor.

I wriggled out of my clothes and freed my hair from its braided ponytail.

Coyo-alive!

I sat up, confronted by Dran completely unfurled.

He was as thick as two males!

Dran knelt to me as I scooted to the edge of the bed, extending my arms over his shoulders while tucking my legs into his sides.

"You taste like that hard stuff your people melt and pour over strawberries," Dran kissed and licked my neck.

"Do you mean chocolate?"

"Mmm..." he nuzzled my nose. "Cho-co-late."

Then he returned to savoring my flavor with his broad forked tongue.

"What about these?" I leaned to put some space between us and pressed my chest to free my breasts.

"Strawberries!" Dran filled his mouth greedily with my nipples.

I laughed and held tight as he lifted and pushed both our bodies into the center of the bed.

The bed creaked under his weight.

"It's ok," I tugged on the little animal-tooth necklace dangling from his neck. "There's nothing important underneath."

Dran swished his forked-tips on the tip of my nose, then readjusted, keeping his knees on the bed but planting his feet on the ground.

His brown and blue-striped chest was huge above mine and it was dark beneath his wide burly shadow. I couldn't wrap my hands around any piece of him except his long black quills.

"Next time," I touched the rippling scars on the one side of his chest. "Don't wait five years to speak up."

"But it worked," Dran spread his fangs wide to kiss me once again. "And you are Mine!"

"No arguing with results," I giggled and ran my fingertips over the rigid nodules capping his dick.

The bed rattled from his howl.

He plowed his groin against mine and shuddered to restrain his full force.

My ears crimped from the impact, but my legs hitched higher around his torso.

"This is the state you put me in every time I'm near you," Dran sank himself into my fist, making my fingers slick with his leaking swollen tip. "Every piece of you consumes me. You are worth a thousand cycles of waiting!"

The big brown and blue Zhaguai laid me out, skin to skin, on top of me, with our hands entwined over my hair and his short chest quills grinding into my breast. His internal organs vibrated like the drum section of an orchestra. The melody burrowed into my core and made me wet, like when he roared at me the other day.

His massive mouth worked its way down until he sat up with his quads propping up my hips and let the bulk of his cerulean blue hardon rest on my clit.

"You are stunning, Lost Coyote," Dran admired my nakedness while his thumb claw caressed the opening of my slit.

My lower lips parted at the sound of my name rolling through his chest.

"Like a freshly polished skull," his enormous hands splayed my thighs almost flat and then raised and straightened my right leg to drag his tongue all the way up to the back of my heel.

A giddy yelp snuck out when Dran shoved it aside to grab my waist and lunged.

"For razkurs," he paused, realizing his initiative may have been a tad overzealous. "Is it best to wait first and do something else?"

"I don't mind," I chuckled. "We can take our time later. Uh, but-"

I pressed two fingers into his pictorial, "For the record, no spitting."

"On my blood," Dran's eyes were so vivid I couldn't tell if he was being serious or playing along.

All at once, the strain of him borrowing into me knocked out my breath.

I grit my teeth and arched my back involuntarily.

This was what I wanted, but FUCK!

If this was just the tip, the sum of him was going to hollow me out!

My lungs squeaked on their own from what felt like those thick pulsing nodules parting my pelvis from the inside out.

I closed my eyes and strained to exhale, but I couldn't stop my claws from cutting into his hands.

Dran withdrew sharply. "This isn't your first time?"

"No, no," I gulped down air and patted his scarred arm. "But you're a totally different gauge and texture than I'm accustomed to."

"Hmm..." Dran looked down, pondering his glistening blue erection.

I curled up on my elbows, empathizing with his predicament. If we wanted this bonding to have any chance of surviving, it was best that I was direct.

"A triad may not be physically possible," I informed him. "You alone put me at my limit."

"Will that be enough?" Dran raised his eyes to me.

My ears contorted into an angular, are you serious?

"Mate," I yanked him closer with his quills. "I want you. No one else. It already hurt like hell when I thought we missed our chance forever."

Dran tightened his grip on my hunches.

But there was one more minor big issue I had to bring up. "Are you bothered by the prospect of an anonymous donor?"

"I couldn't give a shit," Dran growled like thunder. "I will submit to any approach that makes you happy. We could visit a medical facility today if you desire. I received my injections before leaving Sahei."

"You..."

As I understood it, that specific alteration was nearly irreversible.

"You are the only one I see," Dran combed his hand through my hair.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Dran's vibrant orange eyes darted down.

He pulled me up and rocked his thickness between my covetous folds.

Abura Below, he was so warm!

I hooked my arms around his neck while he propped me up to help me sway on that solid mast, throbbing impatiently to impale me. The pressure compounded by the beat of his heart had me purring and mewling.

Bit by bit, our wetness mixed and I was able to grind on him harder.

"Just like that," Dran moaned while nicking my nipples to attention with his fangs.

His head slipped in as his long black claws tugged my ass closer.

I yipped as each new cluster of nodules barged their way in, stretching me to unprecedented thresholds.

"Ahh, mate," Dran held me upright on his lap. "You're so tight."

I swivel my hips in little wriggling circles until he was halfway in.

"Yess!" Dran kneaded his big fingers into my shoulders and rump. "Keep doing that!"

Long exhales were crucial for withstanding his width, but slowly and steadily, I sank down around him, delving deeper with rotation.

"Ride me, mate!" He clung to me, bellowing and licked the perspiration from my clavicle.

Each plunge had me on the cusp of screaming, but I wanted all of him so badly.

"Fuck mate. Don't stop!" He leaned further on the bed corner to balance me above him. "A little more and you'll swallow me whole."

Dran pumped with more vigor and I matched his rhythm and before I knew it, he was all the way in!

"Oooohhh, wow, mate!" Dran took a moment to bask in our warm skin-tight victory. "The way you grip me. It's like the jaws of a panther suffocating its kill."

My hands trembled and my ears wouldn't lift.

Mom had often warned me of the intensity of taking on two males, but I had no idea the phenomenon was possible with only one.

Also, I really didn't like how my legs stopped doing what I told them.

Dran moved again, and I winced.

My lower half had long since surrendered, but a strange ripple stirred in my spine, aching to be pulverized.

"Only you..." I grazed my teeth on his scales.

Dran barged in again and again, rearranging all of my insides.

I laid my cheek flush to his. "This is the song I longed to hear."

He churned my insides into chaos, and I didn't care.

All of it belonged to him.

"This is the way my people truly sing together."

He tasted like sharp chunks of sea salt melted into caramel, and I didn't know why it irked me that I knew he was being gentle.

"Your ears..." Dran slowed and crooked his head sideways. "You have a question?"

"It's nothing and a bit moot at this point," I opened my eyes, feeling silly for allowing the unconscious thought to distract me.

Dran paused and waited.

"When we first met," I confided. "I was curious about you. All of us were. A number of my coworkers were encouraging me to sleep with you."

"This I know," Dran chittered and bucked inside me.

"So much for being subtle," I giggled and pecked his lips.

"I like this, wouldn't trade it for anything..." I widened my eyes to assure him of my conviction. Then my eyes wandered wistfully to the left. "But there is something to say for one-night stand sex."

"Oh?" The big orange-eyed Zhaguai was sincerely confused.

"I prefer knowing you're staying... but," Crap, how do I explain? "I'm sure you know, when time's limited... there's a different edge. Higher stakes..."

Dran stood up growling, and pulled me off him to tuck me into his arms.

"You wish to know how I would fuck you if we only had a single night together?"

I bit my lip amid a bright nod and a coy smile.

His large black quills went still over his chest as he hovered in silence briefly. I was worried he was angry until I realized this was him strategizing.

RRRROOOOAAAARRRRRRRRAAHHH!!!

Dran let his voice ring out and flipped me around.

Less than a hot second later, he crushed my bed with a single stomp forward and then folded me in half to slam me into the wall.

The broken mattress frame shifted, and he kicked his foot again, this time ripping through the cushion to brace his claws into the floorboards.

"FUUCKK!" I wheezed when his full thickness crashed into me.

Dran had my hands, face, and knees pressed to the wall as he let loose, roaring and pounding me into oblivion.

The world around me shattered with each jolted upswing.

His cock was relentless.

He had me bent over beneath him in some demented wrestling position that had my brain swirling like I was drifting beneath an ocean abyss.

My elbows buckled as he bore down to the point that I screamed.

But he didn't let go because I was cursing in Oto-Winde for him to keep going.

Dran arched his back to hammer my channel more thoroughly.

His pitch and thrust had the veins in my neck pulsing in a ludicrous frenzy.

Shit, this Zhaguai had rhythm!

Without warning or mercy, Dran crouched and bounced me on his hilt, repositioning me higher to force my weight to drop on him at a harrowing angle.

"Cunting fuck! I can't take it," I grunted incoherently, with my face bobbing up and down along the wall. "You have to..."

I was trapped in his grip and reveling in the perilous vulnerability.

"Don't stop," I pushed my knees farther apart. "More!"

It was a good thing I took down all my old posters. Otherwise, they would have been trashed.

However, I was probably going to have to put them back up again to conceal all the fresh claw marks.

"Fuck me, I can't..." I threw my head back and let him fill me. "My legs won't... Louder!"

Abura love him, Dran never let up!

He still had my legs folded tight with his exquisite blue shaft railing my pussy into a multidimensional conduit.

Dran's thrumming was deafening, and I was on the brink of losing it.

It felt like the climax of an opera sung in a long-dead language where the chorus starts repeating an ominous chant.

I didn't know if that rod of his was going to split right through me or make me lose consciousness.

"You should...be..." I struggled to put my words in the correct order. "Finish... before me."

"No," Dran brought his face beside mine and cupped my chin back. "You will cum now."

He wrapped his arm around me and stretched me over his chest.

The sound and breadth of him was insanity!

"There's so much!" I cried out. "Fuck-rising on doomsday... don't you fucking..."

I pushed my arms up into his mane behind me and wrapped my fists in his quills to prevent his magnificent body from straying away.

Ooofff!

Dran thumped us into the wall.

"Good fuck, right there!" We were grinding on the wall and undoubtedly leaving a very bizarre painting.

"Make me... Is it...?" I was dizzy. "Tear me apart!"

I shook my head in a violent panic.

"Too much! Too much!" I was panting like a crazy person while pouncing nonstop on his rugged blue cock.

Dran pinched his claws into my tits and ribcage to keep me from escaping.

I didn't know what was happening.

Was my skin going to melt off? Is there something broken internally? Did I find the lost pyramid of BomPaisy?

"Moootherfuuuu–kerrrr!!!"

The upsurge hit me like a concrete slab.

I dropped my head between my shoulders and sank my pussy on Dran like I couldn't live without him permanently lodged within me.

My mate yowled, and a torrent of warmth filled me.

I don't know why he sounded so far away.

His breath rolled over my neck, whispering and showering me in neon lights and tropical bird feathers.

"Savor this moment, mate," Dran's velvety voice clicked both in my ear and a billion miles away. "Because the second you return me, I'm going to deliver you right back there."



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~A. E. Shelly (a.k.a. Oloo)

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