How Sammy Met Andee (Unabridged)

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Andee wasn't sure what he'd been expecting.

The shared sleeping chamber was, for all intents and purposes, a massive version of Samael's primitive-ass bed-nest. He scowled from the comfort of his partner's arms, staring at the numerous pillows, hand-knit blankets and hides of all variations scattered about the spacious cavern. Most of them had already been occupied by other members of the tribe. Andee didn't miss the fact that the majority of those smelly bastards hadn't bothered to clothe themselves, either, making Samael's casual nudity feel commonplace.

Wooden boxes and crates dotted the sprawling nest, sporting lanterns, candles, battery-powered lamps and whatever sparse personal items these weird, communal rednecks possessed. The makeshift nightstands were otherwise unmarked, leaving Andee to slowly realize that the tribe must have treated this already-public space as genuinely fluid...and he hated that it reminded him of the open-air hammocks in Xulod, where the bats dozed off in whatever spot happened to be free at the moment without any care for the security of their property.

Samael seemed to be on a mission as he wound purposefully around the members of his family that had already flopped out on the comfortable blankets. Andee frowned and glanced in the implied direction before spotting his purple and orange poncho folded messily on a carved wooden box near one of the welcoming fireplaces. "God, could ya pick somewhere any more gay?" he mumbled.

Samael chuckled and nuzzled through his headfur. "If you don't wanna be near that nice, warm fire..."

Andee shivered involuntarily as a bit of water dribbled off his damp form. "F-fuck you, Fiffy, get me over there 'fore I kick ya ass..."

His partner smiled and made his way to the spot Azazel must have secured, and Andee instantly felt the alluring heat from the flickering flames across his wings. He muttered his approval before poking a claw into his companion's chest. "A'right, a'right -- set me the fuck down so I c'n make sure ya big, dumb cousin ain't fucked with none'a my shit..."

"That's rude, Andee!" Azazel's voice sounded from a darker corner near them. "Even if that dildo I saw in 'ere looked purdy fun!!"

Andee squinted in that direction and then offered a rude gesture. "Haw, haw! Real funny, ya snaggle-toothed bastage!" he called back before peering into his poncho and pawing through the contents within...not that he'd actually expected anything to be missing. Every tribe had its assholes, but he had yet to meet Womb's.

Not that there wasn't time to still be proven wrong.

He grumbled a few curses under his breath as he shook the poncho once, then plucked up his hat to peer beneath it as well. This was all so strange -- he couldn't even remember the last time he'd slept in the open hammocks, or when he'd last allowed himself to drift off surrounded by anyone beyond his two friends, or his stupid puppy. The vulnerability he'd felt before was nothing compared to the thought of falling asleep among total strangers.

Well, mostly total strangers.

He sighed and finally looked over at Samael...and his heart nearly burst through his ribs at the sight of the chupa stretched out comfortably on his side, his masculine frame glowing in the firelight as every chiseled curve, polished piercing and sinuous smile battled what remained of Andee's logical senses. The brown-and-black crawbear rug beneath the rebel only served to further accentuate his grey fur, the combined visage offering more fulfilling satisfaction than every succulent bite of the recent feast.

"The fuck you think's gonna happen, ya dick-dreamin' bastard?" Andee demanded even as he flopped down with his back to Samael's broad chest. A strong arm wrapped around his torso and he grimaced, then wordlessly relaxed against his companion. "Dunno how the fuck you bastards can stand this open-air shit..."

Samael remained silent, offering only the gentle pressure of his muzzle atop Andee's head as they basked together in the warmth of the lively fire. Andee squirmed, unsure whether or not he liked the fact that his puppy whispered no coy promises or cheeky half-denials. There was no way Samael didn't sense his thudding heartbeat, or the heat pulsing out from his core in spite of his still-wet fur, or the jagged breaths that washed across the chupa's arm.

He could fight this. He wasn't blinded by lust, he didn't have the same lack of restraint as his impulsive partner.

He was just going to save the desires for later, close his eyes and let the dancing flames and secure embrace lull him into some much-needed sleep.

...Except then, the moaning started.

His eyes snapped open and he lifted his head as his ears swiveled toward the source. He knew Samael's guttural sounds, and that certainly wasn't one of them. No, it was coming from a shadowy figure several meters away...attached to a different shadowy figure. The bat blanched, both cursing and blessing his night-vision as his eyes quickly adjusted to determine the nature of the activity.

"Christ, you wasn't fuckin' kid--" he began, only to be cut off when a different voice drew his attention away so he could gawk at the sight of the silhouetted woman holding another pack member's head tenderly against her waist. "Oh, what the fuck?" he hissed, pretending he didn't feel a stir of his own. Xulod didn't foster a prudish culture by any means...but this was no scheduled event, no well-planned orgy with a predetermined roster and a thoughtfully-arranged location.

This was a bunch of horny rednecks going to town on each other merely because they wanted to, because the enervating mood of the celebration hadn't ceased surging through their blood, because they didn't give a fuck about propriety, or social norms, or common decency.

It made Andee's throat tight and he tried to convince himself it was only discomfort, only disgust...not intrigue, and certainly not excitement. He choked down a lump of spit and then gripped painfully into Samael's wrist. "Geezus, you fuckers really got no shame," he mumbled as he clamped his talons into Samael's thighs.

Samael's baritone rumbled against Andee's spine, his chuckle only exacerbating the desire bubbling away in the bat's chest. "Tried to tell ya, hon." He rubbed his jaw against one of Andee's ears, his soothing murmur barely audible over the hearth. "Jus' close yer eyes 'n get yerself a snooze -- promise ain't no one lookin' at us."

Andee shifted back against his companion. His breaths quickened but he knew Samael was right. They were both exhausted, it'd been a helluva long day.

But his eyes then caught a glimpse of Azazel now sprawled on his back with another burly packmate bent over him. No dark corner could hope to hide the display of intimacy, their jaws agape in tandem as fangs gleamed in the firelight while passionate pleas flit easily between their joined forms.

The chill of the lingering dampness was gone, replaced by a violent shivering that originated from the uncontrollable hunger demanding Andee's attention. He could feel sweat running across the studs in his jaw, his tongue flicking out briefly to lick the salty release from the end of his nose ring.

The warmth of Samael behind him and around him was too much to bear. Fuck the embarrassment, the idiotic attempt to hold himself above these backwoods motherfuckers. He was here now, and they'd accepted him as one of their own, whether or not he wanted it. And if they could freely, shamelessly flaunt their desires to the world...then Andee would be goddamned if he didn't do the same.

He twisted around under Samael's arm, glaring up at the blue eyes that swirled with tenderness, curiosity, surprise and perhaps a bit of well-deserved apprehension. "Then maybe we should give 'em somethin' to look at," Andee uttered roughly as he dug his claws into his partner's shaggy coat. "Show ya motherfuckin' pack how we fuckin' do it in Xulod."

Samael's eyes widened with excitement and Andee's heart pounded that much harder when the rebel pulled him close to his chest and then rolled over to lovingly press the bat into the soft crawbear hide below. "Oh fuck me, Andee, I been wantin' you so bad," he murmured as his muzzle burrowed into the bat's neck.

"No shit, ya dirty whore," Andee rasped before leaning up to sink his teeth into Samael's shoulder, prompting a violent shudder to roll through the chupa's bulky frame. "But you gonna need take a fuckin' rain check, 'cause you're gonna fuck me first..."

The shocked twitch from Samael provided Andee with a satisfaction impossible to put to words. The chupa pulled his head back, their eyes glimmering in the fiery glow as they locked together. "Oh, hon..."

Andee licked his lips and wrapped his arm around Samael's head while the desire rapidly built to a deafening tattoo in his ears. "No fuckin' questions, Samael. You heard what I said."

Samael whimpered even as he nodded several times and pushed his snout against Andee's nose. "I sure fuckin' did," he panted. He ran his tongue across his partner's maw before shifting down and kissing along Andee's collarbone as the bat loosened the grip around his skull with an approving grumble.

Andee closed his eyes when Samael's affections passed over his thumping heart, then arched his back as he felt the strong fingers grasping into his hips. The bat's talons dug into the crawbear hide and he pushed his waist upward in response, his swollen arousal grinding into Samael's masculine breast and eliciting an anxious whine from the chupa.

The three or four practical brain cells still operational in Andee's overwhelmed mind shouted at him to be sensible, to remember how painful that first time had been without lubrication. But his urges were louder, ordering him to trust his partner, to trust that their unbridled passion would make it work...or at the very least numb the worst of it.

He nonetheless shuddered when he felt the steel-stiff flesh pressing against a thigh, bucking his hips in anticipation but restrained from more than a centimeter or so of movement thanks to the firm grip around his sides. "C-C'mon, Fiffy, yanno what I fuckin' want," he whispered hoarsely as the hide beneath them tore from the wanton flex of his talons.

"I got you, Andee," Samael replied around the kisses he planted along Andee's waistline, his eyes still trained on the bat's eager features. "Fuckin' hell, yer so goddamn hot..."

Andee trembled but let the happy little lie glide right into his barren self-esteem, a low moan sliding out of his maw in return. Whatever stupid and combative response he might have constructed was lost when Samael's tongue curled around his sheath. The bat groaned but couldn't form a protest at Samael disobeying his orders, relegated to simply watching hungrily while his companion nuzzled into his crotch and then drew his tongue slowly from the very base of his towering arousal to the trembling tip.

"F-f-fuuuck," Andee stammered before throwing his head back when Samael's jaws parted and closed around his erection. "Oh fuck me," he hissed, grasping desperately into the soft bear rug as one of his feet shot forward to clamp tightly around Samael's muscular thigh. His companion's own malehood bobbed threateningly against his shin but he could only add it to the list of blissful sensations assaulting his senses. He'd never wanted Samael this badly, but the bastard was taking his sweet goddamn time...and it was fucking amazing.

Andee let out a sharp huff when Samael's snout touched neatly to his waist to completely bury the bat's prodigious length in his throat. The excited burst of fluids into his partner's jaws wasn't a climax, but Andee's guttural cry fired across the chamber with enough energy that it could have been.

He cursed under his breath at Samael's delighted purr and cracked his eyes open to watch his partner smiling around the countless centimeters of bat dick, his gaze drowning Andee in the kind of praise only the strange redneck could somehow muster mid-fellatio. Andee's lips were dry and he ran his tongue along his maw before letting out a shuddering gasp when Samael pulled his head back in a single, smooth motion.

The bat's slick malehood was left twitching stiffly to rest against the end of Samael's muzzle as the crimson studs gleamed in the warm light of the hearth. Andee opened his jaws in an attempt to redirect Samael to his appointed task, but he was suddenly distracted by an appreciative murmur from several meters away. He twisted his head around and instinctively yanked a corner of the crawbear hide over himself when he spotted a random packmate's eyes glinting in the darkness as they shamelessly watched the partners' passionate display.

He tried to muster the unabashed boldness he wore proudly in Xulod, but the self-consciousness was a blaring klaxon he couldn't ignore. His eyes bulged somewhat and his ears flattened while the foot clamped into Samael's thigh dug in harder, his sharp claws sending thin trails of blood down Samael's leg. He considered demanding Samael to stop, hating the way his confidence crumbled as a second pair of eyes joined the first in their eager observance.

But as he opened his trembling jaws to utter the words, Samael's hands closed gently around his thighs and jerked his attention violently back to his companion. His protest morphed into speechless gawking as the rebel gingerly pried the bat's foot from his leg, then pushed both of Andee's thighs higher. Andee had little hope of offering more than a gargling moan of blissful surprise when Samael leaned down and ran his thick tongue between the bat's ample buttocks. "O-o-oh shit," Andee muttered, his back arching painfully again while his fingers clamped into the hides once more. "Oh shit...."

Samael replied with a happy rumble, nuzzling briefly into Andee's dangling testicles and then pushing his maw down further so he could make a slower pass of his tongue over Andee's entrance. Andee still felt the stares of their gawking audience even as he dropped his chin into his own chest and hissed his pleasure through clenched teeth. "S-Sammy...they's fuckin' w-wuh-watchin'..." he managed.

The glorious pressure halted as Samael hesitated and then pulled his head back to gaze at Andee with tender concern as if the bat's dribbling malehood wasn't still swaying between them. "We c'n stop if ya want, hon," he whispered while rubbing a thumb soothingly over the inside of a quivering thigh. "But I don't really wanna..."

The plain truth in Samael's words somehow carried both his supplication and his boundless confidence, and Andee was left once more with a parched throat. He shot a dark glare over to their voyeurs again, then exhaled raggedly as he stared into Samael's eyes. He couldn't feel the hungry gaze of the pack there, only a raw, genuine compassion that served to dull the alarms in his ears more than any lustful desires could hope to do.

But the lustful desires were pretty convincing, too.

He licked at his nose ring again and then threw the hides off his chest to allow his slender, squirming frame to be fully visible once more. "Fuck it, then...me, neither," he rasped. He tried to take strength from his partner's self-assurance. "G-get back to fuckin' work, Fiffy..."

Samael's delighted smile was enough to coax free a thin stream of ecstasy that traveled the length of Andee's shaft as the chupa murmured inaudible words of praise while lowering his head into position as he lifted Andee's legs higher. Andee did his best to ignore the growing number of peering gazes from the fire-lit chamber, putting all his focus on the wondrous sensations Samael was pouring onto him.

His whole torso was angled up now, only his shoulders and arms pressing into the comfortable furs. His breaths grew quicker as he stared across his chest at the top of Samael's head bobbing and swaying in time with his eager ministrations; Andee didn't need to see his tongue to feel it grinding and lapping at his passage while his lover pushed insistently forward to mash his snout harder against the bat's hindquarters. Andee allowed free another throaty moan when the tip of the broad tongue worked its way delicately forward as his arousal responded with another warm spurt that dribbled sinuously along his rock-hard flesh to be lost in his course fur.

"Oh fuck yeah," he panted, his chest beginning to heave. A trembling wing extended so he could clutch shakily into his companion's skull. "C'mon, Fiffy...I thought you fuckin' wanted me..."

The shudder from Samael might as well have been a shot of bliss directly to Andee's loins. The bat's muzzle curled into a joyful grin as Samael gave a muffled whimper and obediently shoved forward with gusto, his teeth digging into Andee's buttocks as his tongue delved deeper. Andee's eyes rolled back and he groaned with far less reservation this time as his small frame was wracked with matching shivers. "Sh-shit, y-yeah, o-oh yeah," he gasped, his erection spasming madly in a desperate attempt to hit its peak from the sheer assault of Samael's tongue within him.

Samael tilted his head to one side so he could attack his partner's entrance from a different angle and the effect was instantaneous. Andee's eyes flew wide as his talons locked fiercely behind Samael's head to hold him tightly in place. "O-oh, oh fuck, Fiffy!" he cried out, only seeming to urge Samael to amplify the onslaught. The chupa's muzzle began to work in tandem with the motions of his tongue, gnashing and lapping with abandon at the bat's entrance, then swiftly penetrating again to twist and curl and prod compassionately into the depths of Andee's gripping passage.

It wasn't Andee's first time on this ride, but not even Mutt's most drunken spelunking could compare to Samael's emotionally-charged performance. Andee's nerves crackled with an ecstasy that overtook his whole body, his thighs clenching into Samael's head as they trembled uncontrollably while his jaw hung open with the snowballing pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, c'mon, Fiffy, I'm s-s-so f-fuckin' close..."

His hips bucked on their own accord and Samael's fingers closed firmly into his hips to help stabilize him while he jammed his tongue as deeply as he could into the bat. Andee choked on the maddened cry of delight before shoving his waist upward as he was overtaken by a thunderous orgasm. His cheeks flushed as he shouted his partner's name and fired several blasts of his climax into the air and across his chest. His ears rang from the power of his bliss, yet he could still hear the excited whispers all around them while Samael continued lovingly working his muzzle into his hindquarters.

As the last few weakened bursts of ecstasy landed across the top of Samael's muzzle, Andee struggled to catch his breath while biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. There were so many eyes on them now, staring at his writhing form, his exposed, vulnerable body at the complete mercy of this...chupa. But then he glanced up to see Samael lifting his head, uncaring of the splatter along his maw, smiling affectionately in spite of their rapt audience.

"I love you so much, Andee..."

It wasn't whispered, it was spoken proudly. Words that still froze Andee's blood like ice in his veins, because he knew they weren't just words, not to Samael. Andee continued to stare up at him, just as mindless of the viscous mess coating his torso. The confidence was infectious.

"An' I want you like nothin' else on this goddamn ring, hon..."

Really fucking infectious.

Andee met Samael's eyes and swallowed the blood on his tongue before unwrapping his legs from around his companion's head. His thighs still quivered but his heart pounded steadily as he drank in Samael's fearlessness as well as his devotion, using both to bolster his steel. He ran his tongue across his teeth and then pushed Samael's chest back with one foot as the other pressed firmly into his crotch to trap his thrumming malehood between two of his sharp talons. "Then fuckin' take me like you fuckin' mean it," he rumbled, squeezing his claws threateningly into the sensitive blue flesh. Samael's shiver and subsequent nod of obedience sent a thrill through Andee's still-erect member.

He released his partner and then closed his eyes to gather the extra strength he needed to perform such an intimate act before all those eager eyes. Samael's tangible adoration made it possible, and the bat rolled over while clutching into a bundle of hides to pull them beneath his chest. He heard Samael's soft whine of desire and he grinned through the apprehension, spreading his knees to present himself while remaining bent over the furs. He glanced over a shoulder and met his lover's eyes again. "And don't you fuckin' stop 'til I come again..."

"O-oh mah gawd," Samael mumbled, licking his muzzle with anticipation as he hurriedly shuffled forward on his knees. He began to lean down toward Andee's raised hindquarters but Andee clutched into another vein of iron.

"Nah, Sammy," he interjected roughly. "I'm ready. So fuck me."

The rebel whimpered eagerly, nodding several more times as the dwindling fire lit up his excited features while casting sharp shadows across their quivering bodies. Andee again pushed away the countless stares to put his full attention on Samael, finding more pleasure than he wanted to admit at the sight of the chupa grasping his steely arousal to guide it into position. "That's it, Fiffy," he encouraged, savoring the way Samael's blue eyes glowed only for him, warmer than the flames that illuminated their intimacy for the whole cavern to see. "Give it to me..."

Their rapt audience was silent, leaving only the crackle of firewood to provide accompaniment to the rhythmic pulse of their hearts. Andee's fingers closed tighter around the furs when Samael's pointed tip brushed against his damp entrance, spreading the chupa's still-warm saliva across the end of his imposing teal malehood. And then as one hand settled on Andee's hip, the other gripping securely into his knot, Samael eased into his kneeling partner.

Andee clenched his teeth and bowed his head forward with a soft moan, the first few lengths reminding him of Samael's girth. But a dark bliss already bubbled beneath the surface as his own aching erection jumped to life against the lump of hides supporting his chest, practically a neon sign to proceed.

"Aw, fuuuuck, Andee," Samael panted, pulling back slightly and then letting his hips nudge forward to slide in another centimeter or two while tightening his grip into the bat's side. "God, yer amazing..."

Andee bathed in the praise and continued to fuel his own confidence as he lifted his head with a groan, rolling it back blissfully before growling: "Then fuckin' show me." He paused and looked around for a moment before allowing his hesitant smile to grow cocky. "Show all these motherfuckers..."

Andee felt Samael's tremor through the chupa's partially-buried member and it enriched his grin that much further. "You got it, hon," the redneck whispered while moving his knees to the outside of Andee's legs and sluggishly dragging his waist back. Andee's craven whine would have embarrassed him if the yearning for Samael hadn't worked itself into a roaring tempest that was rapidly stripping away the clinging remnants of self-consciousness.

He could feel Samael nearly pull free, clenching his body violently in protest and eliciting a warbling cry from his partner. But the wordless order was understood perfectly as the chupa leaned over him and shifted his other hand to the opposite hip before at last rocking his hips forward with the Sampian strength Andee coveted. Samael's thick shaft plunged firmly into him, spreading his legs wider in a way that should have been agonizing. Yet the ache was merely a rivulet against the torrent of twisted elation that exploded forth, and Andee threw his head back with a shameless wail. His arms shook as he clung desperately to the hides, and when Samael's knot bumped against him, he felt his own arousal grow even stiffer.

He struggled to form another demand, but this time Samael needed no direction as his hips moved back on their own. Andee's eyes squeezed shut and his jaws clamped helplessly at the indescribable sensation of Samael's length gliding out of his gripping passage, aided by the earlier passion of Sirca's most eager tongue. Each of the two crimson piercings could be felt grinding along the bat's flesh, the rounded contours making Andee's ears flatten as they passed. A warm trickle ran down the inside of Andee's trembling thigh as he gave a stilted exhale, almost losing himself in the whirlwind of bliss. But he found the reins once more and clutched them firmly as he rasped a single, urgent word.

The twitch along Samael's malehood was a welcome indicator of his obedience and Andee braced himself with a shaky but confident grin a moment before the rebel grunted and slammed himself forward. Andee's smaller body rocked violently into the furs and his collar swung up to smack into his chin from the sheer momentum as a sharp but elated bark burst from his parted jaws. Samael's fingers squeezed even tighter into his sides to hold him securely while he drew his diamond-like shaft back...then shoved it forcefully into the bat once again as their shaking legs collided with an audible slap.

"F-fuck yes!" Andee cried out, grinding his face into the crawbear hide as tears of the most glorious pain streamed down his cheeks. "Harder, Fiffy, fuckin' harder!"

He didn't understand Samael's blissful reply, nor did he care about the words. The actions spoke far louder as Samael leaned over him and began a swift, relentless pace that put to shame his first experience within the bat. His turgid shaft pumped back and forth without any of the previous hesitation, each unwavering thrust causing his knot to thump heavily against Andee's aching entrance while the twin piercings raced in and out ruthlessly. Andee was certain it wasn't merely saliva he felt running down to his swinging orbs, but the stretching discomfort paled in comparison to the pride, to the unfiltered ecstasy of sharing such an intimacy with a beautiful, compassionate, unique beast he had no right to possess.

Yet he did possess him, without a doubt; he possessed Samael's heart, mind and body as the chupa whimpered his name and buried his muzzle between his wings while working his hips into a blurring frenzy. This wasn't just a really hot fuck, this was a genuine display of Samael's devotion and adoration and every tantalizing drop was for Andee and Andee alone. The bat flung an arm back to blindly grasp at the back of his partner's skull, forcing his muzzle forward into the side of his neck while his own waist began bucking wildly into the lumpy pile of hides. "Fuck me, Puppy," he commanded in Xulod's tongue, his breaths rushing out with enough force to flicker the flames of the fireplace. "Fuck me as hard as you fuckin' love me!"

He wouldn't have time to regret the words.

Samael's lustful whine was followed immediately by a shift in his stance, one of his paws moving forward to thud down next to the pile of hides beneath the bat. Andee felt the strong leg pressing against his thigh before Samael's claws dug harder into his hips. Andee started to look back over a shoulder only to release a startled yelp when Samael broke into a wild tempo, sending the entirety of his steely shaft rocketing mercilessly in and out of his tiny partner.

Andee had no idea how the chupa maintained his rhythm at the blazing pace, but every thrust was perfect and complete, each draw leaving but the tip within only for each shove to bury the thick length smoothly, never once slowed by the metal bands marking the bottom of Samael's malehood. One of Samael's hands remained on his hip as the other clamped around a slender shoulder, holding the bat fiercely in place while the rebel pounded back and forth harder and harder. All Andee could do was cling desperately to the back of his partner's head as drool ran from his jaws and a numbing bliss overtook his body.

He didn't need to understand Samael's confounding emotions, his idiotic notions of love -- this raw, brutal display of unrelenting passion communicated through a universal language. Andee could feel the hasty pile of furs growing more disheveled beneath him as Samael's blinding, powerful tempo forced them both forward and down until Andee's palm slapped into the warm cave floor in a trembling attempt to support his chest. He threw his head back against Samael's cheek and shouted his desires, screamed for more, cried out shamelessly for Samael, for his partner, for his Fiffy.

"I'm right here, Andee," Samael whispered into his neck before Andee shrieked joyfully when the chupa's teeth sank into his flesh a moment before a mighty thrust forced his knot into his already-stretched passage. Samael gave a muffled shout around his clenched jaws, his fangs driving harder into Andee as blood ran down his throat and was lost in the damp fur of his chest.

A keening howl rushed from Andee's parted jaws, his ears pinned to his skull while agony and ecstasy struggled for supremacy. The impossible pressure of his partner's intrusion was but a precursor to the mindless, feral assault that followed as Samael clutched into him and began to batter his hindquarters with a series of short but dynamic thrusts. Andee's torso was crushed into the stone floor, the hides beneath him scattered by the frenetic motions. His claws drew blood from Samael's head as he kept his lover's muzzle shoved against his neck and, beyond all wisdom, begged for even more. His own malehood spilled an endless stream of pleasure, seconds from another glorious climax.

And Samael was there to deliver, the hand on Andee's hip disappearing only to reshape as a powerful arm that wrapped around the bat's body and held him tightly for the machine-gun-like tattoo of the chupa's arousal deep within him. Samael's teeth released his neck so his cry of bliss could wash through the blood-and-saliva-soaked fur. The initial burst of Samael's passion fired with enough pressure that Andee's toes curled, the filling sensation eliciting an electrified tingle through his nerves. But Samael maintained his dogged motions throughout his orgasm, never once stopping his hips even as he bleated Andee's name desperately against the bat's cheek.

"Oh g-g-god, hngh, o-oh g-g-god, Fiffy!" Andee moaned around the ferocious barrage, closing his eyes before every muscle in his body clenched at the overbearing rush of nirvana. His hard-earned climax stampeded forth and he shoved back hard enough to bury part of Samael's sheath when the first blast exploded into the scattered hides below them. He could feel warm expulsions of his own splattering over both their legs as his thighs threatened to collapse, each additional release a visible testament to their shared euphoria.

Samael's own strong body trembled with the effort, but the chupa kept up his determined pace long after his orgasm had tapered off, ensuring that Andee's peak endured for as long as possible. The bat's hips ached, his legs full of static as a burning discomfort blossomed through his whole torso, yet the pleasure reigned supreme with each additional release that splashed into the scattered hides. And even as the last of Andee's climax dribbled free, the chupa's jerky, uncoordinated thrusts continued as his heavy panting filled Andee's ears.

He wasn't about to stop Samael, clinging to the back of his neck and weakly bouncing his hips backward to draw every last ounce of strenuous ecstasy from the transcendental experience. Each faint, wet slap coaxed another twitch of Andee's aching malehood, sent another shiver of bliss along their spines, drew another soft, hoarse cry from them both. But finally, Andee let his muzzle press into the side of Samael's as their heaving breaths joined in jilted time.

"That's a good Fiffy...o-oh f-fuck, th-that's a real...good...Fiffy..."

Samael whimpered through his exhaustion, his legs quivering against Andee's. The bat grit his teeth, half-expecting to be crushed under the chupa's collapsing frame, but Samael managed to turn to one side before thumping unceremoniously to the messy furs below while immediately embracing his partner with both arms.

Andee winced at the impact, his insides jostled even further by the chupa's hilted arousal. "F-fuck...ho-holy fuck, S-Sammy," he panted before closing his eyes as Samael's tongue slid tenderly across his neck, moving over the multiple punctures from his compassionate jaws.

"I love you so much, hon...I love you so much, I'm sorry fer hurtin' you," he whispered while tightening his muscular arms around his fluid-soaked chest.

Andee scoffed even as his cheeks flushed with warmth; Samael's tenderness remained an uncomfortable mystery. "Feh...t-told you I can h-handle it," he mumbled back. He wasn't sure how much was bluster -- he'd never felt this kind of physical ache before. He could hear murmurs of incredulity, surprise and appreciation all around them but he refused to look at their captive audience, his eyes shifting over a shoulder to gaze up at Samael's adoring features. "You r'member that...shit n-next time...ya ruh-ruff comes around."

Samael's smile was weak, though for once Andee was certain it wasn't just from guilt. "Sh-shit, hon," he replied between deep breaths, "let the spirits...curse me...I ever doubt you 'gain..."

Andee smiled back smugly, or at least as smugly as he could with a giant-ass chupa knot buried in his ass and the fact he wasn't sure he'd be able to walk the next period. "Ya got that...fuckin' right..."

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