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Darian is full. His stomach is bulging, his guts pulled taut and his asshole strained tight. He’s being fucked, hard, and Devin can feel it as well, thudding in the pit of his stomach with vulgar rhythm until he wraps his shaking arms around himself to try and still the churning. He sags forwards and groans softly, sick from the sensation and rocks in time with Darian, hearing him moan in his head.
It’s huge… how can he fit it inside him? Darian never thought him the type to indulge so greedily in bodily pleasures— they swore to keep such things between them, even before Order came to dominate their lives— but his pain burns in his muscles and makes his stomach tighten. The huffing and snarling of a beast echo in Devin’s head and he can feel possessive claws piercing their flesh as one.
He likes it, though. Despite the pain, Darian is hard and Devin’s cock twitches in phantom pleasure, regardless of the haunting, dusty-silent chill of Nokron around him. His silence is his survival— rotten beasts and knights roam so close to him and yet ignore the broken wretch as he stammers and gibbers to himself in bizarre half-pleasure inflicted upon him without touch.
Devin’s stomach lurches. He gags. Darian vomits down himself, stomach crushed by pointed, bestial cock.
Sitting upright doesn’t feel right any more. Devin lowers himself to dusty stone and feels his sweaty brow stick to the cool surface, as he lifts his rags and probes bony fingers into his withering muscles.
I… I want it too, Darian… how could you leave me?
His asshole clenches, pulsing in time with each brutalising stroke of the Beast Cleric’s weapon of a cock. Colossal hands wrap around his twin’s entire body and hold him as if a toy, tearing him up and down his length until his beaten hole starts to catch.
What is that? It… hurts…
Devin’s teeth grit against the aching as he reaches back around himself and tentatively touches his sweat-slicked, throbbing asshole. Years of isolation tightened him back up again, but his own vulgar touch loosens him as if his brother’s cock were stretching him anew and he can feel it, his fingers a pathetic substitute for the sensation. It’s like fingers balling into a fist as the beast-man pants and snarls in Darian’s ear, so clear to his twin that Devin shudders and whimpers softly at coarse, greasy fur against his brother’s cheek and slobber splattering his beautiful features.
Darian, I wish I could…
Three fingers. Four fingers. Devin stuffs himself desperately, a vile combination of sweat and mucus slicking his way into himself. His hands are bony, toughened by the sword but rendered wan from madness and fear, now used to tear at his hair and touch his disgraced body as deep as he can manage. His knuckles on his prostate make him twist in sick pleasure as he strokes his insides with one hand and cups his jaw in the other in an effort to comfort the other half of his soul.
I’ll make you feel good, Darian. I always have.
No wonder the dredglings and lost souls of Nokron ignore such a pitiable sight— Devin’s thumb tucks in alongside his fingers and he’s fucking himself on his whole fist, eyes closed and lips parted in an erotic sigh, covered in smooth, sour vomit as he embraces himself. Such deviance isn’t worth the attention, pathetic enough to disgust even the dregs. He can feel Darian stroking his cock hard, whispering adoration in his soul’s ear even from so far, until his breath catches in his throat and Devin’s face glows with the loving touch of his brother.
They cradle each other while being fucked open brutally on bestial cock and fist alike, Darian’s man-cunt stretching wider and wider until he can’t any more and the Beast Cleric is stuck inside him. The huge bulb gives way to an easy foot of slimmer cock, until Darian slaps into the wet, matted fur and plump flesh of Gurranq’s sheath.
“Hrrrrgghh… grrgghh… are you ready, Tarnished one? Snnggrrffghg…” The Cleric growls, barely managing to retain coherence.
“Please…” Two mouths whisper in unison and Darian grips his cock tighter, squeezing them both ever harder.
Devin cums first.
Pathetic squirts of cum across dusty stone aren’t able to reflect the intensity of orgasm that takes him by surprise. Between his fist, Gurranq’s frenzied fucking, the phantom knotting sensation and Darian’s loving touch, he’s overwhelmed. He lays on his arm, holding them both tight as he pulsates around his fist and feels bizarre, wet heat press through he and Darian’s guts as Gurranq bloats his twin’s belly with beast-man seed.
More muscular and robust, Darian can take it— his muscles round out as thick pump after thick pump fill his body, slapping up into his stomach and leave him gagging. Comparatively unimpressive, his meagre human cock shoots weak ropes into Gurranq’s vile belly fur from under his fluid-domed stomach.
They stay tied together, panting for breath and Darian can feel Devin’s exhaustion as if it were his own. He wraps his arms around himself, to Gurranq’s confusion, and slides both hands around his face to embrace Devin completely, fingers curling into his hair.
“Your brother? Hrrffgggh..”
“Yes. He felt it too. He came.”
Gurranq snorts. He will never understand humans, especially not the perverse nature of the Golden Order. He cradles Darian in his huge claws, mindful of whatever the other D could feel, buried deep beneath the ground.
The price of Order was steep, paid for by any means— Hunter and Beholder’s seed a toll to dig corruption from the earth.