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Deep within him, Kumo's tongue buried itself, stroking at his inner walls with a single-minded determination that had Hanzo falling to pieces and melting into a moaning puddle of sensation and want. It didn't take long at all to once more fall into that heady state of lust he'd been in before, his need swiftly growing desperately all-consuming.
He felt something soft and cool against his cheek, and a tickle of static danced across his brow. He opened his eyes as he gasped once more for breath, and found Ame's eyes gazing fondly into his own. May I join in? they asked, and Hanzo couldn't nod fast enough, even as he reached up to bury his fingers in the barely-there mist of their fur to try and draw them closer, pressing his lips clumsily to Ame's jaw. Ame chuckled, and Hanzo thought he could feel the huff of breath ghosting over his brow; he knew he could feel the delicate drag of clawtips over his chest, teasing lightly over his nipples, and let his head fall back with another groan of pleasure. He felt his legs being bent up towards his body, his body curling in on itself as Kumo wrapped around him to position him as he liked, and then his knees were being pressed into his chest and Kumo was drawing his tongue back out before thrusting it in again, dragging the tip along his inner walls each time, until it dragged over Hanzo's prostate in a way that would have had him bucking if he could move. As it was, all he could do was cry out even more loudly, his cock leaking against his belly as he panted.
He felt a muted sort of surprise that he could still feel Ame's claws teasing over his chest, but honestly, it made as much sense as anything else that they could reach through Hanzo's body as they liked to touch him where they wished.
That really is nothing special, Hanzo, Ame purred, and then Hanzo could only wail as he felt yet another tongue wrapping hot and dexterous around his aching length, tugging at him, the tip teasing and licking around his balls. It was overwhelming, having not one but two mouth teasing him like this, and while Kumo's claws were kept occupied with holding him folded into this position where he was helpless to their attention, Ame's were freely tracing over his chest and back, making this ever more maddening.
What would even be special to these two! Hanzo wondered, shuddering as his orgasm built within him.
Oh, you are, certainly~ Kumo answered, smug as shit, and Hanzo actually did manage to twitch his leg enough to kick the bastard with his heel--not that it gained him anything more than a laugh for his trouble, his face still burning. What? I speak the truth! No other Shimada we've ever been bound to has been like you! You are dearly special to us~
We may have experienced much from being bound to others before, Ame said, their tongue reaching just that little bit further to tickle over his perineum, But every host we've been bound to has been unique in how they experience things, including pleasure. The acts might be familiar to us, but your reactions, the sounds you make, the way you feel... everything that makes up the taste of your pleasure is new to us.
Hanzo might have had something to say on that, or another question to ask, but he was rather preoccupied with the way Kumo choice that exact moment to draw back his tongue before suddenly twisting it back upon itself--doubling the thickness of what penetrated him and pressing the tip relentlessly into his prostate, tormenting that sweet spot until his climax rushed over him, leaving him breathless and mindless as his hands clawed at the sheets, the dragons, whatever he could reach.
His fourth orgasm, and once again, he was milked right through it, the pleasure that wracked his body absolutely relentless until the feel of that tongue wrapped around his cock was agony and the one burrowed within his ass was going to make him die. His vision went black as he cried out, a noise somewhere between pleasure and plea. They let him down slowly, his body slowly allowed to uncurl as he gasped and twitched, toes curling as he shuddered, but when he at last came back to himself and opened his eyes, they were once again more solid, more real.
He could make out the individual scales that covered their body, now, though as he stroked a hand lazily across Kumo's smug snout, the feel of them was still indistinct. Their manes, however, he could finally twine his fingers through--and he gave Kumo's a sharp tug for good measure.
"I don't know... if I can keep this up much longer," Hanzo managed to say, his voice embarrassingly hoarse once more. He'd already come far more than he ever had before, and so much more intensely. He felt something nudge his elbow, and glanced down to see Ame's tail pushing the still-half-full bowl of fruit within his reach yet again.
Once more for tonight, Ame said, their voice warm, yet husky and hungry at the same time. Then we will be able to keep the bond stable long enough for you to get proper rest.
Were they finally going to fuck him like he'd asked?
Impatient much? Kumo's grin was wide and toothy. I think you've been stretched enough for us to manage. Who would you have inside you?
On the one hand, Kumo was insufferably good at this. On the other, he was also insufferably smug.
Hey, I've a right to be!
"I think Ame deserves it more," Hanzo rasped, giving a grin of his own. "Surely you won't begrudge them that?"
This time, it was Ame who radiated smugness, as Kumo rolled his eyes and chuffed at them both.
Finish your food, Ame said, fond, and pleased, And I will be glad to give you what you desire.
"For the record," Hanzo gasped, "Eating is no simple task... when the two of you must be so distracting!"
They'd been considerate enough of his hyper-sensitive state to not overdo it, at least, yet still the two of them had both teased him as he'd finished the remains of his fruit, their tufted tails tracing over his skin like paintbrushes, tickling and tormenting in turns.
In my defense, Kumo replied haughtily, I grew bored.
"You're going to be insufferable, aren't you," Hanzo panted. "I can already see it... meetings with the clan elders will be... utterly unbearable!"
Implying they were ever bearable to begin with?
Groaning, he buried his face in a pillow, only for Ame to chuckle and leave him shuddering as they twined their tail around the length of his flaccid cock.
Once more, Hanzo, they said, as he writhed, pleasure bordering on pain crackling along his nerves. We'll need you to provide the lube.
Why did spirits even need lube? he had to wonder, even as he obediently reached for the bottle. Surely a spirit would not cause friction?
We don't, Kumo answered, deeply amused. Some even prefer the feel of us penetrating them without it. But the lube still makes it easier, particularly with a partner less... accustomed to us.
It was bizarre to wonder how that worked.
We honestly don't know, Ame said, and Hanzo could feel them rumbling with laughter beside him.
A mystery to leave for another time, then, he decided, as he finished slicking up his fingers and put the bottle aside, reaching back to press them inside himself. Yet again, they continued their teasing paintbrush-tracing along his skin, leaving his body buzzing with need that simmered just under his skin, even though he still had yet to get hard. Closing his eyes to try and focus on preparing himself as needed did little to help, when it made the sensations the inflicted upon him that much more intense.
"How much do I need?" he groaned.
So ready already? Kumo wondered, bemused. How much did you pleasure yourself when we were not watching?
"Shut up," Hanzo muttered into the pillow, even as Kumo laughed.
Better to use more this first time, Ame replied, their voice dancing in Hanzo's mind. We can experiment with what you like later.
Later. It was funny, how hearing that left him marvelling that this was a thing that was actually happening. He pulled his fingers free and grabbed the bottle again, adding yet more slick to them before dropping the bottle carelessly to the floor and returning to the task at hand. Ame kept him at it under he had buried all four of his fingers as deep within himself as he could, before finally--
I feel we should be offended you wish this to be over with so soon, Ame commented, nuzzling him with their snout. Lie on your belly. Prop your hips up with the pillows. I will take care of you, Hanzo.
"I do not wish this over with," Hanzo murmured, even as he followed the instructions, relieved to simply let Ame take the lead. "Only for you to touch me again. Properly," he added, before Kumo could make any comment referring to the maddening way they'd been teasing him all this time. The dragon had the gall to laugh at the way Hanzo had cut him off.
It will be my pleasure, Ame said, and Hanzo could feel their body being draped over him, sighing as he felt their nose warm against his neck and cheek.
When he felt their length pressing inside him, however, he realized suddenly that he'd yet to actually see either of their cocks.
Really? Ame huffed, actually sounding exasperated as they paused, with what must be only the tip of their cock pressed inside. Hanzo can feel his face burning with embarrassment, but he just wanted to know what it looked like--
Keep going, Kumo told Ame, If Hanzo wishes it, of course. I'm more than capable of satisfying his curiousity.
Hanzo raised his head, but his eyes swiftly fluttered shut before Kumo had finished shifting his body around in front of him, as Ame's length continued to press deeper inside him, drawing a deep moan out of him. He panted, face still warm and flushed, before finally managing to get his eyes open, and staring at the glowing cock in front of him.
It didn't look the way Ame's length felt inside of him--the one inside him felt solid, but smooth, rather featureless. But then, as he looked at Kumo's belly, he could see the distinct edges of his scales--yet Ame's belly against his back felt as smooth as their cock. Kumo's cock, seeming hard and erect before him, looked vaguely like Hanzo's own in the sense that it resembled any human cock--yet it had a curve to it that Hanzo was fairly certain no human cock possessed, and a ridge along it's underside that made him ache deep inside, wondering what that would feel like, were it to rub against his prostate.
You'll be able to feel it properly once the bond is complete, Kumo said, voice dripping with satisfaction. Then we can fully manifest, and you'll be able to feel every detail of our bodies.
It felt like that wouldn't be nearly soon enough. Even as Ame drew back and pressed into him once more with toe-curling steadiness, Hanzo stared, transfixed by Kumo's length. He reached forward with one shaking hand, and let his fingers trace over it, disappointed as he felt only smoothness and not the ridges his eyes promised him. Kumo's lack of reaction to his touch was almost even more disappointing, though the dragon actually looked embarrassed as the thought crossed Hanzo's mind.
Would that I could feel your touch, he said, and though he purred with lust, there was still a note of sincerity that rang in Hanzo's mind. Still, tasting your pleasure is more than enough for us.
He wished it didn't have to be--but no sooner had the thought crossed his mind, than Ame ground deep into him and Hanzo closed his eyes with a gasp.
We shouldn't draw this out, Ame said, mournfully. Another time, we can. But right now--we need you to cum one more time, and then you can rest, Hanzo.
At least until tomorrow, Kumo teased, but rolled over and crawled around Hanzo, nosing along his ribs as though trailing kisses down his body.
"Please," Hanzo gasped, and only saw from the corner of his eye as Kumo's body glowed and seemed to lose its solidness, so that it could coil around him through the bed and Ame without disturbing either, and then he could feel Kumo's breath over his cock once more, finally beginning to stir again. Then he could feel Kumo's mouth, his tongue, wrapping around his length and coaxing it to hardness, pleasure edging on pain shuddering through Hanzo and leaving him breathless as Ame began to steadily thrust into him just that little bit harder, that little bit faster, increasing his pace with a steadiness that stoked the lust within him to burn once more. It felt like an eternity, that he lay there, quivering and moaning as the dragons worked him to another peak of ecstasy.
Yet all too soon, it crashed over him again. This one wasn't as intense, as all-consuming, as the previous orgasms the dragons had driven him to--still, as they milked him through it, pleasuring him until he was left mindlessly pleading for mercy, he found himself feeling more deeply sated than he'd ever imagined was possible.
Five orgasms will do that to a man, Kumo commented, as he and Ame carefully rolled Hanzo over, curling at either side of him.
They'll also exhaust him beyond imagining, Ame added, purring as they rubbed their cheek against Hanzo's.
Rest now, Hanzo. We have enough energy to keep the bond maintained.
Tomorrow, we'll finish the bonding.
Dazedly, he wondered if he'd even be able to get it up again. After so many orgasms, he wasn't sure he'd be able to cum again for the next month.
Oh, don't worry, Kumo said, voice bright with mirth as Hanzo slowly descended into slumber.
We'll find a way to make it work~