Waylaid
Part two of two

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Commissioned by Rakarra

Mezzoris moaned and revelled in the weight on his back, submitting to him, even though the dragoness could have fought him for control if that had been what she wanted. Who came out on top would have been just as exciting as the act of sex itself, though she squeezed salaciously around him, her pussy rippling expertly around his cock. That was something the dragoness didn’t even have to think about doing anymore, her body primed after so many years for the peak of sexual pleasure – but she could at least tease Irek with it.

As the dragoness under him heated up with every pound of his thick cock, the folds around the entrance to her cunny strained beautifully around his thick, meaty girth, Irek yowled. She was hotter than he ever could have imagined, growling deep in the back of his throat, as a rough, guttural sound ripped from him. Even the leopard had not heard that sound coming from his own lips in many, many years, though Mezzoris coaxed it from him as if it was nothing at all.

With every thrust, he cast off the shrouds of the past, revelling in his newfound glory. Every thrust came more strongly than the last, as if he was stepping back into his own skin, and the feline snarled as he pressed his chest devoutly to her back. His arms would have gone all the way around her, to pin her to his body, yet the dragoness held him up admirably and his hands found her breasts instead.

Irek could not resist the lure of kneading and massaging her huge breasts, fingers greedily digging in as he ground into her, stroke after stroke. He was powerful and he was dominant, the dragoness under him trying to drop to her elbows, although her huge breasts got in the way. There even seemed to be a greater warmth to them – yet he could not focus on that.

The lure of her hot, wet pussy was too great for him as he rounded his lower back and tensed his glutes to power into her. Without even touching her clit, the dragoness shuddered under him as his barbs hit the right spots for her, coaxing her into a bucking, bone-shaking orgasm. Her howl of lust cut through the air and the slamming wave of sexual energy was more than even Irek could drink down, huffing and gasping, his eyes watering with the sheer force of it.

Yet he needed more, so much more, grinding into her, overpowering thrust after thrust. He snarled, lips peeling back from his teeth, though he never expected Mezzoris to offer what she did.

Slowly, she fed away her sex demon powers, though they could be retrieved at any time. The tightness of her pussy increased – or at least the level to which she perceived it. She moaned, revelling in what the mortals felt, for she was increasingly mortal with every thrust, her blood singing, heart pounding. Even her lungs struggled to snatch in adequate breaths of air, although she felt like she would have cast that aside in a moment, if only to get more of that heady swell of lust.

She knew he felt it too, how she stripped down her powers, though she put herself in a vulnerable position in doing so. Some part of her recognised him as a kindred spirit, although that was 

“Irek… When you wish to feel what I feel,” she gasped, slumping on to her breasts as he fucked her lusciously and ruthlessly. “Give my powers back. Let me take control from you too.”

The leopard didn’t know what to make of that, though he felt the sexual energy in the air increasing tenfold. For Mezzoris was experiencing true submission and vulnerability for the very first time in its rawest of forms, lust rolling through her with every overpowering stroke of his cock.

He rumbled his agreement, curiosity flaring. For once, he was keen. For once, everything moved smoothly. For once, he was doing more than simply feeding.

Her heart lifted as he sank into her, driving seemingly deeper and deeper with every thrust – though that was just how it felt to the dragoness. She’d never dropped her succubus abilities before and it was more exhilarating than she could honestly put words to. It was a good thing she didn’t have to, for all she had was moan after moan for him as he pounded into her pussy.

He gripped her tits in both hands, pulling her backwards over him, although it was quite clear which of them was in charge at that moment. The leopard collapsed heavily to the soft pile of pillows and blankets, though it didn’t provide him with all that much of a stable base to thrust up from. A blanket, too soft and slippery, moved under his left hind paw as he ground up, bouncing the dragoness in his lap as Mezzoris’ head fell back.

“Yes… Ohhhh! Yes!”

She could have been more eloquent and yet she was more beautiful than ever in that moment, coming undone while impaled on his cock. Irek growled in the back of his throat, needing her, his cock throbbing inside her pussy.

He didn’t hesitate when the swell of orgasm threatened to overwhelm him, but she was speedier than him. With her back to him, Mezzoris moaned aloud, her throat quivering, and bucked on his cock, though he held her down on him so he could savour every pulse and grab of her soaked cunny around his member. 

It was nothing like orgasm with her succubus powers in full force around her, flowing and rising, throbbing around her in the best of ways. The dragoness gasped soundlessly, her throat tight as if her ability to speak had been taken from her, although that was not to be the case.

It was just that the pleasure was so overwhelming that there was nothing else she could do in the moment, huffing and panting, her shoulders trying to round as she steadied herself the best she could. However, even her tail dropped over his chest, unable even to keep it lifted as desire swept her away. She had to trust Irek, letting the incubus please her, his barbed cock pulling through her pussy as the leopard’s yowl sliced deliciously through the air.

He thrust up into her, not slowing in the slightest, delighting in her thick, round buttocks grinding down on his cock. He wanted to see more – and yet her release of pleasure left him feeling overfull and drunk with lust.

“Mezzoris…” Irek breathed, his cock still aching inside her, hands on her breasts as he curved his torso up closer to her back, not minding the position in the slightest. “I want to feel…what you feel.”

For it was not just feeling “something” again after so long – but feeling everything. Everything the leopard had not realised was his to take for so long, if only he was brave himself to cast himself into it all, whole-heartedly.

Perhaps the mortals were the brave ones, after all, for they were the ones without such otherworldly powers to shield them from the enormity of everything.

The dragoness nodded faintly, though his still-hard cock pulled from her, the leopard wanting to finish inside her in a different position. With her limbs loose and soft, Mezzoris allowed him to position her on her back as he moved over her again in a mating press. With his thighs pressing down into hers to pin her in place, she submitted to him all over again as she came to him as no more than a mortal. Until the leopard, of course, brought her powers back to the surface and restored them in full, though she strangely had no fear at all that he would not do that.

Maybe that was the pleasure talking. Maybe it was all in how her body squirmed on his cock, twisting wonderfully around him as if he was the spire at the core of her being. Maybe it was the rise of orgasm snatching her up all over again, greedy to see her come undone.

Mezzoris didn’t care. Not as he snarled and pounded her, taking her crudely and roughly, her pussy sucking around his meaty member as he plunged deep. Her sex strained, her body pulled to the very edge where pleasure may have merged into pain – and yet it didn’t go over that edge. For that was not what the moment was about with them.

Irek slammed into her, watching her breasts rock with every thrust. With how large they were, he was forced to pull his torso back up from her chest a little, though they still squashed pleasantly against him. There was simply so much of her breasts, which remained overgrown when she’d let her powers go, that they squished softly out to the sides of his body, though too much pressure would have hurt Mezzoris.

Yet he took his pleasure, relishing in every grinding thrust. His soft barbs tugged through her pussy as the dragoness tried to arch up to him, called by a power that was not of the heavenly kind. Her cry echoed through the tent and beyond as climax took her and she moaned out his name, pussy clenching and pulling around his cock to coax his orgasm from him.

That time, Irek let it come passionately, bellowing a deep, guttural grunt of the most carnal nature as everything pulled to a deliciously tight cord within him. Yet there was only more to come at the moment it snapped, sending ropes of thick, hot cream into her pussy. The grinding of his still-thrusting cock made his seed slick back out of her pussy, just a little, along the length of his cock, but the leopard didn’t pause. His black tail lashed the air and he burrowed his cock deep, heaving for breath as he took every drop of intertwined lust to feed himself that he possibly could.

Then and only then, pulling out of her sex, did he push her powers back towards her, where they had drifted in something called the in-between. Mortals could not reach it, but succubi and incubi could, so he let her take it back with thanks.

On his part, Irek took a breath and slowly allowed his own powers to leech away. Everything that made him who and what he was no longer needed to exist anymore and the incubus sighed, a strange sense of heaviness entering his limbs.

“Ah… I see it is my turn…”

The dragoness loomed over him again, spreading her wings out to either side and lifting them a little, although Mezzoris appeared glorious rather than intimidating. Even though she was suddenly far more powerful than he was, the leopard merely sucked in a breath, a juddery gulp clawing at his throat. 

He fell back as she moved over him, taking up a dominant position as she rode him. The dragoness purred as she sank on to his member, though she left him at the size he’d reached already, not needing to change him further.

“It’s amazing how much more I can feel when my powers are not swirling through my system,” Mezzoris growled as she rocked on his cock, her sodden pussy rippling around him, taunting the leopard with his position. “The tautness of my breasts… How the blood pumps around my body. So many little things that I would never have imagined they would ever have such an effect.”

“Mmmm – oh!”

Irek growled, yet the feline was not in any position to think at that time. With his eyes half-lidded, he submitted to her, feeling like he lost and gained something at the same time. It was hard to forget his powers – and yet the cat could not stop himself from hungrily relishing in all the pleasure he was permitted as a result. Finally, he could feel what those he had sex with felt, how their lust rose and throbbed, teasing and taunting with pleasure that only the other could deliver.

For his cock ached, wanting to cum right there and then. Yet, the leopard could not. No matter how he scrabbled and strove to thrust up into her slippery cunny, her sex held him tightly, in complete control. His shaft made a bulge in her abdomen and the dragoness palmed it teasingly as Irek hissed and tried to thrash. Using her weight and size against him, however, Mezzoris merely sank so she pinned him in place, his cock harder than he could ever honestly remember it being.

It was delectable. Even more than being an incubus, he wanted to savour that feeling over and over again, never letting it go. His entire body quivered, like he was shaking – but he wasn’t! His need swelled and he couldn’t chase that passion. Not as Mezzoris kept him on the edge for longer and longer, his body rippling with need. 

And yet it wasn’t edging, really, not when he had so much pleasure too. Irek wanted orgasm, but there was no pain to being held back from it either, not even as his chest heaved and the leopard shuddered through each and every breath. Everything was hard-won while his vision narrowed to that pinprick of delectable pleasure. As if nothing else existed, the rest of the world dropped away.

So, he could feel. And, oh, how beautiful that was!

He howled, arching his back and digging his claws into a pillow, though neither succubus nor incubus would care about it becoming shredded. Not as Mezzoris pulled him crudely into orgasm and forced him to climax again.

Irek’s shoulder blades and hips pushed down into the ground as his back arched up in a distinctly feline fashion. His chest trembled and he cried out breathlessly, opening and closing his mouth with no sound actually coming out, tail flicking back and forth. Yet Irek was not in control of himself as another stream of seed was drawn from him, complete and utter bliss warming him through.

It was nothing like anything he’d ever experienced before, not with her hot pussy sliding down his huge, aching shaft. Her sex pulsed around him and his cock was too much, much too big, but he had to hold on through it regardless. There was simply nothing else for it but for Irek to enjoy the ride, towed along by the might of the dragoness who, at that time, was stronger and far, far more powerful than him in his current state.

Again, and again.

He couldn’t tell when one moment blurred into the next, moments leaping to the forefront of his senses as if different scenes were playing out before him. The melanistic leopard shuddered over her, his powers still not intact, although he ground deep into her, the dragoness’ legs wrapped around his waist with her ankles crossed over his buttocks.

“You’re doing so well…” Mezzoris crooned to him. “How good do I feel? Oh, kitten, tell me.”

“Mmm…” He heard himself say, though it was as if the words weren’t really on his lips. “I… You…”

Irek couldn’t get out the words he wanted to say – but did he really need to, either way? Mezzoris took care of him just as he’d taken care of her with her powers depleted, so he allowed her to sweep him along to another intense sexual high.

When the next surge of bliss brought him back to some sense of reality, the leopard found himself blinking, squirming sat up against the cushions with her boobs squeezed around his cock. Even with his cock enlarged as it was, her breasts hid it from view, except when she slid down with her tits softly enwrapping his cock to play with the tip. Before the leopard’s eyes, her tongue draped down, flickering teasingly over the head of his shaft, toying with him where his flesh was ever more sensitive.

“Ah… Oh… Please…”

The feline would never have thought he would beg, but Mezzoris coaxed it from him as if it was no problem at all. The dragoness’ tail luxuriously flicked from side to side as she played with him. Dimply, Irek was aware that night had fallen, though the passage of time and just how long they had been fucking was not of any concern to either of them.

And then she pushed his power back to him in the early hours of the morning, the feline snarling and lust-addled, yet as desperate for it as he had been before even cumming the first time. He lunged for the dragoness, who splayed out on her back for him, though he rolled her over quickly, pinning her on her front. Mezzoris moaned as her powers slipped from her again, gladly expressing her willingness to be vulnerable with him again.

Irek understood why she did that. At least it was something they could experience, even if it was something too they could become drunk on very quickly. Hopefully, it was not as addictive as it felt, though succubi and incubi did not typically experience negative effects like addiction. There was a first time for everything, however – especially for creatures who lived as long as they did.

That meant there was more time to experience pleasure. So, that was just what he did for her, spreading her thighs a little and grinding into her sex. His cock shoved her folds apart as her heat clung to his dick, the dragoness wrapped around him like a gift he was meant to savour. Irek had every intention of doing that as he played with her loss of power, shoulders rounding a little as his hands came down on either side of her shoulders, supporting himself. 

With her breasts trapped wonderfully between her body and the floor, it was all just a blur for Mezzoris. Her jaws hung open in a lustful cry as he slammed deep once again, his balls churning and pumping to unload his seed into her. And yet her climax would not come until the feline was ready for it. That was perhaps something she should not have toyed with him around for so long, letting him experience truly what their mortal partners did – yet it had allured her so.

There was so much there she wanted to know, even as he shifted her on to her side, holding her right leg up to her chest. The flexibility strained her a little – and even that delighted her when it should not quite have done so. 

Her toes flexed and curled, claws hooking down lightly, yet the brutal pound of his cock slamming into her pussy was all she could think about. Mezzoris tried to twist, to relieve herself a little of the overload of pleasure, yet he drew her luxuriously through it in true incubus form.

“Mmm, that’s it…” He crooned to her, back in control again and taking great pleasure even in his own kind of domination. “Let me take you… Let me please you… Give everything you can, everything you are…to me.”

“Mmm… Yes… Please…”

She tried to force out the words, yet her tongue stuck in her mouth, like she was stripped of the ability to talk. Oh, she had found that so amusing when the leopard had been reduced to grunts and groans like that! Yet it was exhilarating to feel her own body “betraying” her, even though she knew it would only come with the ultimate wave of bliss.

And he gave that to her too, driving into her with a series of crude, sharp thrusts that had her seeing stars. Energy swelled within her that she could not tap into and she howled out her climax as he brought her over the edge, pussy closing and pulling around his cock in an attempt to milk the incubus of his seed too.

That orgasm would be never enough, fucking rampantly as time passed. One day, two days… They tried every position, swapping roles and passing their control back and forth between them, learning more about one another as things moved along. It was not a situation either of them could have anticipated on the first day beginning, of course, yet it was the kind of partnership that benefitted both.

Feeding on one another’s sexual energies was a thrill like nothing else, dragging them back for more and more, regardless of how it was played out. Even his tongue swiping up between her legs to make her squirm and beg for him, even that pressure too intense between an incubus and a “temporary mortal” when she relinquished her otherworldly powers. 

Time had no meaning, until they settled, chests heaving, eyes locked, in the middle of the third day. The weather had settled down outside, casting a golden glow of sunshine through her tent, and their bodies sank to the bedding that was spread out in there, regardless of the state of her tent. Even Mezzoris had to chuckle, for it was such a state of disarray that she had never seen after a round of sex with one of her interludes before.

It was worth it, however, for things to change. She couldn’t imagine not experiencing what she had, not anymore. Things had changed and they would never again be the same. 

Lying together, finally sated and letting the enormity of everything they’d experience sink into them, the feline and the dragon relaxed against one another.

“This isn’t like it was before, is it?” Mezzoris said, exhaling gently as her tail slid around his, allowing the leopard to loop his through hers. “This is not affection… This is not romance.”

“No…” Irek murmured, nuzzling in against the back of her neck, though him spooning her was just the position they had ended up in, sharing warmth. “But it is something. It is something more. It is something to be savoured, something to be experienced.”

She turned her head, looking at him shrewdly from the corner of her eye. In typical feline form, Irek merely blinked slowly back at her, still absorbing their passion.

“I couldn’t be with you,” she said plainly, referring to an intimate relationship. “Not like that. It’d never be like it was with Rita.”

“And it would never be like it was with my Salvatore either,” he said softly. “He sailed from across the sea and we travelled wherever the breath of the wind called us.”

“That sounds like quite a life.”

“It was.” Irek paused, going still. “I only wish I could have shared more of mine with him.”

They were quiet for a while, letting that sink in. Getting to know one another was more than talking or letting their bodies move against one another, learning those nuances as a succubus and incubus did. They were not engaged in a deep relationship, not with their souls finding the comparative part of their being, but perhaps there was a friendship to be had there.

They could call to one another with their sexual energies or, with a little magic, the use of a messenger bird, sent between them and carrying messages. They were constrained to some mortal endeavours, such as the speed of travel, but communication over distances was at least something they could engage in. At the very least, the otherworldly beings could communicate with each other and support each other, coming together again.

Not as lovers. Not as partners. Not as strangers.

Only as friends.

And that was something neither had enjoyed in any meaningful way before. Mezzoris had been with Rita, yet that had been a deeper connection, something that she had not realised would come to affect her soul so intricately, leaving its mark. Yet that was all part of living, even though their lifespans did not come to a natural end, and she wanted to experience that too.

Rita had shown her what life could be like. Now, the dragon needed to actually do something with that information. She couldn’t just waste away, merely existing. She had to thrive and relish in the life she’d been given, finding a way through it even though it was not what she’d imagined it all would be.

Irek too… He was a part of that. Her body warmed as she looked over at the panther, slipping on to his back with his hands behind his head, elbows pointing out. His tail flicked against her leg and she exhaled, releasing another knot of tension that had been wound around her heart for far too long.

However it suited them, the supernatural creatures would find a way that was meant for them, all so they could live their lives in the way that fit them.

Yet they would not stay together, only coming together as friends to meet when they wanted to share, when they wanted to experience that rush of vulnerability again. For there was a power in finding someone they could trust, especially when they were living as lonely a life as they had been.

Several days later, before Irek was due to leave to hunt for pleasure in another part of his territory, they set up a “trap” on another part of the road. Where the road narrowed between the cliffs, forming a canyon of sorts, the wind whistled, licking over her scales and picking at his black fur. It even seemed to play over the darker rosettes that showed through his fur, although Irek was clothed at that time.

That wasn’t something Mezzoris got to see all that often and, as they set her up with her clothes shredded and hanging from her body, mostly exposing her breasts and leaving very little to the imagination, she slipped her tail under his shirt. Stroking it up his chest teasingly, she wriggled it out the top and twisted it lightly, as if she was going to forget their plan of ensnaring another lucky traveller and simply take him instead. It was not something outside the realm of possibility.

“Not now,” he chuckled, though his dark eyes sparkled with new life. “Oh, we’ll have more than enough fun here.”

Everyone would. Especially as the big, burly stallion lumbered up, his brow furrowed as Mezzoris staggered from the side of the road, her “bag” strewn aside as if her belongings had been rifled through. Playing the part of a damsel who had been caught by bandits wasn’t something she was used to, however the dragoness had learned that new experiences were not always bad. Sometimes, she had to get out of her comfort zone and stop playing the same old games to grab someone’s attention.

“Ma’am? Ma’am? Are you hurt?”

The stallion was loud and gruff, though his eyes softened with concern for her. With a brown mane and a darker coat of hair covering the rest of him, he looked like he was a farmer of some kind, though with better-made clothes than most in that area had. So, he must have farmed something of value.

And the horse anthro was about to get something else of value that day too, as she drew him into her arms and the panther came up behind him, sensing the equine’s sexuality. They’d never take an unwilling victim, although the stallion did not appear to have been with a male before.

“There’s no harm to come here,” Irek purred, his throat trembling with the sound. “We’ll take you back to our cave. It’s set up, nice and cosy in there… Would you like that?”

Gently running his hands down the stallion’s sides to his hips and thighs, the cat growled warmly. The stallion quivered, his eyes going a little unfocused, a large bulge rising in the front of his tough trousers. Yet they were not strong enough to hide the swell of a stallion’s cock.

He groaned and nodded, allowing them to take him there, though he tried to reach out to Mezzoris still to help her. She assured him they didn’t need any help, as sweet as he was, though the stallion would be more than pleased with both of them to enjoy every drop of his attention and inch of his body.

With a fire leaping and dancing, casting erotic shadows on the wall of the cave, amongst the cliffs of the mountainside, they tumbled into an expansive sleeping mat, with a thick, soft base stuffed with goose feathers and a comfortable array of cushions. There was everything there they could need with the help the succubus and incubus to relish in sexual ecstasy, though the stallion would only remember the best time of his life. 

Maybe his world would change for it, or maybe it would remain solely a happy memory for him. There was nothing the interlude had to be, besides consensual and pleasurable.

With the stallion’s hard cock springing up to their attention, Mezzoris sat on his face, allowing his tongue to swipe luxuriously against the tight folds of her sex, tasting her sweet essence. Irek took charge deep throating his cock, so they framed him on either side, overwhelming him from the start with the brimming lure of ecstasy.

Gulping around the stallion’s shaft, just to give him more pleasure still, Irek leaned into the feeling of sharing a “victim” – though was the horse really that much of a victim? Sharing him with Mezzoris was all the more special as their sexual energies bounced off one another, working their way back and forth as they luxuriated over having him right there where they wanted him, need rising and snarling, yet it would always be satisfied. 

“Mmmm…”

Irek groaned around the stallion’s cock, servicing him even as the two supernatural anthros controlled the moment. Sex was not all about taking, after all, and he could already taste that the horse’s orgasm would be so delicious that he was filled up to the brim on sexual fervour, gluttonous on how he kept devouring the wave of energy that ebbed and flowed with orgasm after orgasm. It would have been a shame, after all, to waste it.

With Mezzoris, the dragoness grinding on to the horse’s muzzle, his hands gripping her thighs to “keep” her seated down on his face, the feline had everything, for the time being, he needed. So, it wasn’t so far out of reach after all.

In being waylaid in his territory by a random succubus, they’d come together in the best of ways, opening their eyes to a new kind of life.

Irek exhaled, eyes closed, languishing in the moment.

Nothing else existed. Just the feel of the cock against his tongue, the ache in his own as he considered pumping energy into it to see how large of a dick the stallion could take under the dock of his tail too. 

Together, they would savour every moment.

There was nothing truly better than that.