The fabric gave a sharp snap as Sashur let his thumb slip from the waistband. Miloh’s ears twitched as he stared dumbfounded as the brothers peeled the black silk down their curvy legs. Two great, churning orbs of dark chocolate hung between their butter smooth thighs, the aroma of musk and sweat wafted in the still air, tickling Miloh’s nose. Above those blissful spheres a thick, dark protrusion dangled. The head was a velvet triangle, glistening with the first shimmering bead of dew as furry fingers wrapped around veined flesh. 

“Do you like what you see?” Bantur stroked his fat cock. The dark rod twitched, rising, growing in his fingers. 

“I believe he does,” Sashur giggled. He too, did clutch his hardening cock, stroking himself to full size. “Just look at how his prick is getting so hard.”

Miloh gave a start. So enrapt was he of the two djinn, that he had failed to notice his cock becoming painfully erect. He swallowed back the lump in his throat, turned to gaze back up at Sashur and Bantur. 

“Do you like this?” Bantur’s voice was a low purr. “Do you like big, fat, hard cocks?”

It was as if a lead weight had dropped on Miloh’s chest. Every aching breath burned in his lungs as he stared in stark amazement at the djinn’s swollen member. His tongue slithered from between his lips, hungry to lick the supple, hot flesh, to taste the bitter tang of the djinn’s seed. Desire pooled hot in his belly and he wished for nothing more than to take that throbbing rod inside of himself. 

“Now, now,” Sashur spoke. “Our guest has not yet decided.” He turned, taking hold of his jiggling rump. “Would you partake instead?” He spread his cheeks to reveal a chocolate donut. 

The breath came from Miloh’s lips in a sharp gasp. Sashur let go of his ass and spun around. His hands on his furry knees, he winked and came to sit beside the djinn. Bantur came to rest on Miloh’s other side as before. Their rigid poles rose from their ample waists like pillars of dark stone. Monuments of fertility that begged for Miloh to reach out and grasp them. His claws trembled as they reached for those throbbing shafts, coming ever so close when he was suddenly pulled down to the comforter. Banter’s nimble fingers played along his panting belly tangling in the bushy gold of his pubic fur. Sashur grinned and took Miloh’s rigid shaft in his hand, stroking the delicate, hard flesh. 

“This cock is simply adorable,” he cheered. “So smooth and just the right size.”

“Now that’s funny,” said Bantur. He slid his hand through Miloh’s fur to join his brother. “I thought you were all about size.”

“Oh posh,” snapped Sashur. He tugged Miloh’s rod, sending a sharp thrill through the djinn’s body. “You know that’s not true, just mostly true.”

Bantur’s shoulders shook as he laughed. “Of course, how silly of me.” 

His claws traveled down the hard shaft of Miloh’s cock, tracing the curve of his shaft until he nestled into the bristling pubic fur. Using only his fingertips, he slid up the plump underside, gently caressing the swollen flesh. Sashur moved away from Miloh’s groin, allowing his brother to continue to stroke the djinn's penis. His hands fell to Miloh’s thighs, placing themselves on the smooth butterscotch skin. His hands slid down to the thick fur of Miloh’s legs and back up. 

“Feels good?” he asked. 

Miloh’s body was aflame. Sweat prickled his skin, making him sparkle in the dim purple light. He bit his fur and nodded. 

“Good,” purred Sashur. “Good.” He placed his hands on Miloh’s hips and nodded to his brother. “Why don’t you roll over.”

Miloh rolled to his side with a grunt. Bantur’s hand cupped his scrotum, massaging his quivering balls as Sashur’s fingers came to the base of his tail. Down, those questing fingers fell, parting his firm cheeks to lay his brown button exposed to the world. 

“Oh, so lovely,” Sashur said. 

The djinn brought his fingers to Miloh’s anus. Miloh let out a yip as Sashur circled his ring, nudging at his tight sphincter. 

“Will you let me in?” he asked. 

Miloh trembled, his anus growing slack. Sashur plunged deep, spearing him to the core. His firm, strong fingers stroked Miloh’s rectum, slipping back, pushing forward, swirling around inside him. Miloh’s claws dug into the comforter, his eyes tearing up as he screamed his elation. 

“N-Nyah!” he cried. 

“I do believe he enjoys this,” Sashur laughed. He plucked his fingers free and placed them on Miloh’s ring. With quick, hard strokes, he rubbed the slack button until it grew open and wet in his hand.

“A-Ah,” Miloh screamed. “Ah, yes.” 

His heart hammered. Never had felt such excitement. His cock throbbed, trickling shimmering precum which matted into the fur of Bantur’s wrist. 

“Oh, he does love it,” Bantur remarked. 

“Such good, strong hips this one,” said Sashur. His golden eyes narrowed. “Why, he would be excellent for breeding.” He leaned down, whispering into Miloh’s ear. “Would you like to be bred?”

“Y-Yes,” Miloh whimpered, burying his hot face into the bed. “Yes, please. Breed me.”

He felt Bantur’s gentle claws take his sobbing head into his lap. Miloh’s nose touched the hard, dark cock, the scent of musk and the tangy odor of semen oozed into his nostrils. 

“Why, I do believe we have an answer,” said Bantur. He stroked the whimpering Miloh’s cheek. “Sashur, would you mind?”

“Not at all,” replied the other djinn. 

He grasped Miloh’s wide hips, lifting the djinn’s firm rump up to his pelvis. Sashur sat up on his knees, his shaft throbbing between Miloh’s cheeks. Miloh sobbed in Bantur’s lap as the scorching heat of Sashur’s erect flesh slid against this gaping anus. His belly clenched painfully as he gasped for breath. His temples pounded with the expectation of that hard, fat pillar digging deep into his quivering anus, burying itself into him. Sashur gently pried the sobbing djinn’s cheeks, his oozing tip just touching Miloh’s anus. The djinn shuddered as Sashur’s head began to stretch his ring. 

“I’ll go slow,” Sashur said. 

Miloh raised his head to scream, his red-rimmed eyes puffy as hot tears streaked his face. “Yaaaah!”

Sashur gripped the wailing djinn’s hips, his thumbs working into the straining muscles. His pelvis thrust, pushing his engorged member deeper into the smooth, tight rectum of Miloh. 

“Just relax, dear,” he said. “It will only hurt at first. 

“Yes,” said Bantur. He stroked Miloh’s tear streaked cheek. “Just let it go.”

Pain ripped through Miloh’s heaving body. The djinn howled as his belly expanded with Sashur’s throbbing shaft burying itself to his core. His chest sobbed, every breath like fire burning down his throat. His belly contracted as Sashur pulled back, his muscles relaxing. His anus grew slack as the djinn pushed, forming around that hardened spear like a sleeve. 

“O-Oh,” Miloh moaned as he fell limp in Bantur’s lap. “Ungh…”

“That’s it,” whispered Sashur.

He slid his thumbs into the small of Miloh’s back as he pushed. His cock met no resistance as it struck the trembling gates of Miloh’s womb, sliding back, nuzzling his prostate so that the djinn did cry out anew. Miloh’s fingers clamped to Bantur’s legs, his face raised in a shriek of joy that made him raise his rump into the air. Sashur thrust harder, his pace quickening. The wet slap of raw meat echoed in the room over the shrill screams of the honey-gold djinn. Miloh’s eyes, bleary with tears, opened to find Bantur’s rigid pole in front of his nose. The musky, bitter scent inflamed his senses. His belly churned with the thrusting rhythm of Sashur, stoking his desires to seize that darkened pillar, to take it inside him. His lips grazed the pulsing shaft, trailing up to the spongy tip. 

“What’s this?” Bantur’s ears pricked up. “Oh my, how simply dreadful of me. I’ve neglected our guest, Sashur.”

“A most ungracious host you are, brother,” Sashur replied. He bucked his hips, his cock sliding all the way to the pubic bone into Miloh’s ass. “You really must be more attentive.”

“Indeed,” came the reply. Bantur placed two fingers on his cock, pressing it down to Miloh’s lips. “Do enjoy yourself.”

The djinn’s mouth parted, his lips wrapping tight around Bantur’s rigid shaft. The bitter tang of sweat and the musky taste of his dark flesh filled Miloh’s mouth. The djinn’s tongue played along the plump underside of Bantur’s fat cock, sliding back to the tip, then slipping from his lips to tickle the djinn’s heavy balls. Taking Bantur’s thighs, Miloh pressed his nose into the scruffy pubic fur. Bantur’s rod slid down his burning throat, nudging his tonsils with that fat, quivering head. 

“Oh my,” Bantur panted. He placed a hand on his breast. “I haven’t had a good suck like this in ages.” His face was darkening as the blood rushed to his cheeks. 

“Do tell, brother,” gasped Sashur. Sweat rolled down his hot face as he thrust himself into the quivering Miloh. “You know how the juicy details excite me so.”

Bantur cupped Miloh’s cheeks. “His lips, so soft and firm. They hold me so.”

“Yes,” hissed Sashur. He slammed hard into Miloh’s ass, making the djinn squeal through his nose. His golden eyes were riveted, not to Miloh, but to Bantur. “Go on.”

“His tongue is so rough,” Bantur sighed from deep within his chest as he returned his brother’s longing gaze. “It slides along my hard cock, slithering like a serpent on my tight skin. It never stops, but does torture me with such delicious ecstasy.”

Sashur’s round belly heaved. His claws dug into Miloh’s hips, his cock growing harder as he pounded the djinn’s rump with a quickening pace. Meanwhile, Miloh’s head was spinning. Sashur’s cock filled his belly, swelling inside him with a hot, maddening delight as it thrust him into Bantur’s pelvis. At the same time, Bantur’s velvet member slid so easily down his throat, that Miloh wished he could swallow that throbbing shaft. He panted through is nose, his skin slick with sweat as his body bucked between the two djinn. 

“More,” roared Sashur. He wrapped his arms around Miloh, burying himself deep with a savage thrust that made the djinn’s mouth open wide in a howl. “Please, Bantur, I’m so close.”

“You’re making me so jealous, Sashur,” Bantur sighed. “Seeing you pound with such raw strength.” He licked his black lips. “Yes, there is such a fire in this one. I-I… Oh, Sashur, he tickles my tip so. I cannot… I cannot.”

Thick, white seed poured down Miloh’s gaping throat as Bantur gripped the djinn’s face. His black lips fell in a silent scream as he pumped his fertile essence into Miloh’s mouth. The djinn’s golden cheeks ballooned, semen spurting from his lips as he struggled to gulp down Bantur’s seed. 

“Y-Yes,” Bantur groaned. “Oh yes.” His bleary, golden eyes were focused on Sashur. “Make me come.”

Miloh’s belly heaved as it grew so full with Bantu’rs thick, bubbling essence. The djinn shuddered above Miloh, pumping another strand down his throat. Miloh’s claws fell to his belly, his eyes widening as he felt himself growing round with expansion. His firm, flat belly was now bloated painfully to look as if he were six months pregnant. Pregnant! The thought flickered in his mind like a dying ember. His eyes grew heavy and the djinn began to suckle gently at Bantur’s cock, letting the last quivering spurts trickle down his throat. At last he let the softening shaft slip from his sticky, white lips. Lose strands of semen clung from his fangs, oozing from his outstretched tongue to pool into a darkening stain on the comforter. 

Banter cradled Miloh’s hot face as Sashur thrust deep, slamming into the djinn’s core and locking them together. 

“Here’s the best part,” Bantur said. “Ah, it does pain me so to watch, though.”

Sashur’s back arched, his fangs clenched as he roared. Hot seed flooded Miloh’s battered rectum pouring into his core to be lapped up by his greedy womb. His lower belly filled with an aching warmth that made the djinn groan. His stomach, now appearing six months pregnant, was quickly swelling to the size of twins as Sashur’s fertile seed pumped. The mounting pressure forced Miloh to his hands and knees, his belly stretching to the bed beneath him. 

“A-Ah,” he moaned. 

“How is it?” Bantur asked.

“M-More, came the whimpering reply. “More, please.”

“You hear that?” Bantur turned his gaze to his brother. “He wants more.”

Hot seed filled Miloh’s belly, spurting from his quivering anus to ooze down his thigh. Sashur pulled himself from Miloh’ ring, allowing his dripping semen to mat into the djinn’s furry leg. 

“Very good,” Sashur said. He fanned his hot face with a claw. “I do believe we have a proud new member. 

“Why yes.” Bantur clapped his clawed hands. “I do believe he will grow to love it here.” 

Sashur stood up from the bed, his cock slack, the last drops of his seed beading on his tip. He wiped the remaining semen from his cock with a finger and offered his hand to Miloh. The panting djinn licked his finger clean, his tail wagging as if he were a puppy. 

“I believe, brother,” Sashur said. “That you mean, he will love to [i]grow[/i].”

Bantur’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Indeed he shall.” He took Miloh by the shoulders, arranging the djinn on the bed. “This room is yours. Compliments of the house.” He placed a claw on Miloh’s swollen belly. “Marvelous, really.” Gently stroking the taut skin, he added, “Do not worry about a bill. You’ll be paying soon enough anyway.” He kissed Miloh’s belly and rose to join Sashur. 

“Shall we allow the new member his rest?” Sashur asked as he slipped back into his robe. 

Bantur nodded. “I believe the hour is late enough as it is.” He took Sashur’s hands in his. “We should retire for the evening. Besides,” his golden eyes smoldered. “I wish to see you alone, brother.”

“Yes, brother,” Sashur answered. “We are due some family time.”

He reached away from Bantur and tapped the glow cube. The purple light snuffed out, bathing the room in darkness. 

“Sleep well,” he whispered to Miloh. 

As the pair slipped into the hall, Miloh rolled to his back, his hands on his belly. His middle was a gravid hump that rose up above him towering like a mountain. His furry fingers grazed the ripe, taut flesh, the faint gurgles rumbling beneath his fingertips. 

“Pregnant,” he mumbled in his sleep. “Want… become pregnant…”

He fell to his side, his arms around his swollen belly. His legs tucked up beneath his distended middle as sleep overtook him.