His warmth! His supple, wet, tightness as I pushed myself deeper. My head fell back, my eyes closing as I let my tongue roll along the roof of my mouth. I sighed, slow and easy, relishing in the quivering snugness of Bantur’s rectum. My claws slid down his swollen belly, fingers seeking his distended navel. I hooked his silver navel ring, tugging gently, my ears twitching as he yelped. 

“Ngh, A-Ammah,” I heard him moan beneath me.

My blood boiled. My arms hugged his round body as I drove myself into him. Bantur whimpered, his tail wagging before my face as I pulled back. His anus clenched around my cock, not daring to let me go as I came charging back in. My tip slammed his prostate and the djinn gave a howl that echoed over the sleeping city. My hips rocked into his jiggling ass, nudging that trembling glad, rubbing harder, faster. My heart raced, sweat poured down my brow. Like a grand banquet, he was laid out for me, and I was so very, very hungry. My pace quickened, Bantur’s cries serving to only whet my appetite. My belly roared, demanding that I feast. My slavering jaws parted and I dove. Fangs sought bared flesh as I bit down on his bare shoulder. His skin was so sweet, mingled with the spices of our homeland, played across my tongue. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I nibbled his smooth shoulder, working my way towards his offered throat. My cock throbbed, swelling, growing so painfully erect as I drove harder into my dear cousin. His body came alive, every muscle seeking such pleasures, writhing like enraged serpents beneath my touch. 

“Bantur, I--” My voice was a rasping moan in his ear. 

“Ammah, hush,” he replied. 

My lips sought his neck, peppering his corded throat with my kisses, seasoning the meal to come. My teeth locked to his flesh, savoring the delectable morsel as I made my way to his jaw. Bantur’s pregnant body collapsed beneath me, his strength ebbing under my relentless love. He would give himself to me, surrendering utterly. His flower opened and I was quick to slide myself deeper into him. My cock smashed his weakening prostate and I could feel him shudder in ecstasy. Bantur gave a cry and released himself, a darkening stain spreading beneath us as I came in again. Another shuddering spurt and the djinn’s hardening shaft oozed with thick, fertile seed. The scent of his semen joined the heavenly aroma of his skin, driving me crazy. 

Claws slid up his gravid belly, clasping his fat, sagging tits. My fingers found his erect nipples and pinched. Pain and pleasure, delight and torture flooded his senses. Tears streamed from his eyes, snot running freely from his nose as my cousin wept openly. 

“Oh god, Ammah,” he sobbed. His belly heaved beneath me. “Oh… Oh, don’t stop.”

My white fangs bit down on his ear, claiming him as all djinn would claim their lovers. I thrust deep, locking us together in that primal embrace. Our heaving, sweating bodies, heavy with our offspring, melded together in that single, blessed moment. My claws raked his flesh, all sense of reasoning giving way to animal lust. My hips bucked, slamming harder, faster. From far away, I could hear him now, crying out. Still, my hips continued to sway, driving myself deeper into the tight, warmth of his rectum. Faster, I had to go faster. Harder, so much harder. 

“Harder,” I grunted. “Harder, harder, har--”

My churning balls erupted, fresh seed releasing from my throbbing cock in a gushing torrent that flooded his womb. His trembling prostate was blasted, battered by pump after pump of thick, ropey semen. 

“A-Ah, Ammah!” Bantur shrieked. “O-Oh, you’re incredible.”

I locked my hips to his fat rump and let loose with another strand of virile seed. My arms hugged his gravid body, as if to let go would be to lose him forever. My breath came out in ragged pants as I let go of his ear. Gasping, I let my gaze wander down his back. His skin glistened with a sheen of warm sweat, making his skin shimmer in the light. My claw traced the path of his spine, coming to the base of his tail. I slid around his tail, stopping just above the cleft in his cheeks. Carefully, I pulled back. His ring quivered, his pregnant body trembling as I slid back against his battered petals. 

“O-Oh…” he whimpered as I pulled out. 
White seed oozed from his bruised ring, trickling down his thigh in thick strands to mat into his fur. My cock was slathered a creamy white, my warm sticky seed clinging between us like honey.

“Ammah,” he panted. He rolled to his side, a hand clapped to his rear. He looked at me, his eyes wide. “You were like an animal.”

I saw him then, his skin etched with angry, red wheals from claw and fang. His body was marked, marred and torn from my wild lust. A tingle of a thrill tickled my spine to see the trophies of my love left behind on his perfect flesh. 

I managed a weak reply, a clawed hand gripping my bicep. “I-I guess I got a little out of control.”

Then, there came a wry grin to the djinn’s purple lips. He smiled, his eyes smoldering a deep gold as he placed a finger to his mouth. Chewing an enameled claw, he said, “Mmm, had I known that I could stir your passions so much, I would have tried harder.”

My tail swished behind me, my blood still hot. “Bantur, my passions are more than stirred.”

I turned my gaze to his fat, hard cock. Licking my lips, I then said, “Come and give me your passion.”

I rolled onto my belly, my claw flying to my ass. Behind me, I could hear the soft muffle of Bantur as he scrambled over the bed. His claws found my hips, sliding around my lower belly, lifting me into a kneeling position. His cock was a pulsating rod of heat against my cheeks. My belly trembled, my heart pounding with anticipation as that throbbing shaft slid between my cheeks, seeking my slackening ring. His spongy tip nudged my anus, making my back arch. Giving an excited gasp, I pushed my ass back, thrusting myself into his pelvis, forcing his cock to plunge deep into my rectum. Stars exploded in my eyes as his tip crashed into my prostate. My straining cock sprang up, veins as thick as ivy on an old, stone tower. My claws found his hips, my fingers digging into his soft buttocks as Bantur cupped my gravid belly. His pregnant girth swelled against my back, forcing me to push my hips backwards, spreading myself wide to him. 

His breath was hot and wet in my ear, his voice a rich, syrupy purr that sent goosebumps down my flesh. “I’m going to show you such pleasures.”

His cock slid back, slowly, so very slowly. Pulling back, he circled his hips and came in again, never stopping, never slowing. My belly swelled as his throbbing meat filled me. I sighed, my heart growing slower as a dreamy haze settled over me. Bantur’s love was a soothing balm after my rampant lust, bringing me back down. His fingers grazed my breasts, flicking at my nipples so that I moaned softly. 

“Mmm,” I groaned. “Oh, that’s so nice.”

His cock slid deep, pressing to my prostate. With a swirl of his hips, he circled my trembling gland, sending an electric thrill up my spine. Instantly, my eyes snapped wide. My heart began to pound as a hot lust boiled in my belly. 

“B-Bantur,” I whimpered. “I-I… O-Oh…”

He rocked his hips, not drawing back, but to rub against my prostate. Pleasure slammed me like a tidal wave. My belly clenched as I let my jaws fall slack. Drool ran from my lips, splattering down my heaving breasts, to puddle across my belly as every muscle in my body gave itself to my cousin. His claw came to rest upon my throat, tilting my head back so that I rested my weary face against his cheek. 

“I’m going to go faster now,” he whispered. 

I could give him little more than a strangled gurgle in reply as he swirled harder against my gland. His cock rubbed, pushed, massaging my prostate so that my poor cock was spurting shimmering precum to run down my dark shaft. My sweaty fingers slid from his rump and I toppled, flopping to the bed as Bantur pressed his attack. He plunged deeper, striking my core, making me scream. My long, dark hair was plastered to my sweaty face in thin strands as I lost myself to his sweet, beautiful tortures. My hooves flailed, kicking against the mattress as Bantur pumped, driving himself into me. 

“Do you want me to come inside you?” he asked. 

“Oh yes! Please come inside me,” I wailed. 

“Do you want to have my baby?” he said with a snicker. 

With tears running down my face, I shrieked, “Yes! Yes! I want to have your baby! Just release yourself already.”

His cock smashed hard and a searing warmth erupted into my lower belly. My head flew back as I let loose a warbling howl. “A-Aaahhh, oh…. O-Oh… Woohoo!”

My belly swelled beneath his claws, growing ripe as a brown pumpkin with fresh expansion as my greedy womb lapped at his rich, sweet seed. My pregnant belly bubbled as flurries of wild kicks pounded my innards, driving me into a state of hysterical glee.

Carefully, he pulled out of me with a wet pop. Warm semen spurted from my overfilled anus, splattering in thick globs on the bed as I rolled to my side. He laid beside me, his body radiant. My own skin shone pink from the lumin cube on the nightstand, a healthy glow of contentment. Bantur’s silvery form reflected the moonlight, cool and crisp as he stroked my damp cheek. 

“Do you feel better,” he said, his voice thick. 

“Mmm, I do,” I replied. “Thank you, cousin. I really needed that.” 

The gentle aroma of spices and the sweetness of rose tickled my nostrils as Bantur filled my vision. His lips touched my own, pressing into a soft kiss. My tongue slid from my jaws, and this time he did not pull away. My tongue met his fangs, sliding along his smooth gums to rub against the roof of his mouth. Bantur gave a small moan through his nose, his tongue twining around mine. Claws found flesh as we explored our bodies. His skin, so smooth, so soft. My fingers crept along the curve from his shoulder to his wide, motherly hip. Such a hip that I longed to see grow full with maternal beauty. His thigh came up, my fingers tangling in his fur. His dark, silky fur, so much like my own, carried with it the exotic, but so familiar scent. His body was a reflection of my own. So like me, made just for me. My chin trembled as tears stung my eyes. My lips wavered as I began to cry. I had been so alone, the only djinn in this dingy city. To have another here in my arms. 

“Ammah, are you okay,” Bantur asked. 

I looked at him, my golden eyes bloodshot. “Oh, I’m sorry.” I wiped at my face. “It’s just… Bantur, I lov--”

I stopped, the word catching on my tongue. Dare I say it? Bantur gazed at me, his eyes growing wide. 

“Ammah,” he said at last. “I… I wanted to ask you something.” He draped an arm around my shoulder, drawing us together. Our swollen bellies touched, nestling gently as we lay in each other’s embrace. “Ammah, have you ever considered?” He bit his lip and suddenly averted his gaze. 

“Considered what?” I asked. 

I then noticed the faint bloom upon his cheeks. When he turned back to me, how his eyes sparkled. It was enough to set my heart to flutter right then and there. 

“Ammah,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Have you considered that maybe, your perfect girl was really a boy?”

The question struck me like a sledgehammer. “Bantur, I--”

“You don’t have to answer right away,” he quickly added. “Just something to think about. Someone who can remind you of home. Give you a place to belong.” His claws rested on my belly. “Someone to fill you with beautiful djinn babies.”

I gulped, my tongue feeling as if it had grown two sizes in my mouth. “I-I… That is…” Could  I say it? Dare I say it? “I would… like that.” 

The words tumbled from my mouth. Bantur’s eyes lit up, his smile beaming in the dim glow of the moonlight. 

“Um, but I still have to think about all of this,” I quickly added. “I mean, Fereya, Ceri, everyone means so much to me.”

“Of course,” he replied. “I can wait for you to answer.” He kissed me, his ears drooping against his head. “After all, I already know what you are going to say.”

The room seemed to settle around us. Wrapped in that pink glow, I turned my attention to the open window. Outside, the faint thrum of the traffic buzzed against the blackened sky. The moons hung, scintillating red and green light radiating down, bathing us in its ethereal luminescence. I sighed and turned back to Bantur. 

“I know my answer,” I said. 

“You do?” His ears pricked up. 

“Yes, my answer is, ‘Again.’”

Our bodies collided like two brown titans, all reasoning giving way to the basest of animal pleasures. Fang and claw met yielding flesh. Tearing, ripping, we devoured one another. My fangs sank into his shoulder, his claws dragging crimson lines down my belly as we sought one another. His sweat, salty and bitter, played over my tongue as I swirled around his distended navel, finding his ring and tugging. Bantur yelped, pain giving way to ecstasy as he curled his fingers around my throbbing cock. Now, my lips grazed his sensitive ear, my tongue plunging as my cousin’s fat rod slid effortlessly into my gaping anus. My belly swelled anew with his hot, quivering meat, my prostate crying out in utter jubilee. Shimmering precum spurted from my tip, threatening to burst as my pleasure boiled over. My ring clamped around his shaft, my hips gyrating madly, driving into him, lifting him from the bed as I claimed my sweet delight. 

Arms entwined in a dizzying, madcap dance that set the room to spin before my eyes. The floorboards creaked below me, my ears swivelling around. When did I end up on the floor? Bantur made a small whimper beneath me. His thighs were spread wide, his knees hooked over my shoulders. My spear was planted deep and I was eager to make him shriek my name. 

“Cry out,” I said, ramming my cock hard. “Say my name.”

“A-Ammah,” came the thin cry.

“Say it louder,” I bellowed. “I want the neighborhood to hear it.”

I pulled out, grabbing Bantur into my arms. With a twirl of my hooves, I had him pinned to the window. My shaft rammed deep, smashing into his prostate.

“O-Oh, fuck!” He screamed out to the street below. “Ammah! Ammah! Oh god, I love you so much.”

“Whoo! I’m wild,” I shouted.

My hips locked to his rump, letting loose a hot torrent of virile seed that swelled his pregnant belly. Our bodies were dripping with bitter sweat, fat droplets rolling down our chocolate flesh as we leaned over the windowsill. The cool night breeze wafted, caressing our heaving forms. 

“I just had really great sex!” I cried out to the sleeping city. 

“Put some clothes on, fat ass,” came a reply from below. 

Bantur chuckled. “Maybe we should retire to the bed?”

“I uh, think that’s a good idea.” I pulled away from my cousin and stumbled to the bed. My skin fairly glowed as I hopped onto the soiled blanket. 

“You seem suddenly chipper.” Bantur smiled as he laid down beside me. “I thought you were so worn out?”

A blush rose to my cheeks. “Oh, well, I guess good company has that effect on me.”

He placed a claw on my belly, his finger slowly tracing the bump of my navel. “I’m glad to hear it. You know, Sashur is going to be so jealous when he hears of this.”

My heavy body trembled with a laugh. “Well, if he wants to, he can come and visit next time.”

“I’m sure he’d like that,” said my cousin.

Propping myself up on my elbow, I then asked, “Bantur, just how did you get in here?”

The djinn looked at me, his eyes two golden pools that swirled like living embers. “Oh, you know, I have my ways.” His claws scratched gently on my belly. “Just so you know, Ammah. I’ll never let you sleep alone.” He grinned, his fangs flashing pink. “How does that sound?”

My face grew pale. “Suddenly, not as great as when we started.”

Bantur took my head in his hands, pressing his lips to mine. “We really do miss you, cousin. You should come home some time. Your mother worries about you.”

Mom again. I bit my lip, my gaze averting from Bantur. “I-I don’t know. I don’t feel like now’s a good time. With this and all.” I pointed to my belly.

“He’s going to find out some time,” Bantur said. “Either you show up with that belly or a baby on your hip, but he’s going to find out that he is a grandmother one way or the other. Why not tell him now?”

“Maybe you're right,” I sighed, letting myself fall into his arms. My muzzle nuzzled his collarbone, inhaling the gentle aroma of our homeland. “Promise me that you’ll be there.”

His arms were around me, drawing me close. “Of course,” he said. “We’re family after all.”

Bantur snuffed out the lumin cube, the arcane light fading in the gloom of night. Our bodies wrapped in a cloak of silver, we soon found ourselves drifting off into slumber. Another love to compete for my affections. Bantur, my dear cousin. So much like me. Another djinn in a cold, empty world. Should I choose him? His slow, rhythmic breathing set my weary mind at ease. The steady thump of his heart beat in my ears, lulling me to sleep. Never had I felt such a sense of peace then now, in his arms. Sleep claimed me, carrying me away on a soft, dark blanket. But, as I slipped into blissful slumber, I wondered, could he be the one?