Waylaid, Pt.02

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.