The Demon From Down the Lane

by Kratos the Divine

Gaara is a curious human who did a little too much research into the demons around him. When he decides to sneak into their night club, to find out what's really real, his world changes drastically. The night is dark, but it's never lonely when the demons come to play. NaruxGaa NaruxKiba and others as it suits my fancy. YAOI. HARDCORE. NOT FOR KIDDIES!

1. Chapter 1

A/N: So… it's been years since I've posted and… what do I have to show for it? That's right. Not an update, but a brand new story. An incredibly raunchy story. Like… seriously. I'm really showing off my kinks in this one. And, as porn-i-rific as this story is… it also has a plot! So it's like… really porn-driven plot.

Alexei: Um… I have a question…

Nicholae: Yes he finally managed to crawl out of the closet you locked him in years ago… We're still trying to figure out what you did to him…

Kratos: Nothing happened. We had tea, and cakes, there were ponies, and all was well. Please do not press the issue.

Mikhael: Well… what about the collar?

Alexei: Yeah… what about the… collar. *toys with remote*

Kratos: IT IS A FASHION STATEMENT: I HAVE NO FASHION!

Nicholae: Obviously. Well… I think it might be my turn, or maybe his, but whatever. I'll do it this time.

Disclaimer: The author of this fanfic does not own or profit from the characters represented herein. Naruto is the property of Mashashi Kishimoto, who will one day be heralded as a god for his creation. Furthermore, the material(s) covered in this fictional story are:
A) Fictional

B) Exceptionally Graphic

C) Sexual activities between two boys (GAY HOMOEROTIC QUEEROSEXUAL VAGINA-FREE BOY ON BOY BUTT POUNDING ANUS SPEARING ASS PLUNDERING BEND OVER AND GRAB YER ANKLES I'M GOING IN ROUGH SMEXYTIMES!)

Mikhael: If he offends anybody… ride a donkey-dick till you get to the creamy center, because he told you it was going to be graphically gay!

Kratos: Well… that's… one way of putting it… but… Without further ado, I am pleased to present a steamy and demony fic I like to call…

Little Red Riding Demons

… But seriously, here's

The Demon from Down the Lane

++++Gaara's POV++++

I'd spent six months studying, planning, researching, and learning all that I could about… them. Hours of felony-level stalking, exceptionally skillful eavesdropping, and brilliant – if I do say so myself – planning had led me here… The Den.

The Den was a club, a night club that frequently appeared in the local papers. It was billed as "ten out of ten, amazing music, wonderful – and exclusive – clientele". The building was massive and was said to contain over a hundred private rooms, lounges, dance floors, and… retiring chambers. And, on top of it all, it was a demon hot-ground.

I'm not a demon hunter. I'm not a priest. I'm not even particularly religious. But I am curious, and… honestly, I'm a bit interested in them. And that's why I decided to stake out the club. In clubbing clothes. Totally and completely inconspicuous. Totally. Minus the trembling.

"Hey Red, what's your problem?" the bouncer asked, staring at me over his mirror shades. I blushed – couldn't help it, I'm a bit shy. Plus, he was pretty hot… shaggy brown hair cascading a bit below his ears, some red tattoo marks on his face – triangles pointing down, an odd pattern but one I had discovered in my research. Just a simple tribal tattoo marking him as a member of the Inuzuka dog demons.

"Ah… sorry, I was… ah…" I coughed and he laughed.

"Mmmhmm… you got a sponsor, Red?" he asked, lowering his shades down to the tip of his nose. His eyes were strangely feral, although incredibly warm… kind of like melted chocolate… And his voice was really… No! Keep it together! He's hot, yeah, but he's not your goal!

I leaned back slightly and lowered my eyes – trying to make myself look as uncaring as possible. "I don't need a sponsor. I think you'll find I'm you're type of client, Inuzuka." I glared at him, hoping that the glare I'd practiced for weeks was convincing enough. The dog demon chuckled quietly before shaking his head.

"Right, Red. Look, why don't you go back home before you get yourself in…" he trailed off. Suddenly, he tensed and blinked before removing his shades completely before leaning down and staring me firmly in the eyes. Recognition sparked in his eyes, "S-sorry, did you say… Ah shit… Yeah, my bad, didn't mean ta… c'mon in." He stood back up and removed the red velvet rope. "Enjoy, sir. Welcome to The Den."

Something should have set me off, really, right then and there. It wasn't right. He didn't believe me. I could tell. Something about the nervousness he had about him, like he was going to get in trouble. But… I was in, and that's all that mattered. The entrance hall was heavily lined with soft red carpet and classy décor. The hallway was sound-buffered so that only the vibrations of the main dance floor's beats filtered through. Entering the club proper was like walking into a hellish pit of heavy beating bases and powerful rhythms, gyrating and convulsing bodies, and a glorious lack of inhibition.

I wasn't supposed to be here, I know. It was dangerous. All my research said I could blend in. It wasn't hard. I just had to keep from letting them know I was human. It wasn't hard. A group of people at the bar turned and stared at me. Suddenly, I knew I was in trouble. Several other groups and individuals started staring at me, and a few began to move towards me. I took a step back and made to run, but it was too late – one was already there.

Strong… powerful… oh God… he smelled so… masculine… sweat glistened off of his bare chest, and the smile he beamed down at me melted any reservations I had. He pulled me against his chest and a deep, powerful rumble vibrated through my being. His beautifully innocent blue eyes stared at me, and his perfectly formed lips moved, though his words were lost to me in the music. I felt as if I could spend eternity just watching him talk, and never hearing what he said.

Carefully, gently, he pulled me into a hallway that I hadn't noticed before, and the music died down almost instantly. Before I could speak, he gently covered my mouth and pushed open a door. Inside was a private lounge that was, at the time, empty. It was nice and decorated in tones of purple and blue, with dark wood furniture and a fully stocked bar on one side. He pushed me in and closed the door behind us. A soft click confirmed that we wouldn't be interrupted – and that I couldn't escape.

I finally had a chance to review my rescuing captor, and he was… perfect. He was shirtless, and perfectly tanned skin was stretched tightly over nicely chiseled abs and pecs. Muscularly toned, but not buff. His back was strong and well formed, and he had a pert and well-formed ass with just the slightest hint of toned muscle to it. He had soft-looking blonde hair that was slightly damp with sweat, but still seemed to remain in a spiky hairstyle. Whisker-like marks on his face were demon signs I'd never seen before, though they added to his appeal beyond anything… except those eyes. They seemed so innocent, so kind and caring. They were a rich, living blue that danced with mirth, even as they were scanning me.

"That was close, yeah?" he asked softly, a gentle smile gracing his face. I shrugged. Had to keep it cool… though, as sweet and innocent as this guy looked… he might actually not be a demon. He might be a normal guy like me who has a sponsor here… though that would mean he was a demon's pet…

"Whatever. It's not the first time that's happened," I replied casually. He chuckled and moved towards me lightly. I tensed a bit, and his grin widened.

"Cut the shit. You fooled Kiba with your secondhand knowledge, but I'm a whole 'nother level. Name's Naruto, by the way. Can I get you a drink?" he asked, moving towards the small, unattended bar. "Sit," he said, motioning to a table against the wall. I numbly obeyed. Kiba must have been the demon at the door… and if this guy was "a whole 'nother level" that made him a demon, too.

My mouth ran dry. He knew. But how… all my research had told me they had no way of telling demon from human… A glass was pressed into my hand. "You seem like a sweets guy… try this," he said. Blinking, I stared at the glass. The liquid inside was a deep red and smelled slightly of fruit.

Nervously, I looked up at him. Sitting across from me, he seemed like a normal guy. He ran his finger around the rim of his glass and licked it. "Ah… scotch…" he murmured before lifting the glass to his lips and taking a huge gulp. I winced as I watched the liquor vanish down his throat. Scotch was hard stuff. It burned the fuck out of my throat… not that I was supposed to be drinking it, but still…

Sitting his glass down, he grinned, "If it ain't at least 18, I don't touch it," he said with a cocky smirk before noticing my drink had gone untouched. With a quirked brow, he motioned for me to drink. "I didn't drug it, you know."

Nervously, I took a sip. It was very sweet, and barely any alcoholic burn going down. "It's… it's good. Thank you…" I said. He smiled and nodded.

"Thought you'd like it. So, tell me, why are you, a totally and completely innocent human – virgin, might I add – wandering in a demon hotbed?"

"D-demon?" I stuttered, hoping to throw him off. If he thought I was completely ignorant, he might just throw me out. My fortune wasn't that great, apparently, because my response caused him to laugh a deep, powerful laugh. It wasn't particularly frightening. In fact, if we'd been friends, I'd have to say it was comforting. But coming from a demon, it might as well have been accompanied by a twirl-y moustache and dramatic piano music.

"Look, I'll level with you. I'm trying to decide if I want to eat you. You're obviously very clever and I like that. Plus, you're exactly my type. Slender, smooth, supple… I imagine you'd be incredibly flexible in bed. And I've always had a think for red heads, and you're just so damn… sexy in your ignorance. So… really, I'm trying to decide if I want to let you live or not… I'm definitely going to eat you, now that I think about it…" he ran his finger over the rim of his glass again, almost as if he was nervous. His eyes flicked up towards me.

I blanched and he laughed. "Oh, relax! I'm not going to actually eat eat you. I'm going to… ravish you… defile you… devour your innocence… that whole thing," he said almost as if we were talking about a sports team or weather forecasts. My look must have been one of confusion, though, because he suddenly started giggling – giggling! – and added, "I'm going to fuck your brains out, get it?" I nodded dumbly and he smiled.

"Great! So, now, all that remains is do I let you live or do I kill you afterwards…"

I have to admit… I thought he was joking up until now. But the look in his eye was… not. The innocent blue still shined brightly, but something darker lurked beneath them, causing a strange purple tint to glint in the low light. I swallowed the rest of my drink and sat it on the table. "Thanks for the drink… I've got to get – mmph!"

His lips were incredibly soft, actually. And he tasted smoky from his scotch... and spicy, too. His hands were everywhere at once, and in minutes I was stripped bare, panting beneath him on the floor. Powerful strokes and licks all over my body paralyzed me. I squirmed beneath him, completely incapable of saying no to any of his advances. His fingers kneaded me, prodded my, brushed me in ways that caused pleasure to course through my body like the blood in my veins. Then, as if they never were there, his leather pants vanished, and I saw that he was quite serious about ravishing me… thoroughly ravishing me.

It wasn't the first cock I'd seen in my life, what with the bounty of porn on the internet, but it was the most impressive. It wasn't a monster cock with a weird bend or spikes, but it was large. Length wise, it was about eight inches, maybe eight and half. The girth of the shaft promised to be a stretching experience, as it looked like it was about as thick as a beer bottle. The swelling had caused the foreskin to peel back slightly, leaving the tip of his pink head exposed. A small bead of clear fluid was forming in his slit and he smiled his wicked smile at me. I was pinned flat on my back, with both of his knees forcing my legs to spread. My own arousal was… significantly less impressive.

"So… here's where you get a say. Oral or no?" he asked as he leaned down and nuzzled my neck as I tried to formulate a plea for mercy. My words died, though as playful nips danced across my skin. A particularly sharp nip actually pierced my skin, causing a small droplet of my life fluid to bead to the surface of my flesh. He chuckled against my neck. "Sorry…" he murmured before nipping me again, much harder this time, "Actually… not really…" he licked the wound and purred softly for a second before jerking up and cursing.

"Fuck! You're kidding me! Shit! Damn it!" he hissed as his sat back on his calves. His arousal bobbed angrily, almost as if it was nodding in agreement. I sat up on my elbows, finally able to control myself as I realized what was really happening. I'd almost been raped by a demon! My movement seemed to have caught his attention, because his eyes once again locked on to me.

"You're… you fuckin'… damn it… FUCK!" he roared before slamming his fist into the floor. There was a loud crack as the concrete beneath the purple carpet broke under his rage. Suddenly, his eyes seemed to lock onto mine, and the world started to shimmer around him. Red bled into his blue eyes and his face became significantly more wild. I found it hard to focus on anything but him, and found myself wondering what he'd suggest I do. It was a curious thought, almost as if I was eager to do whatever he suggested. Suddenly, I realized it was a form of hypnosis, but by then it was too late. He'd already made his suggestion… very persuasively, might I add. His handsome face smirked cockily as he whispered, "Sleep."

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++++Naruto's POV++++

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I dropped my aura as soon as the boy beneath me drifted off. Fuck! Now what am I going to do? Lil' Naru's out and he won't go back in till he's had a nice time. Staring at the boy beneath me, I thought long and hard about bending my rule and having just a little taste of the delicious child beneath me, but I couldn't. I made a promise, and I keep my promises. But that didn't mean I couldn't keep him till he was ripe.

Grinning, I bit into my wrist and held it over his chest, allowing my dark blood to pool on his pale, succulent flesh. A slow trickle ran down his chest and into the slight dip leading to his abdomen – I'd have to do something about that, couldn't have him wasting way on me – before pooling on his stomach. Licking my wrist, I thought carefully about my next action. What did I want from this boy? Everything, obviously… duh! With that incredibly complicated decision made, I drew the ancient signs of ownership in my blood on the boy's stomach, chest, and head. Then, just for fun, I traced a few personal signs on his groin – nothing binding like the ownership marks, but some fun things like "joy stick" and "happy sack" and "Property of Naruto, don't touch, lick, nuzzle, suck, stroke, or milk without prior approval". Just something to let everyone know that he was mine... Not that it mattered, anyway. The marks of my blood had already sank into his flesh. The rest would just dry and crack and eventually wipe off.

That problem taken care of, I gave him one last, incredibly longing look, before firmly reminding myself that a promise is a promise. I stepped out of the lounge and locked the door behind me – added caution. Not that any of the others would dare test my marks, but still… couldn't hurt to be safe. A human that wandered in and saw my prize wouldn't see anything but a deliciously defenseless sexiboi. I groaned as Lil' Naru throbbed, reminding me of why I was leaving him alone and unguarded. Stepping out of the hallway, I cast a cursory glance around for anyone to suit my hungers for the night. A few familiars popped up on my radar, but not that promised anything like what I wanted.

I was about to give up and settle for a medium-to bad lay with one of the random demonesses wandering around when Kiba came wandering in from the entrance, stretching and looking longingly towards the bar. I smirked. Kiba was a definite yes. I intercepted in before he was halfway across the floor. He whined.

"C'mon Naruto, I'm thirsty!" he pleaded. I smirked and nuzzled his neck.

"Aw… poor puppy wants a drink? Papa's got some nice warm milk for him, but he has to say ah first, 'kay?" I teased. I guess it was Lil' Naru stabbing him in the leg, or maybe the way I said it, but finally, he realized I was naked and fully engaged. Dumbly, he nodded and I led him towards the same hallway that I just recently led the cause of my discomfort down. Opening the room next to my private lounge, I pushed Kiba in and chuckled.

"Good puppy," I cooed as he immediately sank to his knees and started whimpering and whining, begging and pleading with his eyes. "Are you hungry puppy? Did you find anything tasty outside?" I asked, gently running my fingers through his hair. Kiba leaned into my touch – he was a good boy, after all, and the best one I ever trained.

He nodded furiously before lovingly nuzzling my thigh. "There was this little red-haired guy, really cute. Blushed a lot. But… he knew I was an Inu, so I thought he was one of us…" he playfully licked at the base of my shaft. I scratched his head gently before patting him and stepping away. He whined, but grinned when I came back with a chair. I sat a few feet away from him.

"You've been a naughty puppy, Kiba. He wasn't one of us. He was a sweet, innocent little human… Luckily, I managed to pluck him up before any of the others could…" I chided, shaking my finger at him before grinning and curling it towards me. Kiba crawled eagerly towards me and rested his head in my lap. "Unfortunately… he's a little young for my tastes, so I've been left with a bit of a problem, as you can see," I said as I gently rubbed my throbbing cock against his cheek, taking a second to smear my precum on his lips. His pink tongue lashed out, scooping up the precum on his lips and just barely grazing my head, causing me to groan lightly. "Good boy… is my puppy thirsty? I've got plenty of nice fresh milk for him…" Kiba whined eagerly and nuzzled my thigh again. I smiled softly and patted his head. "You know what to do, pup."

Almost as soon as I gave him permission, the head of my cock was engulfed in a tight, hot, wet cavern lined with flesh-rending ivory daggers. A sinfully skillful tongue swirled around my knob, collecting a healthy amount of my precum. I moaned loudly to let my puppy know he was doing a good job, and buried my fingers in his hair, tugging slightly, but not forcing more than he wanted to take into his mouth. He wanted to pleasure me, after all, so he got to decide how to do it.

A soft growl built up in his throat as he started to slowly bob his head up and down my shaft. Each time my head would brush the back of his throat, the growl grew more intense, sending jolts of pleasure through my sensitive tip. Precum was gushing out of my cock like water, and he swallowed it hungrily each time I filled his mouth. I always had exceptional pre-production, so he had plenty to enjoy before his real meal came... God! That tongue was amazing!

I groaned loudly and gasped as his tongue suddenly ran the length of my shaft in his mouth before he deepthroated me – an impressive task, by the way. Not to brag, but I've never had a demon (or a demoness on the rare occasion) complain about anything but the limp afterwards. He'd had plenty of practice, though.

Gasping loudly, I gently tugged on his hair to let him know I was close. Swallowing once around me – and just barely managing to squeeze off my shaft so I couldn't shoot that instant – he pulled back until only the head of my shaft was buried in his steamy mouth. His sinful tongue danced around my cockhead until finally, with a loud groan, I tensed up and spewed a good cup or so of my potent essence into his famished mouth. Kiba's throat worked overtime to gulp down all my spunk while his tongue flicked at the slit it was flowing from between powerful pulses.

At least thirty seconds passed before my voluminous release slowed to a regular "human" pace. I patted his head as he continued to hungrily suckle the last dregs of my seed. "God, puppy… you're so naughty with that tongue of yours… fuck, you're good…" I panted as I slumped back in my chair, my sexual frustration (for the moment) sated. Kiba continued to lick and suckle my softening demonhood until the very last trickles of my sperm were drained into his stomach. He released me with a soft pop and panted happily before crawling up my chair so that his face was beneath mine. His pants washed over me, and it carried a good, strong scent of my seed with every puff. He licked his lips before leaning down and nuzzling my chest. I pressed my hand to his head and gently scratched it. "Good boy! Such a good boy, puppy… you deserve a treat, don't you? Don't you?" Kiba grinned and nodded, still not quite ready to start talking again – he always got like this when we played. He was such an obedient puppy… if I could love, I'd love him for it…

I stood and stretched, chuckling at how he sat back on his haunches, his erection straining against the fabric of his plain black jeans. He was really quite well dressed, with his black t-shirt stretched so deliciously tightly across his chest and abs. Gazing down at him, I smirked. "Take off your clothes, pup." Tearing at his shirt, he threw it over his back before ripping the button off of his tight pants and clumsily yanking them off. He resumed his obedient position, sitting on his haunches and waiting for instructions. So adorable!

I knelt down in front of him and brushed his throbbing shaft with my hand. Kiba was a proud demon, so when his entire frame shuddered and he released the most pathetic whine ever, I knew he was at his breaking point. Gripping the beastly member in my hands, I chuckled at his eager expression. "Pup… You know," I said casually as I lightly pumped his iron, "I don't remember the last time I tasted you… I should probably fix that, huh?" Gently tugging his cock as I rose, I directed him to stand and walk towards a table nearby. He stumbled back – my hand still holding his cock – as his ass bumped the table. Falling back nicely onto it, he yelped and instinctively spread his legs. That was a beautiful sight. A gorgeous dog demon spread out panting heavily on a table, waiting for me to devour him whole. I wiped the drool from my mouth before realizing I could put it to a better purpose. Carefully, I knelt down so that my face was now level with his body. Greedily, I licked his throbbing meat shaft, and groaned at the explosion of flavor that filled my mouth. Kiba was a canine demon. His shaft was long and thick, with just the slightest hint of swelling at the base that suggested what his bestial form's cock proudly stated: he had a knot and he liked to use it. He was built to breed, so even his precum had a powerfully potent head to it. It was a rich flavor, and one that not many people would find pleasant. It was bitter, and smoky, like scotch. But there was an underline sweet-salty taste that just barely danced at the border of your taste buds, and it drew the whole thing together. He was one of the few demons that I actually eagerly sucked off. His precum was like a 12 year scotch, strong and tasty, but not as satisfying as his real load. That… that was like nectar from a peaty heaven. I hungrily sucked his spearhead for a few minutes before realizing that there was so much more I could do. Grinning, I released his shaft with a pop and nudged his legs apart. Scooping up a healthy dose of his pre-cum and my saliva, I zeroed in on his precious pink pucker and made swift work of preparing him.

Giving his shaft a final lick, I stood and positioned my reawakened libido at his lightly lubed entrance. Grinning down at him, I gave him one last set of instructions. "Don't you dare cum till I say you can, got it pup?" Before he could respond, I sheathed myself inside of him, moaning at the tight heat that enveloped my throbbing cock. He yelped and his hands flew to my shoulders, claws digging into my flesh. I grinned. God, he was tight! Kiba only ever bottomed for me, and it had been so long since I had my puppy on his back… Oh God… way to long. I groaned and bucked into him, earning a startled yelp. His tightness squeezed around me more fiercely, and I had a hard time pulling out the next go round.

Panting, I ground myself against his ass, burying my member as deep as I physically could. He growled and nipped at my neck as our mating took on a more ferocious aspect. Soon, my fangs extended and my human façade started to receded – just as his had done a few moments before. We were two powerful demons, rutting away furiously on a rather fragile table. When the first crack filled the air, and roared and ripped his body up off of the breaking table. Not missing a single rapid thrust, I slammed him against the wall next to the table and pounded his ass harder. He yelped and growled as he nipped at me. His claws had extended even more, and were tearing at my back. The sharp pain of the scratches, combined with the salt from our combined sweat, added a new level of pleasure to our violent coupling.

Deciding I didn't like this position, I again switched our location, so that he was pinned firmly to the floor. I slowed my thrusts down and started to make long, slow, drawn out plunges into his manly depths. He whimpered as my shaft brushed against his pleasure points deep within his body. I held his hands above his head so he couldn't do anything but accept what I was giving him. Copious amounts of his pre-cum had spewed between us, and the room was starting to smell like that amazing smell of sweat, sex, masculinity, and just a twinge of canine potency. I leaned down and flicked my tongue across his chest, smirking when the familiar flavor of his pre coated my tongue. My puppy was trying so hard not to cum… Unfortunately, he had yet to release himself tonight, while I had just drained my first load down his throat. He was fighting a losing battle, but I wasn't a cruel master.

Leaning down, I bit into the side of his neck, taking a deep drink from his life nectar. He whimpered, and the pain and shock was enough of a distraction to lessen his orgasm's approach, if only a little. I shifted our position slightly so that his back was slightly curled and I was pounding down into him while I looked him in the face. He was so beautifully horny. His eyes pleaded with me, begging me for permission. With a loud and victorious roar, I slammed my shaft as deep into him as possible. My balls rested comfortable on his ass as they started jumping and pumping my potent secretion into my loyal and willing bitch. Stream after stream of my masculinity flooded his innards, painting him from the inside with my scent and dominance. He whimpered as he felt the flood of searing hot sperm soak into him, marking him as my bitch. My essence would be in him for months, and he would always have just the faintest hint of my scent about him… and he loved that. My orgasm lasted over two minutes before I finally planted the last streams of spunk my balls had to offer in his ass. Slowly, I withdrew from him, making sure to keep his ass high in the air. My essence had filled him nicely, and I could see it pooling inside of him.

"Stay, boy!" I ordered. He whimpered and whined pleadingly – he still hadn't come. He was such a good puppy! I calmly strolled to the bar and selected a large wine glass. Grinning, I returned to him and slowly lowered his ass so that my seed started running out of him into the glass. It gushed out at first, but then slowed to a drizzle and finally, just a few drops. I smirked. The glass was filled to the brim. Not bad for the night's second load. I always hated the idea of my seed going to waste, so I carefully moved the cup so that it was sitting next to his head. "Such a good puppy… I bet he wants more milk, doesn't he? I've got a nice, big, fresh glass right here for you. Why don't you go ahead and lap it up, puppy?"I said. He obediently crawled –shakily – to his hands and knees before lowering his head and lapping at my spunk-chalice with his devilish tongue. Grinning, I stood and walked back to the bar to collect another glass.

"Good boy… spread your legs a bit, pup… that's right… good boy. I'm a bit thirsty myself, so I might just milk you, pup. How's that sound, hmm?" I said as I carefully placed the glass between his legs so that his member dangled just inside of it. He whined eagerly and shook his hips even as he dipped deeper into the quickly emptying chalice of man goo. I smiled and gently gripped his member. "You can cum whenever you're ready puppy. I'm thirsty, so make me a lot of milk, 'kay?" I teased before gently tugging his throbbing cock. Smirking naughtily, I flicked my tongue across his gooey hole. The potent tast of my seed greeted me and I moaned slightly before burying my tongue in his cavity, seeking out any of my seed that I could reach. Large reserves of it were too deep for me to get, but small trickles occasionally touched my tongue. Kiba yelped and whined as my tongue danced in his sensitive cavity, occasionally ducking out to tease his abused and stretched entrance. Lovingly, I rolled and caressed his hefty sack in my off-hand while I stroked and rubbed his cock with my right hand. I felt the tightness build inside those heavy orbs until, finally, I felt his body convulse around my tongue. I gripped his balls and gently tugged them while he pumped out streams of his smoky goo into my awaiting goblet. He groaned and eagerly pumped as much of his sperm-laden spunk into the class as he could before his member finally spent its last drops. I squeezed down his shaft and rolled his balls around to make sure I got the very last few drops of his reproductive goo before releasing him. He remained in his position, still obediently lapping up the last few dregs of my spunk from the cup I gave him.

Collecting my prize, I stood and walked in front of him. Gently nudging his chin with my foot – I grinned when I felt the slippery remains of his frantic feasting – I caught his attention. "Thanks for the meal, puppy. You're always so tasty when you're like this. I hope you enjoyed your treat." I then took a heavy swig from the cup filled with his jizz. It was a heady and powerful rush of masculinity and sexual energy that filled my core with new life. His body had offered up this rich and divine nectar in the attempts to create a new life. I was devouring it for the sheer pleasure of it. I greedily drained the glass and licked it clean before smirking at him and squatting down. I licked his cheek once before grabbing his hair and pulling him into a bruising kiss. The taste of our seeds mingled as we battled for dominance, though we both already knew who had won. Finally, I released his hair and lessened the kiss to a more gentle one. He finally broke away, licking his lips with an appreciative whimper. I smiled and patted his cheek. "Thanks puppy. I needed that…" I stood and stretched. "But now… I think we could both do with a bath."

For now, my sexual hungers had been appeased. Though, as I helped Kiba stand and clean up the lounge we stole, I felt that familiar stirring deep within my being. Kiba was not going to get off with just one round tonight. Judging by the limp he was sporting now, he probably wouldn't be moving much tomorrow, either. I smirked as led him towards one of the small, private bathing lounges. He knew as well as I did, that it would take a lot to satisfy my lusty desires. Especially since I couldn't have the thing that started them. Not yet, anyway.

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A/N: So… Read and Review. Goodnight!

Mikhael: Wait a minute. What… the… FUCK was that?

Nicholae: That was… that was… fuck… that was not your usual… well… that was just wow.

Alexei: I STILL HAVE A QUESTION!

Kratos: Yes, Alexei?

Alexei: What's a spunk-chalice?

Nicholae: It's nothing you should worry about, GO TO BED!

Kratos: A spunk-chalice is… another word for a spanking. So, you don't want those, do you? Yeah… let's just ignore that, huh? Want a cookie?

Alexei: *eyes narrow* Two cookies?

Kratos: The whole damn box! Just get this collar off of me!

Mikhael: *to Nicholae* I wonder if he remembers I have the remote now?

NIcholae: Is THAT what that last part was? You making him write that stuff?

Mikhael: *scoffs* Hunny, trust me. I didn't HAVE to MAKE him write anything. That was all his own little fantasy. Now… If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go enjoy my new 3DS. Courtesy of our collared author friend here… Imma hack the game so I can tap Inigo's sexy little dancer-ass!

Kratos: … that cost me almost three hundred… never mind… never mind. Read and Review?