July NSFW Poll Result - Theran x The Beast

Theran opened his eyes and looked around him. A moment ago, he'd been fighting that big bear dude - well, getting choked by them, anyway. Now... nothing? Well, not nothing, but just... whiteness, in every direction.

Oh shit, he thought, did I die? Oh man, I hope not. How am I gonna save Kharma if I'm dead?

His wordless wondering went unanswered. He looked around, and up (or what he assumed was up, anyway), and down. He wasn't even standing on anything, as near as he could tell - just kind of... hovering, like he was still being held up, but without the suffocating sensation of having his windpipe squeezed. Well, that was a positive note, at least.

He was naked which, admittedly, was a surprise. He didn't remember any of the stories his Dad told him about what happens after you die involved full frontal nudity. Maybe it was a hidden perk?

Hello there, Theran.

The lion jerked his head around. The voice had come from... everywhere? Nowhere? Inside his own head? It was hard to place.

It's about time we met...

'It is? I dun' even know who you are. Or where you are.'

We're you, Theran. the voice echoed. 

'I'm pretty sure my voice usually comes outta my mouth though. Not, like, from.. wherever you are. So you can't be me. I'm me.'

We're you too. You are you, and so are we.

Theran blinked and stared into the distance.

'That dun' make any sense. How can you be me if I'm me?'

We know what you want. What you like. What you... need.

Theran looked around again.

'...so what do I 'need'?'

A good fuck, usually.

Theran snorted a laugh and nodded, despite his apprehension.

'Okay, ya got me there.'

You've had eyes on that ginger cat you rescued for a while, haven't you?

Theran blushed slightly and glanced to the side, as if there was anything to glance away from.

'Well, I mean...' He twiddled his fingers slightly, nervously.

You can't lie to us, Theran. Remember? We're you.

Theran coughed and stayed silent.

'You can't prove nothin'.'

Oh? So... if we were to remind you of the other day... when he got out of bed infront of you, wearing not a thread...

Theran stared adamantly off to the side, flushing deeply.

...the sight of that soft, plump circle of white fur in the sea of orange, so close you could reach out and grab it...

Theran couched again, feeling entirely uncomfortable with how much this voice that claimed to be him knew.

'W-well come on, who wouldn't look? It's a cute butt!'

You wanted to do more than look, though, didn't you? 

'Wh-? Pff, noooo. C'mon, we barely know each other!'

That's never stopped you before. Remember that wagon driver a few months ago? A two-hour trip between towns turned into three when you convinced him to pull over and let you dump a load in his backside.

Theran flushed all the deeper.

'Th... that's different! He was flirtin' with me too!'

You know what you wanted to do. To reach out while his back was turned... and get your hands on those soft, fuzzy cheeks. To hear him purr, feel him back against you...

Theran whimpered and curled in on himself slightly, floating as he was.

...to rub your naked body against his, and hear him moan as you slipped into that soft, pillowy ass...

'Sh-shut up! No I didn't!'

Oh really? Then why are you rock hard?

Theran whimpered again and glanced down - not that he needed to. The pressure of his own rigidly stiff meat was undeniable. The voice was right - if he'd been sure enough to chance it, he would have fucked the daylights out of Kharma right then and there...

The heat of his libido muddling his senses, he barely noticed the soft pressure curling around his right ankle, then his left.

Everybody sees that monster between your legs and can't wait to get on it, can they?

Theran shook his head and whined a little, cheeks burning red.

But we know you, Theran. We know you so very, very well...

He felt something coiling around his wrists - pulling them behind his back.

For as much as you love a nice, warm hole to bury yourself in...

Another one slithered up his back and over his shoulder, curling to 'stare' at the lion's face as he was firmly restrained by what he now saw, with open eyes, were tendrils, seemingly made of a thick, black fog - yet that felt like the warmest, smoothest flesh.

You love it this way too, don't you?

He whimpered as he felt another rubbing up the inside of his thighs, as the tendrils holding his feet pulled them back behind him.

He stayed quiet, giving off only the sound of his flustered panting.

Just imagine it... you're laying in bed one morning, cool and quiet, when you feel another body join you...

The lion whimpered. In his head, the imagery was undeniable - the scent of Kharma's fur as the cat slipped under his blankets and crawled ontop of him...

That soft, doughy gut against your back, so warm and comforting... and the feeling, under your tail...

Theran made no attempt to resist as he felt the tip of that fleshy tendril writhing in-between his cheeks, rubbing in and teasing around his ring.

...of Kharma's warm, hard cock...

He nodded heavily, panting hotly now - feeling a trickle of precum dribbling down his shaft.

...slipping inside you.

As the voice spoke, the tendril - slick with some unknown liquid - penetrated him painlessly. The lion felt it pressing his ring open, and sliding into him - the slow, tapering thickness of the shaft behind it spreading his cheeks around its girth. He moaned out, loudly, calling out Kharma's name.

That's it... call out to him... let him hear you moan as he fucks you...

Theran threw his head back, moaning again as the tendril between his legs began to slowly, tenderly thrust into him.

'Ah... K...Kharma...! Oh, f-fuck, Kharma!'

Then, he felt it - a hot breath on his neck. A feeling of weight against his back - warm, soft and heavy. The sensation of those cute ginger hips grinding against his cheeks with every thrust, pushing him into the mattress. He didn't care where the mattress had come from, or how he'd moved from the void to a bed, but he didn't care - Kharma was fucking him, and it felt amazing.

'Ohhh ff-fuck... Kharma...'

Kharma didn't respond - just the heat of his breath against the lions cheek and the weight on his back as that warm, stiff cat-cock pumped into him.

Theran threw his head back again, moaning louder as the tendril pumped him - only for the other, near his mouth, to thrust itself between his lips. He grunted in surprise, and then...

This was Kharma, too... somehow... the shape, the smell... the taste he could only guess at, but... 

He whined loudly as the second tendril rubbed back and forth, over his tongue and between his lips - as the second 'Kharma' fucked his face, balls bumping against his chin as that meaty shaft filled his maw.

Such a good, needy little kitty, aren't you, Theran? So used to being everyone's savior, everyone's protector, and deep down... you want to be their bitch.

The lion whimpered loudly, coughing slightly as the mouth-tendril pressed against the back of his throat with each thrust. His own cock ached, throbbing and oozing with precum with every thrust of the tendril-cock in his ass grinding his prostate into putty and sending shivers clear through to the tip of his viciously hard cock.

Oh, no no... you don't get to finish just yet, Theran. It would be rude to finish before Kharma, wouldn't it?

Theran nodded again, whimpering around the muzzle-tendril as the one in his ass pumped him all the harder - slapping in and out of his tailhole so firmly it made his whole body shake. He wanted to finish, so badly - he could feel it, teetering, hovering on the very edge, a fraction of a second from sending ropes of his seed firing into the empty void around him, and yet he couldn't. Something was stopping him... and he loved it.

He gurgled Kharma's name around the meat in his maw, again and again, as his own rock-hard meat bounced with every thrust into his backside, dribbling more and more pre down its own length.

Haaahhhhh... that'll do, I think... for now...

The voice chuckled softly, and for a moment, confusion bubbled to the surface - before the thrusting of both tendrils picked up pace once more, and the moans of pleasure overwhelmed the lion again. This time, the one in his ass plunged into his depths, before staying there - and throbbing, firmly, the girthy shaft stretching his hole all the more as he felt a hot, thick warmth filling him. The weight of 'Kharma' against his back squeezed against him all the tighter, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the object of his affections dumping his nuts inside him. The one in his maw seemed to wait it's turn - and as the throbbing and squirting from the 'cock' in his ass slowed, it filled his cheeks with a hot, salty warmth that he lovingly swallowed down, again and again.

He felt the tendril in his ass writhing in the river of warmth it had dumped inside him, and press tightly against his prostate - rubbing it firmly. He shivered with every rub, panting hotly around the meat in his maw.

Tell him what you want, Theran...

As the tendril between his lips retreated, a trickling trail of white between it and his tongue, he cried out loudly.

'I-... I wanna come... I wanna come for you, Kharma... please..!'

Good boy...

Finally, he felt it - as 'Kharma's' cock ground in tightly against his spunk-stained prostate, a final, vigorous shiver ran up the lion's shaft, and a harpoon of glistening, pearly white shot from the tip as he threw his head back and roared in climactic joy.

We'll be back, Theran... next time we get... 'bored'...

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Trying to figure out what to do with this one was a doozy, but I figured - what better way for the Beast to keep Theran mentally occupied during the spirits' rampages than by appealing to the lion's horny side? :3