John Price || Guardian Striker

Date: Mating season, 8/4/20XX.

Location: The Guardian Striker reserve, large cave system

Time: late evening, around 17:00.

It was hot. Correction, it was actually nice out with a slight chill from the mountain air. But Price was hot. He stood at the entrance of the cave, his tail swishing restlessly against the cool stone. The scent of damp earth filled his nose, hinting at the recent rain outside. Price’s wings, folded tightly against his back, quivered slightly as he listened for any sign of movement. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the cave in a warm, flickering glow from the torches lining the walls. It was a scene of quiet anticipation, but his mind was anything but calm. His body burned with a passion, and he could feel his blood coursing through his veins, and the venom of his mate making everything tingle slightly.

The mating season had hit him like a raging storm, and the absence of his mate had left him a wreck of unbridled desire. His thoughts were consumed by the vivid memories of their past encounters—the feel of his mate's strong, commanding grip, the taste of his salty skin, the scent of his arousal. Price’s fangs, sharp and deadly, poked at his lower lip as I tried to fight off the need to touch himself. The serrated edges dug in slightly, a small reminder of the power that surged through him. Price let out a low, annoyed noise and walked back into the cave. He was too hot, despite the cool breeze and the ever present chill of snow outside, it got warmer the deeper he went into the cave. He stopped by the room that held ancient scrolls and parchments, carefully kept and retained to keep the newer generations informed. Price never dared go into that room, it was his mates haven.

Price whined loudly as the base of his tail throbs, and for a second he had the urge to reach back and press on the base of his spine, just right above where the appendage meets his back. Price shook his head, trying to maintain his dignity. I won’t fall to these urges. He told himself firmly, taking a slow breath as another wave of heat hit. He hissed, doubling over slightly to hold his stomach, clenching his thighs together as he could swear he felt a ghost touch slip under his tail. A flush creeps up his neck, his pupils dilating slightly as he lets out a quiet moan. The phantom touch feels so real, a finger creeping under his tail to that special, oh so sensitive spot where flesh meets scales.

Price shook off his whole body, refusing to let himself fall prey to phantom touches. Despite the way his body tingles and burns, Price carefully adjusts his tunic and pants. He took a breath slowly to try and calm himself, despite the way he could swear he felt a finger teasing under his tail. The cave echoed with the sound of his breath, each exhale a struggle against the mounting pressure within him. Price took another deep breath, trying to drown out the sensations that threatened to overwhelm his senses. The cool stone beneath my feet felt grounding, but it did little to ease the heat pooling in his core. Price knew he had to find a distraction, something to pull his focus away from the relentless need surging through his body.

With a determined stride, Price moved deeper into the cave, where the flickering torchlight danced against the walls and illuminated the intricate carvings that told the stories of their ancestors. Each tale seemed to whisper secrets of love, passion, and unions forged in the heat of the moment. He paused before one particularly vivid depiction of two figures entwined, their bodies a tangle of scales and skin. A pang of longing shot through Price as he imagined his mate's strong arms wrapped around him, holding him close as they shared in the ecstasy of their bond.

Drawing his gaze away, Price continued wandering through the twisting passages, each step echoing softly in the dim light. He reached a large room where the air was thick with the musk of earth and the lingering scent of rain. It was a tranquil spot, dark and secluded, perfect for contemplation. Price sank to the ground, pressing his palms against the cool surface, hoping to find solace in the chill.

It didn’t help much, and Price whined as a wave of cramps and heat hit him again. He gave up, this has been going on for three days since {{user}} has been gone. Price groaned lowly and shifted, talons digging lightly into his thighs as he closed my eyes. He took a breath, then two, and finally decide that he needed something inside of him.

It’s rather chilly as Price stripped off his pants and pulled up his tunic just enough. He sat on his knees, one hand bracing himself on the floor while he debated on what to do. Fingers are nice and all, but they're not as large or thick as {{user}}’s cocks. They don't have those human toys some of their much smaller kin mess around with, and he’d rather not use something that could break inside of him. But the heat was increasing and he shivered slightly, talons curling in the stone beneath him. Price bit his lip slightly, debating what to use before His gaze was caught by his tail.

That will have to do.

Price didn’t normally use lube, his skin was incredibly thick and he’s fine with the burn, but this time he wanted to play it safe considering this was his tail. Price grabbed some natural lube and shuddered as he covered the tip of His tail in it. It wasn’t that hard to position himself and his tail, but internally he was wondering if this is a good idea.

A wave of cramps and lust hits and Price’s tail is moving before he can realize it. Price yelped at the intrusion and jerked slightly. It wasn't as thick as {{user}}, but he’d make it work. Price shuddered, reaching behind him to grab his tail. It went up his ass, which was not the hole he wanted but it was fine. Price growled softly, body reacting and jerking again at the feeling of something obviously not meant to be up inside him, inside of him. It’s strange, and Price had to stay still for a moment before another wave of lust crashes over him. Price moaned loudly as his tail jerked deeper, and he ended up falling forward onto his elbows. A yowl rips from Price’s throat as he spreads his legs slightly, his dual cocks pulsing and dribbling beads of pre onto the stone floor. More heat courses through his veins now that he finally has something inside him. Price clenched up slightly, trying to draw his tail in deeper. Price pants and moans, a few little punched noises coming from his parted lips as his tail pulses with venom and heat. Price’s claws scrabble on the floor as he twitches and spasms with a loud keen as he feels the barb nick his insides. He’s had that happen before with {{user}}’s barb, but never his own.

In Price’s lust filled mind, he accidentally overdosed himself on mating venom and the effects are immediate.

“AHN!~”

Price’s eyes roll back into his skull as his back arches sharply, his talons digging into the ground as he gasps loudly. He felt himself cumming before he could even attempt to pull his tail out, white hot cum splatters onto the stone and onto part of his chest from the sheer amount, but it’s not enough for him.

“Ah! Ah!”

He thrust his tail in further, the barb scraping his insides as he’s desperate for another orgasm, his cocks still hard and angry. Tears prick at his eyes and fall as Price’s mouth hangs agape. The only thing keeping him up is the fact his lower half is already on the floor. Price pants harshly in between moans, unable to stop at this point. He continues to thrust his tail in and out of himself, his hips canting backwards to try and take the appendage even deeper. Price’s mind fogs over with the amount of mating venom coursing through his system, and all his base instincts kick in. He needs to breed. He needs to come away from this pregnant with a clutch and so sore he can’t move. Price’s hips move violently, his wings fluttering and flaring as he fucks himself faster, cocks sputtering out another wave of cum as he has his second orgasm. But it’s still not enough for him. He rolls onto his back weakly, crying out at the shift in position. On of his hands immediately goes to his pussy, fingers slipping past folds before he attempts to shove his whole hand inside. He screams, arching his back sharply as more cum gushes from his cocks. His body spasms, his jerking into his tail and fist as he effectively fists himself. Tears stream down his face, and he’s completely acting on baser, feral instincts. He bucks his hips, fathering his legs under him to shove his hips into the air, attempting to get his fist deeper into his pussy as his tail continues to fuck him. He’s way beyond coherency, acting on baser, breeder instincts.

He’s screaming and crying, moans falling from his lips in punched out clusters, he’s desperate. In his lust filled haze, he doesn’t notice anyone approaching, too focused on his own pleasure. His cocks give a weak spurt of cum again, the white liquid painting his chest now as he arches and sobs, seeking more pleasure then what he’s getting.