SHORT STORY: Mating season // nsfw

Weshau had always loved the way Minoru's peachy soft fur stood on end in the wake of the scrape of his claws. It is a gentle touch, never even leaving the slightest mark on the rabbit god's skin, but also a tangible illustration of the differences between the two lovers. Where the starbeast's claws and fangs are sharp and deadly, made to rip the life from prey and foe alike, Minoru is soft, with silken hair and a poofy stump for a tail. Where Weshau is all muscle and old scars, the rabbit is made up of elegant lines and smooth curves, altogether pure of imperfections and sharp edges. One would have sooner expected Weshau to hunt and eat him rather than love and marry him, and yet here they are, back at the oasis where it all began.

It was here, among the pools of green water and lotus flowers, that they had spent their first heat together. In the middle of the broken monuments and statues, crafted hundred of years ago by Weshau's ancestors, he had laid his lover down on a heap of cushions and blankets, heeding his call for pleasure.

That was always the first sign. Minoru would start gathering pillows together into a comfortable nest, even 'borrowing' from the mortals once the supply in their own home and the shrine had run out. He would rub his face on Weshau, scenting him and being scented in return, and the starbeast would purr at how sweet his husband was starting to smell. A greater than usual hunger would soon consume their nights (as if the rabbit's appetites weren't always voracious) and then, as the moon shifted from one phase to the next, Weshau would have to put all his other duties on hold, so that he could devote his full attention to his needy love.

He has lost count of how many times Minoru had already demanded he cum inside of him.

Mere minutes ago they had been tied together by the knot at the base of Weshau's cock, and Minoru had mewled sweetly at every throb of it inside him, hands on his own belly as he felt it fill up with seed. 

The way the divine creature clenched around him, eagerly milking every last drop, had Weshau purring against his neck. Minoru's nails were small and the sting as they had dug into the starbeast's back was sweet, leading him to press his hips closer into him. When finally he had pulled out, tugging the shrunken knot out of his pussy, Minoru had whined in a mixture of pleasure and protest, immediately missing the feeling of fullness.

"Again," he breathes, grinding his slippery folds against Weshau's cock. He was half-hard, still (his lover's scent filling his lungs made it easy to ... maintain interest), but the rabbit's eagerness has him chuckling.

"Already? What must I do to get a moment's rest?" he teases, nibbling at Minoru's lovely neck. Weshau had been a warrior all his life, but here was a foe he could not defeat: Minoru's unquenchable thirst.

"You can rest in a few days." The gentle god smooths his hand up and down Weshau's neck, the prehensile tendrils of his mane wrapping around his arms. Even his touch is more insatiable than usual, pulling his monstrous husband closer, eyes dark with need. "I need you to breed me."

"I would think I already have." Weshau looks down. Minoru lays splayed under him, leaned back against the pillows, thighs spread wide open on either side of the starbeast's waist--his legs are still shivering, and every time he shifts another few drops of thick cum leaks out of his pussy, joining the mess on the blanket below. "Several times."

"Again," the rabbit insists, putting his hands on Weshau's where they rest on the softness of his inner thigh. 

Weshau snorts, amused and endeared. "How many more children do we need?"

"As many as you can give me."

He tugs lightly, and Weshau leans in to lick at his lips--this form does not allow for a proper kiss, but Minoru opens his mouth and welcomes his tongue inside, lightly sucking on it. Softly, he puts his button nose to Weshau's snout, combing his fingers through his mane.

"Besides, I like seeing the echo of your face in theirs," he mumbles. "Some of them take after you so much."

"For better or for worse," the starbeast murmurs, well aware of what a rascal he had been as a child. But Minoru's tone warms him to the core, and the rabbit is right--thanks to their children he's no longer the last of his kind.

But enough talking. Weshau's hands on Minoru's thighs turns into a gentle grip and the rabbit god lets out a mixture between a moan and a snicker as he's turned over on all fours. Minoru shamelessly spreads his thighs and arches his spine, presenting his sticky backside to his husband, more of his seed trickling out of him with the change of position. It’s enough to make anyone wet their lips, but Weshau plans to put his mouth to much better use--the perfect way of taking care of his lover's pleasure while buying himself a few minutes to ... recharge.

A full body shiver goes through Minoru as Weshau drags his tongue from the base of his cock, past his velvet lips and to his pink hole. It's thick, long, and forked, even more dexterous than the tendrils of his mane that coil around the god's thighs and waist. It lingers at his neglected hole, lapping at the rim--when he's in heat Minoru only wants him in his cunt, but that doesn't keep him from squirming when getting his ass teased.

And his pussy is irresistible, with how rosy and slick it is, swollen and glistening with need. Weshau slips his tongue against the dewy folds, the forked tip caressing the velvet flesh, flicking against the underside of his cock. The taste is a mixture of sweet heat and salty cum, and he fills his lungs with the ambrosial scent. Each hot breath escaping his nostrils makes Minoru tingle, sending sparks of pleasure through his nerves, and he grinds back, whining for more. Even like this he craves something inside of him, and Weshau is all too happy to oblige.

His hands palm Minoru's asscheeks, thumbs spreading them apart, really putting his holes on display. There's not an ounce of shame in Minoru's body, so it's not out of embarrassment that he smushes his face into the pillow, fingers digging into the blanket and his whole body quivering from the attention. When the forked points tease at the opening in the middle of the fleshy petals he gasps for breath, begging with every fibre of his being before Weshau sinks his tongue into him. Minoru clenches around it like around his cock, and though his tongue is not as thick it fills him up nicely.

The starbeast pushes it into him, again and again, curling it inside of him, pressing into his sweet spot, the roughness of his snout grinding against Minoru's sensitive folds. Whenever he slips his tongue out to merely lick at his pussy, lapping up the drops of nectar leaking out, the rabbit whines and cants his hips to invite him back in--and whenever he coils his tongue around his hard cock he yelps, trembling from head to toe.

"... Weshau--," he breathes, his husband's name spilling past his lips like a prayer, "--I need more, I need you again, I--"

"I know, love." The monstrous man smooths his thumb over the rabbit god's backside and gives his cunt a last lick… only to drag his tongue up Minoru's spine. It draws him up on his elbows, back curled in a lovely arch to meet the wet caress, and Weshau ends up nuzzling his nape as he lines up his now-hard cock.

"You want more pups, hm?" he murmurs by his lover's floppy ear, and Minoru immediately sighs a heavy "Yes."

Patient as ever, Weshau grinds the length of his shaft between Minoru's legs, slicking it up against his dripping wet cunt. The god moans, quivering, loving the feeling of the ridges rubbing against his tender flesh, but right now the teasing could drive him mad. When the starbeast finally pushes inside, Minoru lets out a shivering breath of relief, relishing the way the tapered tip widens into a thick shaft.

With how wet and well-fucked he already is there's no need to work him open. Weshau can bottom out in him on the first thrust, Minoru's stretching folds flush against the root of his cock. The slipperiness of it all is downright intoxicating--the sensations, the sounds... Before long the two of them are once more caught up in their mutual hunger, breathing and moving in tandem as Weshau fucks Minoru’s cunt.

After countless heats together the warrior knows just how to push Minoru over the edge. He watches him come once, soaking his cock with even more slick, and then again as the starbeast keeps going, without giving the rabbit's sensitive pussy any rest. It has him whining into the pillows, clinging to Weshau's hands like lifelines. 

But they both know that the only way to fully (if momentarily) sate Minoru's hunger is to knot him. Weshau won't let him have it before he's gone limp in his arms, though, shuddering from too much pleasure all at once. His stamina may have met its match in the deceptively delicate god, but that doesn't mean he can't bring him to the brink of utter ruin before finally pushing his growing knot past the muscles of his opening. As it swells inside him Minoru comes dry--while Weshau, on the other hand, fills his womb with the seed he craves so desperately.

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voila, my second ever nsfw short story! the first was so well received and i hope you like this one as much. <3 it was deliberately written to be a prequel to a weshau + minoru ficlet kubi wrote a while ago, with the events and dialogue of my story tailored to take place immediately before what happens in theirs. be sure to give it a read too, if you haven’t already!

// art + text + weshau © me; minoru © kubi.