Tag: dirkdave

mortior:

Nnh I scrolled through this beautiful kink blog (@suitablyerotic) and hello Davesprite and egg-laying and Stridercest, this has re-awakened all the kinks I thought were dormant since last year, just drag me straight to hell and back, go d  d amn I forgot how much I love Davesprite.

Like what if he got prototyped with a female crow, and having that artificially blended anatomy makes everything inside of him all screwed up, so when his female hybrid parts start producing eggs, he uneventfully pushes most of them out with mild confusion and disgust, but then the last one gets stuck, and he quickly finds out that egg binding is a serious medical emergency in birds, and there’s only one member of their little alpha-beta group who has enough knowledge and know-how about bird anatomy to help him, and that’s the kid who spent his entire young life on earth living with seagulls.

So Dirk takes one look at him, and whips out his own supply of (multi-purpose) lubricant, and tells Davesprite to sit down on top of his workbench/desk so he can pull up a chair and get to work. At first Davesprite is in too much pain and too embarrassed to think about it – just clenching his teeth at Dirk’s cold lube-slick fingers spreading the lips of his cloaca apart and probing inside, but soon there’s another sensation just beneath the pain, and it makes him breathe harder and his orange tail curl as Dirk keeps pushing in further and reassuring him with “I know it hurts, just hold still,” and Davesprite is desperately trying not to struggle, because that is not the problem at all, and the feeling of Dirk’s skillful, dexterous fingers rubbing those sensitive inner walls and kneading into those soft folds is too much for him to take, while meanwhile Dirk is totally focused on working his way around the oversized egg. 

Davesprite’s self-control is slipping, and he’s trying his very hardest to hold still and not utterly humiliate himself in front of his brother, but Dirk is still mistaking his trembling and twitching and urgent whispers of “fucking hurry up, god damn it” for signs of pain, when really it’s because Davesprite can feel the inevitable orgasm coiling in his stomach like a twisting spring, and Dirk almost has the egg un-stuck, so he’s ignoring him and massaging harder, and pushing his fingers in deeper, and Davesprite suddenly can’t stop himself from shaking and doubling over and curling around Dirk’s arm, and Dirk sure as hell notices the rhythmic spasms and Davesprite’s open-mouthed gasps as he shamefully orgasms with Dirk’s fingers inside of him.

Dirk pointedly refrains from commenting on it and manages to get the egg out afterwards (turns out the orgasm actually loosened things up in there).