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First the dust. Then the extra two sessions for a ship part. Then Hunter questioning all his morals for even accepting the guy’s number in the first place. Now…this.
Things couldn’t get worst.
Hunter stared in the mirror, his eyes fixated on his crotch. Admittedly, even if it was taken by face value, his cock wasn’t really the biggest or longest…but this?
Shrinking. It was shrinking. His balls too. There was a slit opening between them. It was starting to look like a vagina…shit.
The fucking dust. That. Fucking. Guy.
He'd not believed it when things first happened, but after a few days there was no questions about it. He was changed. He still was changing. Little by little, day by day. It started as some mild discomfort on his crotch, then in his stomach. He noticed his dick slightly smaller day by day. But most of the time it just seemed like male ego exaggerating stuff. He never paid much attention only for cleaning.
Now it was…it was obvious. He didn’t wanted to believe but there it was. The skin over it was much more sensible, it made him shiver a bit. The itching, the pain in his insides…
Oh he was going to kill someone for this.
Suddenly a knock on the door kicked him out of his angry thoughts. “Hunter! Hunter!” If it was anyone else, he’d still be annoyed. But hearing it was Omega’s excited call, he instantly softened with a relief sigh. “You gonna take longer there?? We gotta go buy supplies!”
Ah, yes of course. Since last time he let her and Wrecker do it on their own, it was a mess. It was as sugary as it got. Never again alone. Now Echo forced him to go with them from now on. Fair enough. “Y-Yeah, I’m just finishing drying…wait with Wrecker” he tried to sound normal, his voice was still shaky from the discovery.
“You alright in there? You sound worried!”
Damnit why was she so good at catching emotions? “Yeah I’m good, it’s nothing. I will be there in a second” he prayed she’d be ok with this answer now.
“…ok then!” Her fast steps going out were easy to hear, making him calmer.
Hunter sighed in relief then tensed again. Staring at his sex…it was so different…shit. He couldn’t let the others know. He just couldn’t. He was sure if he even tried to bring this up he would die of a heart attack midway phrase. He couldn’t. He knew if mentioned that to Tech, he would want to ‘study’ him. Which would lead to his legs spread open on a table while the others spied from the door.
No. Fuck no.
Hunter shivered when he put his briefs on again, sensible. Then his pants. Deep breath, deep breath. He could do this.
His hair was still quite wet as he put on his civies shirt. Maybe his mind was imagining things already but he swore his nipples felt more sensible. He just shook his head trying to not to think about it. Unfortunately, the reminder bothered him between his legs. His pants felt weirder with that. Fuck, he had to do…at least something.
Soon, he walked out of the bathroom and looked around. Omega and Wrecker were waiting outside of the Marauder while Echo, Crosshair and Tech were checking stuff around the ship. For his luck, Tech was alone on his datapad. “Hm, Tech. I need your help with something”
His younger vod instantly turned to look at him. Direct eye contact still had been hard after so much he endured to discover about his sergeant’s sex life in the past days. It was just, awkward to say the least. “What’s it Hunter?”
Silence with hesitation. Hunter carefully formulated what to say without giving too much away in the few seconds staring at his brother. “…I…feel like…the dust might have…left some small side effects on me…”
The way Tech instantly got up with a hard frown certainly beat some record. “What do you mean?? Are you feeling violent again? Do we have to…t-to con…tract someone again?” It was cute how worried he was, and how he didn’t wanted to come off as whoring his brother out yet again.
Hunter shook his head “N-No it’s…it’s not that I feel…like that. It’s more inside of me just…discomfort…” he could tell Tech was about to question why that would be dust related. “I just..know it’s to do with it…you can’t tell but I can. I can smell it on me still…I know it’s affecting me still…” he held his arms and took a deep breath. It wasn’t a lie. He still could smell that goddamned orchid on him. Every day. No matter how much nice shampoo he put on his hair, it still had that scent.
The worst…is that he also felt that man’s scent. It creeped sensations through his skin and mind. Images, shivers, touches, the feeling of having that huge cock up his ass…
Force, he was going insane.
Tech was quiet for a bit before getting back to his thoughtful stance. “Hm” Yeah that usual noise Hunter hated so much. “Well…I think we have some health stims that can work out to fix your system. But I would appreciate if you actually told me what is wrong with you.” Tech fixed his glasses and looks at his sergeant, seriously waiting for an answer.
Silence fell. Hunter couldn’t really bring himself to speak. Just a stern glare to Tech told everything. “…Alright” Tech just nodded and looked up some of the medical supplies. After some seconds, he got some stims and went over to Hunter “This might do. It usually fixes most of symptoms and side effects of other diseases so”
Hunter gave a small nod and applies the stim. He grunted a bit at the sensation but smiled a bit “Thanks Tech..don’t worry. It’s not as bad as I was before.” He picked up his backpack and started heading to Wrecker and Omega before looking again at his younger vod, who still looked worried. He smiled more, fondly.
“No worries Tech. I will be fine”
~•~
He wasn’t fine. He wasn’t fucking fine.
Hunter’s heart raced as he stared at his sex against the wall, looking at the bathroom’s mirror.
Now he was sure his dick was fully gone. No. Completely replaced by a full on pussy. A vagina, clitoris, lips, folds, everything. It was like the fucking health stims made the process faster. He wanted to kill Tech.
“K-Kark…” His mind and heart were racing as he stared. His hand slowly went down and touched. It was like he was hit by a small shock. The finger tapped the clit carefully, still making the sudden and weird sensation. He instantly removed it from there. “No no no no…”
What was he even supposed to do now? His cock was gone. He had a pussy. It had a fairly small amount of new pubes forming over. It itched. He fought the impulse to scratch it just to avoid feeling his new sex.
His legs glued together as he grabbed to the sides of the sink and lowered his head. Deep breaths, calm. Hunter closed eyes and slowly relaxed. Quick, he had to think about this. About what to do.
There was no fucking way he could tell this to the others. Tech would undress him and make him spread his legs on the table so his vagina could be ‘studied’, Wrecker wouldn’t stop asking intrusive questions, Crosshair (with all the weird acting he had been recently) would tease him to no end and turn into creepily flirty, Echo would probably be the most comforting…and he would probably die if he even tried to talk to Omega about this. And honestly, not even in the 7th level of Sith hell he would ever, ever, talk about this to Cid (who would probably make a buck from this).
No no. He couldn’t tell his batch. Even if just Echo, his pride wouldn’t allow such thing. Hunter looked at the mirror, silent and panicked. His leg bumped up and down as he thought about something. Anything. Anyone.
…Anyone…
Any…
Oh fuck no.
When the thought crossed his mind, it was like he became stone. Couldn’t be him…but it was the only one that he could talk to and had some resources…Hunter stared at the comm on his arm and shivered, then glared at his own eyes in the mirror reflection “No…no no. You aren’t doing this. Anyone but him…”
As much as he told himself that, who else exactly he had? He only had his batch and Cid. None of them were good options to talk about…this. He took a deep and shaky breath, closing his eyes, making a decision. The guy was an asshole but…it’s not like they would see each other again…right? He could be an annoying dominant type, but he was quite respectful when it came to Hunter’s boundaries and terms of service.
Besides…maybe he knew part of this. Hell, maybe he was one of the reasons it happened in the first place. The things a man’s semen could do inside of his body while under a breeding pollen were unimaginable…
“Urgh, fuck it…” With a heavy sigh and lots of life regrets, Hunter turned on the comm chat and messaged the client’s number because of course he had it saved.
Hunter: Hey.
Listen. I need some help and you are the only one I can turn to.
It took few seconds until the client began to reply. Wow, maybe he really liked Hunter.
Client: Oh? That’s rich coming from you, my little predator
What would you need?
That fucking nickname made Hunter’s blood boil in anger and embarrassment.
Hunter: Stop with this stupid nickname.
Look I need to meet up with you.
I don’t think I even know how to explain this situation via messages.
So can we meet behind the bar? Like, now? I’d like to resolve this thing as soon as possible.
Client: Huh, and you assume I don’t have anything better to do with my time then to meet you to resolve something you won’t tell me about?
Hunter: …yes?
Client: Well you are right. You got lucky today cuz I don’t have work
Meet you in 40 minutes, bunny~
Hunter groaned loudly at this last jab. This fucking guy. Why couldn’t he had luck with someone else less insufferable? Force hated him so much.
At least they had a deal. Right. He needed to get ready now.
Gathering his blacks and armor, he was quick to put them on. Even if this situation was not pleasant at all, he had to admit something: his codpiece felt much more comfortable to wear now. He guessed having a vagina was just a bit more practical than a medium sized dick.
He left the bathroom and looked around carefully. Right, no one was around. They must’ve been at the bar, or Omega could be with the friend group she made in the neighborhood. Good kids. Ok he was safe. Hunter took a sigh of relief and headed out.
Oh if only things were so easy.
“And where are you going?” Crosshair’s voice behind him almost made him jump to the nearest wall like a terrified cat. He clang to his chest plate on the area his heart was and leaned on the wall slightly.
“Fuck…Cross…why are you such a creep sometimes?” Hunter groaned while glaring at his vod who he had a weird sexual tension with. This really wasn’t the time for his totally-not-overprotectiveness-driven interrogatories. “First, it’s none of your business where I’m going…second…stop scaring me like this urgh..”
The sniper crosses arms and huffs. “Well, aren’t you the one that if you get hunted down you will be able to locate the person no matter what? Or just when you want to get caught?” Of course the silver haired couldn’t help but throw a burn couldn’t he?
“Listen, it’s my sex life, I choose what I wanna do. And I’m not going anywhere for that. I’m not whoring myself, if that’s what you are so worried about. My only contact was with that guy, and as you know, he is safe” he turned around to leave, annoyance painted on his face. That is, he would leave if it wasn’t for Crosshair tugging his arm all the sudden in a lighter manner. He snarled a little. “Crosshair…”
There was a stare down. Just for a bit. Then, the sniper let go slowly of his arm and looked down. He tried to avoid looking defeated and sighed. “Fine. Fine. Just don’t get hurt, di’kut”
A small silence. Well at least he wasn’t insisting on it anymore. “…I won’t, promise. See ya later vod…” Hunter was about to leave again before stopping for a bit…
Then giving a small kiss on Crosshair’s cheek.
Crosshair froze and looked at his sergeant, who was just silent while looking at him, then walked away to where his enhanced eyesight couldn’t catch anymore…yeah. He was definitely meeting that guy again. Now, for why, is where Crosshair was stuck.
~•~
Hunter’s leg kept bouncing while he leaned against the wall. Damn. That guy said 40 minutes right? Well he was early…Urgh he really was panicking. He wish he could calm down but having your cock completely replaced by a pussy wasn’t really something he could fully stay chill about. He groaned and was about to send another message when he noticed a shadow approaching. Finally.
“There you are” the taller man approached Hunter with a long and annoying smirk on his face. Hunter had never really realized how much bigger the guy was in comparison to him until their little section in the forest. Now he couldn’t help but blush hard whenever he had to look up at the client. “Well, what would you like to ask for help, my little-”
“If you call me that again, I will kick you so hard on the balls they will retract inside of you” Perhaps an ironic choice of words, but the truth. He hated how that made the guy laugh like it was the funniest joke he heard in a long time. “Listen…let’s just get to the point. I need to talk about this but there is no way I am telling my brothers about this”
It took some seconds until the man stopped chuckling. Hilarious. “Is that so? Heh, so what? What could possibly be so important you decide not to tell your brothers, even that Crosshair, but me, of all people?” He softly stroked Hunter’s cheek, who really wanted to turn his head away, but for some reason he didn’t. He just blushed.
“Well…it’s just…” he thought about what words he could say, with that man so close to him he could feel the warm of his body. Fuck not now. No no, don’t think about sex. It wasn’t the time. Hunter shook his head and he avoided thinking about the man’s prominent bulge. “Something…changed in me…the…the dust…I think it has to do with it and…with…you…”
It felt like a rare sight seeing the confusion on that man’s eyes. “…hm. Well I admit that’s not what I expected. Is something wrong?” Maybe Hunter was going delirious at this point but he swore he heard worry on his voice.
“Uh…well mm…it’s uh…” What was he supposed to say? Truth was, he couldn’t. He went quiet but eyes darted down. As the client followed his gaze, the clone’s hands also cupped on his codpiece “…my…uh…d-dick uh…”
If the situation was another, Hunter would’ve died laughing at the client’s face “Your…dick? What? It doesn’t go up anymore and you blame me or-?”
“No!” Hunter almost jumped as his cheeks went scarlet with embarrassment and anger. “I-Its not that! Fuck, I’d be fucking happy if it was…” he looked down almost like a shy teenager. Urgh all this was a bad idea. He was regretting every second of this.
The client frowned more. If Hunter wanted to fuck he wouldn’t put all this through right? “Then what’s it? Listen, I like you in a way. I’d try to help but with you not telling me anything then I’m afraid I can’t do much, little bird” Hunter groaned. How many nicknames that man had for him? And why all of them involved calling him small? “If you won’t say further, then I will just go”
He panicked and grabbed the man’s arm before he could leave “It’s gone ok!!”
His voice broke from the sudden panic. He blushed even more when even the client looked wide eyed at him with confusion. Their stares almost didn’t break contact until Hunter just shivered up and dragged the other more to the alleyway to avoid being seen. The client was dumbfounded. “Wait, so. Let me get this straight…your cock is gone?”
“Fu…yeah…” he was so quiet it came out almost as a whisper. “I…it’s not like…completely gone…I-I guess but…it was…replaced…” he avoided any eye contact. He simply couldn’t.
The client needed some seconds to fully grasp what the clone has just confessed. “Your…cock was replaced? What’s…that even supposed to mean?”
It felt like time stopped. His mouth went dry as no words seemed to made its way out. He couldn’t. He couldn’t speak…but he could…show.
Hunter looked up at the taller man, then down at his codpiece. His hands were shaking, but that didn’t stop him from unbuckling his codpiece. The client watched with the most attention as the piece of armor fell on the ground. His breathing hitched as he noticed something on Hunter: his bulge was gone. The skintight suit highlighted something quite unexpected.
Was that an outline of a…
Hunter was shivering, holding the line of his pants with huge hesitation. He was about to pull it down when the man’s hand held his wrist surprisingly very carefully, making his eyes went wide at that. He let go as the other guided his hands away.
They were now dangerously close. Hunter was quiet as he felt their bodies so close they were almost touching. He gulps quietly and looked up at the man, waiting for…anything. He felt tingles on his new sex with anticipation. Fuck, at least it wasn’t as obvious as it would be with a cock. He had enough humiliation for a whole life.
Then, the client’s hand went to his hip and down slowly. Hunter shivered wanting to move away, but for some reason his body didn’t move. “Well, I hadn’t really dealt with someone with the pollen before so I have no idea what to do to help, I’m sorry” With that, Hunter let out a sigh of frustration, but soon stopped the moment the guy’s hand started touching close to his crotch “But is it really that bad? Would you need it to want to fuck someone?”
Hunter let out a shaky groan. Those huge hands felt so good on his bare blacks. He had to control himself. “Th-The fuck you talkin’ about…i-if it was you..y-you would understand…” he held to the man’s arm but couldn’t bring himself to push them away.
“Well I guess so. But are you struggling with piss or something?” His voice was low. Took some seconds to Hunter shake his head saying a very soft ‘No’. “Then why is it such a big problem? You are such a good bottom so not a miss” He smirked, placing his face next to the clone’s hair.
He wanted to punch him. Why didn’t he punch him? “Th-That doesn’t…have to do with being…a top or…whatever the fuck…I…I don’t care…” he bites his bottom lip to avoid any noise as the man got even closer to his body. Shit, now his sex felt ever weirder. Why?
“Are you sure? You act like your pride is dying. I think it’s nice” he nips the point of Hunter’s ear. Perhaps this made him more agitated as the clone tried to move from him. The movement just caused the client’s hand to move down even more, now touching the covered lips of his newly made pussy. Hunter gasped as it felt like a shocking bolt through his entire body. It almost sounded like a gasp moan. “Mm, doesn’t sound as bad as you are making it to be”
The thick fingers stayed there, moving around the new organ, teasingly. Hunter’s grasp on the taller man’s arms tightened as he gasped and snarled, avoiding any other accidental moan. It was…incredibly hard. “Fuck…st…urgh…asshole…” He wanted to say stop but…
The client brought his other hand to Hunter’s chin and raised it so they could look at each other. The silent stare down…with the clone shivering and biting his bottom lip. He felt an odd sensation between his legs. A wet one. “Such a foul language. Watch how you talk to someone who is trying to help you so much, Sergeant Hunter” he smirked feeling his fingers getting wet as they explored this new area on his favorite cute whore.
Hunter almost wanted to die, but damnit, this felt so good. His hunger was overcoming the anger…wanting more… “Fuck…p…”
“Say it. I can’t exactly help with ‘restoring’ your cock…but I can make you feel better about this. I will show you. So…say it~”
Hunter gasped, a small, embarrassing whine moan coming out alone. Urgh. Fuck it. “…Please…”
~•~
The motel’s bed was rather comfy, mainly when Hunter was dropped on it. His mind was foggy on how he even got there. He really couldn’t think straight at all. His armor was off, along with his upper blacks. Maybe it was just his completely lust filled head but he swore his breasts looked somewhat bigger. He didn’t had time to say anything as the client climb up the bed, shirtless as well, and positioned himself between Hunter’s thick clothed legs, making them spread wider.
His face was dangerously close to his clothed vagina. “You look so wet already, here, let me help with this” he smirked as he grabbed the blacks and slowly took them off, along with the underwear.
For his surprise, Hunter’s shaky hand held his wrist before his pussy was revealed “Wait…f-fuck…we can’t…just…I don’t…”
“Ah please, I just want help you. I promise to make you feel good” the man smirked but noticed the clone’s face wasn’t having it still. He sighed. “…right. I pay you a mission worth of credits”
Hunter was silent for a bit before letting go of the wrist as an agreement. He cursed himself mentally, damn he really was a whore after all wasn’t he? But besides that he was indeed very horny…he hated that but couldn’t just ignore this. That guy started it, he was going to finish it. His new pussy was desperate to be fucked and he was as well.
Not only his transformation, everything else was falling over his shoulders those days passing. The responsibilities with his brothers and dau- sister, the amount of missions, their debt and fucking Crosshair being a jealous prick just have been so heavy on him…Sex with this guy was slowly becoming an escaping mechanism…He hated to admit just how much he needed this. And now.
The client smirked as he agreed to it, then proceeded to remove the blacks. Hunter barely fought back, even helping him take them off. There was already a bit of a surprise from him when he noticed the clone’s boobs looked slightly bigger, with extra perky nipples. He used his thumb to touch and tease it. Hunter shivered. “C-C’mon just..get on with this..”
“I’m just checking you entirely, little bird~ I’m afraid not just your crotch changed in this process” He smirked. Urgh, his boobs and frame. Yeah Hunter was very aware. They weren’t female boobs like, at least. But his already eye catching pecs did upgrade a bit.
Hunter groaned under his breath, but didn’t say a word, he knew speaking too much would lead to an never ending hill of teasing and he hated when that guy did it. He just wanted to get fucked, no more idiot talk. He was now fully naked to the man’s pleasure. Hunter was slowly becoming the Ord Mantell’s Delight to everyone who saw him. His legs closed with instinctual embarrassment.
The man chuckled, at pressing softly his hands on Hunter’s legs, opening them slowly. “It’s ok, Hunter. There is nothing to be embarrassed about here. It’s just the two of us now~” he smirks and lowered his head. Hunter…was confused. That man either made him choke on his cock or fucked him senseless. Why was he-
He gasped loudly.
A warm tongue licked inside his new folds. “Nmmgh!~” The sergeant’s half moan continued as the client kept licking himself. He didn’t even remembered how it felt to have his dick sucked, it had been so long (it was usually him to do that anyway), but this already felt 100% times better. Plus, the fact his pussy was ‘brand new” and felt as sensible as possible. Oh he was seeing stars.
That guy was exploring everything. He felt like a huge sting when the tongue touched his clit. Had been so long since he was the one receiving pleasure like this. He tried his best not to moan…
But it was too hard.
“Oh..Ahh~” He moaned with small grunts between. Hunter’s hand went to the guy’s scalp, holding to the longish black graying hair. It was impossible to grab it without pulling at any movement. For his luck the client seemed to enjoy it just fine. “Yes…yes…fucking kriff..~”
The guys mouth was deep into his pussy and it was simply delicious, much better than any other female whore he ever tasted. Perhaps it was because of how new it was, but it was addicting regardless. He loved hearing to the beautiful moans his little bird let out, singing to his ears. Who would’ve thought this would ever happen? He was glad he was able to have Hunter back to him. He adored having those thick thighs squeezing softly his head.
The man could tell Hunter was nearing his orgasm so, he quickly raised his head, the sergeant’s juices all over his mouth.
Hunter left out a breathy gasp mixed with disappointment “Ngh…why…did you…stop…?” He tried his hardest to not sound whiny.
“Just wanting to show you how good this can feel~ Now…” The client raised himself and got his face very close to Hunter’s, who looked mildly annoyed but at same time getting clearly horny. “Let’s open you up a bit~” He smirked and put a finger into Hunter’s pussy.
“Eek!” The clone gasped loudly, his arms going up and grasping to the man’s shoulders as he did that. It felt much, much different from having a finger up his ass. It was wetter, without a tingle of lube, besides for the extremely warm and sensitive insides. The client made small prep before adding more fingers. He adored to take out as much noise from Hunter as he could, and now the sergeant was more vocal than ever.
“How does that feel, my little predator?~ You are already so wet, and clenching to my fingers like this…you love it~” He loved to hear the annoyed snarls mixed with attentions to repress moans. And that was impossible.
Hunter hated how good it felt. Hated how with the amount of fingers added, he wanted more. Oh…he wanted much more. “Fu…j-just fuck me already…” He let out a moan while 3 fingers thrusted into him. He couldn’t stay quiet anymore, at all.
“Oh? You want that? But you barely is used with your pussy, it will hur-”
“I don’t care!” Hunter barked loud enough to catch the other one by surprise. “I want…I need you to fuck me, fuck me raw…right now!”
The red faced, teary eyes and drool down his mouth, that was the pure look of desperate lust. Oh he had never seen that before. The man stared at the clone sergeant silently, knowing he could correct that foul language later, then removed the fingers from his wet sex, making him gasp and shiver. He raised himself, pushing Hunter on his back against the pillow. He felt the other’s eyes following his hands attentively as he unbuckled his pants and lowered them, revealing his huge cock. “Sir yes sir~” He smirks, almost mockingly, and placed his dick on the entrance, the tip testing the waters first.
Hunter shivered and bite down his bottom lip. The tip was so big up his entrance. But…hey, an asshole was much more difficult, and less wet, and he was completely used to that! This couldn’t possible be worst, right?
Right?
Well, he did feel all the thoughts in his head get completely thrown out the window the moment the cock started to go inside of him.
“Shit..so tight” The client hissed with a pleasure grunt. He was over the moon with this. Hunter was by far the best fuck he ever had, this made it feel even better. He wouldn’t mind if he completely lost his mind to this. His partner surely was already.
How to describe this? Pure revitalized virginity, Hunter would say. It felt…weird. It felt different and…insanely good. Sure, it also hurt, but wow. He never felt like this. The huge cock was splitting him in half as if it was their first time yet again. He grasped to the blankets and took deep breaths, he’d surely need them. Every inch that went inside made him howl, full on grunt when the client fully bottomed out, their faces now so close as his crotch was to the outer lips of Hunter’s pussy. “Nmm…fuck…~”
“You alright there? Tell me when you are ready for me to move~” The man smirked and held Hunter close. The sergeant was trembling on his hold. He could just imagine how that possibly felt, must be insane. Not that he wanted go through this at all, he would never exchange the blissful feeling of fucking Hunter all night.
The shaky breathing slowed down soon, Hunter slowly getting used to the brand new sensation. His pussy clenched to the cock tightly and hissed a bit. It was almost involuntarily that his arms wrapped around the client’s neck, locking like he was about to knock him out. But of course, that wasn’t the case. “D-Do i— AH!~”
Immediately the thrusts started. Not the fastest, but the man went all the way out to all the way in, again and again. Hunter felt like he was getting impaled. Even his inside felt completely different, and of course that asshole didn’t even let him breath for a second as the thrusts were strong and rough, it felt like the air was getting kicked out of his lungs.
“Ah…you feel so good, Hunter. Should really be proud..not many whores can be amazing in both ends~” The man teased. He knew he teased, he knew that angered Hunter, and he knew that the sergeant would do nothing against him because he was too lost in pleasure.
And he was more than right. Hunter’s brain computed what he had just said but didn’t got any time to answer with any anger as the pleasure completely flooded his brain. He felt on fire. The warmth on and inside his body consumed him. Howling, snarling and, even if it completely hurt his pride, whimpery moaning. He couldn’t control. Unlike with anal sex, with a pussy it was all new, inexperienced, feeling this for the first time ever. So, relatively, he was allowed to act as lustful as ever.
The thrusts got faster and rougher, surprisingly smooth with Hunter’s own slick. The client hissed in pure pleasure when the sergeant scratched his back like a wild cat. Oh this felt so good. He had never seen Hunter like this and he’d cherish every second of this view. He dipped his head and started nibbling the clone’s neck, leaving lovely bite marks and hickeys behind.
Hunter could stop him? Sure. But he wanted to? No. His entire body shivered and melted into pleasure while being slammed onto. His hands went to the back of the man’s neck and almost caressed, holding to it tightly “F-F-Fuu…fuck! Ah!~ Ahh!~” He moaned loudly, gasping at each bite on his neck.
How embarrassing really. Tiny bites was nothing against the “friendly” fights he and his brothers had when they were cadets. Why did this pathetic excuse for bites just felt like so much?
Legs wrapped around the man’s torso, keeping him in place. He chuckled “How cute. You are enjoying?~” He asked, but didn’t even skip a bit from fucking into Hunter.
“I…I…I am…d-don’t stop please..~” Hunter hated himself for begging like this. However, he really didn’t want to this stop any time soon. The irrational part of his brain wanted this to never stop. He loved to feel full…Mind unable to think of anything else than the cock in his pussy. Oh, he needed more.
“Not even an option, little predator” He gave few kisses on Hunter’s neck before speeding up. He went all the way out again then all the way in, no remorse. He was basically punching Hunter’s newly formed womb. Womb. Huh.
Hunter bit his bottom lip as a pathetic way to hold back his noises. As noises didn’t came out, tears did, which was much, much more humiliating than moaning.
The client noticed this, and then approached to Hunter’s face more “Are you hurting? Want me to stop?~” There was no way that man was actually worried with that sly teasing smirk on his face. If Hunter had any rational thought at all inside his mushy little head he’d punch him.
“F…fuck off…” The sergeant somehow handled to get this out as the thrusts only got harder, slamming into him. He couldn’t help but whine moan more, scratching his client’s back so hard he could feel a bit of blood on his nails. Then he felt a strange familiar feeling building up in his inside “Ah! Fuck…fuck…I think…I’m…c-c-clo—“
Before he could finish his sentence, a surprise kiss in the lips from the man fucking into him completely shut him up incredulous.
If he was thinking, any thoughts, he would’ve punch him. Kissing was too far. But again, he was too busy being lost in pure lust. And just in the middle of the kiss, he rolled his eyes to the back of his head, with a high pitched snarl, as he had his first ever orgasm.
The client didn’t stay behind. With some more slower in pace thrusts, he bottomed out and cummed all inside of the sergeant, holding him in place so no drop possibly fell off.
Even being filled up felt completely different. Hunter squirmed and broke from the kiss as the seed made him extremely full. There was so much inside of a little tiny bump appeared on his belly.
After the release, the client dropped over Hunter, a bit exhausted and careful enough to not crush the sergeant, who was in complete lustful awe. His brain was trying to recover function as he processed the man who laid on him. Hunter frowned a bit even if his hands held to the client out of need for contact. Damn he suddenly felt so clingy.
The client after some more deep breaths straighten up and laid by Hunter’s side. He ran his hand through his hair a little “Well…that was amazing. Now I’ve showed you your situation isn’t the worst” He chuckles with a smirk, just to then to be catch by surprise when Hunter rolled over and laid clinging to him, between the client’s arm and torso.
Hunter’s warmth felt incredibly nice. “…why did you kiss me?”
The man went quiet for a bit. The truth was…not even he knew why exactly. “I don’t know…felt like it. I am paying you, I can have sex with you any way I want to” He huffs, not noticing his cheeks going a bit red. Darn it.
Hearing to that, Hunter was quiet, staying by the man’s side and curling up. His crotch felt completely used, non stop dripping of cum from his pussy, along with his own coating. His body didn’t felt as drained as it would if he had a cock, it was…interesting to say the least. Things lingered his mind still. “…You are still helping me to fix this”
He rolled eyes at the annoyed groan the client let out, who rubbed his own face with his palm a bit “You are kidding me right? I told you I have no idea how to fix that, I don’t even think there is a way”
“You have more money and resources than anyone I know, I’m sure you can find a way” Hunter groaned, knowing very well how stubborn he was. As much as admittedly that was the best he had ever felt in sex ever, he didn’t wanted a pussy forever…did he?
No. No. He didn’t. Nope. Not even a bit.
He felt the frustration of the other man, and then fear upon himself as he noticed the guy was about to sit up. “Wa-Wait…” That caught his attention. “…please…urgh…just…I want your help…you are the only one I know I can talk to about…this…” He pointed at his blanket covered crotch with a long blush on his face. “That’s all I ask”
There was a pause. His client looked annoyed and done, while Hunter kept his serious look with a slightly pleading tint in his eyes. Then a sigh. “Fine. I will see what I can find”
Hunter gave a nod, then hesitated to speak. “…thanks…”
The guy looked at him, with that indifference in his stare, and nodded. “You are welcome”
The room fell silence, an awkward one at that. Hunter lowered his head on the man’s shoulder and sighed. All this was a weird complication by itself, but feeling attached and clingy towards that asshole was perhaps the worst part of all. And to make it even more apprehensive, Hunter’s horniness came back strangely, and fast.
Tiny whimpers and hip movements were impossible to miss. It made the client laugh “Now now what’s that, kitten? You want more?”
“If you call me that again I kill you…” Hunter groaned forcing himself up, then moving to over the guy’s body, the hips movements not stopping. “But…yeah…please” It almost hurt to say that but he really wanted to. Much more.
Who was said client to possibly say no? He chuckles with a smirk then grabbed Hunter, forcing him to sit on his lap upright, the wet pussy now over his still soft cock. “Here is another thing a pussy makes you better at: Stamina” He smirks watching the clone move more his hips. Oh how glorious. “While a dick needs more time to recover. So…give me a show~”
Hunter groaned. His leaking pussy almost pulsed for more. He needed it. If he had to give a goddamn lap dance for more, he would, even if it completely killed his pride. He couldn’t care less. Just like that day when the pollen took over him and make him not give a damn about anything. All he wanted was to get that itch scratched, to remove all the stress on his shoulders with pleasure.
And so, he sensually moved his hips until that cock was hard again.