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The moment Sonic sees Shadow defeat Black Doom for good, ripping his heart out and absorbing his essence, he feels the oddest mix of emotions, the bitterest and sweetest.
Sweet, because he’s proud of Shadow. He’s so so so proud of Shadow–his faker, his rival, the Mobian who’s almost as fast as he is. Shadow who never once even entertained the thought of joining with Black Doom, who defied his father through all the trials and tribulations, who has squarely chosen to save the world in spite of his heritage time and time again.
Bitter, because… well, that’s more difficult to pin down. Bitter, perhaps, because something inside of him tells Sonic that things are never going to be the same again.
He gets up on shaky legs (Doom did a number on him throughout the battle, nothing he can’t handle), and walks towards Shadow.
“Be careful, Sonic!” Tails’ voice comes through his communicator. “Shadow just absorbed Black Doom, he looks weird now! He might be -”
“It’s Shadow,” Sonic says, voice slightly hoarse as he shakes his head. “It’s fine.”
Shadow hears him, clearly, because the hybrid whips around to regard him as he walks forward.
Sonic’s breath catches. He could see Shadow’s new wings from the back, but they’re even more stunning from the front, and that’s not the only thing that’s changed.
Shadow’s black fur seems even darker, richer, and the red in his quills seems to glow blood red. His gloves seem to have burned off, which makes Sonic blush. Gold threads of light seem to twist and curl around his body instead of his usual bangles, almost like he’s dripping in jewelry, and most striking of all is the third eye now found in the middle of his forehead. It’s yellow, its pupil catlike. Unsettling.
Or at least it should be, but the overall effect urges Sonic to fall to his knees in reverence. He doesn’t–it’s just Shadow, it’s still Shadow, it’s fine–but he wants to. “Sh-Shadow?”
“ Sonic ,” Shadow says. His voice is… well, it’s two-toned, Shadow’s usual voice coupled with something higher that makes the fur at the back of Sonic’s neck stand on end. All three of his eyes aren’t looking at Sonic–their gaze is faraway, distant.
“Shadow, buddy,” Sonic says, feeling a tinge of fear. “How are you feeling? That was one hell of a fight, I…” He swallows, trying for a smile and a taunt instead. “You’re lucky I loosened him up for you, faker.”
That does the trick. Shadow blinks, and his gaze focuses on Sonic–except for that third eye. He scoffs, and when he speaks, his voice is back to normal. “As if, hedgehog. You would have been a stain on the ground if I hadn’t been here.”
Sonic smiles, overwhelming relief coursing through him. “Whatever, dude,” he says, rubbing under his nose. “Either way, I’ll be honest. That was pretty badass.” He reaches a hand to offer Shadow a fist bump.
Shadow looks at the hand, pauses, and leans forward to reciprocate. When their fists touch, Sonic feels a swell of energy roar through him. It’s not painful, more… exhilarating. Like Chaos energy on steroids. He can tell that Shadow can feel it too; his two normally placed eyes are wide, pupils blown.
Then, all of a sudden, those same eyes roll back in Shadow’s head and he collapses forward.
“Whoa!” Sonic says quickly, lunging to catch him carefully. Despite the prominent wings, Shadow is still pretty light in Sonic’s arms, and he kneels to gently place him on the ground while still supporting his upper body. “I get it, buddy. It’s been a big day for you. But you did it! You beat your bastard dad. I’m… I’m really proud of you.”
And it’s true. Even more than usual, Sonic feels something swell in him when he looks down at Shadow’s beautiful face.
It’s unclear whether or not Shadow can hear him–his eyes stay closed, all he does is stir gently and hum–but Sonic doesn’t have time to properly check him over before he hears the sound of leathery bat wings.
“Shadow!” Rouge is uncharacteristically frantic as she lands in front of them, rushing to Shadow’s side and glaring at Sonic venomously. “Did you-”
“He passed out,” Sonic defends himself calmly. He doesn’t blame Rouge at all for being on the offense; he knows the relationship she shares with Shadow. “He’s fine, I think. He, uh, absorbed Black Doom, which I think took a lot out of him.”
“ Absorbed ?” Rouge echoes, looking even more shocked. “I… okay. He looks different.”
“He does,” Sonic agrees, gently passing Shadow over to Rouge (even though part of him wishes he could keep the hybrid in his embrace for a bit longer). “But he talked to me like the same old Shadow.”
“That’s good,” says Rouge, still looking a bit uneasy. “Still, I’ll… I’ll keep an eye on him.”
Shadow stirs again, and both Rouge and Sonic jump to attention as they look down on him. “Rouge?” he murmurs. “I did it. I beat him.”
Rouge smiles, tearing up. “You did it, hon. I’m so proud of you.”
Shadow smiles slightly in return and closes his eyes, and Sonic can’t help but feel a bit of jealousy bubble up inside of him despite his love for Rouge. After all, he said he was proud of Shadow first!
It’s clear that Shadow isn’t his, that Sonic has no claim on him. And he’s always known that, but in this moment it hurts more than ever. Especially when Rouge bids him goodbye and flies off, taking Shadow with her.
And then Sonic doesn’t see Shadow for a long time, a few weeks going by.
He continues to message Rouge for updates. She lets him know that Shadow is awake now, that he’s moving around normally and his wings have receded and his mind is sound, which Sonic is glad to hear. She lets him know that G.U.N. expressed an interest in examining Shadow’s updated body, so they’re laying low, which Sonic understands. She lets him know that Shadow will come out of hiding when he’s ready, which Sonic respects.
And yet.
He misses their races, their banter, their camaraderie. He misses Shadow.
And the new form Shadow took on… Sonic has a feeling Shadow is holed up somewhere thinking he’s even more of a monster than before–he knows Shadow has had feelings of self-loathing for a long time–and it makes him sick. Shadow has always been beautiful, but now…
Thinking about Shadow’s newfound form is making him hard, he’s not going to lie. Something about the way his body moved, the undulation of the gold around him, the richness of his fur… let alone the rush of energy he felt when they touched hands.
He’s been dreaming about Shadow, more than usual. It’s strange. He tosses and turns at night, sweating, waking up rock hard.
So the night that Shadow actually comes to him, it still feels like a dream.
Sonic.
Sonic moans, turning over on his back, eyes still closed. His head is full of visions, red and black fur damp with sweat.
Sonic.
He sighs, kicking the blankets off and rolling his hips into nothing. There’s a deliciously sweet perfume in the air, floral and fragrant.
“Sonic.”
His eyes fly open, and he sits up in a hurry to see Shadow standing at the foot of his bed. Wings outstretched, his two generic eyes glazed over and trained on Sonic.
“Shadow?” he blurts, once again feeling that odd draw towards the other hedgehog. “Um… what are you doing here?”
“It has been decided,” Shadow murmurs, walking around the edge of the bed to get closer. His wings knock over memorabilia on the nearby shelves. The way he’s swaying his hips with every step… Sonic swallows.
“What has been decided?” he asks, trying to stay more alarmed than aroused. “Shadow, are you ok? You look a little out of it.”
“You are strong enough,” Shadow tells him, “To be the father of my children.”
Sonic chokes on his own spit. “W-what?” he wheezes. Come on, Sonic, back up, get away from him, something isn’t right! But despite his conscience screaming at him, he stays glued to the bed, looking up at Shadow transfixed. He’s still hard from his wet dream–if it was even a dream. He’s starting to have suspicions about that Black Arms telepathy. “Shadow, man, you can’t be serious.”
Shadow is still looking at him, expression unchanged. “This is very serious, Sonic,” he says. “My people demand it.”
“Your… what people?” Sonic blurts, quite stupidly.
So stupidly, in fact, that Shadow briefly breaks out of his reverie to give him a withering look of exasperation. It’s kind of a relief to see. “Black Arms,” he snaps, “Who else?” He takes a breath, and visibly composes himself again. “I am their Queen now, and as such, I have the responsibility to carry on the Black Arms line.”
Trying not to freak out, Sonic nods as if any of this makes sense and smiles weakly at Shadow. “Okay,” he says, keeping his tone as calm as he can make it. “Got it. Queen Shadow. Very cool. Um… but what if I don’t want you?”
He was hoping this would shake Shadow’s confidence, but he’s sorely mistaken. “You want me,” Shadow says with certainty, and the eye on his forehead glows as his wings raise and the gold tendrils twisting around him gleam. “I know you want me. I can smell you, I can hear your thoughts.”
And it’s kind of hard for Sonic to argue with that , considering his dick is still out and dripping at the sight of Shadow in his bedroom, wings and all, that smell still hanging temptingly in the air.
He tries anyway, though. “But… but are you sure you want this? I’ve never once heard you say that you wanted kids, let alone anything with me, and if someone… if Black Arms is making you do this, then fuck them. I’ll help you, I promise. You shouldn’t have to be forced into a life you don’t want, just ‘cause you were able to beat Doom-”
His rant is cut off abruptly when Shadow smiles at him beguilingly. “ You truly are worthy, hero, ” he says, that two-toned quality back in his voice, and the sound sends pleasant shivers up and down his spine. “ Not only are you strong, but you are selfless. You will aid in my efforts to bring Black Arms into the light. ”
As he speaks, Sonic feels his body relax, a soft smile on his muzzle. The sweet scent in the room is all-consuming. He finds himself lifting his arms towards Shadow, wanting him closer.
And Shadow responds immediately, leaping forward with wings fluttering so he can slip gracefully into Sonic’s lap, wrapping his arms around Sonic’s neck and grinding against his cock. Like he belongs there.
Sonic groans immediately, his own arms moving immediately to wrap around Shadow’s slender waist and squeeze. The gold undulating around Shadow seems to understand the situation, as it recedes back to form the bracelets and anklets that Sonic is more familiar with, freeing the two of them to become as close as they want to be. Sonic isn’t going to question it.
Suddenly Shadow hisses. Sonic pulls back immediately, concerned he’s done something wrong, but all Shadow does is grip his wrists and lift them, peeling off Sonic’s gloves with his teeth and tossing them aside. He places Sonic’s hands back on his waist. “ I want to feel all of you ,” he says, still in that unearthly voice, and Sonic feels his cock jump between Shadow’s legs.
“Yeah,” he says in response, tone a bit dreamy as he runs his hands up to Shadow’s chest to find his nipples and squeeze. “I do, too. Gaia, Shads, wanted this for so long…”
Shadow lets out a little cry at the squeeze to his chest, arching his back as his wings quiver. His fur is damp between his legs and something is dripping onto Sonic’s lap, which makes Sonic swallow hard and make an abrupt decision.
“Not like this,” he says, and moves to lift Shadow off of him and onto the bed.
Shadow snarls now, claws suddenly making themselves known against his back, but Sonic simply won’t be afraid of Shadow. Not now, not ever. He just smiles and places a soothing kiss on Shadow’s muzzle. “You’re a Queen now,” he says gently. “Don’t you deserve to be worshiped?”
Shadow pauses, looking as if he’s thinking it over, before he nods decidedly. “Very well.” His voice is back to normal as he allows Sonic to lift him off of his lap and onto the bed with an absolutely adorable and haughty look on his face.
Absolutely smitten, Sonic gazes down on Shadow, eyeing his beautiful face, the emerging pink folds of his pussy, the spreaded splendor of his wings. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers reverently, and immediately kisses at his chest, finding a nipple and sucking on it.
Wings quivering and making the bed sheets rustle, Shadow gasps. “That’s… Sonic,” he manages, already sounding overwhelmed.
Sonic pulls away with a pop, smiling at him. “I know,” he says, lapping at Shadow’s other nipple before kissing a trail up to his mouth. “May I kiss you, my queen?”
Shadow huffs, slow blinking up at him. “If you insist,” he says in a dismissive tone, but Sonic can read him too well, even now. He’s eager for it.
Bending down, Sonic presses his lips to Shadow’s, and both of them moan in unison. The energy that sparked between them at their first touch all those weeks ago is back with a vengeance, roaring between them, and it only encourages Sonic to coax Shadow’s lips open so he can lick into his mouth.
He’s purring, no surprise there, but when Shadow starts to purr back in a hesitant rumble it kind of makes him a little crazy. Their purrs sound good together, rising and falling in unison.
Shadow whines beneath him, reaching up to wrap his arms around Sonic’s neck again. He starts to suck on Sonic’s tongue , and it’s enough to get Sonic rutting against his pussy. Shadow jolts, accidentally scraping Sonic’s tongue with his fangs (which have, perhaps, elongated since his transformation), and their kiss suddenly tastes of iron.
It doesn’t dissuade Sonic, who continues the kiss until he has to pull away for need of breath. He uses the opportunity to start kissing his way back down Shadow’s body, down to his pussy, which smells so sweet and is so so wet for Sonic, pink and pretty and swollen, clit throbbing. It’s perfect.
Shadow whines his name, purring no longer, and Sonic immediately looks up on alert. His queen needs him. “What is it, what’s wrong?”
With a pout, Shadow reaches to tug at his arms. “That’s not where I want you. I need your children-”
“I know, angel,” Sonic says, the pet name slipping out before he can register. It just feels right, and from the way Shadow moans he knows it was received well. “But I’m worshipping your body, remember? Let me make you come, just like this. I promise I’ll give you children, as many as you want.”
Truth be told, he’s never given serious thought to having children. He’s always had doubts about his qualifications as a father, especially given his frequent adventures and constant scrapes with danger. But in this moment, he’d rather rip out his own heart than disappoint Shadow, his lover. His queen.
Before Shadow can protest again, Sonic lowers his head to lap long and filthy at his clit. It tastes so good. This immediately makes Shadow cry out again and sink into the sheets, arching his back as his wings quiver again.
Sonic takes this as the green light to go ahead, and picks up the pace. He licks at Shadow in a frenzy, slurping filthily at his slick and sucking at his clit with gusto, purring all the while. Shadow’s pussy, he thinks, has ruined him for pussy in general. He’s never tasted something like this before, so tart and sweet and everything.
Shadow’s reactions are everything, too; he squeals and keens and cries Sonic’s name as he reaches to tug at Sonic’s quills eagerly, his powerful thighs tightening around Sonic’s head especially when Sonic sucks on his clit. Not only is he purring, but he’s making some sort of chirping noise, distinctly alien, sending Sonic’s fur rippling in the best possible way.
Shadow is clearly inexperienced, sensitive, and it’s not long until he’s coming, slick pouring out of him as he whimpers so prettily and pulls on Sonic’s quills to the point of pain, wings shuddering.
When his whimpers become more of pain than pleasure, Sonic pulls away reluctantly from his pussy and looks up at him with blown pupils. “How was that?” he asks, wiping his muzzle with the back of his hand.
Shadow is so, so, so beautiful in this moment, his chest heaving, his eyes glossy, his wings still slightly shivering. “Th-that will suffice,” he manages finally, voice trembling, “For preparation. Now it’s time for what I came for.”
“Whatsamatter, Shads, impatient to get my dick?” Sonic says cheekily. He can’t help it, he’s feeling an immense amount of pride at making such a beautiful creature come so quickly.
Shadow snarls again, and his third eye glows. “ Fuck me ,” he says- no, he commands.
And immediately Sonic feels his neglected cock throb painfully, his mind emptying of everything but the desire to be inside Shadow absolutely fucking yesterday . He’s been hard without touch for so long now, so needy, so eager to get his dick in wet, tight warmth.
Without wasting another moment, he gets between Shadow’s legs properly. Grabbing his cock, he lines up and slides in. To his surprise, the walls of Shadow’s pussy are textured, ribbed in a way that makes the slide delectable. Most likely Black Arms DNA, he thinks. Just another way Shadow’s pussy is going to ruin him.
He groans immediately, but it’s nothing compared to the loud moan that Shadow lets out as he immediately wraps his arms and legs around Sonic tightly, hugging him tightly and purring like an engine, letting out infrequent and quiet chirps. With a loud rustle, Shadow’s wings fly up and around them, filtering out some of the moonlight. All of this, clearly, is devised to keep Sonic inside. Not that that’s necessary; Sonic doesn’t want to leave in the slightest.
He pulls out as little as possible before slamming back in, shoving Shadow up the bed.
Shadow wails, chirping so loud it hurts Sonic’s ears, nails digging into Sonic’s back. “That’s it!” he cries. “Dont s-stop, Sonic, please- AH! ”
Sonic has no plans of stopping anytime soon. He starts up a rhythm, grunting with pleasure as he slowly rubs his cock against Shadow’s ribbed pussy. “You feel so good,” he manages hoarsely, pace slow but steady and so blessedly deep. “Shadow, fuck, I-”
“Harder, faster,” Shadow demands, clenching around Sonic in a way that nearly takes his breath away and definitely steals his next words. “I need more, Sonic, now !”
“I got you, geez,” Sonic says, but his tone is unbelievably fond as he reaches up to cup Shadow’s cheek and kiss him tenderly. “I’ll give you what you want, angel.”
He doesn’t hesitate, after that, to start picking up the pace and increasing the strength of his thrusts. After all, Shadow is his greatest rival, his equal in all ways. Sonic’s had to hold back for his past partners, but he knows that Shadow can take it.
And take it, he does. Despite Sonic slamming into him at high speed, abusing his pussy with wet slapping sounds that would make any other Mobian wince, all Shadow can do is keen in delight as his face contorts with ecstasy. His pussy is dripping and tight, massaging Sonic’s dick in a way that’s so pleasurable that he knows this first round is going to be short.
Out loud, he says, “You’re so good for me, angel. You feel amazing.”
“Come in- mmm, hah! - me,” Shadow manages to respond, his stunning ruby eyes beginning to fill with tears. “Need it, need your babies…”
“Already, Shads?” Sonic says, feeling a bit relieved that Shadow isn’t expecting him to go much longer. “But you haven’t come yet, need to…” He trails off and curses as Shadow clenches purposefully around him again. “Need to get you there first…”
“No, no!” Shadow cries, holding Sonic closer. “Sonic, I can’t wait anymore! Need it! We need it, need you! Breed me, breed me full, breed me now !”
It’s not a command, more of a plea than anything, but it’s just as effective on Sonic’s dick. He comes almost immediately after, slamming into Shadow’s womb and emptying himself inside in powerful pulses.
Thankfully, this seems to be exactly what Shadow needed; he comes with a final howl as tears roll down his cheeks, cunt tightening as if to hold in every drop of Sonic’s essence. This almost seems to prolong Sonic’s orgasm; he could swear he’s never come this long or this much before.
But eventually, he feels himself coming down from the high; he groans and flops on top of Shadow, placing clumsy kisses on his face. “Fuck, Shads,” he gasps. “That was… I don’t even fuckin’ know, crazy good.”
Shadow doesn’t respond, so Sonic looks up, slightly concerned. He notices that Shadow’s wings have slumped back onto the bed. “Shadow?”
He moves to pull out, but Shadow’s legs tighten around him, keeping him in. “Don’t, please,” he says hoarsely. “Keep it inside, I need to feel you…” His expression is glazed over, eyes teary and staring into space, but he’s smiling a loopy, relaxed smile that puts Sonic at ease.
“Of course,” Sonic says immediately, relaxing on top of Shadow again. “Don’t worry, angel, I’m not going anywhere. Not until you tell me to. It’s up to you, I promise.”
“I feel so full,” Shadow says, his tone blissed-out and full of wonder. “I’m so full of you. You filled me up, and now we’re going to have babies.”
“Yeah,” Sonic says, smiling fondly. A small part of him is protesting at this—does he really want children? What will happen to them, if they’re part of Black Arms?—but the sweet scent of Shadow in the air and the soaked pussy squeezing around him quiets those protests down quite effectively. He’s always been a guy who just goes where the wind takes him, after all. “Yeah, you’ll have my hoglets, huh? I hope they have your pretty red eyes.”
Shadow lets out a chirp, purring loudly as he starts to lick at Sonic’s neck. “No,” he says dreamily, “Not my eyes. Want them to have your eyes, so lovely and green. And blue fur.”
“Uh, I think the last thing we need is a ton of mini-me’s running around,” Sonic jokes, following Shadow’s lead and lapping at the tear tracks on his muzzle.
But Shadow hisses at that, snapping his teeth. “That’s exactly what I want,” he says, still holding onto Sonic like a lifeline. “Your essence for Black Arms. We need that.”
“Right, you’ve said,” Sonic replies with a sigh, finishing lapping at him and pulling his head back slightly so he can look Shadow in the eyes–all three of them. “Um, could you elaborate a little more on what that–” He cuts off with a groan as Shadow suddenly clenches down on him again. “Shadow?”
Shadow smiles at him innocently. “What,” he says, “The great hero can’t go again? And here I thought you were a worthy mate-”
“I can,” Sonic says immediately, frowning. It’s clear that Shadow is manipulating him, but unfortunately it’s working. “I just-”
“I’m aching,” Shadow whines, as his pussy starts to rhythmically massage Sonic’s dick. “Need you again… You can go again, can’t you?”
Sonic wants nothing more than to prove himself in this moment. “I’ll go as many times as you want, angel,” he promises breathlessly, all concerns forgotten as he tenderly places a kiss on Shadow’s lips. “Can we try something different, though?”
Shadow nods slowly, but he still hisses as Sonic pulls out and watches come drip from his cunt in fascination. He sits up, looking cross. “You’d better be planning on fucking me again.”
“I am, don’t worry,” Sonic assures him, rubbing his arms soothingly. He takes a look at Shadow’s wings, now fully spread and resplendent again, and hums in thought. “Are your wings sensitive? In a good way, I mean.”
“I’m not sure,” Shadow murmurs, looking a little apprehensive. “No one has touched them yet.” Crimson eyes lock onto emerald, eyelashes fluttering. “No one has touched me like this, ever.”
“Oh, you’re killing me,” Sonic groans, digging his blunt nails into Shadow’s arms. He had a very strong feeling that Shadow was a virgin, but hearing it confirmed makes all the difference. “Okay. Can you get on your hands and knees for me, baby? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
Shadow is still looking a bit undecided but he nods, and slowly turns over to position himself as Sonic asks. Sonic notes that he’s clenching his cunt, keeping as much come inside of him as possible, which leaves Sonic rock hard again and ready to fuck.
This position leaves Sonic’s mouth watering; Shadow’s tail is stuck straight up and eager, his cute little pink asshole and dripping cunt on display, but most eye-catching of all are those wings .
“I’m going to try to touch your wings now, okay?” he says gently, getting on his knees to rub at Shadow’s lower back. “If it hurts or you just don’t like it, I’ll stop immediately.”
Shadow lets out a grunt of acknowledgement.
Sonic figures that’s the most he’s going to get, and slowly leans forward to lay the lightest touch on the auxiliary portion of Shadow’s right wing. It feels smooth, silky to the touch.
The effect is immediate, Shadow’s wing shudders and he moans softly.
Sonic freezes, but he doesn’t pull away. “How was that, angel?”
“Good,” Shadow says, tone so soft that Sonic has to strain to hear him. “I like it.”
“Yeah?” says Sonic, grinning wide. Gaia, that’s so hot. “I like it too, Shads. Your whole body is so beautiful, you know. I liked it before and I like it now. No matter what happens, you’re stunning.” He starts to move his hand through Shadow’s wing in earnest, still keeping a gentle touch; he doesn’t know how fragile the wings are and the last thing he wants to do is injure one by accident.
As he moves, he takes stock of Shadow’s reactions; as he suspected, Shadow’s wings seem to be more sensitive the closer they get to the base. When Sonic rubs at the area right above where they sink into black fur, Shadow keens again, shuddering all over.
“Sonic,” he says after a moment of this, tone tremulous. “Fuck me, fuck me now. I’m ready, don’t make me wait any longer.”
Sonic sighs happily, wondering how he got so lucky to have Shadow like this in his bed. “Yeah,” he says.
It’s easy to line himself up again from this angle and take Shadow, who whines happily at the feeling and moves his hips greedily to encourage Sonic to start moving. Sonic does, of course, gripping onto Shadow’s hips for purchase and giving it to him hard.
Shadow seems to love this position just as much, chirping and crying out every time Sonic fucks into him. Between Shadow’s never-ending slick and Sonic’s previous load inside of him, their sex is well-lubricated and obscenely noisy. Sonic loves it, never minds a mess, watching Shadow fall apart with gusto.
Of course, it’s not enough to render him silent. Pretty much nothing is. “Feel that, gorgeous?” he grunts, never stopping his thrusts. “That’s me fucking my come into your womb, y’know.”
“Yes,” Shadow rasps in between cries, wings shuddering in pleasure. “Yes, fuck me!”
“Oh, baby, you’re gonna have to beg me to stop,” Sonic promises, sweat starting to drip down his fur. “Your pussy’s too good, so beautiful, I’m going to touch your wing again, okay?”
Shadow whines his approval, and Sonic reaches forward to clumsily thumb at the base of his wings while still fucking him hard. This is clearly almost too much for Shadow; he wails again and comes almost immediately, wings shaking so hard that Sonic almost worries they might break.
The resulting clench down on Sonic’s cock has him coming with a shout as he finishes pounding into his lover, spilling another load deep inside of him. Oh yeah, Shadow’s going to be pregnant for sure.
Both of them are panting as they come down from their respective highs, and Sonic delicately maneuvers Shadow’s wings so that they can lie on their sides. He’s still inside Shadow, spooning him fondly, grooming and scenting the back of his neck and stroking his wing where it’s less sensitive (so as not to overstimulate him).
It’s bliss, honestly.
“Wanted to do this with you for so long,” he confesses, placing a tender kiss on the back of Shadow’s neck.
“ Mmnnhh … then why didn’t you?” Shadow asks, hoarse from all of his crying and keening, purring like a motor.
“You were always too good for me,” Sonic says with a wry grin. “That hasn’t changed; if anything, it’s gotten worse.” He yawns. Fatigue is catching up with him.
“No,” Shadow says. His tone is final. “You were the only one worthy of me, of this, of our babies. Sleep now, Sonic.”
Sonic frowns. “Y’sure?” he says, holding Shadow a little closer. “Don’t need me to fuck you again?”
Shadow’s tone sounds like he’s smiling when he speaks. “Sleep,” he repeats. “You’ve given me what I need. For now.”
When Sonic wakes up the next morning, he will have questions. He’ll have concerns. But now, he’s safe and fucked out and snuggling with the most wonderful creature he’s ever met, and that will suffice.
He sleeps.