"Meant anything"? [ Again, he chuckles—this time, so quiet the sound is almost lost in the din that surrounds them. ] What a ridiculous notion.
[ And yet, Aurelien's heart pounds in his chest those light strips of armor come away from Claude's body. The despair emanating from Claude's body... Aurelien can find no other word for it but beautiful. The scent of it permeating the air draws Aurelien closer; again, the weight of his densely-muscled body smothers Claude beneath him, and he tastes the burn of those already-broken ribs in the anguish that soaks the space between them. ]
For us to see each other again... [ He sighs against Claude's mouth, his breath as hot as any man's. Doggedly, he shreds through cloth and armor with his claw-tipped hands; at last, his fingertips bite down into skin, Aurelien drawing a trail of bloody tracks from Claude's chest to his stomach. ] Such a meeting can mean only one thing.
[ Aurelien's huge, hard shaft rubs between Claude's thighs. With every desperate thrash of Claude's limbs, with every pathetic squirm of his frail little body, it rubs against him—as if it were a reminder to them both of the torment yet to come. Just the thought is enough to leave Aurelien so erect that he aches; finally, his fingers catch in the waist of Claude's trousers, tugging them downward with the impatience to match his half-delirious lust. ]
Struggle all you like. [ Those metal claws bite into the meat of Claude's thighs as he presses his legs back, exposing Claude's bare hole to the air. ] Your pain... Your suffering... They're delectable.
[ The monstrous head of Aurelien's cock presses to the rim of Claude's hole. Its tip leaks with his desire, plentiful and slick—but still far, far too little to ease the way as Aurelien forces himself inside, heedless of Claude's comfort. ]
Edited (decided to rearrange the dialogue) 2025-08-23 01:01 (UTC)
[ Claude let out a choked cry as Aurelien's heavy body pressed closer, forcing his broken ribs to compress, the sharp pain constricting his chest and making it harder to breathe. His eyes were clouded with the agony engulfing his face and chest with every harsh breath, and he hissed as those claws dragged down his now bare skin. He must have been an utter mess by then, covered in deep bruises and blood from his nose and Aurelien's claws, but the Drukhari clearly adored the sight before him.
Cutting through the pain, he heard some absurd musing about this unexpected reunion. He might have laughed if he didn't fear his ribs cutting into his lungs and unintentionally drowning him in his own blood.
Despite Aurelien's warning, or perhaps 'invitation', Claude couldn't fully control his reactions when he felt that massive cock, already fully erect and straining between his thighs. He tried to kick the Drukhari, to somehow flee from his cock, but he never stood a chance- even if he was uninjured, he could never hope to take down a Drukhari one-on-one.
Claude cried out again as Aurelien yanked down his trousers, his legs still flailing as he tried to kick him. The claws dug into his thighs, pressing them back, his resistance just as effective as a human challenging a space marine to an arm wrestling contest.
His head fell back against the metal floor with a low thud, the press of the Drukhari's enormous cockhead against his hole making his previous fear seem minor in comparison. He wasn't a virgin, far from it, but even Lorenz's sizable dick felt ordinary in comparison to the monster that tore into him. He screamed as it split him open, like he was being impaled with the sharp end of a dagger. Delirious with pain, he wondered if there would have been any difference.]
[ Claude's scream washes over him. The sound of it is electricity on his skin; in a cascade of silvery hair, Aurelien tosses back his head, and his lips part in an ecstatic grin.
Once, he might have paid some consideration to savoring the moment—but he can hear the frenetic sounds the surround them dying down, little-by-little, and he has no desire for their reunion to be interrupted. As though he barely feels the desperate kick of Claude's legs at all, he guides them wide by his hands' iron grip; the motion angles Claude's hips upward, and Aurelien forces himself deeper with a smooth thrust of his powerful hips. ]
That's right, my little pet—scream for me...
[ His voice oozes with his pleasure—with satisfaction, with affection. He wonders, does Claude realize? Does he understand that every moment since their first meeting—every breath, every step, every choice he has made—has been leading him to this moment? Blood trickles down his fingers. He pounds his cock deep, every rough, unrelenting thrust splitting Claude's insides around him until the pale flesh of his shaft is streaked with red, too. ]
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[ And yet, Aurelien's heart pounds in his chest those light strips of armor come away from Claude's body. The despair emanating from Claude's body... Aurelien can find no other word for it but beautiful. The scent of it permeating the air draws Aurelien closer; again, the weight of his densely-muscled body smothers Claude beneath him, and he tastes the burn of those already-broken ribs in the anguish that soaks the space between them. ]
For us to see each other again... [ He sighs against Claude's mouth, his breath as hot as any man's. Doggedly, he shreds through cloth and armor with his claw-tipped hands; at last, his fingertips bite down into skin, Aurelien drawing a trail of bloody tracks from Claude's chest to his stomach. ] Such a meeting can mean only one thing.
[ Aurelien's huge, hard shaft rubs between Claude's thighs. With every desperate thrash of Claude's limbs, with every pathetic squirm of his frail little body, it rubs against him—as if it were a reminder to them both of the torment yet to come. Just the thought is enough to leave Aurelien so erect that he aches; finally, his fingers catch in the waist of Claude's trousers, tugging them downward with the impatience to match his half-delirious lust. ]
Struggle all you like. [ Those metal claws bite into the meat of Claude's thighs as he presses his legs back, exposing Claude's bare hole to the air. ] Your pain... Your suffering... They're delectable.
[ The monstrous head of Aurelien's cock presses to the rim of Claude's hole. Its tip leaks with his desire, plentiful and slick—but still far, far too little to ease the way as Aurelien forces himself inside, heedless of Claude's comfort. ]
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Cutting through the pain, he heard some absurd musing about this unexpected reunion. He might have laughed if he didn't fear his ribs cutting into his lungs and unintentionally drowning him in his own blood.
Despite Aurelien's warning, or perhaps 'invitation', Claude couldn't fully control his reactions when he felt that massive cock, already fully erect and straining between his thighs. He tried to kick the Drukhari, to somehow flee from his cock, but he never stood a chance- even if he was uninjured, he could never hope to take down a Drukhari one-on-one.
Claude cried out again as Aurelien yanked down his trousers, his legs still flailing as he tried to kick him. The claws dug into his thighs, pressing them back, his resistance just as effective as a human challenging a space marine to an arm wrestling contest.
His head fell back against the metal floor with a low thud, the press of the Drukhari's enormous cockhead against his hole making his previous fear seem minor in comparison. He wasn't a virgin, far from it, but even Lorenz's sizable dick felt ordinary in comparison to the monster that tore into him. He screamed as it split him open, like he was being impaled with the sharp end of a dagger. Delirious with pain, he wondered if there would have been any difference.]
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Once, he might have paid some consideration to savoring the moment—but he can hear the frenetic sounds the surround them dying down, little-by-little, and he has no desire for their reunion to be interrupted. As though he barely feels the desperate kick of Claude's legs at all, he guides them wide by his hands' iron grip; the motion angles Claude's hips upward, and Aurelien forces himself deeper with a smooth thrust of his powerful hips. ]
That's right, my little pet—scream for me...
[ His voice oozes with his pleasure—with satisfaction, with affection. He wonders, does Claude realize? Does he understand that every moment since their first meeting—every breath, every step, every choice he has made—has been leading him to this moment? Blood trickles down his fingers. He pounds his cock deep, every rough, unrelenting thrust splitting Claude's insides around him until the pale flesh of his shaft is streaked with red, too. ]