Patreon Compilation – Fic#266 – Halsin/DragonbornOC – musk/stink kink; half transformed Halsin – As Nature Intended (Patreon)

Halsin/DragonbornOC – Damien finds out that it has not been a potion giving Halsin trouble to contain his Bearshape. It is, in fact, his horniness that makes him loose control. Damien is there to help.

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Damien finds himself uncharacteristically quiet during the next two days. Halsin must have shaken off his body’s reaction go the potion. He looks normal again.

Well… as normal as a druid of Halsin’s towering stature can look, he supposes. Even not half-transformed, Halsin sticks out like a sore thumb; tall and broad and hairy. Nowhere near the dainty little elves that Damien is used to see flitting around cities and the edges of forests.

Halsin looms at the fringe of their camps as well but Damien never forgets about him anyway. He keeps staring at him, waiting for him to whisper to the others about the… neat little things he has found out about the Dragonborn.

Like his obsession with the stink his half-transformed body has been producing. Damien wonders if he knows that he wants to find out how he is smelling now that he is no longer struggling to maintain one form over the other.

He finds himself staring at his pits and the reddish-brown hair that curls out of the fold of his arm against his body, just about visible. He must have a thick thatch of fur there that must just reek-

Damien wants him. Badly. And Halsin must know because two nights later, he puts a huge hand into the back of the Dragonborn’s neck and squeezes until it feels like all the air is leaving Damien’s lungs.

He turns his head just enough to peer over his shoulder at the druid. Again, he is looming, though his roughly hewn face is twisted into a downright warm smile.

“Come.”

So Damien comes with him. Nobody questions their absence. Nobody asks them where they might be going. Maybe they don’t care – their ragtag group has not been together long enough to form any bond whatsoever – or they know exactly what is about to happen in the forest and they have no desire to follow up on that.

In Damien’s mind there is no way that they could not know. He might as well have been parading his erection around for all the world to see like the jester he has become since that night-

Halsin guides him into the forest. His warm hand leaves Damien’s neck at one point and is immediately sorely missed. The cool of the night does not feel good on the Dragonborn’s scales; he enjoys the warmth of the fire and the sun during the day far more.

He stares at Halsin’s broad back. He can feel the excitement down to the very tip of his tail.

Halsin turns back to him and in the same motion gently grabs him by the throat and pushes him back into one of the trees. It is not as aggressive a gesture as it could have been. In fact, Damien does not feel threatened at all.

Just excited. He exhales roughly, his voice embarrassingly sibilant as he whispers: “I thought the potion had lost its grip over you… yet you behave just as feral as you did two nights ago.”

Halsin chuckles. He moves even closer, his huge body just shy of pressing against Damien. The heat radiating off of him is just as intense now as it had been the other night.

“And yet I do not hear you protest, dear Monk. In fact-” Without hesitation, his hand gently palms Damien’s cock through his garments, fingers curling around the shaft enough to make it clear that this has been no accident. That he is meaning to touch him and explore him. “I think you enjoy it quite a bit.”

Halsin does not ask him whether he wants to continue what they started. He just takes what he wants… and Damien is all too eager to let him have it.

There is always that awkwardness when other races try to kiss a Dragonborn, but after a moment of thoughtful hesitation, Halsin just goes in for it and opens his mouth to accept Damien’s broad tongue.

They pull on each other’s clothes. Damien just naturally tries to get the upper hand back and is almost glad when Halsin growls and pushes him right back where he belongs. In fact, when he pulls back to catch a breath, his face looks more… feral than before. There’s a lot more fur sprouting from his body.

“I will have you.” There is no room for objection. Halsin is starting to transform right in front of Damien yet all he can think about is how thick he already smells. All the scents from the camp seem to have caught up in the druid’s hair and as he fights against completely transforming himself, it mingles with his sweat quite spectacularly.

“So it wasn’t the potion after all… you were just excited, weren’t you?”

Damien takes a step closer. There’s a gust of wind curling through the forest and hitting the scales of his naked body in quite a flirtatious way. Maybe nature feels as amorous as the druid does.

There is something amusing to be said about the Archdruid of all people having trouble keeping his wildshape under wraps, but for once Damien can’t quite put his finger on it. He is just standing there and staring as Halsin squirms, trying to hold on to his feral side.

Only that…

“Don’t.” Damien all but whispers. He reaches for Halsin, grasping one meaty bicep. “Just let it happen.”

Halsin swings his head around and stares at Damien for a moment, no muscle twitching. His snout dips in what Damien supposes is a nod. The next moment, he lurches at the Dragonborn.

The world around him spins and the air is knocked out of Damien’s lungs as he hits the ground and is buried beneath Halsin’s body.

And with that weight pressing down on him also comes the warm stench of the druid’s body. Damien gurgles. His legs open without hesitation, cock throbbing in time with the fast pounding of his heart. He can’t decide what he wants more: to be speared ruthlessly on Halsin’s meaty dick, or to bury his snout beneath the Archdruid’s pit and just inhale until his head spins and the world starts to gray out at the edges of his vision.

Halsin is all too kind to decide that for the Monk. He grabs one of Damien’s legs and pulls it up against his side, opening him even more for the insistent push of his cock. He searches for a moment, trying to find that warm, slimy slit of the Dragonborn, nestled just at the base of his tail… before finding it quite spectacularly.

No hesitation, no asking for any input – just him spearing into Damien and fucking any inkling of protest out of him before it can begin.

Some say that Dragonborns are made to be fucked. Their hot, slimy holes all too eager and slutty to be spread on cock without any preparation.

Damien has always thought these comments in bad taste, though in a way he has to agree. He is slutty. His body loves the feeling of Halsin’s cock ramming into him and filling his guts with prickling heat.

He loves even more, though, how the Archdruid takes him into a headlock. Half-feral and horny as he is, he does not pause for any false niceties. He simply stuffs Damien’s head beneath his arm and all but suffocates him on the warm odor of his body. The thick scent of sweat is overwhelming and salty.

The Dragonborn’s eyes roll into his head. He can’t say that he usually enjoys being made the bitch of anybody… but there is something absolutely addicting of getting buried beneath the bulk of a man like Halsin and have him overwhelm him completely.

Just when it feels like he is about to pass out from lack of oxygen, Halsin releases the grip he has on Damien’s head, allowing him to gasp in desperate breaths of air. Meanwhile, the druid fucks in rough, arhythmic thrusts. Damien can’t predict what he is going to do next because there is nothing to predict. All he can do is hold on, fingers clenched in the fur on Halsin’s back, his whole body curled into a fist of sensation.

In a way it is as if he was getting truly fucked by a beast. No words need to be exchanged for it, after all. The growl emanating from the Archdruid is all too real and feral. It thrums through Damien’s body and tickles him down to the very tip of his tail.

His tailhole keeps clenching on his cock, the sound of it smacking around the druid’s shaft lewd and intimate.

Halsin pulls him back into his armpit. Damien feels like his neck is going to be snapped. His heart beats fast, his cock twitching pathetically where it is squeezed between both their bellies.

He endures one thrust. Two thrusts. Three thrusts. And then he comes, body tight and painful in the orgasm rolling through him.

The bear above him roars, hips pumping faster, jackrabbiting into Damien to utilize the tight, suckling clench of his body for his own gratification.

Fuck, Damien has to leave the group the first chance he gets. He’ll never be able to look at Halsin again without getting aroused.

That is a problem.