Crumbs for the Rat King

Avery/Pasteur

Tags: Eggs, punishment, breeding, light non-con

There was a traitor in the courts, but this was nothing new. Someone always wanted something, and if humans were treacherous, fae brought that to a new level. As the King of Seasons, Avery had to keep a good eye out for such actions, and one such fae had crossed his path just recently.

"Such improper rearing..." Avery muttered under his breath as he strode along the pristine marble floors of the Winter Palace, frost gliding across the surfaces he contacted as he went. He launched the doors to the office open, hearing a surprised shriek from within. There sat Pasteur, lieutenant of the Winter Court and father of the traitor. While Pasteur had certainly known of his son's punishment, it gave him reason to be on edge. Fae had strange ways of dolling out justice, and what often involved one member would later involve every member. Including the father, Pasteur in this case.

"Avery, beloved..." Pasteur hesitated, mouth screwing up nervously as he stood. Ah, Avery had nearly forgotten— this had been his son with Pasteur. Such a shame he had left the boy in incompetent care. By the way that Avery snorted steam, slit eyes on Pasteur, Pasteur had the right idea— he sprinted right past his king.

Pasteur only got as far as the next hallway before being slammed into the ground and yanked along into an adjacent room, the door shutting swiftly.

"Avery, come, be reasonable—!" He protested as Avery stripped him right down, the fox car's tail fluffing right up as the cold hit his most sensitive parts.

The king leered over him, meeting his eyes before leaning down to kiss his cheeks. "It's okay your son was a traitor, Pasteur..." He trailed, Pasteur feeling instant relief. "B-u-t, I can't excuse it. You ought to father them better. So I'll give you another chance." He didn't give Pasteur a chance to squeal as he bit the nape of the man's neck. Pasteur's tail lashed to and thro, feeling a keen whimper exit his throat. His heart felt like it would beat out of his chest as his king's forked tongue ran across the wound on his shoulder, lapping up the gold ichor.

Pain soon turned to pleasure, Avery reaching down to rub along the man's hips and down to his member, thumb below to rub the space between his cock and balls, clawed fingers warning Pasteur not to move. Though, it wasn't as though Pasteur hadn't become pliable, the fox fae more than vocal at the ministrations, hard and throbbing in moments. Between he and the king, he liked to avoid sex for months until he'd be laid claim to, the prickling and heat far heightened by it. Pasteur had a good deal to enjoy with his partner being Avery, considering the aphrodisiac the man forced into him with his bite.

"Please... enough touches here and there..." Pasteur bemoaned, body on fire. His nipples were hard, hips trembling but forced apart by Avery's knee, unable to find friction.

"Oh? Since when did you command anything of your king?" Avery looked down on Pasteur, gold eyes drinking him in. He flicked the fae's nipple curiously, eliciting a sensitive groan. "Patience..." he delicately saddled his pants down. Pasteur inhaled sharply, drinking in his scent, hot and heavy. Angry Avery was the best Avery to have sex with, after all. He was rough when he thrust his dick in, the other flopping off to the side of Pasteur's hip, slobbering precinct. Pasteur cried out, back scuffed up against the rough carpet on the floor but rendered speechless by the sparks and heat on his cheeks at each thrust.

When Avery came, he came hard, suddenly, Pasteur filled with a delicious warmth in his lower half, quivering at how it sloshed into him, Avery's cock throbbing as it pumped and pumped into him. He twitched as he barely felt it— small orbs scratching his insides, bouncing up and further into him. Pasteur felt bloated and uncomfortable at it, the eggs finding purchase, clutches of these small things undoubtably able to grow hundreds of times their size in weeks to fill him. But this logical side drowned in Avery's cum, in the pleasure of him hitting his spot as he shot into Pasteur. He felt his king's dick throb with each clutch pushed into him, inhaling sharply and sucking his gut in, only to feel the bumpiness inside him, the warmth of the aphrodisiac these eggs also released. The man's body fell open to Avery's ministrations as he came and came again across the red carpet underfoot, the servants cleaning such a mess up barely an afterthought for Avery's favourite lieutenant.