Crumbs for the Rat King

Avery/Ed Part 2

Tags: Dragon, two is better than 1, anatomy practice, transformation, growth, pheromones/sex pheromones

"Here's your next choice— shall your muse let you study a limb you don't have," Avery let go of his hand to twirl around on the sheets, "Or shall you compare something else?"

Ed's mind raced at the possibilities. "You know I'm bad at riddles. How about both?" He looked up at Avery with big eyes.

"You'll get both, pet. But choose which you want first." Avery promised, hungry eyes on Ed. The lights felt too hot and bright. Was this what models usually contended with? Or was the heat his own fault?

"Fine... study a limb I don't have, then." Ed trailed. Avery stepped back with a smirk, turning around to have his back face Ed. "Don't blink." He said. Ed's eyes brushed over his back muscles appreciatively, before snapping downwards as his lower back prickled in scales, extending outwards. The newly formed tail whipped side to side as it formed as though it was escaping its flimsy glamour, before slowing to more languid swishes as it grew larger and weightier. The bottom edge connected far lower than the upper edge's connection to his thoracolumbar fascia, pushing down his pants to expose the upper curl of his buttocks as it grew to its full size. Avery looked back and caught his greedy eyes. "Well? I know there's a policy not to touch models, but well, anatomy practice, right?"

Ed didn't need to be told twice, surging forwards. He started with the tip, slim fingers trailing along the underside. It was markedly softer, scales flatter and less segmented. It was coloured a cream colour, contrasting with the dark upper edge. That too, Ed took in. His top scales were smaller, rougher and more protruding. They were a gift from his mother, invulnerable to piercing. "Marvellous." He smiled to himself, hands combing upwards along both edges, sandwiching the extra limb. The distance between his palms grew further as he hiked up the tail. His hands arrived at the base: the hand on the top edge pressed against the mix of smoother scales and human skin. On the bottom, though, it trailed down to just soft skin. "How does it connect to the rest of you?" Ed found himself asking without thinking.

"Why don't you see?" Avery was looking back at him the best he could, eyes intently focused.

Ed's lower hand moved lower, brushing against where the flatter scales grew softer even— it probably wasn't even scales at that point, more like soft skin, forming a pouch from the lower border of his tail to his— "Oh." Ed's face reddened. Avery only laughed it off.

"Satisfy your curiosity?" Avery asked, teasing.

"Mostly." Ed murmured, just now realizing how deep his hand was in Avery's pants, and how much the bottom of the tail had pushed Avery's boxers down.

"Well? Shall we compared next, then?" Avery asked Ed. Ed looked up to meet his eyes and manage a nod, almost feigning shyness now that he had realized. He moved to stand, only for Avery to turn around and grasp his hands in his. "You may need both for this comparison." He warned, sharp teeth visible.

Ed didn't say anything, only watching as Avery loosened the string of his pants further than it had been stretched out already. His breath caught as Avery would lower his boxers and pants in a smooth motion. Ed further straightened as Avery reached him, flicking open the clasp on his jeans. The rush of cold air had him shiver as Avery pushed his pants and underwear down his legs. The moment of silence lasted only briefly before Avery would reach out, taking Ed's hand palm up. He was close, breath on Ed's hair, as Ed's hand was pressed first beneath Avery's half hard erection, then his own. "Go on then. Compare." Avery groaned as Ed squeezed Avery's dick, fingers moving small circles up the shaft towards the head. He leaned close, placing his head against Avery's pecs, fingers shifting to rub beneath the now-throbbing head, feeling as Avery became hard under his gentle ministrations. His fingertips traced along the edges and to the opening, rubbing along its edges, watching Avery keen as he'd throb, erection heavy in his hand.

He was about to bend down to study Avery with his mouth before Avery reached down, capturing Ed's dick in his hand. Ed gave a little yelp of surprise as the man brought their cocks together, his large hands now having both captured in hand. He pumped them in tandem— up for Ed and down for him, and vice versa. Ed felt his arousal spike with the sensation of twisting and wetness as Avery and his precum mixed together under Avery's pumping. "See how small you are?" Ed's head jerked up to look up at Avery, meeting his eyes beneath the man's shadow his hair cast, his head leaning down. Avery kissed Ed, then pulled away just as soon. "Compared to me..." He grasped around both their dicks, rubbing them appreciatively, before stepping back slightly smirking and letting go. He grabbed Ed's waist, pulling him close. Their cocks squeezed between them, throbbing. Ed's stomach was wet. One area much higher than the other, he felt heat collecting in him.

"I-I think I'll need a more hands on approach. To really know how long it is." Ed managed, looking up at Avery, eyes pleading.

"Oh? As an artist, or... more." Avery pressed a finger between Ed's pecs, trailing it down to his head, rubbing along the little slit. "Lay down, then." Ed was too obedient then, and immediately did, body sprawled across the sheets on the floor.

"I did trick you." Avery admitted, looking down at him from where he stood. His tail swayed.

"Mm, by offering to model when you wanted sex? Yes... very naughty." Ed smiled easily up at him, legs inclining as he would reach down, rubbing along the underside of his dick and trailing down to fondle his balls. His finger dipped lower, fingering his hole and gasping, smile darting between daring and enticing. Come and claim what you own, please, his smile seemed to say.

"Well, I said you could study a limb you don't have, or something else... well, the something else is also a limb you don't have." Ed watched him as scales shimmered into being along his crotch,moving downwards as they claimed his skin as real estate. They grew more pebble like as they reached the shaft of his member. Avery let out a puff of breath as his shaft bulged, growing out a ring before an outgrowth split off, quivering. It grew in a slim form before ballooning out, forming the head and shaft of another dick. Both grew larger, hilts similarly bulging out, small soft spines growing out along the base and becoming more ridge-like as they continued up the shaft to the head, where they resembled small bumps. The cocks jerked up, the slits twitching. The air became heady, smelling of Avery and something else, something sweet, that made Ed tingle from head to toe in a way he hadn't before. His toes curled.

"I... definitely need a more hands on approach." Ed choked out, breathing quick as he felt his cock convulse, vision flashing white as he came across the sheets on the floor. He gasped, having realized his fingers had been working on their own, one set in his hole as his other hand occupied itself pumping his shaft. "Ah... God, you need to put it in me. Avery, put it in me."

"Both?" Avery would get down on all fours, tail lashing into the air behind him before he crawled atop Ed, leaning over him. Ed felt them, both members leaking that sweet fluid across his stomach up to his belly button, pooling in any dips to his abdomen. Anywhere the liquid went it tingled, terribly sensitive, and Avery knew it as he rubbed along the areas the liquid trailed down off Ed.

"Yes! Yes— god, both." Ed groaned miserably, already back at his full arousal, goosebumps breaking across his forearms. "Fuck, what is that feeling?"

"Why don't we find out together?" Avery leaned down, kissing along Ed's neck, bifurcated tongue licking along where he kissed and sucked. He moved down, his dicks replacing Ed's hand— a poor replacement for the real thing, Ed thought dully. The heat exploded through his insides and across his prostate, the membranes twisting around one another, more limber than Avery's human dick. And good thing for that, because somehow they fit without splitting him in two, coating his insides with the hot liquid. Ed touched against his lower stomach and gasped as he felt each thrust, back arching and twisting a leg up to get the right angle. Avery reached up and held his leg there with one arm, his other hand pushing Ed's other leg down. Ed cried out in euphoria as Avery found his rhythm, hitting his spot like it was the only thing there to thrust against— and maybe it was, the substance pumped out of Avery's heads making any surface in him feel just as good as it would hitting just his spot. Ed shook and positively cried as he came, head shooting back in ecstasy as Avery came soon after from the contractions that followed his climax, milking him dry as he was shot full of Avery's load. That, mixed with whatever the substance was, only made his high last longer, the bases of Avery's cocks inflating and keeping that euphoric mixture in him.

The painting session lasted a lot longer than usual.