13. A Rock And A Hard Place

13

A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE

Pinks staggered under Zarrie's new weight. She was heavy.

Galent stumbled in the opposite direction, looking pale. Then his gaze snapped to Pinks and Zarrie. "Fuck!"

Zarrie was frozen with her wolf ears, a curious expression on her face. But her eyes looked so lifeless, and Pinks could no longer hear her heartbeat. It was enough to send him into a panic. "Zee? Hey, baby. C'mon. Come back to me."

Galent crowded close, half-reaching for Pinks but afraid to touch. He looked so guilty and horrified. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—I..."

"It's not your fault," Pinks said brokenly. He trudged over to the bed and sat down carefully, cradling Zarrie in his lap. "You didn't try to touch her at all. It's the evil thing's fault for cursing you."

Galent sighed heavily. Then he punched the wall, leaving a fist-sized dent in it. "It was my damn fucking fault. I provoked it. I was drunk and being stupid. All of it could have been prevented, and I didn't."

Pinks remembered Ace and Raptor holding up signs, telling Galent how incredibly stupid he had been. He would've been mad at the giant, except Galent looked just as shattered as Pinks felt.

"What did you do?" Pinks asked quietly.

Galent sat down next to Pinks and buried his face in his hands. "It's all because of a robot movie. It was one of the few things I was obsessed with, back when movies were first invented. I collected every version of AlphaBot that came out, from when they used cheesy tin costumes, up until the recent years, when they used CGI. Anyway, this latest movie had been delayed several times. I'd stayed up late to watch it when it released last week—I'd been waiting years for it.

"It was a great movie. After it was over, I couldn't sleep because I was still so hyped up, even though I had an important business meeting the next day."

"Oh, no," Pinks murmured, his heart aching.

"Yeah," Galent said into his hands. "I slept for barely two hours. Then I went to work and signed the wrong papers at the meeting. By the time I realized what I'd done, I'd fucked up trade routes for the next five years, and everything was a mess. I fixed as much as I could. After it was all over, I went to a bar to get drunk. I was pissed at myself. That thing happened to approach me, and I shoved it off. In hindsight, I should've just gone home. But it became a bar brawl and the thing struck my chest with something.

"I didn't know what it had done. Then I began turning into stone, and I didn't even realize it until I'd poured milk all over the kitchen counter and Handsome was staring at me like I'd become a ghost. It's just... It's all so stupid. I could've done so many things not to get to this point, and I didn't."

Pinks sagged. "Oh, Galent."

Galent glanced at Zarrie, drawing a shuddering breath. "I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt her."

"Yeah. I know."

Galent reached over, squeezing Pinks' thigh. Then he grabbed their blanket and wrapped it around Pinks and Zarrie, sitting down beside them.

They didn't talk for a long time. Until there came a faint heartbeat, and color returned to Zarrie's face.

Pinks was so relieved, he cried. "Zee!"

He dropped kisses on her face until all the gray had faded from her body. Zarrie shook herself like a wet pup, blinking innocently.

As though nothing earth-shattering had just happened.

"Is she all right?" Galent asked in a strangled voice.

Pinks pressed his nose to Zarrie's skin, breathing in deep. "She still smells clean. Healthy. Oh, Zee. Fuck. You really gave us a scare."

"Good. That's good to hear." Galent stood suddenly and turned away. When Pinks looked up, the giant was already at the bedroom door, his back to Pinks. Galent swiped at his face.

"Galent?" Pinks got to his feet, but Galent was already moving away. "Hey, wait!"

He had to put in a burst of speed, skidding to a stop at the front door before Galent could reach it.

Galent looked away, but not before Pinks caught the scent of salt, and the tear tracks on his face.

Pinks froze. He'd never seen an alpha cry over a baby before. Especially one that wasn't his own.

Galent scrubbed his hand over his face, looking wrecked. "Sorry," he said thickly. "I'm just—relieved."

Pinks' heart slipped. "Okay. Wait there. Just wait."

He gave Zarrie another warm hug, then set her in her playpen and gave Limesicart strict instructions not to get too close to her. Then he hurried over to Galent, who was watching him warily.

Pinks leaped at him and engulfed him in a bear hug. He had to shimmy up Galent's body to get to his shoulders, but once he was there, Pinks wrapped his arms and legs around the giant, and kissed him softly on the lips. "I really don't blame you."

Galent grimaced. "But—"

"Shh." Pinks kissed him again. "Zarrie is fine. Maybe—Maybe this is one of her abilities. That she can cure people who are sick."

Carefully, Galent touched Pinks' hips. He held Pinks to himself, looking so vulnerable that Pinks closed the distance between them and kissed him again.

"I think you'll be a great dad," Pinks murmured. "You care. You care so much about Zarrie."

"You have so much faith in me."

"I think I can read people pretty well." Pinks pressed their foreheads together and waited.

Slowly, Galent's touch grew more confident. He walked them up to a wall and pinned Pinks against it, nuzzling Pinks' cheek and bringing their mouths together. Galent slipped his tongue between Pinks' lips and tasted him inside; his fingertips pressed harder around Pinks' hips, leaving finger-shaped bruises on his skin. Pinks gasped.

"You're the perfect mate," Galent whispered. "I want to claim you with my dragon form so badly. I'm going to order some stretching kits. So you can sink down on my cock, let me make you come over and over."

"I want that. I want to know what it feels like." Pinks shivered.

Galent smiled against his lips; something thick nudged between Pinks' cheeks.

Pinks only remembered then that they were both still naked. They'd rushed out of bed in a hurry, and he shifted so much that clothes were sometimes a secondary consideration.

"Can I...?" Galent rubbed his tip against Pinks' hole.

"In your bedroom."

"Mmmm." Galent carried him to the room they used exclusively for sex. There, he pinned Pinks up against the wall, grinding their cocks together. Pinks jerked against him.

This time, their kiss was hotter, filthier. Galent's tongue grew thick and tapered; he pushed it into Pinks' mouth, filling him at the same time he slid every inch of his cock against Pinks'. Pinks moaned. "L-let me feel your dragon cock. I want to know what it feels like."

"You really are a monster fucker, aren't you?" Galent whispered, his eyes flashing red. He licked his lips with that long, sinful tongue, and the next thing Pinks knew, there was a dragon pushing him up against the wall, hot breath on his face. "Take my cock out, Sweety-Pinks."

"Wh-where?" Pinks moaned.

Galent slid Pinks down his front, so Pinks' cock dragged against his slippery scales. And there, between Galent's legs, was a scaly vertical slit, raised on both sides like a plush sort of pocket. "Put your hand inside," Galent rumbled.

Pinks flushed. This felt extremely intimate. He slipped his hand into Galent's slit, only for his fingers to bump into something big, thick, and wet. It had a wicked swell on the underside, prominent bumps on the top side, and at its base was silky skin, ready to stretch into a knot.

Galent licked his scaly lips. "Makes you wet, huh, just touching inside my cock pocket?"

"C-cock pocket?" Pinks choked on a laugh. Then he pulled Galent out of his slit, huge and red, the heavy musk of Galent's cock hitting him in the chest. He grew so wet, his slick trickled down his thighs. "Oh, fuck."

"Big enough for you?" Galent purred.

"It's too big," Pinks moaned. But he kept stroking the dragon's cock, imagining it stretching him, fucking him open. "I need it," Pinks whimpered. "Need you inside me."

Galent groaned. "I can't like this. Not when you're not stretched enough."

He picked Pinks up and sat Pinks on his blunt tip. Pinks' cheeks opened around Galent; Galent's slit pushed snug against his hole. Precum shot straight into Pinks, a long, hot jet that went deep into his body.

"Oh, gods," Pinks whimpered. "I wish I could fit you right now. I want your dragon cock."

Galent's eyes flashed. "Let me... Let me try bringing it into my human shape."

With a golden shimmer, his snout shortened, his body shrinking. Galent's shape wavered slightly, going back and forth between human and dragon, until the shimmering faded.

He was now human-shaped, his skin covered in translucent blue scales. His face was angular with pointed bumps along his jawline, short horns emerging from his forehead. His eyes burned red, his teeth sharp points, his tongue tapered and thick. His fingers were tipped with claws, biceps thick and muscular. His wings were much smaller now, but still leathery.

Pinks dragged his gaze down Galent's lush pecs, down his abs, to the length between his legs. It was glistening, flushed red, and it seemed to be a smaller version of his dragon cock, with the bumps and swell, and a smooth lower third for his knot.

"Now," Pinks said immediately, squirming. "I want it now. Fuck me up against the wall."

"Gods, you're so hungry for my cock." Galent dragged his tapered tongue over his lips, lifting Pinks off his feet and pinning him against the wall. He pushed their cocks together, hard thrusts that had Pinks gasping and moaning. Except Galent didn't linger; he lifted Pinks higher, and sat Pinks on his shifted cock, letting its tip push between Pinks' cheeks. Pinks held his breath when it grazed his hole, hot and blunt and promising.

"Mine," the giant growled. He anchored Pinks to the wall, thrusting lightly against Pinks' hole, his cock sometimes skimming over it, sometimes pushing in shallowly. "Mine."

The next time his tip caught against Pinks' entrance. Galent pushed Pinks down, and fucked up at the same time. His cock plowed into Pinks, stretching him ruthlessly; his bumps caught against Pinks' rim one by one and pushed in, until he was fully seated, Galent's dragon cock pressing against the best parts inside him.

"F-fuck, fuck," Pinks wheezed, his body clenching with pleasure.

"Gods, you're so tight for me," Galent groaned in his ear.

He began to fuck into Pinks, deep hard thrusts that slammed against Pinks' prostate over and over, until Pinks came helplessly all over his stomach, his head thrown back.

"That's it," Galent panted, thrusting in. "Your face when you come. So beautiful. All mine." He lowered Pinks onto his cock, bouncing Pinks every time he fucked in. "Mine." Thrust. "Mine." Thrust. "Mine." Thrust, thrust, thrust.

Pinks' blush went down his neck, to his chest. Galent tucked his face against Pinks' throat and sucked a love bite over his pulse point, until Pinks wheezed and clawed at him, coming again.

"Feels so good when you come around me," Galent groaned. "Like you're begging me to fill you with my claim."

He closed his mouth over the other side of Pinks' neck, sucking another love bite into his skin. Pinks tried to breathe, but it was so hard when Galent kept slamming against his prostate, forcing him into another release, then another.

Galent pulled him away from the wall. He brought Pinks to their bed, pulled out, and flipped him onto all fours. Then he covered Pinks with his body and plowed into his ass, sinking his teeth into Pinks' shoulder to hold him in place. "I'm going to breed you now," Galent growled against his skin. "Fill you up with so much cum, I knock you up again."

Pinks came. He couldn't help it when Galent pinned him and fucked him like a beast, when the bumps of Galent's cock kept dragging against his sensitive inner walls. He thrashed and clawed at the bed, coming all over.

"Breed me," Pinks begged.

Galent swore, his cock swelling. He gave Pinks a few more ragged thrusts, then came hard, his warmth flooding Pinks inside. Galent kept himself buried deep, his knot swelling at the base of his cock, a round, demanding pressure that shoved against Pinks' prostate.

Pinks clutched at the sheets, trying to breathe. "F-fuck."

"You love my knot," Galent purred, grinding it against his prostate. Pinks' eyes rolled back. But Galent didn't stop; he kept on massaging Pinks with his knot, over and over until Pinks leaked and came, and kept on coming. "Your body keeps on squeezing around me, begging for more. I'm still coming. Still filling you up."

Galent scooped Pinks off the bed, letting Pinks sink further down onto his knot.

"Fuck," Pinks hissed, cum shooting out of him.

"That's exactly what it feels like," Galent groaned. He brought Pinks to the other bedroom and grabbed his phone. Then he went back to their mating bed and laid Pinks on his belly. Galent remained kneeling, though.

"Wh-what're you doing?" Pinks whimpered.

"Taking a picture of us knotted together. The way your ass is locked around me. Fuck, you look amazing." Galent pinned Pinks with one hand between his shoulder blades. Then he began to rock his hips, grinding his knot against Pinks' prostate so Pinks howled, clawing at the bed. "Shhh. Keep it down, Sweety-Pinks. Unless you want the whole neighborhood to know you're being filled with cum."

Pinks whimpered, dragging a pillow over his head. Except Galent reached forward, and stuffed his own cock-scented boxer-briefs into Pinks' mouth.

"To help you hold it in while I knot you," Galent murmured. "Try to keep quiet."

All Pinks could smell was the rich musk of Galent's cock. Hell, he could almost taste it. The moment Galent rolled his knot against Pinks' prostate, Pinks came with a scream, scrabbling to hold onto something. But Galent didn't stop. His thrusts grew merciless as he continued to ravage Pinks' ass.

"That's it. You're taking me so well. You're so good for me," Galent whispered in his ear.

Pinks tried his hardest to keep quiet. It shattered immediately when Galent thrust into him again, and again, milking his prostate until he became a boneless mess.

At some point, he blacked out.

He woke up to soft lips on his shoulder, human hands covering his own. There was a large man spooning him, and a knot in his ass.

"Mine," Galent murmured. "While you were sleeping, I covered you in my scent."

Pinks' heart skipped a beat. He tried to sniff himself discreetly, but it was difficult to tell what his skin smelled like with Galent so close. The thought of being owned so thoroughly though... A secret thrill ran up his spine.

To hide his reaction, Pinks listened for Zarrie and Limesicart. Zarrie was giggling, smacking something, and Limesicart was squeaking its wheels.

The memory of Zarrie's stone-cold body shriveled his warm feelings. "I forgot to ask," Pinks blurted. "Did Zarrie—When she grabbed you. Did she remove your curse?"