Cronkri
“Is this alright, chief?”
Cronus’s lips were soft against the rough, sensitive skin of Kankri’s grubscars. It sent tingles of unfamiliar pleasure to Kankri’s already sopping nook, and although this was still a fairly new feeling for him, it wasn’t a bad one.
Kankri’s voice was wobbly and wavering for once in his life, “Y-Yes, that’s….that’s f-fine.”
Cronus’s smile rivaled the most handsome of trolls. In fact, Kankri did consider Cronus to be one of the handsomest trolls he had ever lain eyes on—and his dark, hungry gaze was focused solely on him.
The thought sent shivers down his spine.
Cronus had already removed Kankri’s plush sweater, and was making work of unbuttoning his long pants, following the newly freed skin with an assault of kisses. A warm blossom settled in the Cancer’s gut as he watched his matesprit with parted lips and heavy lidded eyes.
Cronus finally freed him from the confines of his pants and boxers—both thoroughly soaked with tacky red fluid. Kankri’s petite bulge had already freed itself and was curling against his thigh, streaking the grey skin red in search of release.
“Cro…nus, please….” Kankri mewled, trying his hardest to keep his hips from thrusting upward into Cronus’s face. “Oh god…”
Cronus laughed—his voice rich and amused. He placed soft kisses on the flesh of Kankri’s spread thighs—sucking and nibbling until Kankri was left a mess of quivers and breathless begs.
“Tell me, doll,” whispered Cronus, glancing upward at his mess of a horny matesprit. “Vwhat do you vwant? Can’t do unless you say.”
“Fuhh—ahh, I want—I want y-you—“ Kankri managed, “Puh—please, Cronus.”
“Hm? Vwhat do you vwant me to do?” he asked again, running a finger up and down the wet folds of Kankri’s nook, sending shocks of pleasure through his middle. “I’m only bein’ so adamant about askin’ cause I almost got a concussion last time, you dig?”
“Mmmmhm.” Kankri stilled his breathing. It wasn’t fair of him to expect Cronus to know what exactly he wanted—after he had been so vocal about asking for permission before doing. “Cronus, please—please fuhh….fuck me? D-Does that suffice?”
Cronus grinned like a purrbeast with fresh cream. “Yeah, it does.”
Cronus brought his lips down onto Kankri’s pulsating nook, sucking on the base of his bulge with skillful lips. Kankri cried out—fisting the sheets on Cronus’s strange human bed.
“No—No!! Cronus, puh—please, fuhhhh—“ Kankri couldn’t stop from begging and pleading. Cronus made a sinful pop noise as he dislodged his lips long enough to swallow his bulge whole. Tears formed in Kankri’s eyes as Cronus worked a finger inside the soft folds, cooking it upward until he found the spot that made him shake.
A slight burn accompanied the next two fingers and Kankri couldn’t stop the steady flow of tears that drifted out of the corners of his clenched eyes. Cronus pulled completely out a few seconds later, and Kankri heard the telltell sound of Cronus’s jeans being unzipped and shucked off.
Cronus scooped his beloved troll up into his arms, pushing his back against the headboard as he kissed every inch of Kankri’s face. Kankri whimpered as the tip of Cronus’s bulge pushed inside of his wet heat—and screamed as the girth of it settled fully inside. It was shamefully a familiar burn at this point, and Kankri would never admit how much he loved it.
“How do you wvant it?” said Cronus, panting and out of breath—placing soft kisses on the Cancer’s neck.
“Hard, fahh--fast.” Said Kankri, wrapping his legs around Cronus’s middle. He placed a soft kiss on the bridge of Cronus’s nose, his smile soft.
The bulge inside of him thrusted hard and fast—just how Kankri had requested. Kankri was seriously glad that no one else inhabited this dreambubble, for the pure fact that his scream echoed off of the walls of his matesprit’s hive. He would die of humiliation if someone else were to witness him in this state!!
Kankri trilled and purred and moaned, his claws digging into Cronus’s back. With each thrust against his shameglobes, he sobbed with pleasure in the crook of his matesprit’s neck, almost embarrassed to be so emotional. “C-Cronus!”
“That’s it, swveetheart. Your vwoice is so fuckin’ pretty.” Cronus cooed, his grunts and groans filling Kankri’s ears as he pounded just a little rougher inside. “Scream just for me—fuck.”
Scream he did, shaking as shocks of pleasure racked through his tiny body. It felt so good—
“Cro—nus, I’m close—!“
“Shit—me too--!”
It took a few more thrusts against Kankri’s sweetspot for him to fall over the edge—digging his claws into Cronus’s arms as he shook with relief—candy red fluid streaking both of their thighs. It was a few more seconds before Cronus came—burying his face into Kankri’s collar in a wordless cry. Kankri felt the violet liquid slosh in his insides and he pulled a face.
They stayed like that for an entire minute—before Cronus pulled out and a gush of his genetic material followed, spilling onto the sheets. Kankri whimpered, wiping the sweat from his brow.
“A shower is in order, correct?” asked Kankri, nuzzling into Cronus’s collar despite how disgusting he felt.
Cronus laughed. “Sure, chief. Wvhatevwer you vwant.”