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Trigger Warning: Cockwarming, non con, force feeding, breeding, ruts/mating cycles, obsessive behavior, Daddy kink, crying
Thunder rumbled outside, stirring you awake. The heavy rains outside soothed you back towards sleep. You tried to roll on your belly, get more comfortable, but something was stopping you. A too-hot muscled around your waist, too-hot breath fanning the back of your neck, too-hot torso pressed against your back, and an excitable slip of flesh buried inside you.
Memories from the night before slammed into you like a truck. Getting lost. The thunderstorm. Finding the cabin. Finding Hawks. Him offering you a place to rest for the night. The loss of power. And then his hands were on you, big and needy. He’d torn your clothes apart and begged you not to be scared, to let it happen, to assure you were okay. You weren’t. A pro-hero had had his way with you and you were trapped in his cabin.
There was no way you could go back to sleep now. Looking around the room, it should have been obvious what you’d stumbled into. Hawks’ rut was public knowledge, anyone who even skimmed hero articles knew that just before summer the winged-hero would vanish into the woods only to return with twice as much charisma.
The cabin was a one-room building with a twin bed tucked under a large window, facing an out-of-date TV. A privacy screen had been shoved against one of the walls. Directly across the room was a kitchen set up, complete with a fridge, microwave, and sink.
And the entire cabin was full of discarded feathers, half-built nests, piles of trash from ready-made foods, bottles of lube, and fleshlights. The whole cabin stunk of male body odor, flavored lubes, and stale spunk. Painfully obvious signs of a young male in his peak breeding season—his rut.
You needed to get out of here. But the storm was still raging outside and there was nowhere to hide inside a one-room cabin. Maybe the bathroom, but Hawks was a pro-hero and going through his rut. He was stronger and faster than you. Maybe it would be for the best to just let him have his way until the storm vanished. Then you could see a doctor or make a complaint to the hero commission or something to get you back to normal.
As he could tell you were thinking about leaving him, Hawks buried his head into your shoulder, groaning softly. “Morning,” he murmured as if this were normal as if the two of you had planned to be here, caught in the storm during his rut.
Anger flashed through your system and you bit it down. Hawks wasn’t in the right state of mind—that much was clear. His hormones and instincts were going wild and there was nothing you could do about it until the storm passed.
“Gonna take it out,” he muttered. With that as his only warning, Hawks seized your thigh, lifting your leg high before sliding himself out with a wet pop. As you were no longer aroused, the edges of his cock stung you as he freed himself, then you felt your own slick and his long-forgotten seed dribble out from your hole, spreading across your leg and staining the already abused sheets.
Hawks didn’t seem to care about that though. He stood up, stretched himself and his wings, scratched his ass, and wandered toward the kitchen. It seemed that at the moment, his rut had calmed down. How long that would last, you had no idea. But this was as good a time as any to get cleaned up, take a shower and try to rinse out as much of his cum from your insides as you could.
Your insides felt like cold soup smeared on tile, a sore and itchy spot deep inside of you voicing its discomfort each time you moved. Hawks had not been gentle with you last night. The sooner you got out of here, the better.
Ignoring the pain, you crawled to the edge of the bed and put a foot on the dry floorboards.
Hawks whipped back to look at you, his face unreadable. “Don’t get up,” he said, “I’m gonna get you some food.”
“That’s perfect,” you said, something making your stomach turn, “it’ll be ready when I finish my shower.”
Hawks turned his whole body to face you. “I don’t think you understood me, doll.” He crossed the room in seconds, his calloused hands gentle but firm as he dragged you back into the bed. “You’re not getting out of bed until you’ve had your fill. You need to save your energy.”
You looked up at him, meeting his eyes in hopes of seeing... you weren’t sure, actually, but those red eyes of his were nearly black with how wide his pupils were. You stayed in bed.
When he seemed sure you weren’t going to try anything, Hawks fluffed the pillows around the bed and cannibalized a nest he hadn’t finished. There were so many pillows and blankets that he’d essentially trapped you in with one way in and one way out that would disturb his work. Then, he wandered back to the kitchen and removed a series of containers from the freezer. More than enough for two people. Your stomach twisted again. Just how much of this stuff did he survive on when he came out here?
Rutting required a lot calories to keep up with the sexual drive and production of bodily fluids. Hawks must have had an apocalypse’s worth of ready-made food stored here just to survive his rut without going outside. And that would the only thing you’d be eating until you managed to escape. A shiver went through your spine at the thought.
Except the power was out. Nervously you said, "What are you making?"
"Gotta see what's still good first," Hawks muttered. He had emptied the freezer by now. The fridge would keep most of everything good for the next couple of days with no power but with the freezer unusable and no power... You shivered. And kept shivering.
Wait, it was freezing cold in here. You hadn’t noticed before because of how much heat Hawks was producing, but now that he was across the room making you food, the cold seeped into your skin. And Hawks had destroyed your clothes last night—though they wouldn’t have been wearable anyway considering they’d been soaked through during the storm. Maybe there was a blanket or something in the closet next to the bathroom, but getting up would mean risking Hawks’ wrath again.
You decided it was for the best to stay still, let him feed you breakfast then try to clean up and get a blanket.
Hawks brought about four containers of ready-made frozen food, including some ice cream, and stopped right at the side of the bed. His thick eyebrows rose. “Why are you shivering, angel?”
“Just a little cold,” you said, trying to relax, to stop the shivering. “My clothes are kinda trashed and I think your heater went out with the power.”
“Don’t have a heater,” Hawks replied. He crawled into the nest, carefully taking the containers with him, and settled against a large pile of pillows. “I’ll keep you warm.” He patted his thigh. Considering the bed was a twin, there wasn’t much space for the two of you to be apart even like this. His leg was pressed against yours—warm and invasive. You wanted to insist on keeping your little corner to yourself, but you knew that he could just drag you where he wanted, so you obliged, carefully crawling between his legs and putting your back against his chest.
“Good girl,” Hawks purred. He patted your head and reached around you for the first container. It was dehydrated fried rice he’d poured boiling water into. You thought he was going to hand it to you with the fork, but instead, he lifted it out of your reach. You could hear him blow on the food before presenting it to you. He was feeding you. And you had to let him.
You opened your mouth and Hawks purred as he fed you. It was overwatered and slightly soggy. You let him do this until the cup was empty and he reached for another container. “That’s okay,” you said, “I’m full.”
“That’s not enough, sweetheart,” he said. “One of these things will barely feed a kid, let alone an adult. Just eat one more.”
So you did. Still soggy, still gross. And then, he reached for a third container—some ready-made udon noodles. “Just one more,” Hawks insisted.
Your tummy was already full and the thick udon noodles would certainly stretch your stomach. You couldn't see your stomach with the full fork in front of you, but you were sure it was bloated, just starting to become distended. “I’m fine,” you said. “Really.”
Hawks put the full fork to your mouth. “Eat.”
"Please." You begged.
"Be a good girl before I lose my patience." He pushed the fork against your lips. When you still didn't open up, Hawks opened his mouth, mimicking the motion he wanted you to make. "Eat. Last one."
You took one bite. "I'm full."
He gathered udon noodles up like spaghetti. "Open."
"Hawks."
"Keigo," he corrected. "When we're together like this, I'm Keigo."
"I can't eat anymore."
He hummed behind you, eating the forkful himself. He chewed quietly for a moment before leaning over you. His big hands brought your face to his. You let him kiss you, then you felt his mouth pry yours open and drop the noodles he'd just put in his mouth into yours.
Your full stomach turned as your mouth was filled with lukewarm, half-chewed food. You grabbed Hawks' hand, trying to pry it off your face, but he held fast before sliding it over your mouth. Slowly, he pulled back, eyes half-lidded. Waiting, you realized, for you to swallow.
You shook your head, pleading with your eyes. He stared. Then, when you didn't cave, he pinched your nose. You knew how this game would end and you knew you'd lost, so you swallow—spit and all.
"Open," Hawks—Keigo—demanded.
Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes and you obeyed.
"Good girl." He went for more Udon.
You knew Hawks would keep going, keep trying different dirty tricks to force you to eat, and you knew you'd lose each time. But your stomach hurt and you wanted to go home. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you took another bite into your mouth.
When you'd finished, Hawks rewarded you with a kiss on the cheek, his large hand rubbing your stomach. "I can't wait to fill you up."
Hawks had already filled you with food. What else could he fill you with? You felt sick.
"Desert time," he announced.
"Hawks please," you sobbed.
"Keigo," he purred, producing a pint of half-melted ice cream. He popped off the lid and drank deeply. "We're sharing this one. Plus we kinda have to eat it since the power's out."
He held it out to you to drink from. You took a small sip, but Keigo didn't take it away. He watched you carefully. You took another few sips and he seemed satisfied. Keigo finished the rest.
He tossed the trash on the floor, then turned you around to lay you on your back. He settled between your legs, predatory gaze grazing your figure. His large hands cupped your breasts, squeezing your sides and stopping over your swollen belly. "Can't wait to fill you," he groaned. "You're going to look so good with my baby inside you."
"W-what?!" You tried to sit up, but Keigo put a hand on your chest.
"I'm gonna fill you with seed, angel," he said slowly, clearly. "I'm going to knock you up and fuck you every moment my seed isn't swimming inside you. But don't worry, I'll take care of you, keep you safe and warm and full." Those calloused fingers found their way between your legs, gently rubbing your still sensitive clit. "Let Daddy worship you."
"I want to go home," you whined.
He shushed you, keeping his ministrations up. Keigo leaned down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked roughly, his sharp teeth pinching the sensitive nubs. A strangled whine of pleasure and pain ripped through you, hips bucking into his hand. It was like the night before all over again, but then Hawks had barely managed to keep his composure when he’d stalked you around the cabin like some kind of predator. Each swirl of his fingers on your clit had your sore insides clenching, slick quickly gathering. Hawks groaned. You could feel him getting hard next to your thigh.
He didn't seem to be able to hold on for more foreplay because Keigo suddenly reached over you, snatching a bottle of lube and roughly shoving it in your opening, squeezing it to fill your cunt.
You gasped feeling the cold lubricant fill your insides, spreading to the deepest parts of you and overflowing. Your toes curled. It felt good and strange and slimy. If you flexed your core, it would all shoot out. Last night he’d been far rougher with you, practically shoving his cock in dry. A part of you thought you should be grateful he bothered to squeeze any lube inside you at all, but this whole situation shouldn’t have been happening in the first place.
He’d practically fingered you while he’d humped your leg, then when he hadn’t been able to take it anymore, Keigo had shoved his dick inside you.
He was still impatient as it turned out because Keigo wasn't even fully hard but he shoved himself inside you anyway, humping into your tight hole until his heavy balls were against your ass and his pelvis was crushing your clit. You could feel him lengthen and thicken inside you, reaching his full erectness, pushing out excess lube as your insides took his shape. Whatever space inside you itched or was sore, wasn’t anymore with his cock completely filling you. "Daddy's gonna take real good care of you." His wings flapped behind him almost as if they were agreeing. There was drool smeared on the side of his mouth.
Towering over you with those enormous, outstretched wings, Hawks filled your vision. He was all you could look at. He seemed so focused on you. And it was hard to focus on anything but him. The man who was currently using you to relieve his heat as if you were a toy.
Keigo put his hands on your distended belly again, rocking his hips into you with a soft grunt. It felt good when he rubbed it, relieving some of the pressure and helping your stomach pass the excess food, but then he’d press down and you’d be so full and it would hurt. You tried to get him to stop, claw at his big hands, but Hawks was lost in whatever fantasy was happening in his head because of his heat. Keigo did not let go of your stomach. And his pace hadn’t let up either. He moved so easily inside you, gliding effortlessly into your most sensitive areas, your lewd joining noisy and wet. Pleasure pulsed through you, sharp and electric despite the discomfort you felt having an overly full stomach.
Each messy slap of his hips meeting yours sent convulsions down your spine. Your fingers tangled in the sheets as you desperately tried to find purchase, anything not to encourage him. But it was hard. Losing yourself in pleasure would be so easy. And he felt stupidly good and you wanted to buck your hips and feel his tip grind on your cervix but you needed self-control before you ended up a plump, bred, house pet.
As if he could hear your thoughts, Keigo finally let go of your stomach to grab your hips and began to move faster, the tips of his fingers digging painfully into your skin.
You whimpered at the sensation. This was nothing like last night when he'd pounded you into the mattress, animalistic and unable to do or say anything but "please" and "hold still." Keigo seemed to have better control over himself but was still obeying his instincts over logic, but who knew how long that would last. Eventually, Keigo would slip back into obeying his instincts—only. His rut was far from over.
"I never want to leave your pussy, babe." Keigo moaned, his wings stretching behind him. "I wanna fuck you forever. Wanna—" He shivered suddenly, his cock twitching inside you. "FUCK, can't believe I'm gonna blow already. You're too good, babe, so fucking soft and wet and breedable."
"Don't," you whined. "I'll finish you with my mouth or—"
Keigo crushed his mouth to yours, sloppy moans escaping his mouth. His tongue filled your mouth, the edges if his stubble prickling your chin. Inside you, his cock twitched, swelling suddenly as his thrusts grew erratic and wild.
You tried to call for him but it was impossible with his tongue down your throat and his needy thrusts.
Keigo suddenly pulled back, gasping for breath. He yanked your hands free from the covers and placed them on his shoulders, never letting up his pace. "Scratch me," his voice was low and rough. "Use me, cut me, need me." He was practically begging, eyes pleading before he recaptured your mouth.
His erratic rhythm slammed harder and deeper, the head of his cock brushing your cervix hard enough for your insides to flex. You hadn't meant to obey him, but your nails sunk into his skin as you felt your own end coming, insides fluttering and milking Keigo's cock.
He moaned, sucking in a rough breath. "So tight. Ah, you feel so good, angel. FUCK. I'm gonna cum. Gonna—" Keigo bit his lip, his hips stuttering and slamming to the hilt against you. Searing hot seed spilled inside of you, filling your insides.
A sharp whine left your lips as you tried to catch your breath, to resist the urge to cum. But the sensation, the heat, was just enough for your insides to twitch one final time. Something snapped and that overwhelming heat inside you rushed through your body, toes curling and core flexing as you came, your insides milking Keigo for the last of his cum—which he gave with no fuss.
"Fuck, you're so good for me, baby," Keigo moaned. He kissed your throat, your collarbone, your jaw. He didn't pull out, staying rooted to the hilt inside you. "I love you. I love you so much." His cock stirred inside you, growing stiff again before it even went fully flaccid.
Dread began to bubble up under the heat of your orgasm. "No, Keigo, please, I'm still sensitive. I can't—"
Keigo kissed you again, rocking his hips gently in your too-sensitive cunt. "Fuck," he groaned, low in his throat. Keigo grabbed your hips and suddenly pulled back, flipping you onto your stomach without ever removing himself.
Your full stomach stretched, and for a moment you felt nauseous, moaning his name. Keigo’s large hands engulfed yours, pinning them above your head. His fever-hot chest pressed against your back, warm wings draping over both your forms. Keigo's mouth nibbled at your ear as his hips began to rock again.
Your insides were still so sensitive, pleasure swelling in your belly much faster than you would have liked. It didn't help that Keigo's balls were tapping your clit, gentle but still enough to make your insides quiver.
“So tight for me,” Keigo moaned in your ear. “Gonna fill you up again, okay? Just a little more breeding and we can take a break. Promise. Promise, just for you.” He buried his nose in your throat, his teeth scraping your skin. You winced, feeling this set of bite marks bruise across another set from the night before.
Outside the storm raged on. With a sinking feeling, you knew the elements weren't letting you out any time soon. You were trapped with Hawks, trapped as his personal cum dump to be used as a breeding toy until Keigo or the storm let up. Only time would tell which gave out first.
"Cumming," Keigo gasped. His hips stuttered, slamming harder and harder until his seed exploded inside you, flowing to the deepest part of your insides. Your full tummy felt impossibly bloated and with the addition of his seed, your vision blurred. You came just after, milking Keigo's cock.
He didn't move.
"Keigo," you whined, "you p-promised."
He groaned. "I know. I know I did. You just feel so good, angel." He still didn't move. You opened your mouth to protest but Keigo finally pulled out. "Let's get cleaned up. We've got a long week ahead of us."
You were shaking but you said, "D-don't wanna be too stinky." You weren’t sure what prompted you to say that, whether you were trying to joke around with your captor or if you simply wanted a shower that badly. Either way, you didn’t like Keigo’s response.
"I like your stink." Keigo licked his lips. "Your natural smell is… arousing."
"Sh-shower time!" You tried to make for the bathroom but pain shot through your pelvis. If you were sore before, you couldn’t walk now. You collapsed on the edge of the nest of pillows. FUCK. He'd fucked you too hard which means you were–
"Need help?" Keigo lifted you against his chest, pulling you into his too-warm arms to take you to the bathroom.
He plopped you down on the counter and grabbed a washcloth. Since the power was still out, it was dark in the bathroom and the water wouldn't heat. Carefully, Keigo began to wipe your face, your throat, your ch– He stopped.
"What's wrong?" It was a stupid question. If you looked down you'd know the problem.
"Kinda wanna fuck again."
"Keigo, please, I need a break. I–"
"I know, angel, but daddy's rut is real bad this year." His hands found their face to your waist, easing your legs open. "And there's no toy on the planet that can compete with your pussy."
You tried to push him off, but all Keigo had to do was lean his weight into you. He was already between your legs, his half-chubbed cock rubbing your thigh. "Just one more breeding session, baby," Hawks purred, "then we'll take a break for real."