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Monster
🕑 Added 2025-06-15 14:54:20 +0000 UTCMoceit (Patton x Janus)
Hypnovember 2020 Day Eighteen: Monster
Warnings: consensual hypnosis, bear-hybrid patton, incubi janus, sex, biting, hickeys
Important Reminder: hypnosis in hypnovember is completely consensual from both parties. the hypnosis itself would not work if the person being hypnotized didnt want it to/was uncomfortable/etc. this is noted on my tumblr but considering hypnovember is new to patreon its important to re-state <3
Patton stops what he's doing to stare towards the entrance of his cave, where he knows a new creature is standing. Though Patton can't see it from how far away he is - even with his glasses on - he can smell it. Being a bear hybrid provides him with an enhanced sense of smell, and quite a large memory bank filled with different scents and the animals or objects they're attached to. It smells too spicy to be a deer, too earthy to be a fish... Hm. His face raises slightly, and he sniffs harder in hopes it'll give him a better whiff, but it's just the same complex, unrecognizable smell that started just minutes ago, and hadn't decreased in intensity.
And so Patton sets down the animal fur he was holding. He was in the middle of sewing it into yet another nice blanket for him to hibernate in due to the intruding winter, but with something lurking at the opening of his den, Patton knew he had to be on guard.
It was likely prey of some kind - perhaps a small cub that had wandered too far from its parent - or maybe another hybrid, which would explain the unfamiliar smell. But Patton had to keep in mind it could very well be a predator preparing to fight him for the rights to his home, which meant Patton had to mentally prepare himself for the possibility of confrontation. He doesn't want a fight, but he will if it comes down to it. There's very little he values over his life, and one of those things just happened to be his den, which he ironically needed to live anyway.
His back cracks as he forces himself to stand at full height, before he slowly stalks towards the entrance of his den. And very quickly a being merely half his size comes into view.
It looks like a hybrid, with digitigrade legs and what look to be scales along half its body, but as Patton nears the creature suddenly a surplus amount of snakes wrap around its head, hissing when Patton gets too close.
"Boys," the creature speaks, seemingly addressing the snakes on his head. His voice comes through muffled, as the snakes seem to protectively curl around his face when threats come too close. Despite this, Patton can make his words out clearly. "Calm down. He's more scared of us than we are of him."
"Who are you?" Patton questions, as the snakes slowly part away from the thing's face, revealing human features with reptile accents. Scales cover half his countenance, with two wildly bright eyes, and sharp fangs in his mouth. Patton slumps over slightly with noticeable fear. He has the size over this creature - being twice its height and probably four times heavier - but snakes have venom, and he knows a predator like that wouldn't pick a fight against something it knew it couldn't win against. Patton swallows the spit in his mouth. "What are you?" he adjusts his question to ask. "Some kind of... snake hybrid?"
"No," the snake-thing answers simply. "I'm just... someone looking for sanctuary. It's awfully chilly out there, and I'm not in the warmest of clothes. Won't a kind stranger such as yourself provide comfort, and perhaps a nice meal to a lowly beggar like myself?"
Patton hesitates. His sympathy for this poor thing being left out in the cold is quite intense, as someone who was made to withstand cold weather and still feels quite chilly every now and again. But still, he mumbles "well..." as he debates whether or not leading someone he doesn't know inside his den is a good idea.
He knows it's foolish to welcome strangers into homes. Soon enough they'll be taking over and kicking you out! That's the way things work out in the woods. There have been plenty of bunnies driven out of safe holes by foxes, and Patton fears the home he's worked so hard to cultivate will be stripped from him at the first bite from this creature's mouth!
But... Patton just can't turn him away! The clothes he's in are far too thin for the breezy fall nights, and the incoming winter.
"I promise I won't make a mess of things," the thing insists, as though it senses Patton's defensive walls crumbling. "I'm honestly just famished, and too tired to continue my journey through these woods. Can't you spare a warm nest and a quick meal for someone as helpless as me?"
Patton's weight shifts back and forth on his feet, before he sighs in relinquishment. "One condition," he says, as his heartstrings are tugged on by the way this poor snake-like being dramatically shivers. "You tell me your name. If I'm providing you with shelter, then I must know who I'm welcoming my home to. Besides, it's only polite."
The creature seems amused by Patton's request. "Of course, of course," it says, before smiling wide. "I'm Janus. And you?"
Patton musters a small smile, a bit more eased by Janus's presence now that there's a name to go with his face.
"Patton," he answers, and then without thinking Patton crouches down slightly to sniff at Janus's body, which he does whilst crawling around Janus on all fours in order to memorize the way this new person smells. He circles around Janus twice, with his nose starting near Janus's odd, goat-like cloven hooves and then traveling up over his legs, torso, and face, before he repeats the process.
And Janus stands perfectly still as he does so, understanding it's only natural for a hybrid like Patton to get to know Janus by first learning his scent, though he does warn Patton "be careful around my snakes. They don't like to listen to me, and they enjoy gifting out love-bites to any wandering limbs," when Patton's curious sniffing gets a bit too close to Janus's head.
Patton stops his nose just short of Janus's... hair (though having snakes coming from his scalp hardly counts as hair) right as a few snakes curiously stretch their bodies towards him. A couple tiny tongues flicker towards his nose, and so Patton whips away, covering his face in the process. Though none of them try to bite him.
"Noted," Patton squeaks into his palms, before shaking off his nerves and turning to head deep into his den. He glances behind him only once to make sure Janus is following him, before explaining "I don't have a spare room or anything; it's just me in here, but my nest should be big enough for the both of us if you don't mind sharing." He glances at Janus, who he notices doesn't bother looking around at the decorative bones Patton's used to construct his cozy interior, nor the collection of furs proudly displayed across Patton's home. Janus only briefly glances down a tunnel that stores meat for Patton to either feast on raw or cook up, but then he looks back at Patton, as if Patton is the most delicious thing in this room. But Patton misses the hunger in Janus's eyes, and instead focuses on the snakes on his head. "There'll be plenty of space between us though, so..." Patton adds, as though it's a bonus, when in reality it's more so an assurance he won't be bitten in his sleep. "So, uh, you won't feel crushed or anything."
As they reach Patton's nest, Janus smiles softly while Patton nudges it with his foot. "It looks comfy," Janus politely comments, but rests a subtle hand on his stomach, reminding Patton of Janus's aforementioned hunger.
"Yeah." Patton rubs his hands together, his claws itching at his hairy arms. "Anyway, you said you were hungry, right? Best not to let a little thing like you miss a meal. You look like you might just wither away!"
"My kind can go days without eating," Janus counters. "Weeks, if we must. Though we try to stay full. I just apparently haven't been trying that hard"
Patton licks his lips. "Your kind...?"
Janus did say he wasn't a hybrid, and as Patton really inspects him he resembles one less and less. Even hybrids with parents of two different species tend to only present as one or the other, not both. And Janus's bent legs contrast with his snake aspects. Furthermore, snake hybrids don't typically have snakes growing from their head! So he wasn't a hybrid, he wasn't a consciousness animal, and he sure as hell wasn't human.
Janus chuckles at his obliviousness. "Yes. My species." Janus lets his words hang in the air for a moment, before elaborating "that of an incubi. Surely you've heard of them, yes? And how we have no interest in your middling meat or subpar vegetables. We're much more interested in... people like you."
Cautious, Patton steps backwards, but in doing so trips over the edge of his nest and falls onto a pile of thick furs and blankets. "Listen, Janus," he rushes to stumble out, "I do believe in animals getting the nutrients they need, even if it comes at the cost of other animals that need to... perish in order to permit another animal's survival, but- but we're not animals! And I'm sure my meat won't even taste that good!" Heart beating fast, Patton genuinely considers swiping at Janus as Janus joins him in the nest, but something about the genuine amusement in Janus's smile has him keeping his paws in a defensive position instead of an offensive one.
"Oh," Janus laughs, his entertainment coming out in the form of high-pitched dulcet tones that echo his musings throughout the stone interior of Patton's den. "Oh you poor little thing! Or... you poor big thing, I suppose. I'm not going to eat you." Janus makes a dramatic face of disgust, and sticks his tongue out, allowing Patton to see it's forked. "You'd just taste like any other animal to me, which would be bland and unsatisfying. It wouldn't fill me up in the slightest!"
Patton's fear eases slightly, though his confusion is still apparent. "Then... what do you eat?"
"Energy," Janus answers simply, crouching down at Patton's side. His hand gently cups Patton's face which he briefly strokes with his thumb, before his touch slides down Patton's front. "Pure, unfiltered, sexual energy. Transmitted by skin-to-skin contact. And you look like you're just full of stamina."
Struggling to make sense of it all, Patton meekly asks "so... will eating my energy hurt me... or something?"
"What? No! It'd be quite embarrassing to hurt my meals instead of pleasing them. You're not going to want to go more than a round if I do a bad job!" Janus shakes his head, as if he can't believe the question that's just been asked. "My goal is to feed, but in doing so you'll feel so incredibly good. And I suppose to reward you for your hospitality, I shall bestow upon you pleasure like you've never experienced before." Janus scratches under Patton's hairy chin, making Patton flush as he hears the soft scritching of Janus's nails as they adorn him with light affection.
Additionally, there's just something about the tone of Janus's voice that further puts him at ease. Despite the fact he hasn't had a visitor in his den in ages, nor another man in his nest... well, ever, he finds he doesn't find one to be an intrusion of any kind. In fact, Janus's fearless demeanor and affectionate behavior does plenty to urge Patton into letting all his fear and anxiety melt right out of his head.
Janus's fingers run down Patton's chest, and over his large stomach, before reaching the front of Patton's groin, where Patton's bulge is rubbed through his trousers.
"That is, of course, only if the big, strong, bear hybrid is willing to feed a poor, helpless demon like me." Janus's snakes slump to further amplify his pathetic demeanor, though the intensity in his eyes and the pressure he applies to Patton's bulge are anything but.
And Patton finds he just can't say no to him! Not when Janus is clearly in need! Even if the concept of having a demon in his den is terrifying on a surface level, if Patton searches deep in his heart he's reminded that they all need to eat, and if Patton wouldn't deprive a weak rabbit of some lettuce then why would he force an incubi to starve when he seemingly had plenty of energy to spare?
And so, Patton nods his head, causing his curly hair to bounce as his face moves slowly up and down. "Okay," he says. "Just don't take too much, okay? I need my energy to hunt."
Janus stifles a laugh. "You have more than enough meat stored up in that little 'food room' of yours. And if you're really exhausted by the end of it, then I'll generously add to your stockpile, so you won't have to worry about missing any food. Believe it or not, I'm quite a skillful predator in my own right."
Honestly, Patton doesn't mind the sound of that. He's never liked hunting - he feels far too much empathy for animals to take more than he'll use - but having someone to offer to hunt for him is amazing. And, with winter coming, it takes a bit of the pressure off of him to gather enough to keep himself satiated!
Janus shuffles closer to Patton's head, where his hands stroke Patton's rounded hair and his thick curls. "You know, I've never heard of a blonde bear before," he comments, as his sharp nails scratch at Patton's scalp gently enough to act like a pleasant massage. His many snakes lean down to Patton's body, and though he winces at first, he doesn't feel them biting him. Instead, he feels little licks or bonks as they nudge him, merely just smelling him to smell him and nuzzling against him because he's close and warm. "I think that makes you interesting, though. You're one of a kind! You're the only bear hybrid I've come across, too. Plenty of fox hybrids, and plenty of bird hybrids too. But bear hybrids?" Janus's scratches slowly go down the sides of Patton's face, where his nails itch Patton's beard. "If I would have known you were here, I would have come knocking much sooner. You'll feed me much more than slim, meek prey will."
As Janus's claws move to Patton's neck, Patton feels a wave of dizziness crash over him. It's hot and disorienting, and he slumps fully against the fur behind him. He lets out a confused moan as his body feels heavy. Janus smiles at him.
"Does it feel nice?" he inquires, as he moves his hands down to Patton's chest. "Can you feel all your thoughts, all your blood, all your energy traveling down, down, down to your cock?"
Patton's cock twitches in his pants, and it suddenly feels uncomfortable being restrained by fabric.
"I'm sure any succubus would lose their mind over you... which is why I'm glad I found you first. Most demons would notice your large stature and large bulge and think you'd be great to ride. But they miss littler things, like how a big guy like you so clearly desires submitting. Isn't that right, Patton? Don't you want to submit to me?"
Patton's head swells with thoughts of submission that weren't there before. To obey Janus's words, and let himself be used in any way Janus desires using him. "I do..." Patton breathes, a low, passive growl rumbling from his chest as Janus's hands finally move to the tent in Patton's pants, which he gropes and rubs, further stimulating it.
Janus grins knowingly. "I knew you would."
With skillful fingers, Janus has Patton's pants off in a matter of seconds, as though he's had plenty of practice. Patton's cock springs out the moment it's free, and it really is an impressive sight to behold. Thick, curly pubic hair framing a large shaft with a thick knot at the base. He'd be quite the mate to breed with, and yet Janus had little interest in doing much more than touching the thing (and even that hardly entertained him, aside from flicking it, as the small whimper a big beast like Patton lets out is utterly enthralling). He's much more interested in what's beneath Patton's balls, and underneath his thighs.
Because he feels it’s fitting, Patton also strips his shirt off, exposing his hairy front in full.
Janus smiles wide and eagerly. "Roll over for me, my sweet. Let me see my meal in full."
Patton doesn't at first, as a rumbling noise comes from him, making Janus smile as he rubs Patton's stomach.
"Oh, come on, dear," Janus scolds him lightly, "don't you want to be a good listener? Because good listeners are rewarded with great pleasure. And if you already feel good and mindless now, then just imagine how much better I can treat you. I am a demon, after all; I can do things your animalistic brain couldn't possibly understand."
Janus's claws drag down Patton's bare thighs, leaving red lines in their wake. Not deep enough to break Patton's thick skin, but firm enough for Janus to teasingly trace his name into Patton's flesh to subtly mark his property.
"Roll over, Patton," Janus again urges, as his hands scratch, scratch, scratch at Patton's legs, subduing irritating itches that Patton hadn't even realized were there. Pleasant heat erupts in the places Janus touches, and all the pleasure he feels goes straight to his cock. "I know I've already worked a lot of thoughts out of that brain of yours, but surely you can still follow simple instructions.”
It takes another moment - a moment just long enough that Janus starts to question his hold over Patton's mind - only for Patton to finally grunt as he rolls over onto his stomach.
The movement is heavy, as Patton is heavy, but as soon as he's on his stomach he's pressing his body deep into the furs beneath him, revealing his ass and small, rounded tail to Janus.
Patton's hips don't raise with instinctual submission, nor do his large thighs spread any further than just enough to allow Janus to sit between them, but these things are to be expected from any non-omega. And Patton certainly was no omega. But that didn't mean Janus wouldn't treat him like one.
"There we go," Janus coos, as he begins to tug down his own pants. Coating the inside of his underwear is a slick, lubricant-like substance that's dripping down his cocks like pre, except in excess. His body produces a natural lubricant to make sex easier. Getting somebody to agree to be fed on was already a hassle; having to prep them before sex would be miserable! Janus dips his fingers into his boxers, pumping his two shafts with one steady hand, until his palm is glistening with lube.
He uses his clean hand to pull one of Patton's asscheeks away from his hole, and then slides his hand against it, smearing slick along his entrance.
"Wow," Janus then comments, putting on an innocent display, "you're so worked up for me already! Can't you feel how wet you are?" Janus rubs more of his pre against Patton's hole, with one of his fingers slipping in only briefly, before Janus quickly pulls it out, not wanting to stretch Patton open just yet.
To Patton's calmed, clouded mind, he does feel mighty wet. Wetter than usual, at least. Alpha's don't produce slick; that's their mate's job. And yet here he was, feeling as though plenty of it was coming out of his hole and dripping down his crack. At some point, Janus even holds his hand to the side and whistles to get Patton's attention, where he then makes a show of spreading his fingers apart and watching Patton flush at the lines of slick that drip between the digits.
"Oh wow," Patton pants, "that all came from me?"
His glasses are halfway down his face, and his eyes are glazed over. Janus doesn't even know if Patton cares about the answer, as in his mind he's already determined that was his slick.
"Of course it did," Janus smoothly answers. "A sweet bear like you knows how to easily please his alpha, and what makes sex easier than lube?"
While not an expert on the breeding speak - Janus doesn't feed off many hybrids, though he's found them to be both reliable and satisfactory partners - he knows the basics, and though Patton moans softly at Janus's words, Janus feels the need to really hammer their dynamic into Patton's head. After all, Patton's brain seems like it's in the perfect state for a few alterations to be temporarily made to his line of thinking.
"You agree with me, don't you, sweetheart?" Janus sweetly asks. "You also believe that omegas are so good at making things easy for their alpha. So good in fact, they do it without thinking! That's practically a fact, isn't it?"
Patton licks his lips, and as he can no longer keep his head up and angled over his shoulder without there being a distracting pain in his neck, his forehead quickly finds its way onto a particularly soft piece of fur. "I... uh..."
Janus slides a finger into him, raising an eyebrow at the whine Patton lets out.
"Yes," Patton finally answers. "They... Their bodies... They do it..."
"Yes, yes. And your body is doing it. For me. Can you guess what that makes me, Patton? You already know the answer, but I want you to say it." A second finger slides into Patton with ease. Janus's slick causes Patton's skin to tingle, as though the lubricant-like substance has aphrodisiac-like properties. It makes him feel sensitive and hot, and as Janus scratches over his rear and down the back of his thigh, Patton finds his mind melting further and further.
"It's... it makes you... You're..."
Patton struggles to get any words out past his grunts and groans of enjoyment, with him getting carried away in the odd feeling of Janus's fingers inside of him.
The thrusting fingers weren't particularly big or intense, and caused little stretch to someone Patton's size, but it didn't have to. The slick being pushed inside of him made it feel significantly more so, and as more is rubbed over his hole and pushed into it by Janus's thrusting fingers, then the hotter and more needy Patton feels. He clenches around Janus's fingers, and as Janus pulls his hand away he unintentionally drags out a good bit of slick as well, making Patton shiver as it feels like he himself is actually producing it in the oddest yet most arousing of ways.
"That may be all you require," Janus teases, "considering you're already so desperate." Scratch, scratch, scratch over Patton's rear, down his thighs, and over his calves. "Isn't that right, my sweet meal?"
Patton feels his hips raise as Janus guides them up ever so slightly, and he holds them there. A fresh wave of desperation rushes over him, making him whine and nod his head.
Janus seems pleased now that the prep is over, and more than eager to pull his own garments down to his knees, fully freeing his two cocks from the confines of his trousers where they'd been hopelessly starved. His shafts are slick, and Janus only grabs them in order to keep them pressed together as he lines up to Patton's hole. This'll be his first time penetrating something so massive, but he finds that excites him more. Surely a being so large is just swelling with energy for Janus to feed on, and though Janus had subdued Patton's mind and body with knowing touches and persuasive words, there was a reason for that too.
Patton's nerves and hesitancy would only drain him of that sweet, delicious energy Janus wanted. He didn't seem opposed so much as he did scared of Janus upon Janus entering his home, but everybody fears what they don't understand! And what better way for Patton to understand Janus than to participate in the act of feeding? Furthermore, what better way for Janus to understand Patton that participate in the act of breeding. They were mutually benefitting here! Pleasure in exchange for food. Knowledge in exchange for knowledge.
Groaning as the tips of his cocks press between Patton's cheeks, Janus is already stunned by the energy he can feel. It's like having a delicious steak pressed against your lips, with its scent wafting up into your nose, and dribbles of juice making its way against your teeth. It's the briefest of tastes, but you know it's going to taste good, and you know it's going to be filling.
"My god," Janus mutters, with one of his hands grasping and holding Patton's ass to keep himself steady, "I can tell already that this is going to be great."
Janus scratch, scratch, scratches just enough to have Patton's mind flooding with anticipation that echoes Janus's words. This is going to be great, his mind repeats, on an endless loop, in a voice that sounds so sure of itself that Patton has to be sure of it too.
And Janus doesn't keep either of them waiting any longer.
He pushes in slowly, keeping a steady pace as his cocks both slide easily into Patton's hole. His own slick further coats the length of his cock, providing him easy entrance, and immediately a shiver runs through Janus's body.
He curses again, voice breathy as he pants. "Oh my," he breathes, "this is... you just..."
Janus's nails dig into Patton's ass, pricking the thick skin. Patton whimpers at the brief bit of pain, but then moans as he feels Janus push in all the way to the base. Janus's pelvis presses against Patton's hips, and Patton would be lying if he said he didn't feel the slightest bit more tired upon Janus entering him, though he realizes this is likely the transference of energy. This is what Janus feeding on him feels like. It doesn't hurt at all, but Janus had already assured him it wouldn't. It doesn't necessarily feel pleasurable either. But it does feel relaxing, and Patton's eyes flutter shut as he gathers an armful of furs and tucks them beneath his head. He buries his face in the pile, letting the fuzzy comfort further sedate him as Janus milks the energy from his body.
"You're going to be the biggest entrée I've had in ages," Janus confesses. "You're way bigger than a horny human, and you should have more stamina than one as well. I'm interested in a three course meal, if you're willing to provide."
Patton pushes his hips back against Janus in an almost affirmative manner. "Fine by me," he lazily mumbles, "so long as you get moving soon. Before I fall asleep."
Janus laughs at Patton's sweet, sleepy honesty. "I will, love," Janus chirps, "be patient. I want to make sure I don't overwhelm you too soon. Besides, you must let me sample your flavor. I must let it marinate as it soaks into me, refueling me completely. Don't you enjoy appreciating your meals? Fully focusing on the way they melt on your tongue?"
"My meals don't typically come in the form of copulating."
"Hm, it seems like somebody needs to relax." Janus scratches down Patton's thighs, once, twice, thrice... "Trust me, Patton, this will be better for both of us if you let me take my time. Don't you trust me? Don't you want to let me feast on my meal how I please? I'd never tell you how to cook and season a deer, now would I?"
Patton's eyes roll back into his head as he shifts his hips, rubbing his cock into the blankets beneath him. "Mmm, yessir..." Patton lazily mumbles, drool spilling from the corner of his mouth. Janus was sure Patton meant the term playfully, but he finds he quite likes picturing a big, strong bear like Patton respecting him. He knows he's powerful, but he knows that standing side by side with someone as big as a bear hybrid would automatically cause people to underestimate him. But Patton isn't underestimating him.
Patton is obediently submitting despite the fact his instincts would typically prevent him from doing anything of the sort. He'd easily fallen into Janus's control, and it'd taken a few brief touches and soft words to fully ease Patton's mind. He hadn't even used intense hypnosis! Just a few soft suggestions further amplified by a repetitive touch to cement his persuasions in Patton's brain. And now here he was, laying submissively in his own nest, letting a demon he'd just met feed from him as though he was an all-you-can-eat buffet.
"Sweet thing," Janus murmurs under his breath, pinching the fat on Patton's thighs. "You should know you taste utterly addicting. What intense, electrifying energy you store within yourself, and how kind of you to share just a smidge with me. Though we both know I came for more than a taste."
Patton shudders as he feels Janus's cocks pull halfway out of him, and moans again as they push back in. It's not a large stretch by any means - comparatively two of Patton's fingers inside of him would yield the same result - but it is a new feeling, and one that's still pleasurable despite Janus's smaller size. It's not just the penetration that feels good, but also everything surrounding it. Janus's words. Janus's touch. Janus's dominance.
What kind of person knocks on the walls of a den to ask for sex? Let alone that of a predator's home, and expects to be let in?
And yet Patton did let him in, and is letting him feed, and is enjoying it above all else.
Janus sets a slow pace with him, dragging his cock out before pushing it back in, though there is rhythm to his thrusts. He has experience, and that experience shows with his knowing movements, and the sensual way he caresses Patton's hips, massaging his rear and his love handles until Patton's groaning out Janus's name against his nest.
He can see sweat glistening on Patton's hairy neck, sticking to the hair that runs down his body. As Janus leans down to swipe his tongue along a bead of perspiration, his snakes behave similarly, and Patton whines as he feels a bunch of little tongues swipe across his back. Patton feels a twinge of fear as he thinks about how easily they could bite him, but they don't, resorting to just smelling him and nuzzling against him like the affectionate reptiles they seem to be. But Janus doesn't spare Patton from his teeth, as Patton feels Janus lightly bite his back, sucking a dark hickey into the skin. He's careful not to puncture Patton's flesh, but that doesn't stop him from nibbling it, as he bites, sucks, and kisses in a pattern along Patton's spine.
Patton groans as Janus leaves hickey after hickey along his back. "I'm just marking you up," Janus assures Patton, though Patton's hips roll against the furs underneath him out of arousal. "Hybrids like you enjoy that prospect, don't you? Warning other alphas against mating with omegas that aren't theirs?"
As Patton moans excitedly, he breathily asks "does that mean you're claiming me as yours?"
Janus thrusts all the way in again, and is met with a surge of fresh energy rushing into him in response, urging him to tighten his grip. "Not yet," Janus replies, though he starts to speed up his movements as having food in him in turn gives him energy. Energy he uses to hasten his feeding. "Though, if you keep tasting this good, I just might have to. I wouldn't want you committing yourself to some hybrid, dedicating your body to them, and then depriving me of the best meal I've ever had. Likewise, I doubt I'll ever be able to feast on anyone else, as I wouldn't be able to stop the comparisons that'd arise during sex. They wouldn't feel like you. They wouldn't taste like you. They wouldn't fill me up as well as you do." Janus kisses Patton's back seconds before he moans, and begins pulling his cock out farther just to get more leverage when pushing it back in. "You can't even begin to fathom how delicious you are. It'd be such a waste to permit other hybrids to claim you, especially when they wouldn't value you like I do. They wouldn't make you feel as good as I do."
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
Janus moans as Patton clenches around him, and Patton grunts in turn as his cock leaks steadily underneath him soaking into the furs that he then ruts against, creating a moist surface for his cock to fuck, satisfying his alpha instincts to a degree (though, there isn't much left of those instincts following Janus's playtime).
"Please..." Patton breathes, as his body seems to overheat. More sweat runs down him in glistening streams, as his ears twitch on his head and his tail bobs back and forth with each thrust into him. He's never been bred like this, and in reality he's never mated before. He's never had a mate to breed with, and is an alpha anyway so he'd traditionally never submit to someone. And yet he's here with Janus, and it feels amazing.
"You don't have to beg," Janus assures him, "your pleasure brings me nothing but delight. Move your hips and touch yourself however you may please, as it'll only feed me further."
Patton does not need to be told twice, as he rocks his body in tandem with Janus's increasingly fast thrusts. He can't convince himself to move much faster than weak grinding due to the energy being sapped from him, but what he can do makes his cock drip. Patton bites his bottom lip, and then his mouth opens as he growls out noises of ecstasy. His sharp teeth dig into the furs brushing against his face, as he bites down to keep himself composed, though he very quickly (and unintentionally) ends up tearing through the hide as Janus's cocks brush against his prostate.
Both Patton and Janus jolt at the feelings that rush through them both.
Patton's hit with an intense wave of pleasure whilst Janus is immediately filled with that same energy, as Patton's arousal is directly converted to sexual sparks that flows through Janus instantaneously.
"Again!" Patton grunts, in a matter that's quite a bit demanding considering his position, but not unusual for an alpha. He's not asking Janus. He's telling him to.
And though Janus wouldn't normally take orders from a meal, hitting Patton's prostate benefits him too, and it fills him pleasantly full.
"Does that spot feel nice?" Janus teasingly asks, and isn't in any way surprised by the guttural groan he gets in response.
"Yes," Patton moans out. "Feels so... so..."
He doesn't have the energy required to finish his sentence, and frankly he doesn't need to. Janus knows what he means, and he's confident of that, though he's less confident he'll be able to keep himself awake through his slowly approaching climax. With each slap of Janus's hips against his own, more and more energy is sucked out of him. Like getting so cozy in bed that it gets harder and harder to keep your eyes awake.
Janus repeatedly thrusts into Patton's prostate. He can't hit it too hard due to the length of his cocks, but his tips fortunately brush against it repeatedly, and it's intense enough for the two of them to continue making noises of ecstasy.
Janus is calculated in his repeated assault of that spot, causing both of them to moan. Janus grips Patton's body tighter and thrusts harder as Patton sinks further and further into the furs, groaning constantly, but steadily decreasing in volume as if he doesn't have the energy to be any louder. Meanwhile Janus's noises reach a pleasant crescendo as he gets louder and louder following his feeding, as he's desperate to soak in as much nutrients as he can, and his body works to make his satisfaction known. Each thrust only fills his body more and more, until Janus has developed a somewhat bloated stomach, looking as though he's quite literally stuffed himself full of Patton's energy (though it's a guarantee that a lot of that energy will have fizzled out by tomorrow morning as Janus's form progressively burns it off).
"You... you fill me up so good," Janus moans, which are an ironic set of words considering the position Patton's in. And still, Patton feeds off the praise, pushing his hips harder into the furs beneath him, fucking the animal hide with lazy force and persistent need. His abdomen swells with sweltering heat unlike anything Patton's experienced before.
His mind is fuzzy; he's not fantasizing about anything particular. He's just letting his body rock and tremble with pleasure as he's drained for all that he's worth; as Janus drinks him down gulp after gulp, filling each thrust with as much energy as he can before pulling away, only to thrust back in again moments later.
And with such nice, bleary pleasure coursing through his body, causing his hair to prickle as goosebumps form over his furry arms and legs, it's hardly Patton's fault he comes so soon! He hardly even registers his arriving climax until it hits him, in which case he's almost immediately snapped back to full, intense awareness as he clenches hard around Janus's shafts, squeezing Janus's cocks together and keeping the tips trapped hard against his prostate as he moans. His head falls back and his eyes roll far back into his head. No more pleasant fuzziness or the sweet stinging of the aphrodisiac, and no more pleasantries brought on by Janus's scratch, scratch, scratching. For just a singular moment Patton's adrenaline overwhelms his body and mind, and a cry escapes him, before he slumps forward into the blankets. Heavy breaths fall from his open mouth along with thick drool, as Janus continues pleasuring him. Feeding from him.
His cock twitches and spurts thick ropes of semen; his knot swells inside the furs he's been fucking into. And just as quickly as that electrifying energy washed over Patton does it disappear, and seem to travel right into Janus instead, who bites his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as he digs his nails hard into Patton's hips and shoves his cocks as hard as he can into Patton. His pace is no longer calm and calculated, but instead messy and desperate. He moves quicker and firmer than he has been, fucking Patton with such intensity that Patton lets out an overstimulated whine into his nest, burying his face in his furs to muffle his sounds, before letting out a final, breathy moan as he feels Janus's teeth sink into his back with a sense of finality, punctuated unsurprisingly with the feeling of come being deposited into Patton's hole.
It's a new feeling - and an odd one at that - but Patton finds himself clenching nonetheless as he tries to keep the semen and Janus's cocks inside of him. Though, that action seems to make Janus laugh.
"My dear, if I stay inside you then I'll just keep feasting on you until you wither away," Janus teases him, his voice sounding a lot more intense than before. It wasn't bad, it was just full of significantly more emotion and inflection. Patton finds he quite likes it. "I know how much your silly little omega instincts must be insisting that I need to knot you, but I guarantee a brood of cubs is the last thing you need right now."
As Janus pulls his cocks out, Patton feels the last of his energy go with it, and he feels so tired and weak that he's not even sure he can roll over if he tried. And any shift of his hips makes him whimper as his overstimulated cock rubs against the different textures surrounding it.
With Janus's guidance, Patton ends up on his back with a groan, feeling Janus's orgasm steadily drip out of him. His own stomach is glistening with a mixture of his own mess that he'd been laying atop of and sweat, though Janus doesn't seem to mind the mess as he drags his finger along Patton's torso, from his chest to his naval, piling up a finger full of a sweat-slick-come mixture that Janus seems to momentarily admire before he brushes the mess back against the nest.
"You really did taste quite delicious," Janus then says, though Patton only lets out a slurred bit of gibberish in response, making Janus chuckle as he's unsure whether or not Patton's even processed the words he's said.
So, he maneuvers to Patton's side, where he lays right next to him. Patton's head lazily falls to the side, making eye contact with Janus despite his clearly exhausted demeanor.
"You don't mind if I stay the night, do you?" Janus inquires, his voice a playful whisper. "I likely won't sleep or anything; not when I'm this full of energy, but I'd be more than willing to bring fresh meat to your pile, and help you get the deep slumber you likely crave."
Janus's fingers brush against Patton's chin, scratching it sweetly. Patton's eyes flutter shut, relaxing into Janus's touch.
Janus chuckles softly, under his breath. "See how much I'm already helping? And you did feel good, didn't you? Surely you'll feel good enough to go another round in a few hours... And of course I'll reward you with more pleasure, more food of your own, and more rest. Bears like you enjoy napping, don't you?"
One of Janus's hands comes to rest on his own stomach, which is swollen with energy. If he kept feeding from Patton, then his lithe figure would dissipate in a matter of weeks! Patton's hardly even listening to him, but a small smile stretches across his face. "That really was quite fun..." Patton grumbles. "Not exactly how I expected my night to go, but it turned out good anyway. And I suppose having somebody else around the den would be a lot less lonesome..."
Janus scratch, scratch, scratches beneath Patton's chin, causing Patton to reach for him and pull him close. Janus is startled by the sudden, cuddly affection, but the warmth radiating off of Patton's body is quite nice, so Janus soaks it in while he can.
"I'll let you get a few hours of rest," Janus murmurs. "And then you'll be up again to feed me. Doesn’t that sound nice?"
Patton lets out an affirmative grunt in response, as he forces their bodies close together.
To sweeten the deal, Janus also whispers "I'll even claim you if you'd like me to, though I suspect you'd like to have a clearer head before making a decision like that. The offer stands though, if you ever decide you want to take me up on it. I'd be more than satisfied sticking with you for the rest of your life, considering how fulfilling you've made my night." Janus’s snakes come to kiss and rub against Patton’s arms, affectionately nuzzling him.
Patton shivers, whining as Janus's nails trace across his nude body in patterns unrecognizable to Patton's clouded brain. He's not trying to sway Patton's decision this way or that, but he is trying to further coax Patton into a deep sleep, which Patton's easily guided into.
He doesn't respond, but he isn't expected to. And very shortly thereafter, soft snores begin to emit from Patton, as he lets himself slumber after a rather interesting day.
