let it leave me like a long breath

i used a mashup of the ff8 & ff7r designs for ifrit here. ff7 ifrit is just like, a big yellow dude with horns. i also went for more of an, ifrit powerbottoming thing b/c that's more where my mind went with "more than he expected"

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Barret was at the edge of town, in a dirty lull in the grassland that sufficed as a shooting range. Not a lot of demand for gun stores in the resort town, it turned out. It was just him and a bunch of ratty sackcloth targets in front of a big earth berm. Everybody else was out on the beach, relaxing. He'd been feeling antsy.

Barret held up the new materia in his fingers, watching the way the sun shone through it, refracting ruby light all up his arm. They hadn't got a chance to use it yet, and Barret new if they waited much longer it's vanish into Yuffie's stash of "lost" materia, never to see the light of day.

"Well," he said to himself. "Let's see what you got, huh?" Magic sparked through the materia, making it glow bright, and then with a plume of fire that had Barret scrambling back, air scorching his face, a hugely-muscular humanoid form burst into existence, floating it midair. It solidified out of pure flame, muscles creaking as it settled down under its own weight, head already casting back and forth for its target.

The summon stood almost half-again his height, even with it slumped forward in an animal slouch. Arcing over its head was a pair of huge, backwards-curving horns set in its craggy brow, half-buried in the mane of shaggy red hair that framed its head. The skin on its chest was dusky brown, more like animal hide than human skin, but across its arms and legs, over its back, the hide was covered in something almost like rocky scales: craggy and rough, each scale outlined with by glowing veins of fire, like molten lava under its skin.

It was naked save for heavy guards on its wrists and ankles, and also a draping loincloth that hid absolutely nothing. The summon shifted around, snuffling the air, and Barret got an eyeful of its huge, low-hanging balls -- flesh there so dark as to be almost black -- lurching like an anchor beneath it, sac slapping against its -- his -- thigh, loudly.

"New summoner," he said, voice a deep, rough rasp, like crackling fire. "I see." Its lips twisted up into a fierce grin, showing off huge, animal fangs. "Then I will take my toll of you."

Barret swore and stumbled back, tripping over his heels as the summon loomed over him, questing closer. His face was mostly human but just animal enough to be unsettling: ears drawn out into furry points, large nose faintly squashed forward in a faint muzzle, open mouth a mess of fangs. Its dick was... less human. A leathery sheath jutted out over the draping fold of his loincloth, tip already slick and shiny. Muscles across its bare stomach shifted, huge abs clenching into sharp relief, and a pointy cocktip lurched out, glowing like a piece of red-hot metal.

"Aww, hell no!" Barret cursed, scrambling back. "There ain't no way that's goin' in me, man!"

The summon just laughed, a dry bark. "You think you're worthy of my cock? No, no."

"What th' fu--mmph!" Barret started, cut off when the summon's huge hand caught him by the face, fingers curling around his head. It shoved him down, pinning him flat on his back, blue sky bright overhead. Then its grip shifted downwards, rough palm dragging over his chest, down his stomach, before it shoved two fingers between his legs, palm grinding against his crotch. His fingers tugged, light, and the sound of tearing fabric, the summon torn Barret's pants from hip to knee. Barret gawped up at him as his cock lolled out across his thigh, suddenly bared.

The summon looked down too, intensely focused on Barret's cock. "Yes," he growled. "This will do nicely."

Barret stared on, bug-eyed, as the summon settled down before at him: on all fours over his calves, mouth open, long, pointed tongue spilling from his mouth. His tongue twisted, prehensile, to wrap around his cock, slick and hot. "I need you to breed me," the summon said, voice gurgling around Barret's dick.

"Holy shit," Barret said. His dick shuddered, flexing against the tight clench of the summon's tongue. He shuddered to life, cock fattening in the monster's mouth, stretching against the curl of his tongue. His foreskin, sloppy with spit, peeled back over his bare cockhead and practically sent his bare cockhead popping out in the open, just-barely cresting past the spiral of the summon's tongue. The beast groaned, mouth rumbling around Barret's dick. Pre that was working its way up his shaft sharply squirted out into his yawning-wide mouth, milked free in a slimy gush from the tight, muscular ripples of his coaxing tongue.

His tongue twisted around and around, corkscrewing up his cock from the hairy base all the way to the flushed tip, completely immersing his dick in pulsing heat, and Barret groaned, hunching up, messily fucking the summon's mouth. His dick hardened quick: over a foot of thick cock, flesh dark and coarse with squiggling veins creeping up the lower half. His revealed cockhead, spit-shined from the summon's tongue, was a rich purple-black, cocklips splayed to let him gush out a messy streamer of pre across the monster's face. The summon groaned, tongue lapping the string out of the air, hungrily smacking his lips as he swallowed it down and then went back for more: lips curling around his cocktip, just milking it for the next gush of pre. His tongue squirmed from his mouth, coiling down to wrap around the base of his shaft and squeeze: forcing his whole cock to bloat out fatter, rock-hard with trapped blood.

The summon pulled free with a messy squelch, leaving Barret's dick bobbing in the air, slick and shining, fresh pre coursing down its length in slimy cords. Barret didn't even have time to push himself up on his elbows before the summon was squatting over him, feet planted on either side of his chest, as he settled down onto his cock.

His cockhead pressed against the hot furrow of the summon's asshole, digging in between his muscled asscheeks. Barret gasped for breath, the heat rising off the beast so intense it almost burned. His entire body broke out in sweat. His cockhead smacked against the beast's hole and slid into place, digging into the heavy, puffy ridges of the summon's asshole, fluttering slightly as it bore down. With an intense spike of sensation, heat rippling out from his cock and filling every inch of his body, his cock stabbed through the clenching ring of his asshole into the summon's ass. Barret let out a sharp groan, hips bucking up to drive himself deeper, and was a little surprised his breath didn't come out steaming. His whole body felt sizzling hot.

Above him, the huge beast groaned, head tipped back. With the size difference -- Barret wasn't gonna lie. He was hung. His cock was enormous. But compared to the huge beast in front of him, it was scarcely more than a finger. The summon bore down, thighs flexing, his own enormous balls smacking against Barret's stomach and lolling to the side. His cock, unsheathed, was a complete nightmare: leg-thick, glossy red flesh, all covered in fat, bulging lumps all down the inhuman length. It bobbed in front of him, tip drooling out slimy spurts of off-white pre, pouring down syrupy and hot across Barret's front.

The summon hilted on Barret's cock, his entire length throbbing inside him, fat cockhead bumping up against the walls of his ass, and the summon leaned back with a groan, using one hand to steady himself as he fucked himself down onto Barret's length, angling his hips. Barret jerked up, hips sending his cock thumping along the summon's inner walls before they crashed into his prostate with a heavy lurch. The beast groaned, throwing his head back, and his cock shuddered and flexed, erupting in a huge plume of grimy, yellow-white pre that splattered all across Barret's front. The summon roared, rumbling in his chest as he did it again: fucking down on Barret's cock, using him as a living dildo to grind across his inner walls just-so, over and over.

"Oh fuck," Barret groaned, eyes squeezed shut tight, hand gripping the summon's knee as he uselessly humped upward, fucking his cock an iota deeper when he slammed down hard, over and over. His balls throbbed, pre gushing up his length and erupting into the beast's ass, making each thrust slicker, sloppier.

The summon's colossal cock bobbed in front of him, red-hot and steaming, spattering fat, slimy globs of pre down across Barret's front as the summon rode him. He snarled and snorted as he fucked himself on Barret's dick, huge muscle ass slamming down on his shaft, giant balls spilling out up Barret's chest each time he hilted, impact getting wetter and wetter as his sludgy pre oozed out across his sac. Thick, glimmering strings of pre webbed between them, oozing down his shaft, hooking between his widely-spread thighs, gurgling down between Barret's legs to sheen his own cock in slime, adding to the slick pressure of his enormous asshole rolling back and forth along his shaft, pressure as strong as a handjob.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Barret groaned, mindlessly humping up, cockhead slamming hard and intense into the huge beast above him. His balls ached, the sloppy slide of his cockhead against his slick inner walls building and building, and he came with a bellowing cry, cock lurching hard as he gushed out his load into the huge monster ass. The beast kept riding him through it, snarling himself, and the pulsing ring of his asshole coaxed out gush after gush of cum, until the excess squirted from his ass, spilling down Barret's length in slimy cords. His ass clenched, the tight squeeze getting so tight it hurt, making his cock swell inside him, and then with a earth-shaking roar, breath coming out as burning fire, the beast came too: his cock erupted with a huge lance of yellowed cum, glowing intensely even in the brightness of the day. It gushed out entirely over Barret's head, loudly impacting the ground past him with a sharp splat, and then his cock jerked again, and again, and again, spewing out huge, glowing plumes of sludgy monster cum. Excess spilled down his length, dripping in fat, creamy globs across Barret's front, staining his jacket in greasy splotches and soaking through his undershirt. Barret just groaned, hips still jerking uselessly, stirring his cock inside the monster's clenching ass.

The summon leaned forward, knees crashing to the ground on either side of Barret's head, monster cock smacking down against him from stomach to hairline, splattering his face with oozing streamers of cum, and in a fraction of a second before Barret could splutter and shove his dick aside the summon vanished in a plume of flame: body bursting apart into clouds of fire, billowing up away from him and leaving Barret lying there on his back. His clothes were in tatters, his cock was jutting from his crotch still half-hard, front entirely drenched in stringy, acrid monster cum.

"Call on Ifrit any time you want," came the summon's voice. "I am eager to join with you again."

Barret took in a shaky breath, still panting. His dick shuddered, spitting out a final wet spill of cum down his shaft, pooling on his stomach. "Fuck," he rasped. "Yeah, fuck, why not."

this doesn't really get to that point but i'll probably write an extended fill at some point. trying to keep these under 2k words

also oh boy i usually don't tag for it b/c i don't do it too hard, but you know. content notice: smegma

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Gurranq reeked like he was a beast in rut. The bestial sanctum had the tang of a den of breeding lions, and the rich incense didn't suceed at masking the smell at all, just transmuting it into something even more intense: rich and potent, cloying, something that his nose couldn't get used to at all. Gurranq's musk clogged in his nose with each visit, left him flushed and hot, needy and desperate. And that was just _him_; Gurranq himself had to live in it.

At first he'd assumed it was because D had been providing other 'services' to Gurranq beyond the weeding of deathroot, and now with his absence Gurranq was becoming... pent up. But when he'd broached the subject -- "Thy issue seeps from your wrappings. I assure you, even if you've got a horsecock hidden away in those bindings I'd be glad to service it for you"; no one had ever said he'd had a delicate touch -- it turned out it was a _vow_. Ugh. As pious and sanctified as a cleric, except he'd known plenty of randy clerics in his time. Worse.

So he'd had to endure not just the attacks of Those Who Live Among Death and their murky deathroot, but also getting cockblocked by the hottest, _neediest_ beastman he'd ever met. After the second deathroot -- Gurranq's body hot, maw slick and slimy, tongue lolling out to snatch the living deathroot from his bare hand -- the musk had gotten so heavy he'd had to lurch outside, cock stiff in his trousers, and jerk off right there with one saliva-slick hand. He hadn't been quiet about it. After three he'd abandoned his pride and outright _begged_ for it, kneeled right in front of Gurranq and pleaded to let him suck the scum off his long-neglected cock.

"My body..." Gurranq had panted, voice labored, "...is only a crucible for Death. Until I have paid for mine sin, I cannot admit the pleasures of the flesh." He shook his head, shaggy mane rustling under his wrappings. "And I will never be free of this sin. No, never."

It'd pleasure _his_ flesh if he got to suck the slime off his leaking sheath. What a hassle. At least Blaidd let him ride his knot any time he liked.

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After the _fourth_ deathroot, something changed. Gurranq was even more ravenous than usual, shoving his entire hand into his mouth to scour every fiber of deathroot from his palm. He'd kept it up long enough -- teeth grazing his wrist, slobber frothing up his forearm, Gurranq's perpetually-swollen sheath audibly squelching and slurping as his tongue scoured across his skin -- that he was already hard and aching in his trousers. Then he finally swallowed, hand still in his mouth, tongue jogging huge and slimy. He spat out his hand and lurched to the side, swaying like he was drunk.

"Strange," he said, voice rasping, low. "There is-- something else. My appetite grows. I need-- I need more!"

That was about as usual for Gurranq's statements: all fragments of portent and prophecy. So he wasn't expecting it when he reared up, rumbling voice growing into a bestial bellow, and lunged.

His claws scythed out, catching across his ribs, and it was only him flinging himself into the motion, letting himself be thrown across the room and into a pillar that kept him from being rather messily disemboweled. He wasn't sure of Gurranq was trying to kill him or not; he wasn't sure if Gurranq knew what he was doing. He was just panting, low, hoarse, body rippling with brutal muscle spasms, breath coming out in a thick fog.

Gurranq slammed him to the ground, knocking the breath from his lungs, and knelt over him: knees against his thighs, huge clawed hands on his shoulders, cloaked head bowing down before him, teeth bared. Thick streamers of frothy drool spilled from his slavering mouth and splattered across his cheek, dripping down his face in hot streamers.

The position also shoved Gurranq's enormous, sagging balls right against his crotch. His dick had been hard since the moment he stepped inside; the heat, the weight, of Gurranq's punt-up balls draped over him was enough to force out a shaky, squeaking moan from his throat. His whole body shuddered, hips jerking, and he came in his trousers, squirming and rutting up against Gurranq, hands grasping the matted fur of his forearms, hips sending his enormous, bloated ballsac spilling up his stomach. An embarassing way to die, for sure.

Gurranq's snarl didn't stop, it just shifted. His breath spilled out hot and fetid against his head, and then his lips peeled back, showing off his gleaming fangs. He struck.

He thought they were both a little confused when he wasn't dead. Gurranq's maw, open, latched around his face, with fangs digging into his skin behind his ears. His tongue lolled free, squirming down across his face, hungrily lapping. He opened his mouth, more in surprise than anything, and Gurranq rumbled again, low, and shoved his tongue inside: plunging into his mouth, tapping against the back of his throat and then shoving down in a messy, liquid spill of frothy slobber. When he pulled back, he looked dazed: tongue lolling from his panting mouth, eyes unfocused and gloaming black-gold, and -- most importantly -- his sheath shuddering and pulsing against his stomach, furled sheathtip leaking a syrupy mess of murky pre.

"More," Gurranq groaned, hips rolling, sending his sheath dragging forward and back across his chest. "I need more!" His claws clenched again, digging deep scores in the stone, and with a single motion he grasped the front of his armor and rent it to pieces: chestplate warping out of shape, padding shredding, shards flying everywhere. His claws dug against the waist of his trousers, slicing shallow cuts down his stomach, and with another yank he tore them apart too, baring him from chest to knee. His cock, still stiff and slimy with his own load, lolled out to rest against Gurranq's lumpy, bloated balls with a wet _smack_. He could feel the churn of Gurranq's balls through the flesh: shuddering, pulsing lurches that rippled up from his balls.

Gurranq snarled, hungry. His sheath shuddered, a frothy eruption of slime squirting from the wrinkled tip. It was always fat, but now it fattened further, bloating wider and wider as his perpetually-leaking cocktip surged forward, parting his heavy sheathlips and peeking out in the open. It was so thickly coated with gummy, congealed sludge that the color was impossible to tell. His sheath kicked, entire thing lurching up and down, and his cocktip erupted with a sludgy mess of fresh pre, almost as thick and syrupy as the ooze that'd been stewing in his sheath.

He'd tied his sheath closed: there was a loosely knotted twist of fabric bound around the base, stopping him from unsheathing more than the stubby inch that currently peeked free. It was constantly soaked with his own issue, leaking from his sheath in gummy spurts. Gurranq roared, entire body flexing, sheath surging. The sodden fabric drew taut, ooze spilling out of it in sheets, and then it snapped apart, forced wide by the bulk of his cock. His cock cannonaded out into the open, a colossal pillar of ink-black flesh, so thickly coated in a murky, off-white jelly of excess sheathfluid that it looked piebald. Gurranq let out a long, breathy groan; his cock flexed and shuddered, wetly beating up against his underbelly, splattering them both with his rank, jellied pre-slime. Excess kept oozing from his sheath, working out in fat, sludgy globs from where it had been stewing inside him for gods-knew how long. Steaming clots of fresh sludge oozed from Gurranq's pointed cocktip, splattering down across his chest in thick, vicous tendrils.

Gurranq was beyond words: just snarling, breath catching wetly in his throat, grimy froth pouring from his mouth and sheath alike.

Thankfully, he'd had a little more presence of mind: "Fuck me fuck me fuck me!" he begged, rutting his body against Gurranq's slime-encrusted cock.

The motion peeled off some of the thicker murk, splattering down across his body in rubbery sheets of gunk, rank and heavy. Gurranq's cock was a immense column of flesh, fat and heavy, pent-up balls already unloading murky, congealed issue down his length in gummy lines. Gurranq shoved a slime-encrusted hand between his thighs, clawed fingertips scoring across his ass. He caught ahold of one asscheek and pried him open, clawtips probing against his hole. Loosened, thankfully, by Blaidd not too long ago; Gurranq's black blade was a far more intimidating weapon than Blaidd's spear.

Gurranq bodily hauled him up so that he could lean down over him, cock smearing between his thighs and leaving behind oozing tendrils of sludge painting all across his skin, and nocked his cocktip against his ass. Gurranq was large; his cock was immense. Even the pointed tip had the girth of a fist. It skidded across bare flesh before socketing into his loose hole, and when it stuck Gurranq let out an inhuman roar and plowed forward, bodily yanking his body down onto his bestial cock as if it was nothing more than a toy to use freely. His cock slammed inside, old sludge and fresh pre mixing together in a soupy morass.

Gurranq hunched over him, body sprawled beneath, and humped inside like a wild dog: panting and baying, cock erupting with heavier and heavier gushes of pre. Even his fresh pre was gritty: syrupy, full of congealed grime. Heavy, rubbery clots of ooze splattered against his inner walls, where Gurranq's frenzied thrusts mashed them into chalky grime, a thick paste that clung inside him. Beneath Gurranq, he twisted, gasping with each fresh stab deeper. The sharp tip, thick with clotted ooze, scored fierce lines along his inner walls, sliding up until it caught on the entrance to his guts. Gurranq was in no mind to go easy; he let out another roar and slammed forward, crushing him to the ground with the full weight of his body, impaling him deeply on his cock. His sheath gurgled and squelched, backed-up sludge still pouring out, and with his body pinned beneath Gurranq's, the syrupy waterfall oozed down across his thighs, painting him in thick, taffy-like ribbons of congealed sludge.

His stomach bloated, warping out even beyond the lopsided bulge Blaidd's cock made: Gurranq's blade sheathed inside him, making him _into_ its sheath. His sheath cracked against his ass, heavy flesh folding back over itself in lurches, and it wetly belched out tarry clots, lumpy egg-shapes, finally dislodged from their position stuck to Gurranq's sheathflesh to spill in murky piles across his upturned ass. The flow slowed, but not because he'd fully drained. He could feel it, burning beneath his sheath, damming the flow: Gurranq's knot, finally ready to surface after who-knew how long. Gurranq's breath caught, snarl fading away to a desperate whine, and he hunched forward, grinding his sloppy sheath back and forth across his ass, turgid knot pinned inside.

Slowly, in lurching spasms, his sheath folded back over itself, revealing the raw black flesh of its inside, as it swelled fatter and fatter, until it was an enormous, head-sized block of surging flesh, tightly wrapped around the pulsing knot inside. Thick clots of rank ooze peeled off his flesh, the stretch finally enough to dislodge them. Gurranq shuddered, hips jerking, and with a sudden spasm his sheath nearly folded inside-out, squirting out his immense knot in a sudden rush.

There was an explosion of slime, murk finally draining out from behind his knot for the first time since before the Shattering: creamy yellow sludge, scent indescribable, oozing sloppy tendrils down the bulk of his knot. His knot shuddered, bloated flesh audibly creaking as it firmed up, slowly swelling to its full size. Gurranq battered it against his gaped hole, impacting with a sharp _crack_ and a messy gush of slime, drawing back to leave their bodies tethered together by finger-thick ropes of sloppy yellowed sludge. Each thrust ground the murk deeper into his skin, staining him with Gurranq's pent-up need, until his whole body was drenched in greasy, oily froth: grime pouring in cords across his back, piling up in heaps beneath him. His knot bore down, greased with his own backed-up issue, and then, with a final lurch it popped inside, slamming into place between his hips with the force of a boulder. He gurgled, letting out a breathless cry, while above him Gurranq bayed at the sky, entire body spasming as he knotted someone for the first time in centuries.