When Spitfire started trying to wiggle out of Guru's grip, it wasn't because the tom was managing to tickle him. In fact, Spitfire wasn't even sure that he was ticklish. That hadn't been what had shocked the no-fur. It had been how he had asked.Spitfire had never had anyone say "my no-fur" when referring to him. He was always a rental, something to be used once or twice and returned to his owner. Even Agent had never referred to his prize no-fur as "mine". There was something about that simple phrase that indicated a claim. It hinted at the greatest bond a tom could have with one of the furless Omegas. Innehavre. It was not something said lightly, even by the most callous of toms.Neither Spitfire nor Guru had said the word Innehavre aloud, but Spitfire had thought it a few times. He knew that he was ready and willing to commit to a permanent bond with Guru. But he had also been certain that the tom would never ask for that. There was no way that a respectabl

"It probably is a good idea to close and lock the door. We wouldn't want any demonic visitors interrupting... Our search, that is." Guru turned and secured the room. He was trying to stay focused and on task but all he could think of was continuing the tickle fight with Spitfire and maybe doing more.What “more” was he couldn't say. He wanted to show his no-fur that he was strong enough to own him. Not in the way most toms meant 'own,' exactly. The big Blonde-fur tom wanted Spitfire to trust he would always look out for him and never ever make him do anything he didn't want to. Guru was already head over paws for Spitfire but he wanted to know the feelings weren't just one-sided. Guru wanted to be certain that Spitfire loved him back.He was intent on winning Spitfire over. But if his efforts went unnoticed or the no-fur wanted a different life, Guru would let him go.The first thing he thought might help was if he could show the naughty little ginger he really wanted him. How much he

The cave was damp, getting cold, and the literal hundreds of grave beetles did nothing to improve the atmosphere or Jinx's mood.Knowing what the ancient glyphs said did nothing to help the tom's mood either. The last thing he wanted to do was be trapped in a cave that was dedicated to the God of Chaos.But it was worse than just that. These glyphs said that this was the God's first home. According to the legends that Jinx had grown up hearing, that meant this was the Cave of Emergence. This was the spot where the God of Chaos, the patron deity of the Orangelo toms, had first emerged from the Void to walk the earth. This was a place of power, but not the nice kind that could be drawn on and molded. No one other than the God himself should mess about with the chaos that was associated with the Trickster.Jinx had left the Orangelo homeland to avoid associating with the Trickster. His sire liked to brag about how he could trace his lineage right back to the origin

Sweet mercy, he wanted King. Agent wanted to lean into the tom's invitation. To let someone stronger than him take him over and make everything else disappear. And King was definitely tom enough to do it. But giving in right now, like this, would be the worst idea ever. So instead of letting King have his way, Agent deflected the hot feelings spiraling down his spine into his betraying seeding pocket by laughing in the devil's face. "D-daddy? Oh, gods." Agent leaned back, putting a bit of distance between them. He wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. "Does that line ever work?" "Hardly a line. I'm just giving you the word you can use with whatever you need to beg for that will get you the quickest response." Moving like lightning, King was looming over Agent now. "So you expect me to call you Daddy and beg you to... what exactly?" Agent was pushing against his own limits even as he toyed with King's. He did not like it

The hungry kiss from his no-fur riled up something deep inside Hades. Memories bubbled to the surface of his mind, unwelcome ones that made him snarl again. Hades dropped to his knees, bearing the no-fur down to the hard surface of the bridge. He drove his cock into the small body under him, trying to forget what the magick from the stinging nettles was dragging up.The beloved face of his Doll, going soft with pleasure, was replaced with another no-fur. Another face that had tried to make him believe that he was feeling pleasure. Another no-fur rocked his hips up to take all of Hades's cock, locking his legs around the tom's waist in a desperate need to be filled with his seed.Like most toms, Hades had been raised by his sire to understand that no-furs existed for a very specific set of reasons. They were meant for fucking and breeding. They existed to be used by toms.But even more than that, Hades and all other young toms were taught that no-furs were h