Castiel lands in the shady clearing with a sigh. It’s been a long flight back to his home flock from his blessings assignment and he’s still got at least another day’s travel left. If he were from the flocks of higher ranks it would be much easier, he thinks, since they’re so much larger it probably would only take them a couple days flight to travel the same distance that takes him eight suns. He sits down on a rocky outcrop and spreads his tired wings out to rest in the sun before he grooms them. It’s a pleasant day and he yawns against his will, eyes drooping.
A short nap before finding a place to nest for the night wouldn’t hurt.
He wakes with a start a while later. Squinting at the sky visible through the trees he can see that not too much time has passed. Satisfied, he turns and sets to grooming his wings back into order. He’s halfway through the first one when a rustle in the forest snaps his head up.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” A low voice practically purrs.
The bare torso of a man leans against a tree a mere wingspan away from him. Castiel looks carefully at him, his breath catching as he notices the scales that blend nearly perfectly with the greenery. A naga. He’s never met one before but the tales….. He looks back at the naga’s face to find him grinning. Cas risks a glance at the trees above them to see how quickly he’d be able to navigate the branches. His wings tense in anticipation of fleeing as he and the naga stare at each other.
He bolts, but the naga is quick, launching from the tree line and propelling himself high enough to snatch the angel right out of the air. Cas struggles against the strong arms holding him, thrashing with his legs and wings, but it’s like fighting against iron rods. The naga simply pulls him tighter, a loop of his muscular tail coiling up to pin Cas’s legs down. He leans in and takes a deep breath behind Cas’s ear. His tongue darts out and licks a hot trail on his neck. The naga chuckles as the angel whimpers.
“Let me go.” Cas tries to demand, but his voice shakes. One of the naga’s hands drags up his body to cup loosely at his throat.
“Oh no, pretty angel, I won’t be doing that. I’ll be giving you a new purpose in life.” He licks against more purposefully at the crux of Cas’s throat. “It’s a shame I won’t be hearing your voice more after this, but for when you scream it out, my name is Dean.”
“Scream?” Terror shoots through the angel. He can feel the saliva cover skin slowly going numb.
“Ohh, yesssss.” The naga hisses. Then he strikes.
Cas screams as needle sharp teeth sink into the meat of his shoulder. It feels like he’s pierced to the bone. A slow burn spreads from where Dean has his teeth buried as venom begins to seem into his system. Cas thrashes and cries at the pain as best he can, but Dean holds him firmly. When his muscles start to go lax Dean pulls his teeth free of his shoulder, licking at the punctures.
“Gorgeous.” He murmurs.
He turns Cas in his hold to face him once the angel is limp as a ragdoll. Dean strokes at the angel’s loose jaw, watching in pleasure as the pretty little thing’s eyes go hazy and his mouth goes slack and drooling. He pushes two fingers into the wet heat, slowly f*cking the angel’s plump lips. He adds a third, then turns them to pull the angel’s mouth wide. Dean watches as the captivating creature drools around his fingers for a while. Then he leans in and presses his tongue in to take his finger’s place. The tips reach where his fingers had, then stretches further. By the time he seals their lips together, the angel would be choking on the depth of his tongue buried deep into his throat, if angels could choke. He guesses that the full length of his tongue would be as long as the little angel’s leg and as thick as his wrist. He kisses the unresponsive angel’s sweet mouth and f*cks him with his tongue, moaning at the slick warmth. He can already feel his co*cks bulging in anticipation. Pulling the angel’s mouth flush to his, he releases his venom again, tongue-f*cking it down the angel’s throat.
Cas twitches minutely as he feels the sweet burn of the naga’s venom begin to fill him from the inside out. It sends a tingling heat through his body, building and building until he feels he might burst. Then it twists sharply, like someone has reached into his belly and taken a fistful of his innards. His scream is all but lost to the thickness of the flesh filling his mouth. More venom pours down his throat and all he can do is lay there and be filled and filled and filled.
/
Dean slowly pulls away from his prey’s mouth, tongue sliding out reluctantly with a deliciously long, slick sound. He rips away the angel’s loose clothing to leave him bare in his hold. Tipping the angel backwards, he frowns as he looks between the angel’s splayed thighs. No, no, that won’t do. He sinks his mouth carefully around the angel’s little co*ck and balls, sucking tight to his crotch before letting his mouth fill with more venom until the angel’s entire external genitalia are soaking in it. He laughs around his mouthful as he feels the little co*ck harden against the roof of his mouth. The angel lets out a pretty gasp as he comes in Dean’s mouth, then moans as it continues. The moans turn to keens as Dean doesn’t let up, milking the little thing for all it’s worth. It will be the last time the angel gets to use it, he reasons, might as well go out with a bang. Finally, he feels the angel’s ball start to contract against his tongue. The angel’s dick looses contact with the roof of his mouth as it likewise starts to shrink. The angels screams at the feeling. Dean imagines it must be painful, but doesn’t really care. He releases his mouthful, watching the thin green venom mixed with the angel’s spend drip down between his legs. Beautiful. But still more work to be done until the angel is perfect for his purposes.
Lifting the sobbing creature a little higher, Dean sinks his teeth into one soft thigh with relish before doing the same to the other. The angel tastes delicious, but that’s not what he’s here for. Flipping the angel over, Dean sinks his tongue into the tight little hole awaiting him. He groans at the sensation as the angel’s body gives around him. He thrusts in deep with his tongue, f*cking the angel open until his lips meet the delightfully soft skin of his backside. Then he pounds into the little creature with fervor, savoring the fresh taste along his entire length, burying it deep as possible into the angel. Using his tail to support the angel, he slides his hands back. One finger, then two, slide in alongside his tongue until his whole hand slips in. Curious, he slowly pulls his tongue back as he pushes his hand forward. His arm sinks slowly into the angel’s spit-slick hole until he’s buried nearly to the shoulder. Perfect. The angel is taking to his venom’s effects beautifully.
Withdrawing his arm, he takes a moment to admire the angel’s f*cked out hole. The muscles twitch feebly as if trying to shrink back down. Dean gathers a mouthful of venom and kisses the obscene entrance to his angel’s body, letting it spill deep into the angel’s depths. Then he pulls away and shoves the end of his tail into the hole. He grins when he turns the angel back over and sees the thick coil of it bulging the angel’s stomach wide.
Dean checks the angel’s face. Still slack and drooling to be filled, eyes glassy and blank. His crotch is now basically smooth, pesky balls gone and co*ck reduced to little more than a small button of flesh. Dean lifts the angel’s crotch to his mouth again, using the thick coil of his tail to lift the creature's entire body to him. He licks at the now-smooth space between the angel’s thighs, slowly adding venom as he laves his tongue from the top of his stretched hole to his useless little co*ck. The bites to his thighs to prepare the space pulse hotly against his cheeks as he works. Slowly the skin starts to change, splitting and folding under his tongue. Reaching up, he begins pinching at the remains of the angel’s co*ck, making him twitch deliciously around his tongue as he slowly opens the angel’s body up further. The little creature has really taken to the changes like no other breeding capture of Dean’s has, body molding perfectly to become nothing more than a warm hole for his co*cks and eggs. He’ll be keeping this one.
The angel finally splits fully open around his tongue with a moan, the last vestiges of his former life and body giving way to Dean’s control. Dean is practically drooling venom into his body as the last changes begin to settle. He spits once more into the wet hole before pulling back to admire his work. The angel is nothing but a wet, gaping hole from front to back between his legs. The remaining button of a co*ck perched at the top like an oversized cl*t. Dean moans, his co*cks pouch throbbing.
His tail is still curled up into the angel- if he wanted he could now fit nearly half his body length into his perfected little co*cksleeve. He pulls his tail free, wet with his own venom and the angel’s newly given slickness. He sets the angel on the thickness of his tail, legs unable to even close as his slick drools onto his scales. Dean pressed his fists and forearms together and lines them up with the angel’s new c*nt. He presses forward and moans as the angel’s hole simply accepts the intrusion as he pushes in to the elbows. Curling his arms, he lifts the angel up slightly, the f*cked out creature slipping even farther down his arms as he does. He’s perfect.
Dean keeps one arm f*cked up into the angel to hold him to his broad chest before setting off through the forest to his cave. He presses the angel’s little cl*t against where his belly and scales meet, rubbing his against it as he undulates through the trees. The angel’s legs dangle around his arm as they move. Without looking down, Dean lets his tongue down, feeling around for the angel’s face and sinking back into his slack mouth to stuff the angel full front and back.
His co*cks feel fit to burst when they finally arrive at his cave. Dean pulls the angel off his arm with little ceremony, f*cking his mouth a few more times before pulling out of the angel completely for the first time in hours. He finds some binding rope and carefully sets to tying the angel’s arms and wings back. He tucks them carefully into a natural position against his back. How handy that angels come with their own handles to grip while being f*cked silly. Dean considers the limp angel for a moment, then rummages in a trunk. The long, thick co*ck-shaped gag is one that he’d gotten from human traders years ago, but it will suit his angel well. He slides the thick blue head of it into the angel’s mouth, gratified when his little hole starts to suckle at it almost immediately. He idly f*cks the angel’s mouth for a few moments before shoving the toy all the way in. He buckles the black leather around the angel’s head, stroking at where the tip of the gag bulges just above the angel’s collarbones. The angel just whimpers and sucks at the gag with lewd wet noises. Dean laughs. He grips tighter at the angel’s throat, the gag grinding against his palm through the thin skin. The angel’s eyes roll in his head as he works the toy frantically. Dean pinches his nose shut with his other hand, eyes dark. The angel twitches a few time, them comes with a gush of liquid in his lap. Dean lets him go, pleased, and the angel resumes working the gag immediately.
Unable to wait any longer, Dean grabs the angel and shoves him to the ground. He lets his co*cks finally fall free of their pouch with a groan. Gripping the angel’s waist, he sinks one into the loose, sloppy hole he’s made. Then he switches it for the other. When both co*cks are soaked with angel slick, he lines them up together and shoves them home. The angel lets out a muffled cry around the gag and Dean can feel him twitching around his co*cks, the wetness of his org*sm slipping over his scales. Pulling the angel down the base of his co*cks, he just himself just enjoy the tight, wet heat for a moment. Then he grips the angel tight, pinning him to the ground, and f*cks into him in earnest. He slams brutally into the perfect little f*ckhole he’s made with abandon. One hand creeps around to press hard against the angel’s belly, feeling the tight stretch as he f*cks into him over and over. The angel slides in the sandy dirt with the force of his thrusts, but it isn’t enough. With a snarl he yanks his little f*ckhole tight to his body and turns over. Wrapping his tail around the angel’s chest, scales rubbing against his peaked little nipples, and coiled twice around his throat, Dean slams the angel down onto his co*cks. He thrusts up to meet the motion of his tail, feeling how it clutches tight around the angel with every stroke downwards. Curiously, as he batters into his sweet little f*ckhole over and over, he feels an unfamiliar slickness against his tail where it’s slid between the angel’s bound wings. Pausing with the angel pulled down tight to his body, whimpering and twitching where he’s spread open around his co*cks, Dean reaches back to feel under his tail. The end of it goes tight around the angel’s throat as it lifts for his questing fingers. He finds that between the angel’s wings and shoulders is soaked with oil that seems to come from the angel himself. When he rubs at the space, the angel shudders around him and another gush of oil seeps over his fingers. He pushes hard a few times and the angels comes with a gurgled cry, pulsing around his co*cks. Dean grins. Pulling his fingers away, he lets his tail fall back along the spot. Slowly he works the angel on his co*cks, this time rubbing his tail purposefully along the same spot. The angel’s eyes roll in his head and he comes every few passes around his co*cks, apparently unable to stop as long as Dean keeps stimulating the spot between his wings. Gorgeous.
With that added bonus, Dean settles back and resumes pounding furiously into the angel. He groans each time the perfect little toy he’s made settles perfectly around his co*cks and comes right on cue to squeeze him tight. He has no idea how long it’s been f*cking his angel until he begins to get close. His angel has long gone limp, even without the aid of his venom, drooling around the gag in mindless bliss. Dean tail pulls tight around his throat and cuts off every few breathes he take, but it only seems to keep the angel even further buried in his mindless quest for co*ck.
Dean pulls him down tight one last time, reaching out and gripping his thighs to keep him locked in place over his co*cks. The angel sways slightly. He blinks slowly at Dean, not really seeing him, and Dean falls over the edge. He sinks his teeth into the angel’s shoulder just shy of his vulnerable throat as he unloads into the angel’s core. One co*ck pulses with come, the angel’s belly welling full as he spurts into him. His second co*ck pulls tight and begins releasing his eggs into his breeding toy. The base of his co*cks swells up and locks the angel to him, tight even in the angel’s f*cked-out hole. He sinks his teeth even deeper, venom welling into the angel as he feels the pulse of his eggs slowly filling his hole up. They slowly stick inside the wet, warm hole awaiting them, alternating with pulses of come as they’re fertilized. The weight of them pushes against his swollen co*cks, simultaneously pulling the angel further down with the weight and pushing him up with the pressure. Dean rubs firmly between the base of the angel’s wings to make him come again and again as he swells with Dena’s clutch. Dean finally pulls his teeth free of the angel when he feels himself start to come down. He looks with pride at where the obscenely swollen angel sits perched on his co*cks. He counted at least thirty in this clutch, it’s been several breeding cycles since he’d found a carrier for his eggs. His co*cks start to soften and he carefully pulls the angel off his co*cks. A final egg slides free into his carrier as he does followed by one last blurt of sticky come to seal the angel’s gaping c*nt closed, keeping the clutch safe and warm. Dean strokes at the angel’s swollen stomach smugly. He can’t wait to watch as the eggs grow and hatch.
Breeding season isn’t over, even if he’s replete with egg laying. Dean pulls the limp angel up, uncoiling his tail from around the angel’s body, Faint bruising rings his neck and his nipples look rubbed raw against Dean’s scales. Gorgeous. He unbuckles the gag from his toy’s head and slowly pulls his free. The angel whimpers as he removes the fake co*ck from his mouth, tongue lolling out in desperate need. Dean chuckles at the needy little toy. He shoves his hand between the swollen lips and the angel sucks at his fingers desperately.
“There there.” He soothes. “I’ll give you what you need.”
He pulls the angel’s face over his hardening co*cks and rubs it over the hot flesh. He grinds the angel’s wet face against the base of his co*cks, dragging the desperate tongue across his swelling hardness. Dean rubs the angel’s face against his dicks until his mouth is aligned with the fat head of one. He isn’t sure if the girth will even fit into the angel’s mouth, but pushes the co*ck-toy’s lips against it anyway. The angel mouths frantically at it, eagerly drinking down the early leaking seed. Dean pulls him away, bringing his mouth to meet his own in a dark kiss. He leans over the angel, forcing his mouth wide open as he pours his venom down his throat once again. The angel twitches and keens against his lips, but Dean holds him there, swallowing his venom frantically. He twists his tongue between the angel’s swollen lips, propping his jaw open and pinning his tongue down. The angel gulps frantically as Dean continues to empty his fangs down his throat. Dean places a hand above where the angel is wide with his clutch and feels the burning swell of his venom filling the angel from the top. He continues until the angel’s body pushes back against his palm from being so full before he pulls away from the angel’s mouth. Immediately, he turns his little co*cksleeve to face his once-again stiff co*cks. He shoves the slu*tty little mouth down around one co*ck, groaning in pleasure as the head pops trough the angel’s throat and kisses the hot warmth of the angel’s insides. He f*cks the angel’s head down around his co*ck until it’s soaked then does the same for his other co*ck. Then Dean grips the angel’s hair tightly, presses his co*cks together in one fist, and pushes him down over both heads. He growls as the angel takes it, pushing and pushing down until the angel is kissing at the slit his co*cks emerge from. Dean reaches a hand to squeeze at the angel’s full throat, moaning at the obscene swell. He bobs his little f*cktoy on his co*cks a few times before settling in for the evening. He loops his tail around to keep the angel pinned down around his co*cks, rubbing once more between his wings to watch the angel shiver through yet another peak, lips spread around his co*cks this time. One co*ck comes wetly down the angel’s throat. The other stays hard and both stay buried in his co*cksleeve.
Dean falls asleep like that, fingers buried in the angel’s dark hair.
/
Dean wakes up slowly, his hand pulling on something. Blearily, he cracks his eyes open to see a dark head of hair bobbing over his hard co*cks. A slick sound comes from the hot mouth around him each time he sinks down into the wet throat waiting for him. With a groan, he bucks his hips and f*cks frantically into the angel. He comes with both co*cks at the same time down the toy’s throat, pinning the hole down to the base of his co*cks as he fills it with his seed. When both co*cks are completely soft, he pulls the angel off and tucks them away into their pouch.
Dean strokes at the angel’s face, pleased at how well the little thing has adapted to his new life. Reaching over, he grabs the abandon gag and pushes it back into the angel’s dripping mouth to settle deep in his throat. His own thin green-hued come continues to leak out of the angel’s lips even with the gag. Dean decides he likes the sight. He carries the clutch-laden angel over to the deep nesting area of the cave.
The iron hook over the soft nest is put to good use. Dean sets the f*cked out angel down on the springy moss and quickly ties a sturdy net to hang on the hook. He tugs at it to test it and once he’s satisfied, scoops the slack, swollen angel up into the ropes. Dean carefully arranges the tied wings and arms through the strategic holes and tucks the legs through the back of the net so that the angel lays on his back, head at the largest opening, legs and clutch-swollen belly supported in the base of the net. Dean pets at the angels dark hair, smiling at the blank eyes that stare back at him. The angel sucks mindlessly at the thick gag, still drooling Dean’s come. Dean pushes at the end of the gag idly, enjoying the wet sounds as it f*cks down in the angel’s throat. Then he lets the angel go, the net swinging gently to rock his little co*cksleeve.
He needs to hunt for breakfast.
/
Two moons later, Dean ducks back into his cave glistening from the refreshing dip he’d taken in a nearby spring, that had had the added bonus of a few fish to snack on.
“How is my angel?” He calls cheerfully, even knowing that the angel can’t respond.
He makes his way to the back of the cave where his egg-heavy toy hangs in his rope nest.
The angel has taken to clutching beautifully, now swollen to more than double the size he’d been when Dean had first filled him with eggs. Based on the size of him and that his sealed c*nt had begun to drip earlier in the week, Dean knows the eggs with hatch soon. The angel blinks slowly at him as he approaches, sucking idly at his gags. The long, thick gag Dean had used at first had long ceased to satisfy the angel’s need for co*ck, so to settle him he’d added a longer, thinner dild* that reached down into his torso alongside the co*ck gag, then a third thick one that reached just inside the angel’s throat. The angel’s favorite was of course Dean’s own co*cks, and if Dean was home he usually kept the angel sleeved on them, but he did have to leave sometimes.
“Did you miss me, pet?” Dean coos at him.
The co*ck-dumb angel doesn’t answer and Dean just laughs. He reaches between the angel’s wings and rubs at the delightful little nubs that make the angel’s eyes roll back in his head in pleasure. Dean keeps going until the angel has soaked through the ropes, dripping down on to the nest below, legs and distended belly wet with his own release. He lets his own co*cks fall free, slowly jacking them right in front of the angel’s come-drunk face. Dean comes with a grunt shortly after, come soaking over the angel’s face and wings and dripping over his back. He unbuckles the wet leather holding the gags from around the angel’s head and pulls the toys free to shove his gradually softening co*cks in instead. The angels sucks frantically at the taste of his come, swallowing down his co*cks eagerly. Dean groans and rocks the net to slide the angel on his co*cks. He gradually hardens again buried in his angel’s sweet mouth. When he’s close again, he grabs the dark haired head and shoves it down to the base of his co*cks, rutting frantically down his throat. He comes hard enough that his mating ridge pops, locking the angel’s mouth to his co*cks as he empties down his throat.
He keeps the angel there even after he’s done just to enjoy the slick warmth. He dearly loves his angel’s mouth, but he cannot wait to be able to f*ck his c*nt once the clutch are hatched. Dean has already decided that he won’t breed him again until the spring in order to more fully enjoy his new toy.
As he stares at his little breeder with heavy eyes, he’s surprised when the angel jerks and whimpers around his co*cks. He hasn’t done that since the first day Dean claimed him. Hastily, he pulls out of his mouth with a pop, dropping down to stare eagerly at the angel’s enormous stomach.
Nothing happens for a moment. Then finally a tell-tale twitch pushes out against the stretched skin. Dean shifts up to press a hard kiss to the angel’s slack mouth.
“Well done, angel.” He praises, petting his hair.
Dean kisses him again, this time shoving his tongue down his throat with a mix of venom coating it. He f*cks his tongue down deep into his breeders body, pressing the tip to the swell where the eggs are tucked safety away. Movement against his tongue as well bodes well for a healthy clutch. Dean f*cks his angel with his tongue as a reward for a while, reaching around to press between his wings again, the angel coming over and over as the movement in his stomach grows more agitated.
Dean finally pulls away, leaving his angel slack-faced and drooling venom. He moves down to look inbetween the angel’s legs. Sure enough, the seam of his long c*nt is wet with fluid that’s been locked in his body for months. Dean undoes the knot between the angel’s legs so that there’s no obstruction, then waits.
He watches closely as the lips of the angel’s c*nt slowly swell and start to open, dripping with the seed he’d sealed inside the angel to ensure fertile eggs. The remains of an eggshell is the first thing to slip free of his angel’s swollen belly. Then his c*nt spreads wide around the first of their young, squirming free. Dean catches the youngling and sets it in the nest with it’s egg. The youngling sets to the remains of the eggs with a clear appetite and Dean turns back to his breeder. Youngling after youngling slips free of his angel’s body, hale and healthy. Of the thirty-one eggs in the original clutch, fourteen survived to hatching, which is an excellent brood. Dean swells with pride as he surveys the nest full of his young. They won’t stay long, maybe a week or two until they’re large enough to hunt on their own and find their own lands. Dean carefully lifts their nest and moves the clutch to their own little corner of the cave.
His angel whimpers where he lays in the net and Dean goes to tend to him.
“You did so well, angel.” He praises, stroking through the sweat and come-wet hair. “I bet you feel so empty now with your belly no longer full of my clutch.”
He reaches down and gropes at the loose skin.
“Don’t worry angel, I’ll fix you right up.”
The angel looks at him with empty, teary eyes, mouth hanging open. Dean groans. Then he flips the net carefully until the angel’s splayed legs and gaping c*nt are facing him. Pulling the wet hole to his mouth, he sets to work licking into the needy angel. He’s able to sink his entire long tongue into the gut of him and roll it around to taste the remains of his spend mingled with the angel’s wet heat. Leaning back, he can’t resist. He lifts the end of his tail and pushes it into his angel. Dean moans as he just keeps sinking into the angel’s body, hole spreading and spreading around the thick of his tail. He gets about two-thirds of his tail sunk into the angel before he has to stop. Curious, he bounces the angel along the great coiled length. The angel comes instantly with a loud cry, twitching and squeezing around his entire tail. With a moan, Dean pulls free and buries his face into the angel’s upturned c*nt. He pours venom into the gape of his breeder, drooling and biting at the tender flesh to sink his teeth in to spread the effects faster. The angel screams as he bites his tender splayed thighs, so he shoves the still-wet end of his tail down his toy’s throat. Dean moves up and bites at the loose skin of his angel’s stomach, his f*cktoy writhing under him as his needle-sharp teeth sink into him in tandem with his tail spreading his angel’s mouth wide. When he’s finally satisfied, the angel is sobbing around the tail sunk into his throat, covered in bite marks from collarbones to knees. Dean grabs his hips and plunges his co*cks into his c*nt. He moans at the feeling of finally being buried between his angel’s legs again. He’d wanted to draw the moment out to enjoy, but finds himself overcome and f*cks the angel brutally instead. For once, Dean doesn’t even bother to play with the angel’s cl*t or the sensitive area between his wings. He’s completely focused on f*cking the angel full with no regard for his co*cksleeve’s pleasure. His tail plunges deep into the angel’s mouth, stretching his jaw full and stilling to hold his body down as Dean f*cks his co*cks into him. He can feels the venom working around his co*cks, the angel’s body recovering from being stuffed full with his clutch and tightening his body more and more with every thrust of his co*cks. He pulls the angel up with his tail pulling his head where it’s coiled down into his throat. Dean can feel his mating ridge about to pop as he f*cks the angel frantically, bouncing him along the length of his co*cks. With a shudder, he buries himself to the root and sinks his teeth into his angel’s throat as he comes.
When he finally comes back to himself, he tugs his teeth free of the angel’s neck and looks down. The unconscious angel’s legs are splayed around his broad waist, c*nt caught and spread wide around his mating ridge. His stomach pulses as Dean comes, slowly filling him up. It doesn’t swell nearly as much as when Dean got him with clutch, but still bulges visibly around his co*cks. Slowly he pulls his tail free from the angel’s mouth, petting fondly at his tongue with the tip as he does. Curious, he lifts the angel from the net and lets go. He immediately comes again as the weight of the angel flopping back tugs against his mating ridge. But his little f*cktoy stays stuck on his co*cks, swaying against his body. Perfect.
Dean undoes the knots of the net that had held his angel so well while he’d clutched, pausing every so often to shiver through another org*sm, further filling the angel swinging on his co*cks. Carefully, he lifts the angel upright, holding him to his belly, co*cks buried deep. He undoes the bindings around his wings and arms, then uses the angel’s unfolded wings to pin his arms and legs around Dean’s body in a wide hug. Dean uses the unknotted ropes to tie the angel to him, co*cks buried deep in the angel’s c*nt, now tightly splayed against his co*ckslit. He picks up the gags and cleans them off with his venom before pushing them back into the angel’s loose mouth and buckling the strap back around his head and tying his lolling head to his sternum. Dean tests the rope carrier he’s made slowly. With every move, the angel bobs on his co*cks. Bringing his arms down, he now also has easy access to the tender place between the angel’s wings. Dean grins, then lets his tongue down to lick at the spot, coiling and pressing wetly and relentlessly. The angel comes around his co*cks with a moan. Then again, and again, tightening and pulsing around his co*cks even as his belly wells full with naga seed.
Dean doesn’t stop tormenting the angel until the sun sinks down, tongue and fingers keeping the angel in constant peak until the moon is high. Strapped down as he is with Dean’s co*cks plugging him up, the angel’s stomach is stretched full with come, sloshing as they move.
Dean keeps him like that until the younglings leave the nest. Then he takes the angel out of the cave for the first time since he’d brought his breeder home. The angel jostles pleasantly around his co*cks as he makes his way down to the nearby spring. His co*cksleeve is bloated obscenely with come, his stomach almost pulling him up off his co*cks with the swell of it. The cool water is a relief from the warmth of the day as he dips his tail in. Undoing the ropes around his f*cktoy, he holds the angel to him as he sets them aside, then slips into the water. Dean undoes the gag and pulls it out of his toy to set with the ropes. The angel’s face twists unhappily at his mouth being empty, but Dean soothes him with a few fingers. He lifts them in the water until only the angels toes dangle into it. He bobs the angel a few times on his half-hard co*cks, then pulls him off of them for the first time in weeks. Come floods from his angel’s c*nt, dripping and covering his legs, clouding the water around them. The angel wails at the emptiness, making Dean laugh.
“Such a little co*ckslu*t.” He says affectionately, shoving a fist up to the elbow into the angel to pacify him.
They won’t be able to bathe like this. Dean frowns.
A soft whuffing sound on the bank snaps him around, baring his teeth. A centaur stands in the shade of the tree, staring at the angel in his hold. Dean can see a few more of his herd lingering behind as well. The centaurs co*ck hangs heavy between his legs, it must be rut season. Dean glances at the needy angel on his arm.
“He’s mine.” He says firmly to the herd, waiting until the leader nods in acknowledgment. “If you want to keep the angel entertained while I bathe, you must stay where I can see you and give him back unharmed.”
The leader glances back at the herd and they all nod in agreement. Dean eyes them for a moment. Then he bites deep into his angel, one on each shoulder, marking him. Then he lifts the limp angel onto the bank and leaves him there to return to his soak in the spring.
The centaurs chitter in delight as the leader snatches the angel up. Dean settles in the water to watch.
They drape the angel over a large nearby log and the leader rears up over him. The leaders horse-co*ck sinks to the hilt easily in the angel’s c*nt. This excites the herd and the leader sets to f*cking the angel. Centaurs are rough and care only to come inside their quarry, especially while in rut. Dean watches with dark eyes are the thick co*ck batters the angel into the sturdy log. Another one of the herd approaches the angel from the other side. The leader pauses with his co*ck buried in the angel as they negotiate space and then the second centaur rears up, slotting along the leader and shoving his enormous blunt co*ck into the angel’s mouth. They f*ck the angel back and forth between them, co*cks bulging into the dwarfed creature as they rut. The angel eagerly takes their come as they empty down his throat and into his belly. There isn’t even time for it to drip out of him when the next members of the herd slam home. Dean watches as all thirteen members of the herd take their turns with his f*cktoy. With their ruts, each of them go at least twice. A daring pair, balance on their hindlegs together and shove the angel down on both of their co*cks, the two horse-co*cks spreading even Dean’s co*ckslu*t wide around them. By the time they’re done, the angel is bulging and dripping with centaur seed.
Dean wrinkles his nose at the smell of it as two of the centaurs deposit the drooling, f*cked out angel back on the bank. They tap their fists on their chests in thanks and Dean nods at them before they turn and vanish back into the forest. It’s good that he spared them potentially f*cking a human, it’s irritating when they come crashing through the forest and upsetting everything.
With a sigh, he drags the angel into the water, dunking him to wash off the worst of the spunk. He pulls the angel into his lap and kisses him, tipping his chin back and he lets his venom flow. The angel swallows it down like he’s been trained and when Dean is sure there’s enough of it in his angel’s belly, he f*cks his tongue down the angel’s throat in reward. He coils his tongue deep inside his angel before letting him go to float in the water, caught on the naga’s tongue. Dean dozes in the sunshine as his angel sucks contentedly at his tongue.
He comes to when the angel suddenly jerks and whimpers. Looking down, Dean finds that the angel’s legs are caught in a tentacled tangle, slowly creeping upwards. Curious, Dean pulls his tongue out of his angel’s greedy mouth. He grips the angel at the sturdy base of his wings, supporting under his arms to keep him from being pulled under the water.
The tentacles creep higher, slowly twining over and covering the angel inch by inch. They’re a light, rich blue, with sizes as thin as a whisker to as thick around as Dean’s own tail. The angel twitches when they reach his swollen c*nt and Dean watches in fascination as the tentacles explore and then begin to sink into the angel. A good number continue crawling up the angel’s body, but most stop and slide into his welcoming c*nt. A handful break the surface, coiling away from Dean’s arms to wrap around and around the angel’s neck. A few smaller ones wrap around his nipples and pull tight, massaging his flat tit*. Below, the tentacles in his c*nt roll and roil against the skin of his stomach. Dean grins at the sight, pleased at how he’d created such a perfect f*ckhole. The angel moans, eyes rolling back and the tentacles twining around his throat squeeze and pulse before plunging down his throat. At least five squirm into his mouth to f*ck his face, while a couple of thin ones coil up into his nose. The creature starts thrusting as one, f*cking the angel in every hole together. It comes quickly, it’s blue secretion covering and filling the angel all over. It doesn’t stop, just continues to f*ck into the angel from every angle. It somehow finds the spot between the angel’s wings and gets as much delight as Dean over it, attaching a sucker to the spot and stimulating it relentlessly.
The angel twitches and rolls and moans in his arms, coming almost as often at the tentacle creature. Dean can feel his own co*cks pulsing to be loosed at the sight. The sun has sunk low in the sky by the time the tentacles creature finally pulls tight around the angel and comes one final time. Dean startles when the angel is tugged out of his grip, slipping under the water. He lurches to grab the angel back, but pauses at the sight beneath him.
The angel doesn’t seem in distress- the tentacles covering his mouth and nose seem to be allowing him the little breath he needs. The base of the creature has come into sight, and absolutely massive collection of thick tentacles protruding from the body. The tentacles quickly pull the angel down and yank him onto a tentacle as thick as his torso and wasting no time f*cking him on it. Dean takes a breath and sinks down to watch.
The tentacles pull the angel’s legs wide and wrap around every limb as they sheath the massive limb over and over again. Finally, the base shudders and the tentacles pull the angel down tight to the body, stomach stretched over the base tentacle. Dean can see it begin to pulse through the skin of the angel’s stomach. Then he frowns.
The tentacle at the base isn’t coming in the blue goo like the smaller ones. It fills the angel with round pulses that bulge lumpily in his stomach. Rage fills him when he realizes the tentacle creature is filling his breeder with eggs. He nearly tears it to pieces before pausing thoughtfully. The tentacle creatures eggs are soft and gooey. They would feel marvelous around his co*cks as he f*cked them out of his angel later. He settles back.
A thick tubular tentacle joins the ones at the angel’s mouth and sinks into him. It too begins to pulse with the creatures lumpy eggs, filling the angel slowly. They pulls him free of the first base tentacle and immediately move him to the next one. Two of the tentacles spend down his throat and six of the huge ones f*ck his c*nt and fill his belly with eggs. By the time the tentacles let him go to float back up to Dean, he’s positively round with the creature’s young.
Dean pulls the egg and water-logged angel out of the spring, carefully shaking out his soaked wings. He grabs his rope and gags before hastily carrying them both back to his cave.
He looses his co*cks almost as soon as they arrive, shoving them into the stuffed angel. The soft cool eggs of the tentacled creature roll pleasurably around his co*cks as he f*cks his toy. Dean can feel them bursting or squeezing out of his angel’s c*nt around him as he bears them down to the ground, slamming the full length of his co*cks in and out of the slick hole. For the first time in months, the angel scrabbles at the floor, wings flapping drunkenly against the dirt where Dean holds him down. He snarls and bites the angel wherever he can reach, teeth sinking into sweet flesh and flushing it with venom again and again until the angel goes limp. He shoves the angel all the way onto his co*cks, belly bulging with the press of flesh and eggs, as he grabs the ropes he’s thrown on the ground. With a hiss, he ties the angel up, wings and arms bound to his torso and he places a special few knots along the angel’s spine between his wings. When he slams the co*cksleeve back to the ground on his back, the angel arches and comes almost instantly as the knots dig in. Dean resumes f*cking him harshly, bearing his teeth in a grin as the bite-covered angel comes over and over again around his co*cks. He doesn’t let up until the moon is high in the sky and the angel’s spit and tear covered face is once again slack and mindless with pleasure. He comes with a roar into his breeder’s c*nt. The force and volume of it pushes the remaining tentacle eggs out of his angel. He pulls his seed wet co*cks out of his c*nt and wrenches the angel’s head down to shove them down his throat. Dean practically slams the angel’s face into his scales as he f*cks his mouth. He comes again, this time shoving in deep and letting his mating ridge pop behind the angel’s teeth, pinning him as deep as possible. He grunts as he feels the angel swelling with his seed, the eggs that had been planted down his throat rising and rolling around Dean’s co*ckheads. As punishment, he leaves the angel’s c*nt empty and falls asleep with his co*cks locked in his breeders mouth.
/
He’s still furious about the interlopers eggs when he wakes up. Dean f*cks the angel’s mouth for his morning spend, but keeps his mating ridge back this time. He ties the angel to a rock at the mouth of the cave, binding his bent legs up and open for his empty c*nt to face out into the forest. He digs a thick metal ring out of his chest and shoves it into the angel’s mouth, leaving it open and empty. He takes his co*cks in hand and soaks the angel in his spend, without getting any inside his greedy mouth or c*nt. Then he leaves to go hunt for the day.
The angel lays limp against the rock, the knots at his back lending a slow simmer of arousal with nowhere to go since he has no leverage. He tries flexing his wings, but they’re weak with months without flight. A growl sounds from the woods and he looks to see a large wolf prowling from the treeline. The animal half shifts to a man as he approaches. He whistles lowly and gives the angel a dark grin.
“Now, what have we here? A naga’s breeding toy? You must have pissed him off terribly to be left for the forest like this. But it’s our luck today.” He whistles loudly and a pack of wolves appears silently from the woods. “slu*t on the rocks was left out by the naga for free use today, take your fill.”
The werewolf walks up to him, heavy co*ck sliding free from his fur’s legs. He wastes no time in f*cking into the angel’s mouth, panting. His eyes widen in surprise as he sinks farther and farther into the angel’s throat to the root. Then he growls, pulls back to yank the metal ring out of his mouth, and f*cks into his face with zeal.
One of the other wolves lurches up on it’s back legs to push it’s co*ck into the angel’s c*nt. Their co*cks swell as they f*ck, larger and larger with each pass. They come with howls, round knots popping in the angel’s holes. The angel looses count of how many of the pack have him. He’s sure many come back more than once. All he knows is that by the time they leave he’s swollen and leaking wolf seed all over. The last one pushes the ring back into his mouth and pats his cheek as he begins drooling their come.
A trio of fauns follows shortly after, snorting and laughing as they eye him cautiously. The largest of the three finally decides to approach and when nothing happens the other two follow. The first faun pokes his distended stomach curiously, eyes gleaming when the angel moans and a gush of seed spills from between his legs. He grabs the angel’s stomach with both hands and begins massaging it mercilessly. The angel moans and twists as come slides out of him, drenching his legs. When the faun seems satisfied with this work, he gestures to the other two. The smallest one immediately hops nimbly up the rock to crouch over the angel’s face, quickly settling in to f*ck his mouth. The other two take turns f*cking his c*nt. The angel has no idea how long the trio uses him for. The one at his mouth comes at least ten times before softening and the bigger fauns go for even longer. Eventually they tire out and slip free from his body before ambling off into the forest.
He begins to lose track of how many creatures wander through the clearing to use him. A massive wildcat with spines along it’s co*ck makes him yowl. An imp licks at him until the skin between his legs feels raw. A centaur that hadn’t been with the herd the day before f*cks him twice. A creature made of oozing slime that he cannot name and never wants to see again slowly sinks it’s entire mass into him, twisting and writhing inside of him for what feels like hours. But the worst is late in the day when the sun begins to shine down through the trees.
Another angel lands in the clearing, sharp silver wings snapping tight to his back as he looks around. When his eyes land on the angel bound to the rock, his eyes go wide.
“We were wondering what had caused such unusual behavior in this are of the woods.” He approaches and the name Ishim drifts across the angel’s scattered mind. “God almighty.”
Ishim grips his hair and lifts his head to examine him closer. He glances at the wings pressed against the rock.
“So this is what became of you, Castiel.” He tuts in disappointment. “whor* to the forest and a naga’s pet.”
The angel blinks slowly. He thinks he was Castiel once. Maybe. He isn’t sure anymore, it feels as if he has always been with Dean. Ishim glances around before his hands go to his robes.
“Well, no one’s around and you seem to be open to the public, Castiel, so don’t mind if I do.”
The other angel grips his hips and shoves his co*ck into him with a grunt. He f*cks him leisurely, stroking fingers through his feathers before twisting them cruelly. Ishim smiles coldly as the smaller angel screams.
“You’re a disgrace.” He pants as he f*cks into him harder. “Just look at you. I always thought you’d be a good f*ck, but I’d never pegged you for a slu*t and a whor*, Castiel.”
Ishim comes with a groan and pulls out of the angel’s sloppy c*nt. He takes to air to hover in front of the angel before shoving his still wet co*ck into his mouth. Ishim uses the beat of his wings to f*ck the angel’s mouth, hands twisting into his dark hair and yanking sharply to hold him in place. A stream of filth pours from his lips as he does, shoving into the angel’s throat. He comes hard buried in the angel, co*ck slipping out and dropping to the ground as he recovers. Tears are pouring down the other angel’s face where he’s left it tipped back against the rock. Ishim snorts derisively as he tugs his robes back into place.
“Interesting.”
The silver-winged angel whips around to find the massive naga leaning against a tree, eyes tracking him. The naga unhurriedly crosses the clearing, tugs the ring from the whor*s mouth, and unties the captive angel from the rock. The little angel immediately collapses to the ground in a puddle of leaking come and tears. Ishim regards the naga coolly. He’s no inexperienced messenger with minor blessings to deliver and knows exactly what the naga is capable of.
Dean eyes this new angel with interest. He’s much larger than his sweet little angel and clearly knows enough to be wary of Dean himself. The angel clears his throat.
“Castiel caused quite an unusual disturbance in the forest today.”
“Castiel.” Dean tastes the name on his tongue. “That is what you call my angel?”
The new angel shifts uneasily.
“Yes. That’s his name. He’s been missing for quite a while.”
“Mmm.” Dean smiles widely, teeth gleaming at the angel. “And you never found him.”
The angel looks at the naga’s sharp teeth and coiled body and nods.
“Of course. Unfortunate for Castiel, that he was eaten by such a fearsome creature as yourself. It will be a shame to report to his flock to call off their search.”
“Yess.” Dean responds. “Go do that. Now.”
The silver winged angel nods jerkily again before hastily stepping away and shooting up into the sky. Dean watches him go. Then he turns his attention back to the only angel he actually cares about.
He scoops his angel- Castiel, he relishes the name- up into his arms and the little angel actually clings to him. Pleased, Dean doesn’t bother with biting him for the moment, even though he wants to. He carries the angel down to the stream from their spring and washes him off. He pushes a hand into Castiel’s c*nt to clean the various visitors seed out and pulls the angel into a deep kiss, flooding his mouth with venom. Castiel drinks it down eagerly, clear relief in every line of his body as the familiar sweet burn washes away all the others from the day. Dean carries him back to the cave and curls up with him in his sleeping nest. He tugs Castiel onto his co*cks and lets him slump down onto his stomach before pushing his long co*ck-gag into place and buckling it around his head. Castiel sighs in relief at the familiar sensations and falls asleep nursing the toy as Dean runs his fingers through his hair.
/
The weather cools and with it Dean’s blood begins to slow, the first sign of his impending winter doze.
He begins to prepare the cave for the season, clearing out the old nesting materials and checking his stores. He f*cks his angel in the morning when he wakes with him impaled on his co*cks before leaving Castiel bound and gagged in a fresh rope net while he works. In experimenting, he’d created a harness from his softest ropes that stayed knotted around the angel’s torso and around his shoulders. It gave the handy ability for Dean to be able to simply grab him as well as having thick knots set firmly between the angel’s bound wings stimulating his pleasure glands anytime he’s moved. Some days he flips Castiel to tie his feet in the air to keep his seed pleasantly filling the angel, stomach rounded out. Others he sets the angel on his belly and enjoys watching as his spend drips out of his hole. If he doesn’t have to leave the cave for the day, he straps the angel to his body and keeps his co*cks warm throughout. Finally the first snow falls for the season and Dean seals off the cave save a few strategic airways.
He yawns widely and plucks the angel out of his net as he makes his way back to the deepest depths of the rocky hollow, where his wintering hole is. He double checks everything one last time as he does. The angel lets out small wet sounds in his arms as his throat works around his gag. Dean looks down at him and idly presses at the base to watch it bob in the angel’s throat.
He curls up in his nest, the expanse of his body taking up the entire space as his tail winds around and around where he’s centered his body. Loosing his co*cks, he pushes them back into the slick clutch of Castiel’s body with a low moan. Gripping the trussed angel tight, Dean f*cks him down over his lengths, hammering into him. The angel comes when he tugs at the harness, then keeps doing so when Dean continues to grip it as he sheathes the angel on his co*cks over and over again. Finally, Dean slams him down tight to his body and lets his mating ridge pop, locking the angel to him. He comes with a sigh, watching with lidded eyes as his little plugged up f*cktoy fills with his seed. He can’t wait to see what the angel looks like when he wakes after weeks stuffed on his co*cks.
When he starts to slow, he grabs the additional length of rope he’d brought and loops it around Castiel’s ankles and wrists before winding it through the harness. He wraps it around his own tail and waist, binding the angel against him with his co*cks buried as deep as they can go. Once he’s satisfied with the ropes, Dean curls around where the limp angel lays. He kisses Castiel around the gag before removing it and setting it on a shelf. Then he resumes his position and sets his mouth to the angel’s again. This time he sinks his tongue in and in and in, winding it down the angel’s throat as he lets his venom flow. Breeder secured, Dean finally lets his eyes droop and settles in for a nice long nap.
Spring will be soon enough.
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