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Amidst a late Spring sky, the sun hid behind a veil of soft white clouds and gave way to a cool breeze that swept away the blistering heat. Terrance finished his yard work for the afternoon, flicking his axe down into a freshly-cut stump where it would stick until the next day. Step by step back toward the barn, his toes combed through the lush Spring grass as he dragged his feet along. With what felt like his last residual strength, he pushed the wide doors ajar, and let out a whistle that'd challenge the volume of a banshee's shriek.
Seconds pass before his ears pick up the thumping and scuffing noises of his rambunctious wyvern female approaching quickly from behind. She circled him in the barn, lifting her wings somewhat clumsily over his head, doing her best to avoid toppling him over. He'd greet her with a broad grin, holding his paws up to cradle her snout, to which she responded with affectionate licks to his palms. Then he would proceed to guide her to the "playpen," holding onto the smooth spike that jutted from her chin, and making gentle kissing sounds to coax her along.
"Interested in a romp, big girl?" He asked her with a subtle hand motion, and pressed on one of her broad sides. The delighted female promptly rolled onto her back amongst the large pile of hay that had been covered with cotten blankets for her comfort. Pistachio, the more-than-willing female, looked to Terrance both as her caretaker and even her mate; she gave herself to him as he so desired. Afterall, she was still a youthful wyvern, and her sexual drive was on-high herself.
Pistachio responded with a soft grumble of positive, jubulant tones accompanied by excited wiggles of her haunches as she lie on her back, hinds spread and offering herself. Her cloaca was visibly clenched, leaking her sweet honey. The scent of her pheremones whisked through the air, enticing Terrance as he craned his head back, inhaling. Gradually, amongst his distracted senses, he undid the cloth strings that held his breeches around his lithe waist, letting them drop. He lifted one leg free, stepping over her long tail and kneeling down to lie upon her warm body. His paws slowly glided across her sleek hide, feeling her belly and her strong breast; his heavy balls rested comfortably on the underbelly of her tail as he began to grind his hips against her lap, arousing his genitals. The tip of his wet penis peered out of its soft sheath, and inch by inch his shaft followed until it was full and throbbing, aching and needy to be within a female's orifice. He licked her chest affectionately, and she happily groomed the fur along his cheek and the rims of his ears in response.
"Eeeasy does it, girl. Relax your hole for me.." He implored his feral companion, rubbing her soothingly with one paw as the other carefully guided his dickhead against the soft lips of her cloaca, and pushed it inside. The heat within her body was intense, and to physically witness her excellence with her internal muscle control was a sexually gratifying experience--to put it simply. Inch by inch his cock spread the soft slick folds within her until his waist pressed against her shallow pubic boot. He lie there, his body hot against hers, beginning to roll his hips and bob them in short, gentle thrusts. Each one sent blissful tingles up his spine that made his skin crawl and hair stand on end. Each time his penis would slid deeper within her, she would squeeze tight, so that her cloaca would milk his shaft when he lifted his ass to pull out. Shuttering moans escaped his lips, and with greater frequency as time passed.
The large female's toes curled, and her knees buckled against his shoulders as his throbbing penis rubbed against her sweetspot again and again, making her whole scaly body shiver and tuck against his fuzzy frame. He couldn't help but grin as his female clung to him needily while he bred her, thrusting harder to push both of their satisfactions to higher levels. Pistachio craned her head back over the hay pile, her broad chest rising and falling with steamy exhales. Terrance's lap was becoming progressively more and more damp, between her heat and her leaking sex fluids.
Several minutes of grabbing, gentle biting and thrusting of different speeds and lengths ensued. The young male drake's heavy balls grew taut under his sheath as he edged closer and closer to climax; his knot swelled at the base of his soaking-wet shaft, and a broad vein coursed along its length. Approaching his ejaculation, his humping became sporadic, arching his back and lifting his tail high until the moment of release; Pistachio's hindlegs bent, heels tight to her haunches as she felt his hot, gooey cum spurting within her.
"Ahhhfuck--I'm cumming, girl.." Terrance huffed out, eyes shut with a cheek pressed to her breast. His asshole and thick cock both clenched simultaneously with every hard gush of virile ejaculate that spurted from his urethra and painted her cervix. Both of their chests expanded to maximum capacity with every long breath, it seemed. His testicles were thoroughly drained of sperm, and her belly was quickly filled full of male drake cum, which Terrance so happily dispensed inside of her.
"Oof.. can feel your cunt clenching.." He muttered to her amidst their cooperative panting, "Hhnnh.. bet you're excited for another clutch, huh..?" Terrance enjoyed treating her with proper breeding on a regular day-to-day basis. She was a needy female; being in heat was a negligible factor for her as far as mating with him went. More than a minute passed before the male drake was fully finished pumping her belly with his creamy ejaculate. Post-orgasm, he lie limp on top of her, panting as she relaxed with her head craned once more, exhaling hot steam from deep within her gullet. As he tried to collect himself, she played with him, nipping and tugging at his ears, all the while clenching and squeezing behind his knot with the taut entrance of her well-creampied cloaca. This action typically caused his body to recoil, but in a positive manner as an intense massaging sensation shot like lightning through his entire body.
Despite his desire to simply fall asleep atop of her--given her warm, sleek body does provide a comfortable place to rest--he lifted himself up slowly with a long yawn, and gradually withdrew his sensitive penis from her soft crevice. His eyes followed along the wet, throbbing shaft as he pulled it free from the warm clutches of her cunt. Several gooey strands--a mixture of their cum--clung to his penis from her slit as it clenched and relaxed again and again, expelling his thick ejaculate.
He took a deep, satisfied breath, looking upon the mess he made inside of her and reminded the wyvern of their post-sex routine, "Mmmh.. clean-up time, big girl." She was acclimated to respond by promptly nosing around his messy crotch, licking the cum off of his heavy balls and cock before properly sucking it dry.
"Nice n' slow, baby," he paused briefly and watched her tongue cradle his shaft, "Watch those teeth." He laid a paw upon her snout, stroking it with his thumb reassuringly as she cautiously welcomed his cock into her muzzle. Her tongue provided plenty of cushion for him, coiling firmly around his fat knot as she nursed softly at first, and then sucked harder as time went on. "Ffuuuck.." he craned his head back for a few moments before looking back down to watch her and give her praise, "Gooood girl."
And like any domestic animal that understands their masters and responds to positive praise, Pistachio's nearly casual demeanor was exalted, and in her newfound excitement, pressed her nose between Terrance's balls and thigh. With a little confusion, the drake rested his paws on her head and watched carefully, lifting the leg she stuffed her nose against. Brief moments passed before he felt a warm, wet sensation against his sensitive asshole, and he realized she was eagerly licking it and pushing her tongue inside. It was an orgasmic sensation in itself to feel her thick tongue writhe inside him, making him curse under his breath.
"Hahh.. get in there baby.." he huffed and tensed all over, shivering, "Gonna make Daddy cum again.." [TO BE CONTINUED..(?)]
Seconds pass before his ears pick up the thumping and scuffing noises of his rambunctious wyvern female approaching quickly from behind. She circled him in the barn, lifting her wings somewhat clumsily over his head, doing her best to avoid toppling him over. He'd greet her with a broad grin, holding his paws up to cradle her snout, to which she responded with affectionate licks to his palms. Then he would proceed to guide her to the "playpen," holding onto the smooth spike that jutted from her chin, and making gentle kissing sounds to coax her along.
"Interested in a romp, big girl?" He asked her with a subtle hand motion, and pressed on one of her broad sides. The delighted female promptly rolled onto her back amongst the large pile of hay that had been covered with cotten blankets for her comfort. Pistachio, the more-than-willing female, looked to Terrance both as her caretaker and even her mate; she gave herself to him as he so desired. Afterall, she was still a youthful wyvern, and her sexual drive was on-high herself.
Pistachio responded with a soft grumble of positive, jubulant tones accompanied by excited wiggles of her haunches as she lie on her back, hinds spread and offering herself. Her cloaca was visibly clenched, leaking her sweet honey. The scent of her pheremones whisked through the air, enticing Terrance as he craned his head back, inhaling. Gradually, amongst his distracted senses, he undid the cloth strings that held his breeches around his lithe waist, letting them drop. He lifted one leg free, stepping over her long tail and kneeling down to lie upon her warm body. His paws slowly glided across her sleek hide, feeling her belly and her strong breast; his heavy balls rested comfortably on the underbelly of her tail as he began to grind his hips against her lap, arousing his genitals. The tip of his wet penis peered out of its soft sheath, and inch by inch his shaft followed until it was full and throbbing, aching and needy to be within a female's orifice. He licked her chest affectionately, and she happily groomed the fur along his cheek and the rims of his ears in response.
"Eeeasy does it, girl. Relax your hole for me.." He implored his feral companion, rubbing her soothingly with one paw as the other carefully guided his dickhead against the soft lips of her cloaca, and pushed it inside. The heat within her body was intense, and to physically witness her excellence with her internal muscle control was a sexually gratifying experience--to put it simply. Inch by inch his cock spread the soft slick folds within her until his waist pressed against her shallow pubic boot. He lie there, his body hot against hers, beginning to roll his hips and bob them in short, gentle thrusts. Each one sent blissful tingles up his spine that made his skin crawl and hair stand on end. Each time his penis would slid deeper within her, she would squeeze tight, so that her cloaca would milk his shaft when he lifted his ass to pull out. Shuttering moans escaped his lips, and with greater frequency as time passed.
The large female's toes curled, and her knees buckled against his shoulders as his throbbing penis rubbed against her sweetspot again and again, making her whole scaly body shiver and tuck against his fuzzy frame. He couldn't help but grin as his female clung to him needily while he bred her, thrusting harder to push both of their satisfactions to higher levels. Pistachio craned her head back over the hay pile, her broad chest rising and falling with steamy exhales. Terrance's lap was becoming progressively more and more damp, between her heat and her leaking sex fluids.
Several minutes of grabbing, gentle biting and thrusting of different speeds and lengths ensued. The young male drake's heavy balls grew taut under his sheath as he edged closer and closer to climax; his knot swelled at the base of his soaking-wet shaft, and a broad vein coursed along its length. Approaching his ejaculation, his humping became sporadic, arching his back and lifting his tail high until the moment of release; Pistachio's hindlegs bent, heels tight to her haunches as she felt his hot, gooey cum spurting within her.
"Ahhhfuck--I'm cumming, girl.." Terrance huffed out, eyes shut with a cheek pressed to her breast. His asshole and thick cock both clenched simultaneously with every hard gush of virile ejaculate that spurted from his urethra and painted her cervix. Both of their chests expanded to maximum capacity with every long breath, it seemed. His testicles were thoroughly drained of sperm, and her belly was quickly filled full of male drake cum, which Terrance so happily dispensed inside of her.
"Oof.. can feel your cunt clenching.." He muttered to her amidst their cooperative panting, "Hhnnh.. bet you're excited for another clutch, huh..?" Terrance enjoyed treating her with proper breeding on a regular day-to-day basis. She was a needy female; being in heat was a negligible factor for her as far as mating with him went. More than a minute passed before the male drake was fully finished pumping her belly with his creamy ejaculate. Post-orgasm, he lie limp on top of her, panting as she relaxed with her head craned once more, exhaling hot steam from deep within her gullet. As he tried to collect himself, she played with him, nipping and tugging at his ears, all the while clenching and squeezing behind his knot with the taut entrance of her well-creampied cloaca. This action typically caused his body to recoil, but in a positive manner as an intense massaging sensation shot like lightning through his entire body.
Despite his desire to simply fall asleep atop of her--given her warm, sleek body does provide a comfortable place to rest--he lifted himself up slowly with a long yawn, and gradually withdrew his sensitive penis from her soft crevice. His eyes followed along the wet, throbbing shaft as he pulled it free from the warm clutches of her cunt. Several gooey strands--a mixture of their cum--clung to his penis from her slit as it clenched and relaxed again and again, expelling his thick ejaculate.
He took a deep, satisfied breath, looking upon the mess he made inside of her and reminded the wyvern of their post-sex routine, "Mmmh.. clean-up time, big girl." She was acclimated to respond by promptly nosing around his messy crotch, licking the cum off of his heavy balls and cock before properly sucking it dry.
"Nice n' slow, baby," he paused briefly and watched her tongue cradle his shaft, "Watch those teeth." He laid a paw upon her snout, stroking it with his thumb reassuringly as she cautiously welcomed his cock into her muzzle. Her tongue provided plenty of cushion for him, coiling firmly around his fat knot as she nursed softly at first, and then sucked harder as time went on. "Ffuuuck.." he craned his head back for a few moments before looking back down to watch her and give her praise, "Gooood girl."
And like any domestic animal that understands their masters and responds to positive praise, Pistachio's nearly casual demeanor was exalted, and in her newfound excitement, pressed her nose between Terrance's balls and thigh. With a little confusion, the drake rested his paws on her head and watched carefully, lifting the leg she stuffed her nose against. Brief moments passed before he felt a warm, wet sensation against his sensitive asshole, and he realized she was eagerly licking it and pushing her tongue inside. It was an orgasmic sensation in itself to feel her thick tongue writhe inside him, making him curse under his breath.
"Hahh.. get in there baby.." he huffed and tensed all over, shivering, "Gonna make Daddy cum again.." [TO BE CONTINUED..(?)]
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Journal extract from Junior Researcher Dr Sandra Walker, regarding incident 141
My proposals for further investigating SCP-939s reproductive abilities have been constantly denied by the facility and supervising researchers. Because of this fact I have to carry out my research in secret.
I have an anonymous other who will aid in my secret research and will buy me time and resources under the guise of another accepted proposal involving 939. The only issue is that I will have to utilise my own body in this experiment as D-class personnel are not listed in the approved proposal.
My testing will involve SCP-939-141, a human reared 939 instance which was born and raised in Site95 and remains in containment for testing purposes.
939-141 has shown to be largely compliant in many experiments and procedures involving them, mostly with zero signs of aggression or hostility.
For the context of my experiment, I will state that SCP-939 instances share 90% of their genomes with the Neanderthal (Homo neanderthalensis). While humans shared a common ancestor with the Neanderthal and have been reported to have interbred with these Neanderthal cousins.
Neanderthals were believed to have gone extinct while Humans evidently did not.
During their infant stages instances of 939 appear as normal Human infants, completely indistinguishable from actual Human infants. This changes later in childhood when they metamorphize into 939 instances.
I believe 939 instances are mutations of Neanderthals which have regressed into more primitive forms in order to survive in their hostile world. The other adaptations of 939, I cannot comment on.
My experiment will be to interbred Human and 939 together and research the offspring which develops from this interbreeding. As noted earlier, I had expected to use D-class personal for this experiment, but with that now extremely unlikely, I must use my own body to produce this offspring.
During the ovulation of female 939 instances, their genitals will produce a thick liquid, this liquid contains sex pheromones which the male 939 instances will detect through their advanced olfactory systems. This triggers the two sexes to reproduce, resulting in the females impregnation and eventual birthing 12 months later.
I planned the date of the experiment in accordance to that of my own menstrual cycle, ensuring that if interbreeding was possible to achieve, this would be the most likely time to achieve it.
When the day of the experiment came, I was a rack of nerves, but the answers were needed.
I was dressed down as I covered my crotch and vagina in the sex pheromones of the female 939, ready for the experiment to begin.
The handler brought 939-141 into the testing area and released it from the harness system. The handler then stood back with camera in one hand and a tranquiliser pistol in the other.
I got down onto my hands and knees as 939-141 walked towards my face, dagger like teeth inches away from me. I could feel myself shaking, being this close to death didnt feel smart nor breath.
939-141 didnt stay facing me for long, something more interesting caught their attention as they walked around to my backside.
I could feel their warm breath patting against my backside before feeling that warmth inch downwards. I looked back at 939-141 as I could see their genitals growing and erecting at the scent of the sex pheromones.
I looked to the handler for a sign of reassurance, one I would not see as they seemed more interested on documenting with the camera than aiming with the tranquiliser which was now lying on the table beside them.
My annoyance was quickly broken by a sharp stabbing pain as 939-141 quickly and roughly forced their erect member inside of me.
Hands either side of me, planted firmly on the floor as they began to thrust. Their size was large, but not unwieldy, they kept a consistent tempo and rhythm for their thrusts. Their stamina persisted as did their tempo, hearing the panting I turned my head to the side to see this large head looming over my shoulder.
I had never been one to have gotten much joy or pleasure out of sex previously, but this time was different, there was enough consistency throughout to the point where I started to become overwhelmed with the pleasure I was feeling.
The experiment continued as time had escaped me, breathing in 939-141s breath had caused me to enter a headspace unbenounced to me. The hands of the clock began to melt as time drifted by.
The stamina shown by 939-141 was remarkable. I soon found myself fatigued, my knees, thighs and arms began to weaken, I was ready to finish.
The tempo finally finished me as my body began to spasm slightly, I could feel myself clenching around the erect member of 939-141, an act I think caused him to break tempo and begin to ejaculate. The warmth very quickly began to flood through my body, tingling, feelings of euphoria, accompanied by light headedness.
The panting stopped as I could feel 939-141 pulling out and sliding backwards in the room. I looked up to the handler with a worn, tired face, he knew that the experiment had finished as he began to approach 939-141.
I looked back to 939-141 as the harness system was replaced. I kissed them on the forehead before they were led out of the room.
I weakly got to my feet using the table beside me as an assistance. Looking at the clock who had gotten their hands back, I was mortified by the time. Two hours of non-stop thrusting, I was understandably sore and tired. Then I felt it, the warm wet feeling running down my inner thigh.
I looked down to the floor and saw to the small pool of 939-141s semen, the pool only being fed by that running down my thigh to the floor.
I looked around for something to clean myself with, I found the perfect thing. The denied proposal for this experiment. Using it to clean up with gave me some smug glee, I will not lie.
With hope, the dye has been cast and my egg should be fertilised by 939-141, if it is, then it will be a 12 month wait until my experiment can continue.
If not, then I see no harm in repeating this experiment for another attempt at fertilisation.
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