John sat up slowly on the cool stone floor of his office, the hard surface pressing into his doughy thighs and sending a faint ache up through his lower back.
His old fat body felt heavy again, familiar in the worst way, the soft roll of his belly shifting as he moved. Selio was already straddling him, the hybrid's sleek gray fur warm and slightly damp against his skin, webbed hands resting lightly on John's shoulders.
The little guy seemed a little better now, nose twitching as he leaned in close and sniffed along John's neck, then his cheek, then down to his chest, taking in the scent like he was double-checking that this really was his friend and not some stranger wearing the wrong skin.
Each inhale came soft and quick, warm breath ghosting over John's collarbone, carrying the faint clean smell of river water and fur that always clung to Selio no matter what.
But then Selio's big ass started grinding down, slow and insistent, the plush weight of it rubbing right against John's lap in a way that made heat flare low in his gut. The hybrid's hips rolled in small circles, cheeks spreading and pressing with every shift, the friction building through the thin fabric still separating them.
John's breath hitched. The frustration from that entire 10v1 mess boiled up fresh in his chest, the memory of heads rolling, bodies vanishing in plasma fire, the way everything had slipped out of control no matter how hard he pushed. He had not won clean. He had died again, even if only temporarily, and the rage at his own limits needed an outlet right now, something hot and immediate to burn it all away.
He grabbed Selio under the thighs, fingers sinking into the soft fur and firm muscle there, and lifted him with a grunt of effort. The hybrid let out a surprised chirp, big dark eyes widening, but he did not resist as John carried him the few steps to the wide obsidian desk and sat him down on the edge. Papers and a half-empty mug scattered across the surface with a clatter, the sound sharp in the quiet room.
John's hands moved fast, shoving his own pants down to his ankles, the fabric pooling around his feet. He glanced down at his dick and frowned hard at the size, the familiar inadequacy staring back at him.
Without thinking he flicked open the system window with a quick mental command, the blue glow lighting up the dim office for a second, and dragged the slider until he sat at a solid ten inches, thick and heavy, veins already standing out as blood rushed in. The change felt immediate, the weight of it bobbing between his legs, and he let the window vanish with a satisfied exhale.
Before he pushed in he paused, hands resting on Selio's spread thighs, thumbs stroking the fur there in slow circles. He did not want to traumatize the little guy, not after everything they had already been through.
"You want this?" he asked, voice low and rough, eyes searching Selio's face for any sign of hesitation. The hybrid blushed hard, gray fur on his cheeks darkening, ears flattening slightly against his head.
Then Selio leaned forward and kissed him, soft muzzle pressing warm and eager against John's mouth, the taste of salt and something faintly sweet flooding in as their lips moved together. John took that as a yes, hands sliding up to grip those wide hips, and he lined up before pushing forward in one smooth thrust.
Selio's ass was so nice to fuck, tight and hot and yielding all at once, the plush cheeks spreading around him as he sank deep.
The hybrid let out a low, throaty chirp that vibrated through both of them, body arching on the desk while his webbed hands clutched at John's shoulders.
John started slow, savoring the wet heat gripping every inch, the way Selio's inner walls fluttered and clenched like they were trying to pull him deeper.
But the frustration from the fight would not let him stay gentle. He picked up speed, hips snapping forward harder, the desk creaking under them with every thrust. The sound of skin meeting fur filled the room, wet and rhythmic, mixed with Selio's soft chirps and John's heavy breathing. Sweat beaded on John's forehead and rolled down his back, the air thick with the musk of sex and the faint ozone leftover from the system window.
He forgot about the kingdom entirely, the crater, the dead knights, everything narrowing down to the slick drag of Selio's ass around his cock, the way the hybrid's big cheeks jiggled with each impact, the desperate little sounds he made every time John bottomed out.
He fucked for so long the world outside the office might as well have stopped existing. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours, his thighs burning from the effort, the desk shifting inch by inch across the stone floor with every powerful snap of his hips.
At one point he almost knocked over one of the triple monitors, the screen wobbling dangerously as the desk jolted, but he caught it with one hand without breaking rhythm, the other still gripping Selio's hip hard enough to leave faint marks in the fur.
The hybrid's legs wrapped around John's waist, pulling him closer, tail thrashing against the desk edge while his head fell back, exposing the soft fur of his throat. John leaned down and licked a stripe up that exposed skin, tasting salt and warmth, before driving in even deeper, angling to hit that spot that made Selio's chirps turn into full moans.
The first time he came it hit like a freight train, hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside, thick pulses that overflowed and dripped down onto the desk.
He did not stop.
He kept fucking through it, the wet sounds growing messier, until the second orgasm built and crashed over him minutes later, even harder, his vision blurring at the edges while Selio clenched around him like a vice.
By the third time John was shaking, legs trembling, but he kept going, chasing the release until it ripped through him again, leaving him gasping and spent.
Only then did Selio hug him tight, arms wrapping around his neck, furry cheek pressing against John's shoulder as the hybrid's breathing slowed into the steady rhythm of sleep. John smiled, one hand stroking down Selio's back in slow, soothing passes, feeling the small body relax completely against him, warm and trusting.
He stayed like that for a long moment, just breathing, before he finally glanced over at the live map still glowing on the nearest monitor. The destruction stared back at him in cold detail. Everything within like 160km had been evaporated, a giant crater over 10km across left in its place with every scrap of land inside it vaporized down to glass and ash. Shitt.
The scale of it hit him like a slap, the glowing red overlay showing nothing but empty black where towns and forests had once stood. What else is there to take over? He zoomed out slowly, fingers tapping the controls, and checked the other continents. All he saw were giant kingdoms stretching across entire landmasses, sprawling cities, fortified borders, armies that would take real effort to break. He was too tired to battle again right now, the fight and the long fuck leaving his muscles heavy and his mind foggy.
Ehhh lets just take over a goblin village or something.