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The door opened automatically with a gentle hiss, the figure waddled in with a breathless sigh, he felt like he's been away for months. In reality it has only been a day, but it always felt longer when he was absent from his home and boyfriend.
"Back already eh Gahtren?" a voice caught the obese turian by surprise as he turned his head to the left and there he was, standing in the doorway with a smirk, his arm raised up over his head and leaned against the frame with his elbow. The other turian was the complete opposite from the much fatter one. He was bulging with muscle, with biceps on his arms that would stretch out like boulders if he flexed hard enough. Gahtren couldn't get enough of what he was seeing as the other turian smirked, came out of the doorway and started to flex in a what humans call a body-builder pose, or a double-bicep pose. If the flabby turian's blush could be visible, his chitinous face would be a deep red at what he was seeing.
The other turian brought his two arms up and began to flex both of them at the same time. His biceps really WERE boulders, with a cliff of chest muscle that pressed gently against his chin, mandibles flaring playfully as he does his best to please Gahtren. Veins could be seen bulging on the biceps alongside a grin. "Like what ya see hon?"
"R-Rork, please...!" Gahtren chuckled, "I come back from a mission to see you pushing your pecs in my face." it was usual of Rork to do this whenever Gahtren got back from having such a tough job, not that he was complaining, even if Rork was a bit of a narcissist about his body, he was damn good looking at doing it. He was even wearing a black, albeit tight, looking vest that covered Rork's chest and protruding six pack of abs. It showed off every curve of the musclebound alien. And somehow Rork had managed to fit into a pair of boots.
As Rork walked closer, it was clear that he was about a foot and a half taller then Gahtren, gently wrapping a beefy arm around the turian and pecking his cheek with a kiss. "Nice to see you too hon," Rork smiled warmly and chuckled, placing a hand on Gahtren's belly and rubbing it gently, "Lemme get some of these clothes off, you deserve some respite after a mission." Rork reached for the zipper to Gahtren's shirt and began to slide it down until his belly was exposed, he took off the buckle of his belt, the fatter turian's gut sagged down lower then it had been before at his knees. The muscular turian was gentle with his prods, as if he was careful not to damage anything with this process. Rork continued to rub Gahtren's stomach gently as he was sliding the shirt off under the piece of armor that covered the fatter alien's bulging set of moobs. "Want the armor to be left on hon?" He asked with a soft, yet eager nuzzle to Gahtren's cheek.
"Mmm... yeah... I'm used to it." Gahtren said with a relieved grunt as his stomach was able to sag without being held up. Rork noticed some bruises and minor lacerations on his boyfriend's belly, taking mental note of that, he moved around to Gahtren's back and started to take off his assault rifle, which was magnetically detachable without it becoming fully operational. Rork did this with some professional care despite not seeing much combat like Gahtren has, he held the assault rifle in one strong hand and took off Gahtren's pistol. Both of which he went to go put up in a nearby gun safe after punching in the code.
"All done hon," Rork came back soon after and wrapped his arm around Gahtren again, slowly guiding the fatter turian over to the large couch, "you certainly took a bit of bruising to your stomach, I'll get some medi-gel after you get settled in." He rubbed the sentinel's shoulder as the two sat down, Rork was careful to not touch the noticeable wounds.
"Ergh yeah... got hit good in a few places... but I'll live, heh." Gahtren smirked, which made Rork smile and kiss the turian on the cheek.
"No need to play it tough big guy, you got your muscles here to hold you close now, I'll get ya anything you want." Rork got up and went to a nearby medical cabinet to fetch out some medi-gel, and he gently started to rub it against Gahtren's stomach, the fatter turian hissed a bit in pain, but this was quite common.
"Keep pampering me like this and I'll have to place something under my belly just to keep it from touching the ground." Gahtren chuckled as he sighed in relief after that was over. Placing the medi-gel back, Rork sat beside Gahtren and rubbed the sides of his belly, with the fatter alien placing a hand on Rork's pectoral. "Heh, you've gotten bigger."
Rork smirked, "You know it, and I don't intend to stop anytime soon," he kissed Gahtren again, though this time it was more sensual, the two moved in to a mouth-to-mouth kiss. Rork mostly, so he wouldn't have Gahtren doing anything to stir up his healing wounds. After a while of kissing the two broke it off, "I'll get something big ordered in just for you, you'll be spoiled like a king while I'm here." He teased and kissed Gahtren again.
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And again this lovely picture alongside a story I wrote. Basically Gahtren returning from a mission and Rork just making him comfortable, some hinting at a possible feeding session later on down the road~ Rork takes good care of Gahtren, always does. <3 And yes lengthy story before I go to bed. xD
Picture done by Viola: https://violanarrayya.deviantart.com/
FA:
lewdbox
Rork belongs to Viola
Feedback is appreciated!
"Back already eh Gahtren?" a voice caught the obese turian by surprise as he turned his head to the left and there he was, standing in the doorway with a smirk, his arm raised up over his head and leaned against the frame with his elbow. The other turian was the complete opposite from the much fatter one. He was bulging with muscle, with biceps on his arms that would stretch out like boulders if he flexed hard enough. Gahtren couldn't get enough of what he was seeing as the other turian smirked, came out of the doorway and started to flex in a what humans call a body-builder pose, or a double-bicep pose. If the flabby turian's blush could be visible, his chitinous face would be a deep red at what he was seeing.
The other turian brought his two arms up and began to flex both of them at the same time. His biceps really WERE boulders, with a cliff of chest muscle that pressed gently against his chin, mandibles flaring playfully as he does his best to please Gahtren. Veins could be seen bulging on the biceps alongside a grin. "Like what ya see hon?"
"R-Rork, please...!" Gahtren chuckled, "I come back from a mission to see you pushing your pecs in my face." it was usual of Rork to do this whenever Gahtren got back from having such a tough job, not that he was complaining, even if Rork was a bit of a narcissist about his body, he was damn good looking at doing it. He was even wearing a black, albeit tight, looking vest that covered Rork's chest and protruding six pack of abs. It showed off every curve of the musclebound alien. And somehow Rork had managed to fit into a pair of boots.
As Rork walked closer, it was clear that he was about a foot and a half taller then Gahtren, gently wrapping a beefy arm around the turian and pecking his cheek with a kiss. "Nice to see you too hon," Rork smiled warmly and chuckled, placing a hand on Gahtren's belly and rubbing it gently, "Lemme get some of these clothes off, you deserve some respite after a mission." Rork reached for the zipper to Gahtren's shirt and began to slide it down until his belly was exposed, he took off the buckle of his belt, the fatter turian's gut sagged down lower then it had been before at his knees. The muscular turian was gentle with his prods, as if he was careful not to damage anything with this process. Rork continued to rub Gahtren's stomach gently as he was sliding the shirt off under the piece of armor that covered the fatter alien's bulging set of moobs. "Want the armor to be left on hon?" He asked with a soft, yet eager nuzzle to Gahtren's cheek.
"Mmm... yeah... I'm used to it." Gahtren said with a relieved grunt as his stomach was able to sag without being held up. Rork noticed some bruises and minor lacerations on his boyfriend's belly, taking mental note of that, he moved around to Gahtren's back and started to take off his assault rifle, which was magnetically detachable without it becoming fully operational. Rork did this with some professional care despite not seeing much combat like Gahtren has, he held the assault rifle in one strong hand and took off Gahtren's pistol. Both of which he went to go put up in a nearby gun safe after punching in the code.
"All done hon," Rork came back soon after and wrapped his arm around Gahtren again, slowly guiding the fatter turian over to the large couch, "you certainly took a bit of bruising to your stomach, I'll get some medi-gel after you get settled in." He rubbed the sentinel's shoulder as the two sat down, Rork was careful to not touch the noticeable wounds.
"Ergh yeah... got hit good in a few places... but I'll live, heh." Gahtren smirked, which made Rork smile and kiss the turian on the cheek.
"No need to play it tough big guy, you got your muscles here to hold you close now, I'll get ya anything you want." Rork got up and went to a nearby medical cabinet to fetch out some medi-gel, and he gently started to rub it against Gahtren's stomach, the fatter turian hissed a bit in pain, but this was quite common.
"Keep pampering me like this and I'll have to place something under my belly just to keep it from touching the ground." Gahtren chuckled as he sighed in relief after that was over. Placing the medi-gel back, Rork sat beside Gahtren and rubbed the sides of his belly, with the fatter alien placing a hand on Rork's pectoral. "Heh, you've gotten bigger."
Rork smirked, "You know it, and I don't intend to stop anytime soon," he kissed Gahtren again, though this time it was more sensual, the two moved in to a mouth-to-mouth kiss. Rork mostly, so he wouldn't have Gahtren doing anything to stir up his healing wounds. After a while of kissing the two broke it off, "I'll get something big ordered in just for you, you'll be spoiled like a king while I'm here." He teased and kissed Gahtren again.
_____________________________________________________
And again this lovely picture alongside a story I wrote. Basically Gahtren returning from a mission and Rork just making him comfortable, some hinting at a possible feeding session later on down the road~ Rork takes good care of Gahtren, always does. <3 And yes lengthy story before I go to bed. xD
Picture done by Viola: https://violanarrayya.deviantart.com/
FA:
lewdboxRork belongs to Viola
Feedback is appreciated!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Alien (Other)
Size 1280 x 915px
File Size 144.2 kB
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