Egaran Stars - 56. Galen- Stretching Boundaries

He woke up to the sound of grunts and slapping flesh. Galen’s ears pricked, his entire body still a little stiff from the day before. It was nothing a good stretch would fix, but first he needed to figure out who was having sex. And maybe see if he could join in.

The tiger rolled out of bed with a quiet grumble, feeling every grip Iason had made, his throat sore, his balls aching. It was so worth it, but at the same time, Galen knew he needed to take things easier today.

Dropping to his knees, Galen stretched forward, kneeling as his body sprawled over the cold floor. He waited a few moments before switching his head to the left and repeating. As the tiger sat up again, he let out a satisfied sigh, some of the soreness taken away for the moment.

The Egaro stepped out of the bedroom, taking a moment to use the bathroom before heading into the front room. The sight of Daphne and Iason fucking each other on the TV hit him instantly, and Galen grimaced.

“Really? I told you I’m still new to vaginas and you turn this on?”

Reinard jumped in shock, wrapping his robe around his engorged member. Galen rolled his eyes, turning toward the kitchen.

“Don’t make a mess. Do you want the usual?” the tiger asked.

“Why aren’t you still asleep?” Reinard pouted, fingers scrambling to turn the screen off.

“You know there’s a volume button on that remote, right?” Galen smirked. “You’re lucky we don’t live in an apartment; the neighbours would be here asking for an orgy.”

He threw on an apron before starting breakfast, tail lifting coyly as he felt Reinard’s eyes on him.

“What’s the point in putting on an apron if you’re just going to be naked?” Reinard demanded.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to cover up your gift,” Galen said, his butt shaking slightly. “Come on, I’m feeling a little better if you want to give me the first cum of the day. In your current form though. I can’t really say I’m a fan of your four legged form. It’s… too similar to a certain Gaian pastime.”

“What, do they fuck their animals or something?” Reinard snorted.

“There’s a reason why Gaian gida is guaranteed clean,” Galen replied.

“Oh… oh ew! What the fuck?!”

Reinard looked like he was going to be sick, and honestly Galen couldn’t blame him. Gaians were gross. Well, the farmers anyway. Then again, there were certain families of fishers who weren’t too picky either. He figured he shouldn’t be throwing stones.

“Yeah, there’s a Gaian comedian who jokes about being a gida fucker. It’s nasty.”

He filled the Faro’s teapot, setting it on the stove to heat up before mixing his tiganides. Soon the kitchen was filled with the sound of cakes sizzling, the Egaro adding a bit of fish to the cakes for protein. He felt Reinard stepping up behind him, and the tiger glanced down at the fox.

“Morning, by the way,” Galen smirked, Reinard’s eyes staring at the Egaro’s butt.

He wiggled again, teasing the fox as he flipped the cakes.

“You can touch it you know. I promise it won’t bite.”

Reinard backed away slowly, shaking his head.

“I… I need to pee…”

He hurried away, Galen pulling the pan off the heat before chasing after the Faro. The tiger caught him easily, Reinard yelping as he was grabbed from behind.

“I think we have something in common,” Galen breathed huskily, lifting the fox into him.

“W… what is that?”

“Well, you need to pee, and I need to take a shower,” Galen murmured, his rod pressing against the Faro’s leg as he settled Reinard on his hip.

“I’m not peeing on you!”

“Why not? You didn’t have a problem with it a few days ago,” Galen said.

“But it’s gross…”

“And it makes me smell like you,” the tiger mentioned.

Reinard frowned, looking up at his bonded.

“It… it does?”

“Mhm. Everyone in the studio would know I’m yours. But before we do anything, I need to ask, do you have your word yet?”

“Would… would algaer work?” Reinard asked nervously.”

“Is it something you’d be moaning during sex?”

The Faro shook his head, and Galen smiled, removing his apron one handed.

“Then it will work. Now, about that shower…”

“But what about the food?”

“I took it off the burner; it should be fine,” Galen shrugged, carrying Reinard into the shower. “Besides, you’re making me thirsty, and I’m not sure how long that little bladder of yours is going to hold out.”

“You really like my piss, don’t you?”

“I’m learning new things. And this happens to be one of them. I like smelling like you. And I think I like the idea of a small fox in control. Kind of like what you want me to do, but less violent.”

“So… So if I said get on your knees?”

Galen smirked and knelt, his eyes staring down as the Faro unwrapped his robe. He pulled the fabric away from Reinard, setting it safely out of the shower before adjusting their position so the liquid wouldn’t hit anything outside the shower.

Reinard was chewing his lips, looking at Galen almost nervously.

“I… I can’t do it if you’re watching… Um.. turn around.”

Galen did as he was told, bending forward until he was on all fours. A moment later, he felt a warm stream hitting his tail, and he reached back with a hand, grasping Reinard’s rod to direct the Faro at his winking hole. He was definitely getting hard, the strong scent of the fox’s piss getting a rise out of his length.

“I love you Reinard…”

“Shh… toilets aren’t supposed to talk,” Reinard murmured, his stream faltering for a moment before cutting off.

The Faro let out a quiet sigh, wiping his sheath off on the tiger, and Galen got up, turning around before capturing the fox’s length in a moment of curiosity.

He could taste the remnants of Reinard’s urine, a bittersweet flavour washing through his mouth as Reinard squirted a tiny bit more in surprise.

“Galen… fuck, stop Galen… that’s not clean…”

Galen murmured around the slowly thickening rod in his mouth, reaching around to grab Reinard’s cheeks and pull him in deeper. Letting the fox fall away slightly, the tiger looked up at Reinard, a small smile on his face.

“That didn’t taste as bad as I thought it would.”

“Really? And what’s next, you want to eat my shit?” Reinard scowled.

“I don’t think I’ll ever want to do that,” Galen grimaced. “But then, I never thought I’d be drinking urine either…”

“I’m putting my foot down. You ever eat anyone’s shit, and I will wash your mouth out with soap,” Reinard growled. “That is fucking disgusting.”

Galen shrugged, standing up to turn on the shower.

“Honestly, I have to agree. It’s nasty. But I also reserve the right to change my mind-”

“Ugh, just stop,” Reinard groaned as hot water washed over them. “And clean your mouth.”

“What, you don’t want to kiss me?” Galen smirked.

“Not until your mouth is clean.”