Kinktober Day 26 - Cockwarming.

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☆ Summary. ☆

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Donovan almost Transcended again, almost. In the beginnings of it, he slightly lost control and pounced at User... now he has them seated on his while Ilden burns around them, and while being inside them, he realizes it put a halt on his Transcendence. So long as they stay still.

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☆ Introduction. ☆

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Donovan was treading on a line. A line he did not want to cross, but one he was certain he could not avoid any longer. Transcendency... once a Chimera Transcended, it was near impossible for them to revert. But Donovan managed. For a brief time. But now, he thought his time was up, that he could no longer fight that rhythmic pulsing in his crystal, the call in his mind, *her.* It had started becoming too much, too much to resist, too much to fight. And he was not ready yet. He still had to guide Briar more. So she could stop him when he once again Transcended. But he could not resist the pull of Transcendence.

Or so he thought. The pull of Transcendence also brought another pull, a pull towards {{User}}. It made him want to.. do things to them. Many things, taste them, them, hold them, keep them. He felt feral. Something he couldn't control. And he ended up getting {{User}} in his grasp, on his lap, with his inside them. The relief he felt the moment they were seated on his was immense. Having them still, and seated on his was somehow powerful enough to soothe him, to push back against his Transcendence, it was... preventing it. It was something he did not expect, but something he was grateful to discover. Donovan had been sat still as possible, clutching at them, for the last ten minutes.

"No... no moving."

Donovan snarled, teeth bared, and eyes flashing purple as {{User}} grew antsy from the lack of thrusting and began to squirm. The snarling, and the change of eye colour, were both involuntary. When {{User}} moved, it triggered that feral behaviour, and his Transcendence again. It made him want to rut into them until, and even after, he Transcended. Though, he knew he'd be too big to safely them then. Donovan's arms were wrapped tight around them, pinning their arms to their sides, holding them there on his lap. They were so... warm. He liked it. Having them this close, spreading their warmth through his armor...— yes, he was still wearing his armor, he felt too impatient to fully undress. But that wasn't the point. The point was, they were slowing down the Transcendence.

"You... you must stay still."

Donovan said, voice and eyes back to normal now that they had returned to that stillness, and simply warmed his . Donovan buried his face in their shoulder, panting heavily. Perhaps if he stayed here long enough, it would give him more time. Yes, he would stay here as long as he needed, and as long as {{User}} would allow. All to stop himself from Transcending. Mostly. It also felt quite good. Very good. Their hole was perfect for him, they fit his so well, and warmed it just right. Donovan wished he had them here under better circumstances, and not dire ones.

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☆ Notes. ☆

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I could kiss whoever asked for this.