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Borrin had a headache. But only one, thankfully. If both his heads had hurt, the day would have been really miserable indeed. No, the pain only radiated down the right side of his left neck where he had slept on it funny the previous night, and it hadn't gone away over the course of the day. It was an annoyance as he read the hurried writing scribbled across the Withertree bark, but not a distraction thankfully.

The informants he had embedded in Morano's territory were understandably on edge--word had gotten out to the general populous that there might be a mole, and rumor had it a hydra was on its way to question people. They would need to get out before it arrived--none of them had hypnotic resistance and would admit to all their crimes when interrogated by the creature. The problem was sneaking out when everybody was watching everybody.

A light tapping at the door drew the gaze of his hurting head to it.

"Come in."

His voice was deep if somewhat hollow, but he liked to think it still radiated authority. It had changed when he started morphing into a dragonborn a hundred years ago but didn't quite have the resonating base he's hoped to acquire.

The stone door creaked open on the heavy metal hinges and a succubus peaked into the room. Mally. Her eyes were a pale red and her hair an abnormal white, but the strangeness of her appearance was why he liked her. She was exotic.

"You wanted me?" Her own voice was airy as well, perhaps a higher pitched version of his own, though her tone was a lot more tentative than his.

"I did," he rumbled with his left head while his right continued to read, not looking up. The two consciousnesses were linked after all, letting him effortlessly pay close attention to two things at the same time. "My neck has been cramped all day dear, would you please massage it out for me?"

Mally quickly stepped through the door and latched it again, then offered a quick curtsy of her thin white dress. The garment was spun from drider silk and tremendously expensive, and she'd been incredibly grateful when he'd given it to her as a gift many years back. It was still in nearly perfect condition. "Of course," she said breathily, "You should have called sooner."

Notably absent from her words was Master, Sir, or some other honorable title many of his stature insisted on. If someone wasn't showing him respect, Borrin would act on that with whatever amount of necessary cruelty. But formalities were about dominance, not respect, and he had no interest in that. One didn't build a community like his with force.

"Thank you," he said, and that head in particular immediately turned back to the Withertree bark and the note scrawled on it. He was reading through two at once at the moment, and if he had a third head like a true cerberus he would be reading three, wanting to get through the pile as fast as possible. Many of these would need to be replied to, or some action take to help get the informants out.

The thought made him sick. This was going to be a massive hassle indeed, and quite the setback. He'd spent decades getting these hellions embedded in Morano's military, and all this progress was going to be lost.

If Mally was disappointed he wasn't offering her any affection at the moment, she wasn't showing it. Instead she just obediently sat behind him on his bed and gently worked the muscles in his neck with her fingers. She was patient.

He had gotten through six more notes when she got the first major knot out of the muscles in his neck, making him flinch in pain. She was gentle, but also knew just the right amount of force to get the kinks out when she needed to. Her fingers expertly worked through the fur on his neck to the scaly patches on his shoulder blades, correcting not just the aching point, but the whole area.

Borrin had the fur and scales because he was a hybrid. Centuries ago when it became apparent to him that he wasn't going to be able to do anything substantive through brute force alone, he'd decided a different approach needed to be in order. As a hellhound at the time, he had gotten out of the guard in the settlement he lived at and decided to do menial work instead, despite the fact that it had been humiliating.

Knowing how long it would take to become a full cerberus, he had instead opted to only take the transformation half way and grew a second head instead of two. The other chunk of power from his hoarding had gone into fire breathing, where he had then bridged into the dragonborn power web. The idea had been two gain a second head and the wings of a dragonborn, a combination which would have allowed him to join a military unit and manage it from the sky, while focusing on multiple things during battle. He'd long since realized his strength had been his mind...so why not have two, and the means to command? Unfortunately, he had miscalculated. It was hard to tell how far he had fallen short, but it must have been close because the scaly patches on his back were where the wings would have grown in, if he had hoarded just a bit more power.

Now he was working his way up to that point again, but his time he would wait a bit longer and secure his wings.

He set the note he was holding in his right hand down and sighed from the corresponding head while the other finished reading.

"What?" Mally asked, taking the opportunity to speak.

"Multiple things," he sighed again, tilting his head back to look at her. "I don't know how I'm going to get those hellions out before the hydra shows up and every report I get just makes things look worse. Falleion might not be very bright, but he does have a good idea every now and then. He's completely reorganized the squads and made it clear as to exactly why he's done so. One senior guard in every squad even if they aren't competent...he knows he can trust who's been around forever. Ugh." Borrin set the other note down and rubbed his eyes for a moment. "Not to mention the umbral scourge cut a path right through us a little while back. We're still recovering from that..."

Mally was silent for a moment but her fingers didn't slow their work. She'd almost gotten the knots out. "And what of the metal Thesuis promised us?

He smiled. He hadn't told anyone about that, but somehow she knew. She'd been reading the messages as well evidently. Borrin didn't mind, he tended to talk about sensitive matters quite freely with his housekeepers, and if she was keeping up with things as well that wasn't a problem. He liked having people to discuss things with.

In response he held up a note he'd read several minutes passed. A short one, but that's because there wasn't much to say.

"On the way," he grinned. "Should be here within ten days or so."

"That's wonderful!" she said, enthusiastic but still somehow subdued in a way only she could manage. "Don't you think that's cause to...celebrate...before you get back to work for the night?"

Lust tickled his mind, the magical kind projected by a succubus.

The grin found itself on his other face as well and for the first time that night he spoke with both heads in unison, giving his voice that deep, rich tone he wished each individual head had. "Why else would you be here?"

The two forks from Mally's split tongue poked out from between her teeth and she gave a shrill whistle. Moments latter the door opened again admitting another succubus. Unlike Mally, Priscila was a very traditional succubus. Her hair was jet black and of middle length with just enough wave to give it body, broken only by the two horns that emerged from the top of her head and glowed with a faint red light. Like Mally her skin was a rich red and had eyes like rubies, but her tail was the customary pinky width in thickness, and three feet long with a standard spade at the end. Mally's was a little larger, and her spade had some interesting properties. And unlike Mally, Priscila was already completely naked.

"Priscila was feeling a little needy," Mally said sweetly. "So I told her she could join us tonight."

Borrin's left head smiled at Mally with a twinkle in his eyes. She really did run the place when he wasn't around. His right looked at Priscila while he spread his legs and revealed his package to her. "You take it easy," he said warningly, "I called Mally because I wanted her," his left head finished, still looking at the white-haired succubus--who actually blushed when he said that.

Priscila took it without flinching because she knew fully well that Mally was his favorite, but also because she knew that two succubi at the same time could actually be a little dangerous. The residents of Borrin's home certainly could overpower him if they wished, but he was central to the comfortable lives they lived. Everyone he surrounded himself with knew better than to rock the boat. They had a good thing going.

The lust that had tickled Borrin's mind a few moments ago did so again, this time stronger and not backing off. A rumble sounded in one of Borrin's throats as he felt himself become alive with energy, minds fully waking up from the dreary reading he'd been doing and cock hardening with surprising vigor. That was another thing Borrin wished he had two of, but hadn't put enough energy into his draconic side to obtain. Fortunately one of the great things about succubi is sex was a truly shared experience. Whatever they felt, he felt, and whatever he felt, they felt.

One of his hands casually reached out and gently but firmly grabbed one of Priscila's horns, pulling her head down between his legs. She didn't protest in the slightest, dropping her shoulders down to the bed but leaving her ass poking up in the air, tail waving side to side idly. She started licking him, a long, forked tongue similar to Mally's slipping out of her mouth and teasing the tip of his cock while her own lust projections touched his mind alongside Mally's.

Mally, feeling what Borrin did through their mental link was not impressed.

"Priscila!" she said sharply, and her own tail cracked like a whip through the air, lashing Priscila on the bum and making her yelp. "You didn't come in here to tease us, get to work!"

The other succubus blushed deeply, the dark red color flushing her ears and bits of her neck as well, but she certainly acted on the command. Her tongue snaked out with far more vigor this time and wrapped around Borrin's cock, and then quickly pulled it into her mouth where she began to suck with the best of her ability.

One of Borrin's heads grinned at Mally when he felt Priscila's tongue play with his cock inside her mouth, then he grabbed her and leaned back a bit, setting the more dominant succubus on his abs. Borrin might not have had the wings of a dragonborn, but he certainly had the strength, and it was no effort for him to manhandle the succubus like that.

Filling Borrin's view now was the succubus in white, red skin showing through the thin dress that normally came down to her knees, the low-cut neckline resting on her breasts in a way that suggested she must have been wearing a pushup bra, even though she simply wasn't. Her girlish face lacked the mature beauty that most succubi had--including Priscila--but the excited gleam in her eye captured the emotion for him in such a way that the other succubi couldn't quite seem to. Her nails were naturally jet black to contrast her perfectly white hair which fell to her lower back and didn't have a single curl in it.

"Well?!" she demanded, but her voice didn't have the edge that she'd use with Priscila. Even Mally didn't go there with him.

"Hey now," he rumbled, speaking from both heads at once again. "You wouldn't want me to tear that dress off you, would you now?"

Mally shied away a bit as she grabbed the hem and gently pulled it over her head, actually taking a moment to carefully set it off to the side. She really liked the bit of clothing.

"Alright big guy," she grinned, leaning forwards with her breasts completely bare to him. Each one was big enough it would take both his hands to fully hold it, yet was perky as could be. "Time for a snack."

Like many hundred times before, her nipples basically fell right into his mouths. His mouths clamped around them instantly, tongues licking them several times before he started suckling, and was overjoyed when they went hard almost instantly. What was even better though was to feel it from Mally's perspective.

Her tits were absolutely alight with pleasure. She threw her head back and gave a soft moan as what most women would consider an orgasm passed over her, but to the succubus it was just the beginning. Her body could and would go so much further than this. The joy from what Mally had just felt had distracted Priscila for a moment, who was just lying there on her belly with Borrin's cock in her mouth, but a light brush from his tail and she got back to work. Her turn would come and she knew it.

Borrin's own tail was fluffy and not very useful for much other than cuddling, but when her dragged it between Priscila's legs, she quickly took the hint and put her own, more dexterous tail to work. The spade slipped between Mally's legs and stayed there for a moment, quivering before diving deeper into the succubus. At this point, the three of them were one, and everything someone felt, the others did too. It was important to get to this stage quickly, or the feedback from feeling what others felt in a desynchronized way could flay the soul something fierce. It took a bit of effort from everyone initially and any of the three could desynchronize them at will, but once they were all feeling in unison, it made for some great fun that was actually harmless for him.

Once achieving unity like that, it didn't matter to Priscila that she was only sucking cock and that Mally was getting all the attention from Borrin, because she felt everything too. In fact, she renewed her efforts, working Borrin's member harder, quickly switching between deepthroating him and sucking his tip gently while her long tongue worked his base, enjoying the very feeling she was creating for him.

Above her, Mally was experiencing the joys that Borrin had to offer. Truth was, his heads weren't quite the same. His right was slightly more draconic and was the only one of the two that could breathe fire--albeit not harmful to anyone down in the umbral plain. The real difference to her however was in his tongues. The one suckling on her right breast was flat and wide, periodically lapping at her nipple in an attempt to bring her juices forth. His other head had a draconic tongue at his disposal, a long dexterous thing better suited for exploring between her legs, but still incredibly enjoyable with the way it flicked her nipple.

As the half-cerberus-dragonborn hybrid suckled on her tits like a pair of babes, she grabbed the horns on his dragon-like head and yowled as the first orgasm crashed over her--and the other two by extension. It was enough that jet-black cum filled Priscila's mouth and searing her tongue with an incredibly spicy flavor, and fluid began to spill forth from Mally's nipples. Borrin drank deeply from her, relishing the watery-like substance that came out of her in lieu of milk. It would evaporate as soon as it touched the air down here, so he kept his lips locked tight and sucked and sucked and sucked until she had no more go give.

It took minutes, the source seemingly supernaturally deep, and only slightly decreasing the size of her breasts. During that time, she had vigorously clamped down on Priscila's tail inside her and orgasmed and second time based on the succubi's doing.

When he was done, Mally was looking thoroughly pleasured, and the other two knew she was. With the other succubus in a stupor, Priscila gently removed Mally from her position on Borrin's chest smiled devilishly at him. It was her turn.

Her breasts weren't as sensitive as Mally's yet, but that didn't matter because while Borrin might have already came, that didn't mean he was done. His cock was still erect at seven inches in length, not included the knot at the bottom of it--Priscila's favorite part. So when she climbed onto Borrin's hips and slowly slid his cock up inside her, he wasn't the slightest bit surprised when she didn't offer her beasts.

Instead her lips brushed over his and her tongue slipped from her mouth into his, fishing for its draconic counterpart. He didn't give her what she wanted at the start, his tongue nimbly dancing away from hers for a few moments before intertwining and getting pulled back into her mouth.

Mally, seeing Borrin making out with Priscila while she worked his cock with rising intensity, wasted no time in involving herself again. She fervently locked jaws with the two-headed man so he was making out with both of them at once. Borrin made a point not to give her any more attention than that, keeping his hands playing over Priscila's own immaculate body, but the other succubus didn't seem to mind Mally's intrusion. As she thrust his cock deep into her again, the knot bumping against her clit, one of her hands slipped down between Mally's legs and fingered her expertly.

Mally moaned lightly, wanting the dick that Priscila was monopolizing, and came onto Borrin with renewed aggression, as if that would make him switch to her. When he didn't, she contented herself by putting one arm over the back of his shoulders, the other working her clit while Priscila's fingers were slipped up deeper inside her. Borrin could feel every moment of it, just like Mally felt the tightness as Borrin thrust up into Priscila and the pressure as she slid down around him.

Both the women were leaning onto Borrin hard now, forcing him back until he was lying down on his back and giving Priscila almost complete control of the situation. From her position atop him her hands explored his chest and abs, fingers running through his soft fur and digging into the creases of his muscles as they flowed over his body.

She kept the embrace up for another minute before backing off in sync with Mally, sitting atop him and really starting to work his cock with all she had. His hands were on her hips and her hands on his, alluding to how they had sex when it was only the two of them. Priscila didn't have the aggression Mally did and when she was alone, preferred things to be slow and affectionate. The white-haired succubus however was now pressed up against Priscila's back, her fingers groping the other woman's breasts almost casually, creating a pleasurable sensation but not anything like she felt when it was done to her.

Feeling that they were approaching climax, Borrin and Priscila worked together as he thrust up into her harder and harder, his knot bumping against the lips between her legs, once, twice...

Pop.

The sound it made as his knot slipped inside her was music to his ears, and the two of them came in unison.

It was just as this happened that a very poorly timed knock at the door happened. It was a series of heavy bangs--the knock of a soldier.

Borrin groaned in disgust that someone was disturbing him, though it was probably taken as a moan of orgasm like the two women gave off at the same time.

"Hold on!" he barked, then pulled the two girls close to him for one more kiss each. Mally giggled and Priscila smiled slyly, then he pulled himself out from inside her and sat back up to face the door, unconcerned with his nakedness or the smell of sex that hung so thick in the air. None of the three were ashamed of the scene, after all, they weren't the ones interrupting.

"Come in," Borrin grunted, and the door swung in to reveal a lowly ranked dragonborn soldier.

The soldier looked more than a little uncomfortable with his intrusion on Borrin, but he kept his eyes forward and tone professional.

"There's been a gorgon sighted sir. A couple folk on the outskirts sighted one...and several were petrified."

Silence hung in the air for a moment until the half cerberus finally sighed. "Well that's a particularly frustrating problem," he finally said, bile in his voice but not really directed at anyone. Sitting up and gesturing for Mally to move off the bed he got to his feet and paced the room for a moment. "Who knows about it at this point?"

"Hardly anyone sir. Do you want word spread?"

"Yes!" Borrin barked in a tone that was perhaps a little bit too harsh, though it was mostly exasperation. "It's a fuckin gorgon! Do you think we should just let people wander around ignorantly while it's in the area?! Hellfire man, this isn't the wildlands..."

The soldier's eyes stayed pointed straight ahead and expression completely neutral. "Of course sir. I've already had several messengers informed of their task, they're ready to spread word at your command."

A faint smile touched Borrin's lips on his right head. Yashmir was the soldier's name, and it seemed he had been thinking ahead after all. Good.

"The imps?" Borrin asked, and was happy when he got a nod in return. "Good. Send them out." Then he heaved a deep sigh. "We don't have many nagas at our disposal either, do we?" his other head asked after a moment. He'd given up speaking with both in unison again. It required a bit more concentration than he cared to admit to pull the effect off.

Yashmir shook his head. "No we don't. Maybe thirty in the whole region, and most are over a day away..."

"Tell the messengers that they're to return here at once," Borrin commanded, putting on a simple pair of thick trousers while he spoke. They were also made of drider silk, but from a different weave that was much stronger and rougher, and dirty brown from the years of wear. "I'll have them as the local guard. If we kill the gorgon by hunting it down, it's going to be in it's sleep anyways. There's no point in wasting nagas looking for it."

A quick nod from Yashmir was all he needed, and a small gesture of his hand dismissed the lesser dragonborn from the room.

"It's been a while since we had a wild gorgon," he said after a moment once Yashmir and turned and left, leaving him in the room with Mally and Priscila again.

"Over a decade," Priscila said quietly.

Mally glanced at her. Priscila had a reputation for speaking so little that everyone was surprised when she made any noise at all without being prompted.

"You were petrified once, weren't you?" Borrin asked. It was a piece of information he'd fished out of her many years back. The succubus might keep her story from the others who served in his home, but he made sure he knew nearly everything about anyone who worked and lived so closely to him.

She gave him a small nod. "Very early on when I first arrived, so I didn't spend long drifting."

Mally looked a little troubled at that. "Really. I died quite a bit early on but never to a gorgon..."

"A gorgon is probably one of the better ways to get taken out," Borrin said dryly, pulling the coat over his shoulders. Clothing was a thing of luxury in the umbral plain, a thing of status, and he didn't go anywhere without it.

Priscila gave a small nod again, finally getting off the bed herself. "It was basically painless, I'd hardly realized what happened."

"Well we still have to kill the damn thing," Borrin grunted. "Otherwise it'll cut a swath through our whole community."

Then he glanced back to the pile of notes off to the side of his bed. With the very real threat of a gorgon in the area, suddenly these didn't seem like such a problem.