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Here's another commission for Chobin, this time starring his OC character Gabriel. All other characters involved are of my own creation. _Again, it doesn't much match up with my usual fetishes, but I don't much care. Credit to freelapse for the thumbnail: _https://www.furaffinity.net/view/32389590/

Lord Pierves, the Baron of Brentry, was a man who had everything: his coffers overflowed with gold, his vassals were mostly loyal and trustworthy, and he had a wife who'd already borne him two suitable heirs. His estate was filled to the brim with servants and valuables, his larders were always stocked with plenty of food... but like any man with everything, Pierves gradually decided he did not, in fact, have everything. He went out to the capital, again and again, to see what lavish luxuries he could buy, each time coming back with more and more gilded finery, until one day, he instead returned with a most peculiar character in tow.

To the baron, this stranger seemed like all his fantasies made manifest at once: he was lithe, feminine, and endowed with a woman's nether regions, but he had just enough masculinity about him to tickle the baron's thirst for young men. Instead of skin, he had soft grey fur, and in place of hands and feet, he had the clawed paws of an animal; his rear sprouted a slender, furless tail, and his ears were the size and shape of a rat's. However, despite his rodent-like appearance, the creature carried himself with an air of aloof dignity even in the streets' squalor, seeming like some kind of exotic concubine. Once the baron got him some fine silks and fragrant perfumes, his beauty became almost ethereal, and when the two of them finally met in the bedroom, his skills surpassed the baron's wildest expectations. Despite only lasting a few minutes at a time, Pierves quickly became infatuated with his new pet, leaving his humdrum wife even more by the wayside as he drooled over the rat-like creature.

Gabriel had spent a little over a month as the baron's prized possession, and as on most days, he woke up on his own bed with the naked noble splayed out next to him. Since he didn't want to kick his wife out of her own bed, the noble had taken to sleeping in Gabriel's lavish guest room and had spent a small chunk of the night making love to his property. The rat could still feel the slimy fluids between his legs as they slipped off the bed, although it was hardly his messiest morning; Pierves had spent a good deal of the night just cuddling and chatting, enjoying Gabriel's intimate warmth. It's not that he hated it --the baron wasn't a complete bore, and he was pretty nice for a pompous noble-- it's just that Gabriel's fantasies involved men with quite a bit more stamina... and usually taking two or three at once.

His joints made a series of gentle popping noises as he did a series of stretches, briefly flashing his nethers at the sleeping baron as he touched his toes. Once he was all limbered up, Gabriel thought about re-donning some of the beautiful clothes strewn haphazardly about the room, but ultimately decided to just wipe himself down with a towel before heading out the door. By now, most of the baron's staff had witnessed him prancing about naked, and being a noble's animal-like pet afforded him a few freedoms when it came to nudity.

However, as soon as he made it out the door, Gabriel looked to his left to see a familiar sight: one of the baron's half-red-dragon guards eyeing him down the hall. Based on the way he wore his armor, he guessed it was Krivan, but the two looked so much alike it could just as easily be Rhogar. The former seemed intent on watching from a distance, either gazing or leering at him, while the latter seemed to believe he was some kind of criminal and followed him with an accusatory glare. Granted, Rhogar had read him right, he was planning on robbing the baron blind, but seeing as how the brute hadn't arrested him yet, he likely didn't have a shred of concrete evidence. Gabriel offered a teasing wave to the red-scaled bodyguard, who responded with a wink as the rat padded his way over to one of the servant's hidden passages.

Since the baron's predecessors had a habit of eating at all hours of the day, there was a clear path from the second floor down to the kitchen through hidden servant areas, allowing Gabriel to slip straight down for some breakfast. When he arrived, the only person in the room was a cook named Wade, a slightly handsome boy no more than sixteen whose face glowed with prideful loyalty. A few days after arriving with his courtesan, the baron had discovered that Gabriel liked to sneak into the kitchen during the early morning for breakfast and had assigned Wade to the task of preparing his pet a lavish meal each dawn. It was this meal that Wade carried on a sizable pewter platter: two slices of buttered toast, a wedge of cheese, three strips of bacon, and a plump blueberry tart. "Good morning, master Gabriel," the boy called out, swiftly setting the platter on a small table near the rat.

Gabriel daintily paced over, took one of the toast slices, and began to munch on a corner. "I told you before you could have the tart," he said in between bites, "I'm not too fond of sweets."

Wade's eyes briefly drifted down along the rat's nude form, then snapped back to his eyes. "Well, I didn't want to assume," the boy replied, "Especially since Lord Pierves-"

"Unlike his lordship, I prefer not to over-indulge when it comes to food," Gabriel replied, taking the tart off the tray and placing it in front of Wade. Of course, that was only part of the reason for his generosity... after being subjected to the horrors of peasant gruel, the rat knew a sweet treat could brighten an otherwise sour day, and he found Wade's small grateful smile absolutely adorable. "This is just between you and me, and if his lordship ever finds out, I'll explain I'm doing it for his benefit."

"I understand," the boy replied, "Again, thank you..."

"Think nothing of it... if I'm going to give such fine cooking away, it's going to be to the superb baker responsible for it."

Wade's eyes turned down toward the table as his cheeks blushed a rosy red, and just as Gabriel made off toward a different door, the boy began to reverently eat. On top of the courtesan's sheer beauty, the boy couldn't help but appreciate Gabriel's generosity. Only those who'd seen the filth-caked depths of poverty seemed to have that kind of compassion, which begged the question of from where the courtesan had come.

The next stop on Gabriel's morning routine took him down into the wine cellar, which had seen quite a bit of modification over the past few years; a great deal of the western wall had been hollowed out and sectioned off to make a giant cage, and a new tunnel led up to the surface. The haphazard enclosure was home to a small pack of guard drakes, keeping them from hurting anyone while still keeping them around. Based on what Gabriel had heard, they'd gotten imprisoned after their alpha, Tabbot, bit a guard in self-defense. Despite this, the drakes were relatively amicable toward him, and once they found out he spoke a bit of draconic, he quickly became their best friend.

By the time he'd made it to the door, Gabriel had finished his first slice of toast, and as he descended into the cellar proper, the rat could see all four of the guard drakes waiting at the bars. "Hey there, boys," the rat called out in draconic, "Got something for you..."

Tabbot quickly replied with a noise somewhere between a hiss and a chuff, a greeting that his packmates promptly echoed. Gabriel had gotten into a routine of feeding the drakes excess from his meals, partly because he felt bad for the caged beasts, and partly to build a rapport if they ever got sent after him. They were loyal to their master, at least as far as he knew, but they were smart enough not to hunt the one who'd given them oh so many treats over the past few weeks.

Once Gabriel got up to the cage, Tabbot sat down obediently in front of him like a well-trained hound, barely holding back his drool as his eyes locked on the platter. The rat then offered him one of the bacon strips through the bars, and despite his palpable tension, Tabbot gently took the piece of meat before gulping it down. The alpha then stepped aside, allowing the rest of his pack to receive the same treatment. Next in line was Pike, the beta of the group; then Chopper, third in line and first to ask for toast; and finally Baxter, the runt.

While Baxter savored his treat, Gabriel offered chin scratches and head rubs through the bars, showing the drakes an affection that was every bit as precious as the bacon. Despite their blue scales, the creatures sometimes seemed an awful lot like dogs... especially when Tabbot stuck his snout between the bars to sniff at Gabriel's groin.

"Whoa there, easy does it," the rat replied, moving just far enough that the drake couldn't lick him. "I like you guys plenty, but I don't think the baron would take kindly to having his property ravaged by his other pets."

Almost immediately, Tabbot respectfully backed off, making a similar hissing chuffle as if to apologize. A few moments later, the rest of the pack began backing away from the bars, and Gabriel had just begun to wonder whether they were following their alpha when a most unwelcome voice sounded behind him: "What exactly do you think you're doing?"

At first, Gabriel thought that Krivan had followed him down into the kennels, but once he turned around, he realized it was the more ill-tempered of the six-foot-five half-dragons, the one with a hate boner for him instead of just a normal boner. "Greetings, Rhogar," the rat replied nonchalantly, "I'm just sharing my breakfast." He then took a large bite out of the cheese wedge and offered the rest to the guard. "Interested?"

Rhogar hardly seemed amused, his glare as steely as ever. "What are you doing down here in the kennels?"

"Oh, I was just showing the baron's other pets a bit of love," Gabriel replied, "They're hardly aggressive, and it can't be good leaving them alone down here all hours of the day." He took another bite of the wedge, then added, "I'm sure even you need affection once in a while..."

The rat could tell his words struck a tender spot with Rhogar, but the half-dragon quickly regained his composure. "His lordship doesn't want anyone down here, not after what they did to Dirk's hand."

Suddenly, Tabbot let out a hissing growl, taking offense at being labeled the instigating party. Gabriel offered a reassuring glance to the drake, then began pacing toward Rhogar. "If that's truly the case, then you can go rouse his lordship and inform him of what I've done... doubt he'll take kindly to such a rude awakening, though."

As Rhogar rolled his eyes in seeming defeat, Gabriel made his way around him to the exit, but just before the rat got past him, the half-dragon grabbed his forearm and yanked him close. "If you try anything," he hissed into Gabriel's ear, "I will rip you limb from limb with my bare hands."

The cold anger dripping from his voice made it obvious he was trying to sound intimidating, but to Gabriel's trained ear, his underlying uncertainties were as clear as day. "And if you so much as lay a claw on me," the rat muttered back, "His lordship will have you neutered... not that you use them much anyway." With that, he yanked his arm free of Rhogar's grip and strutted back up the stairs with a smirk on his lips; he could practically feel the half-dragon's simmering anger, but the red-scaled brute wouldn't be able to do anything about it while Gabriel had the baron wrapped around his pinky.

Ten minutes later, the rodent courtesan was soaking in a hot bath, set up in one of the empty guest rooms so as not to wake his lordship. It didn't take long for him to get all the accumulated fluids out of his fur, but he still remained submerged... after all, today would probably be the last in a while where he got to have his own bath. He had the heist all planned out, what he'd grab, when he'd do it, how he'd escape... all he had to do was execute it. Granted, the two half-dragon nitwits might be a problem, but a slippery rat like himself could evade two lug-heads in a giant mansion.

He remained in the tub until the sun had fully lit the room with its rays, signaling that his lordship was likely close to waking, and in any case, the formerly hot water had lost most of its pleasantness to lukewarm temperatures. Gabriel gracefully stood up in the tub, taking care not to get water splashed on the floor, but before he could fully exit it, the door to the guest room swung open to reveal Wade. The boy was carrying a broom, but as soon as he saw Gabriel standing there, he let it clatter to the ground while his face flushed with embarrassment. "M-master Gabriel!" he stammered, "I... I didn't realize..."

"Oh, you've done no wrong," the rat replied with an absolving wave, "It's not like you've never seen me naked before. Just give me a few minutes to finish up, and I'll be on my way."

"Of course, sir." Despite Gabriel's frequent and casual nudity, the boy seemed more than a little transfixed as he clumsily picked up his broom... perhaps he was starting to discover some compelling new urges. Gabriel had seen that look before, all innocent and earnest... perhaps he should bring Wade with him when he left, share some of his plunder in a naughty little tryst. Of course, that held the risk of the boy getting too attached, and he'd need to bend his plan quite a bit to accommodate another stop...

While Wade got to work sweeping the far corners of the room, doing his best to avert his gaze from Gabriel's posterior, the rat began drying himself off with a towel, then got the rest of the water out of his fur with a little prestidigitation. The servant reacted as if he'd never seen magic before --which he probably hadn't-- but he didn't ask any questions for fear of revealing the half-mast tent in his pants. Gabriel caught a few of Wade's hesitant glances as he applied a bit of perfume, but he decided it was best not to do anything untoward while the baron was close to waking. Instead, he simply called out to the boy as he left: "Wade, get Karla to help you clean up the bath... she should have to do something to help around the mansion."

"I will, sir."

Gabriel then headed for his chambers with perfume and towel in hand, noticing a few more creeping glances from Krivan along the way, his gaze seeming closer to a leer than a glare. However, the half-dragon did nothing to stop him, allowing Gabriel to return the bathing accouterments to his room and stow his scattered clothes before rejoining the sleeping baron in bed. The rat made sure to get up nice and close against him, dragging one hairy arm over his chest while his hips sidled up to the man's groin, and after a few adjustments, it was like he'd never left Pierves's side. A few moments later, he heard the noble gradually coming to his senses and responded by leaning back into his body. "Mmmmm... good morning, your lordship." Gabriel's voice almost dripped with honey, a rare treat he reserved for the baron... and anyone else he was trying to seduce.

Pierves tenderly pulled his beloved courtesan back into his hips while taking a long sniff of his lavender-laced scent. "Good morning, my sweet," he purred in reply, "Sleep well?"

"I always do after a night like that." In truth, the night before hadn't been anything to write home about, just a few minutes of vanilla sex followed by a bunch of intimate chatting, but no one bought a courtesan to critique their performance. "Don't you have that meeting at noon today?"

"The vassal's moot?" Pierves let out a small chuckle. "I'd almost managed to forget about that... Sir Alvert will likely be whinging about his taxes again, and the Buforts always seem to back him up. I should probably get ready, no telling when those leeches will be here."

"Of course, your lordship." As Gabriel intimately aided the baron in re-donning some semblance of decency and got dressed for the day himself, he listened to the noble chatter about all sorts of things, from important matters of state to what they'd be serving for dinner. Of course, Gabriel asked a few questions here and there, but mostly he let the baron confide anything and everything he wanted to. In addition to becoming Pierves's sex toy, the rat also wound up as his personal confidant, providing an unbiased ear to listen to all the baron's woes. The man certainly seemed like he had a lot on his shoulders at times, though most of that was due to him being a mediocre ruler at best.

This went on right through to the baron's late breakfast, and all the while, Gabriel couldn't help but harbor a shard of guilt within his chest. If everything went well tonight, he'd make off with a good chunk of Pierves's fortunes before vanishing into the wind, an act that would likely drive a metaphorical dagger through the unsuspecting baron's heart. Granted, if anyone was going to get scorned and robbed by a lover, it should be someone with 50,000 acres of inhabited land and 15,000 subjects to console him... but that only partly alleviated the shame Gabriel felt. "When's the last time you talked to the baroness?" he absentmindedly asked, his nurturing intentions unintentionally breaking through his silky guise for a moment.

The baron's brow furrowed as he set down a half-eaten piece of ham. "Rebbecca? I... what makes you ask that?"

Gabriel was quick to realize his mistake, and with a little spin, he did his best to take the role of a submissive advisor. "I mean no offense, your lordship, and I'm in no position to judge your actions. It's just... I worry about your public appearance sometimes, your lordship. I don't think your vassals would be pleased to learn you spend all your time with a foreign whore..."

Surprise melted into surprisingly sincere concern on the baron's features. "Gabriel, you're not a whore."

No, I'm your pet, the rat mused, whores get paid by the hour. "They likely won't see it that way... and as nice as it'd be to have you all to myself, your lordship has stately duties to attend to that are far more important than someone you picked up at the bazaar." Part of him wondered why he should give life advice to some fop he was going to rob blind, but his more righteous side knew it was better than leaving too many strings attached. Who knew what would happen if the baron's sole joy in life decided to flee... he could collapse under his grief, or maybe even move heaven and earth to hunt Gabriel down.

At first, the baron seemed furious at his subordinates for daring to take up so much of his day, but after a moment's thought, he seemed to come to terms with it. "I don't want to leave you on your own to get bored, but, well... I suppose you're right."

"It's alright, your lordship," Gabriel replied, reaching across the table to hold the baron's hand. "I know you'll more than make it up to me tonight."

The baron gave his pet's hand a brief squeeze but sullenly pulled away a few seconds later. "Actually, as much as I'd like to... I think we should spend the night apart." Gabriel could see guilt was written all over the poor man's face, the kind that a man had when he got an outside perspective of his senseless debauchery. "I can't remember the last time I slept next to my wife, and I'm not sure she does either."

The rat offered a reassuring nod, a porcelain mask of a smile gracing his lips. "As you wish, your lordship... I'm sure she'll appreciate the company."

Although Pierves put on a small smile of his own, Gabriel could almost feel the guilt weighing down on him, and the noble slowly set down his utensils next to his half-finished plate. "Thank you, Gabriel... perhaps I'll stop by a bit later."

"I'll be waiting, your lordship."

Despite his courtesan's prim yet eager reply, the baron seemed like he had no intention of retreating to his pet's comforting embrace. He needed to face the rest of the world someday, Gabriel realized, and it was better to do it all at once than not at all. "Do you want the rest of this?" Pierves asked, offering what remained of the ham and eggs on his plate.

Gabriel shook his head. "I'm afraid I already ate, your lordship." He was tempted to add something about not wanting to ruin his good looks, but one look at the crestfallen baron's bulging belly was enough to stay his tongue. "However, I think the drakes might want the leftovers."

"The drakes?" For a moment, it seemed Pierves didn't remember them, but once he did, it seemed to add another layer of despair to his brow. "Oh, yes... I suppose I should go see them too." With that, he distractedly picked up his plate and headed toward the door, trying to put on an air of dignified authority. "See you later, Gabriel," he sighed, then left for the kennels.

Actually, this might be the last time the two of them saw each other if the baron planned to be apart for the whole day. Gabriel's sappy side wanted to say some sort of goodbye, or perhaps give the baron one last rut to remember him by, but he ultimately decided it wasn't worth the risk. Once the baron had left, Gabriel went off on his own, hoping the hustle and bustle of the surrounding town could take his mind off things.

After borrowing a bit of "allowance" from his lordship's treasury, the rat headed down the manor's hilly perch via a winding road, arriving in town about five minutes later. His elegant appearance earned more than a few wayward glances from the peasants and merchants heading about their daily business, but none dared interfere with the baron's prized courtesan. Gabriel spent some time shopping for trinkets, but once midday rolled around, the rat made his way to the local tavern for some refreshments. At first, having an exotic looking pet in their midst made the patrons uncomfortable, but once he began socializing, they quickly realized he was just there for some fun.

And fun he did have... after a few drinks and a bit of oversharing, the local lute-player convinced him to do a little song and dance across the tables. Gabriel gladly took the challenge, earning numerous cheers and hoots as he pranced about like a belly dancer while singing all the right lyrics. Things only got more heated the saucier the songs became, and pretty soon, the rat was getting pelted with both coins and requests to strip down. More than a little inebriated, Gabriel happily complied in exchange for more money, and by the time afternoon turned to dusk, he was wearing nothing but a few scant silk underclothes and his face veil. As he stepped down from the table to pound back a few more watered-down ales, many a tipsy patron made some indecent advances, and Gabriel was tempted to take one man's offer when he saw a familiar draconic figure sitting back in a darker corner. "Maybe later," he sighed to the catcallers, then made his way over to what he recognized as Krivan.

Krivan, however, seemed intent on playing hard to get. As soon as Gabriel locked eyes with him, the half-dragon stood up and stepped out the back door, prompting the rat to follow right behind him. Upon arriving in the back alley, Gabriel found his quarry standing with arms crossed, his yellow eyes gleaming with eager interest.

"Aren't you supposed to be with his lordship?" Gabriel asked, not quite realizing how drunk his voice made him out to be.

The half-dragon's grin only got wider. "Well, when I heard you and his lordship were 'taking a break,' I got a bit worried... I wouldn't want his prized pet to wind up used as a two-copper whore."

"You think I'm some..." The rat paused for a moment to let out a semi-dignified burp. "...some whore? Then why didn't you stop me... I bet you were watching the whole time, right? Did you just want to see me dance, big guy?" Gabriel began sauntering over to him, partly as a teasing gesture, and partly because some horny recess of his mind found the bastard appealing. True, he was probably dumb as a box of rocks, but you didn't need brains to be a fun one-night-stand... those scaly muscles could do all kinds of maneuvers the baron could only dream of performing.

"I just wanted to see how far you'd go," the half-dragon replied, "See how you behave when his lordship isn't around..."

"And what do I behave like?" Gabriel was standing right in front of the scaly bodyguard, so close that he could smell the scents of oiled leather and polished iron from his armor.

"You behave like a scandalous little slut," Krivan replied, "Dancing about for money, begging men to have a go at you..." He maneuvered Gabriel up against the tavern wall with a few gradual steps, putting one clawed hand above and to the right of the rat's head. "I think you either go for the fattest purse or the biggest hunk... and when the fat-purse gets boring, you cut the strings and run."

"Well, I don't cut purse strings... but I do like hunks..." Screwing one of the baron's guards would definitely get him in trouble, but he was leaving tonight anyway, and a little sleeping around might help grease the wheels on his escape... or at least that's what the slutty part of his mind wanted to believe. Suddenly, he reached forward to grab the half-dragon's groin, and even through the thick trousers, he could feel the massive stiffness there... after a month with the baron, Gabriel never realized how much a sizable dick could turn him on. "Sure feels like you're a hunk..."

"Oh, I certainly am... and you sure seem like the perfect little slut." One of his hands reached down to grope Gabriel between the legs, letting the half-dragon feel his soft, silky lips through his loincloth. "Such a slut, in fact, that I could screw you right here..."

Gabriel was all for a quickie in the alley, but before either he or Krivan could stick anything anyplace fun, they both heard a set of footsteps approaching the back door. Instinctively, the half-dragon firmly pushed away from his rat companion, and as a rank-and-file manor guard entered the alley, the two of them did their best to seem like they hadn't been moments away from wildly rutting. "What is it?" Krivan asked, his voice just barely revealing his frustration.

"Sir, the baron was wondering where his pe... er, his escort had gotten off to, and he was going to send you when he realized you were missing too."

Krivan let out a short sigh. "I see... well, I found Gabriel, though not before he had a bit too much to drink. Run over to the apothecary and see if you can't find something to purge his system, I'll see about getting him dressed." He then took Gabriel by the forearm and led him back into the bar, where the rat and the half-dragon gathered up the silk clothing that had been flung all over the room.

Unfortunately, as Gabriel bent down to pick up his pants, he felt someone move behind him, then grind against his backside when he stood up. "Hey there, rat boy," an inebriated human voice slurred, "Why don't you an' I head out back for a li'll fun?"

By then, even Gabriel's horny side was done with pandering to the masses. "No thanks," he sighed, "But I just might come back tomorrow."

He was just about to head toward Krivan when the man grabbed his wrist and pulled him around. "Hey, c'mon... I just wan' a li'll fun, don' be a tease."

Before the rat could either protest or say something witty, he heard Krivan's voice booming from across the tavern: "HEY! Hands off!" Almost immediately, the other patrons parted down a wide aisle, letting the drunkard see the half-dragon stomping toward him in all his glory.

Unfortunately for the drunkard, the part of his brain devoted to sensing danger was almost drowned out by alcohol. "He ain't yours, scaly!" the drunk called back, letting go of Gabriel to ready for a fight.

Once he and Krivan were toe-to-toe, it was apparent the half-dragon had a good six inches on him, but that didn't convince the man to back down. "I'm going to give you the count of five to get out of here," Krivan growled.

"Or what? You gonna hit me?

"Five..."

"You gonna save your li'll boyfriend here?"

"Four..."

"You gonna call yer guard friends like a pansy bitch?"

"Three..." By now, most of the crowd had backed a considerable distance away, leaving a fighting ring for the two challengers with Gabriel stuck in the middle.

"C'mon, just fuckin' swing if you've got the balls!"

"Two..."

"Do you even got balls? Do ya, ya scaly fuck?"

"One..."

"Didn't think so , you cockless liza-GAAAAAHHHGH!" The man let out an ear-splitting shriek of pain as Krivan suddenly surged forward, pulling the drunk's shoulders toward him while driving his knee into the man's testicles. He toppled with his groin clutched in both hands, leaving Krivan free to lead his ward by the arm out of the tavern.

"Thanks," Gabriel muttered, quickly pulling his billowing pants back on. "Woulda been able to take care of myself, but thanks."

"You can thank me by not pulling this kind of crap," Krivan replied, "Let's get you sobered up, and then you're going to meet his lordship."

It didn't take long for them to track down the guard he'd sent to the apothecary, and once they met up, Gabriel grudgingly drank a bottle of some foul-tasting concoction. Though he didn't know the exact mixture, he had plenty of experience with so-called "soberizers" and swiftly found a nice, quiet alley in which to ride out its effects. Five minutes of intense vomiting later, he'd cleared almost all of the alcohol out of his system, and though it felt like he'd hacked up his guts, he realized trying to pull off the burglary drunk was a recipe for disaster.

From there, he and Krivan made their way up to the baron's office where Pierves was sitting at his heavyset desk; Rhogar was standing beside him, arms sternly crossed and eyes fixed on Gabriel in a death stare. It was easy to see the tolls the day had taken on the baron, and when he spoke, it was with tired concern. "Gabriel, what happened? Rhogar tells me you ran off into the town..."

Gabriel quickly analyzed the situation, then came up with a sincere response he knew would earn the baron's pity. "I did, your lordship... I went down to see if I could buy anything pretty, then went to the tavern for a meal. I don't know exactly how many ales I had, but it was far too many... I vaguely remembered dancing for coins, and having men hoot at me..."

"He was dancing around like a whore," Krivan interjected, "Made a decent amount of coin, too. Only problem was that the rabble was getting rowdy toward the end, and one of them decided Gabriel was his to bed."

"We clearly underestimated his penchant for mischief," Rhogar growled, "It was only a matter of time before he either tried to escape or wandered off someplace dangerous. Give the order, your lordship, and I'll see to it that it won't happen again."

Shit... having the half-dragon directly supervising him would make things far harder. "Please, your lordship," Gabriel whimpered, "I know I made a mistake to leave the manor, and if it wasn't for Krivan, something terrible would have happened to me." He made sure to throw in some fearful glances toward Rhogar for good measure, and thankfully, the baron seemed to understand his fabricated worries. "If you wish, your lordship, you can place a guard outside my room... two, even. I won't mind, and they could accompany me if I went anywhere without you."

Rhogar let out a small chuckle. "Of course, we keep the guards outside so you can climb out the window. Makes perfect sense."

Gabriel was quick to put on a mask of confused worry, even though Rhogar had his plan pinned down to a tee. "The window? In my room? Gods no, I'd never climb out there... what if I fell? I'd break my back for sure, and then-"

"Oh, enough with the snivelling," Rhogar snarled, "A thief like you could easily get out through a window... hell, I bet with a bit of wire he could pick every lock in this building!"

Seeing his courtesan shrinking back made Pierves sympathetic to the hapless rat, just as Gabriel intended. "Rhogar, that's enough," he snapped, "He isn't a thief, and he isn't some prisoner to be locked away. He deserves dignity and privacy just like you or I."

"But-"

"Rhogar, silence. If you keep speaking out against my authority, I will gladly dock your pay and send you to live in the servant's quarters, understand?"

The furious half-dragon had decades of experience that told him he was right, and he could think up all sorts of logical arguments to that end, but he knew better than to call his employer a fool. "Yes, your lordship," he sighed, glaring down at Gabriel all the while. However, his expression softened a bit as Krivan gave him a knowing wink, something that no one else noticed.

"Krivan," the baron ordered, "I want you to post a guard outside Gabriel's room. He's not to keep him imprisoned, but I'd like him to keep an eye on him." Pierves quickly turned to Gabriel to explain his reasoning: "I don't want to trap you, it's just... it's more for peace of mind than anything else."

"I understand, your lordship," the rat replied, "Having a second set of eyes to keep me out of trouble would help quite a bit, especially if you'll let me head into town occasionally." Gabriel knew full well that whatever two-silver watchman they assigned wouldn't have his ear pressed to the door, and he knew from experience he could get ready with nary a sound.

"We'll talk about excursions into town tomorrow," the baron sighed, "Right now, I think we all need to get some rest... it's been a long day."

"Of course, your lordship," Krivan said with a bow. He then took Gabriel by the forearm and gently lifted him to his feet, then began leading the rat out of the office. "C'mon, you little troublemaker... let's get you tucked in." Something about his mocking voice made Gabriel think he at least suspected the rat's plan... Gabriel briefly thought about postponing the heist until the twins' suspicions had been blunted, but if Rhogar was any indicator, they'd just use the extra time to better prepare themselves.

After stopping to drag along one of the humdrum manor guards, the half-dragon deposited Gabriel in his room, then turned to order the human watchman: "Just make sure he doesn't do anything stupid... if he leaves the room, follow him, and don't let him out of the manor."

Gabriel took that as a sign to get into his comfy prison cell, but as he walked through the door, he felt a scaly hand give him a quick slap on the ass. The rat whirled around to see Krivan winking at him, the bodyguard's lips bearing a teasing smirk, but he left before Gabriel could say anything clever. Not wanting to stir up even more trouble for himself, the soon-to-be thief simply retreated to his bed, letting the guard close the door behind him. He'd have to wait a few hours before he could set his plan into motion... while humans grew bleary-eyed as the sun set, Gabriel's nocturnal physiology was beginning to kick in. He opened the window, then settled on the mattress, letting the evening breeze and chirping crickets lull him into a light doze.

As he lay there half-resting, he couldn't help but notice the scents that still lingered on the sheets, and that, in turn, made his thoughts drift back toward the baron. To sum up his melancholy dilemma, on the one hand, stabbing someone in the back was wrong, but since the noble had spent so much wealth on trivial finery, it was obvious he could trim some fat without dying next winter. Gabriel's conscience didn't change his mind, and once his sensitive ears picked up a stifled yawn from outside the door, he decided it was time to get in gear.

While he wasn't able to be completely silent, Gabriel did know how to keep things quiet, and the white noise from the open window was enough to cover him up. First, he got changed into his "business attire": a set of comfy pantaloons, a hooded tunic with many pockets, and a breathable shemagh, all of which were cut from the same muted grey cotton.

His beautiful silk robes and shawls got stuffed into the bottom of a large burlap sack that he'd pilfered from the kitchen, as did the rest of the wardrobe Pierves had provided him. He might keep a set or two for personal use, but he knew such extravagant garments could fetch a fortune at the right bazaar. Right now, however, they'd make an excellent cushion for all the jingly bits he planned to collect.

As for his jewelry, he tucked that away into his many pockets, emptying all the gold, silver, pearls, and gems from the baron's mahogany jewelry box. Just that alone would likely be enough to set him up comfortably for at least a year, but he wasn't the kind to cut his losses and run. He'd spent a whole month casing the manor, figuring out what he could grab and when, deducing what would give him the best bulk-to-value ratio... he wasn't going to toss all that in the chamberpot because a couple half-dragons thought they had him all figured out.

Paintings could fetch quite the price, and the baron happened to have several in a private gallery, but the only problem was that getting them out intact could prove difficult... unless you had a series of appropriately sized map cases, like the ones Gabriel had swiped from his lordship's dusty astrology room. Evidently, one of his ancestors had tried to divine the heavens, but the tradition hardly caught on, leaving the room full of dust, cobwebs, massive rolled-up star charts, and equally massive cases that wound up staying empty.

While Gabriel hadn't been able to get his paws on any keys, Rhogar had been right: with a little wire, he could pick just about any lock the baron thought to buy. A week ago, he'd bought a little statue made of wire from the local blacksmith as a room decoration, but he'd secretly cut off some of the excess material to make a pick. It was this pick that he slipped into his pocket, followed by a spare he'd made a couple of days ago just in case.

Last but by far not the least of his plundered equipment, Gabriel slung a coil of hempen rope over his shoulder like a bandolier. Tied properly, it could turn a frantic scramble down a wall into a casual climb, and when cut into strips, it could hold doors shut long enough to keep curious guards at bay. It was considered a bit cliché by most, but any veteran adventurer could recount an instance where some good rope was the difference between life and death.

With his gear finally sling about his body, the rat went up to the open window and climbed out, easily hanging onto the fancy exterior with his paws and claws. It was an easy climb to the third-floor balcony, and after vaulting over the stone railing, Gabriel got to work setting up an escape route. By tying his rope to a sturdy-looking sconce and tossing it over the railing, he now had a way to descend forty feet that clumsy humans wouldn't be able to use.

Once that was all finished, he took a peek through the slatted wooden shutters. The balcony led straight into the gallery, full of immaculate oil paintings in gilded frames and bronze sculptures on marble pedestals, but utterly devoid of guards for the time being. Gabriel knew one was assigned to patrol through every hour or so, so he settled in until said guard made his usual rounds.

Sure enough, footsteps came walking toward the gallery from the right a few minutes later, and once they reached the door, Gabriel could see yellow lantern light creeping into the room. The bored-looking human guard unlocked the door, re-locked it, crossed the gallery while giving everything a once-over, and finally exited it in the same fashion.

As the man's footsteps faded into the distance, Gabriel pulled out his loop of wire and began working on the simple shutter lock, popping it open after a few seconds of jiggling. It seemed he had the gallery all to himself, but time was something he didn't want to waste, so he beelined over to the far wall and got to work emancipating the paintings from their frames. It was noisy work, taking them down and removing the canvas, but he knew none of the guards were in earshot.

First came a painting of a famous paladin of Illmater, who's stern visage didn't seem happy about being hung up on a wall; it'd probably be worth at least 300 gold to a hypocritically decadent temple. Then came an assembly of well-to-do noblewomen, each of them giggling with a gilded goblet in their hands; the fine ladies would likely find themselves tittering at the sight of a brothel's foyer, probably for at least 400. The third to go was what Gabriel recognized as the baron's son, all trussed up in royal-looking military regalia; he'd have to sell it aways from Brenty, but another haughty noble might pay-

"Well, look what we have here." The deep, taunting voice made Gabriel's blood freeze in his veins, stopping him halfway through rolling up the painting, and as a strong hand landed on his shoulder, he realized he forgot to check the room for anyone lurking in the shadows. "It seems you were right, Rhogar... our little rat is a thief after all."

"Of course I was right... we've both been in the business long enough to know one when we see one." Both of their voices were low enough not to be heard by the guards, keeping things just between them and the red-handed thief for now.

Gabriel dropped the painting to the ground, slowly raised his hands to shoulder level, then let the first half-dragon turn him around. Both Rhogar and Krivan were staring him down, and both half-dragons were wearing quite a bit less clanky armor than usual. "I, ah..." The rat was tempted to say, "I can explain," but not even his silver tongue would pull that one off. However, said silver tongue might be useful in other ways... "Surely there's something I can offer for your discretion?"

Krivan couldn't help but grin like a malevolent incubus, and he grabbed enough of Gabriel's attention to hide Rhogar's eye-rolling sigh. "What sort of bribe are we talking?" the former brother said, his eager tone indicating he already knew precisely what was on the table.

Despite the practicality of tactically applied felatio, Gabriel's more slutty side wanted to suck him off just for the fun of it. He could only guess what kind of massive meat a half-dragon would be packing down there... and after a little foreplay, only the gods knew what kind of havoc it could wreak on his nethers. Plus, Krivan seemed like the kind of guy to let him go after a good pounding because deep down, he was either a shitty guard or an empathetic soul.

"I'm sure you've heard all the things I've done to his lordship at night," Gabriel purred in reply, slowly getting on his knees. "I could treat you like a king... and you certainly seem to be as well-endowed as one." His nimble hands reached out and began feeling their way around Krivan's bulge while his eyes gazed up longingly, and he could practically feel the half-dragon stiffening with arousal. Krivan's razor-toothed grin urged him to continue, and after fully fondling his draconic cock and balls, Gabriel began undoing his belt buckle.

"What're you gonna do if he bites your dick off?" Rhogar snarked, "Rats have got some nasty teeth..."

Krivan didn't hesitate to pull down Gabriel's shemagh, then gently opened his mouth with two fingers. "Oh, but you've filed them down like a good little boy," the half-dragon purred, "You wouldn't even think of biting me... you've been wanting to suck this dick since you got here, haven't you?"

Eh, it was just a far-fetched fantasy, Gabriel mused, but now that it could be his escape route, he decided to lean into it. "Of course I have... his lordship can be entertaining on occasion, but he can't stuff me full like you can. Plus, I've heard red dragons are the most ferocious of them all, and I like a man with initiative."

His hands continued plucking and pulling at Krivan's drawstrings until he had them all loosened up, letting him pull the half dragon's trousers down to his knees. As he did so, Krivan's seven-inch member nearly bopped him on the nose, and he found himself staring down a surprisingly human-looking cock. Granted, it protruded out from a slit, and the massive balls beneath it were covered in scaled hide, but it wasn't some alien organ of pelvic destruction.

"My oh my," Gabriel purred, "It's even bigger than I thought... I almost wish you had come to me sooner, this would've been so much better than his lordship." His hands began delicately stroking the shaft, feeling the skin roll back and forth the slightest bit and seeing just how sensitive this half-dragon was. In turn, Krivan reached down and began affectionately rubbing the back of one of his ears, but before the rat could get too into it, he realized Rhogar might feel a bit left out. "You know, I can handle two at once," he said, peeking out from around Krivan's muscular thighs.

"And let you take us both out in one stroke? No thanks." Despite his harsh facade, Gabriel could see the glimmer of interest in Rhogar's eyes, how deep down, he wanted the exact same carnal pleasures as his brother... but it was probably best not to force him.

Krivan seemed to share the sentiment, and he gently turned Gabriel's head upward to meet his shark-like smile. "Don't worry about him," he murmured, "He's just a little nervous... it's been almost a year since he had something wet around his cock, and he didn't do too well with the last whore he was with."

"Oh, I'm sure he'll come around... perhaps a demonstration would help change his mind." With that, Gabriel leaned down and pressed the tip of Krivan's cock to his lips, using one paw to steady it while he slowly worked his way down. He could taste the tiny bead of precum already beginning to leak out, and his nose was filled with the smell of both draconic musk and a hint of cheap cologne. The shape and texture of his tip began to embed itself in Gabriel's mind as he slid back and forth, taking Krivan's manhood into his mouth inch by inch while tenderly suckling, but his sensual rhythm was thrown off-kilter when the half-dragon grabbed ahold of his head with both hands.

The little rat's mouth was as soft as any whore Krivan had been with, his teeth completely out of the picture while his lips formed a warm, silky seal around his shaft. He couldn't deny that the kid had talent, but the half-dragon wasn't really in the mood for slow teasing, at least not while in his boss's private gallery with his brother watching. Without much warning, he reached down and wrapped his hands around Gabriel's head, bracing the rat's skull while letting him keep rubbing his cute little ears. "Let's pick up the pace," he sighed, "Don't want to be here all night..."

Gabriel looked up at him, cock still between his lips, and told Krivan to go ahead and fuck him without saying a word. With his unspoken permission, the half-dragon began moving back and forth with Gabriel's head held still, fucking his tender mouth like a willing woman. Krivan could feel the little rat sucking when he pulled out, pushing back as he slid in, and wiggling his tongue around to tease his sensitive underside. When he pressed further inward, sliding past Gabriel's tongue and down his gullet, Krivan could feel the little guy gagging and swallowing, but his eyes showed no such sign of discomfort. There was something about not having to speak that made it all the better, and though it might've seemed like a descent into ruthless face-fucking from the outside, Krivan was carefully judging how much his little lover could take. "There's a good rat," he growled, "Swallow it all..."

And swallow he did; as Krivan began ramming balls-deep into his mouth, Gabriel continued pretending to gag, stimulating the half-dragon's tip with his convulsing throat. In addition, he started letting out muffled moans to the rhythm of Krivan's hammering thrusts, vibrating his esophagus around his dick. The moans were only half-fake, however: it was actually kind of fun getting used and abused, and Gabriel knew from the way Krivan eased into it the half-dragon didn't actually want to hurt him... the guard just wanted to feel like a dominant conqueror. In that regard, Gabriel was happy to help, and to spice things up a bit, he slipped one paw into his pants and began rubbing at his clit. His nethers were already starting to moisten, and with Krivan's guttural grunts filling his ears, it didn't take long for him to start getting wet. There was something about how his precum had started trickling, too, and Gabriel could almost feel Krivan's body winding up to shoot a load down his gullet. He briefly wondered what sort of surging climax the half-dragon might go through, but he was confident he could swallow it.

Krivan, meanwhile, had gone from a dominant conqueror to an eager hound dog. It just felt so damn good, having Gabriel's warm, wet, pulsating throat wrapped around his whole length... he could feel his primal urges taking over, ordering him to thrust deeper and deeper into what felt like an eager bitch, and he did so with wild abandon. "Mrrrrrrgh... gods... ahhh..." He could barely contain the bliss seeping into his voice, and as his body crescendoed into a climax, he clamped one scaly paw around his muzzle. "Mrrrr... hrrrr... hrrrrrrrrrrrph!" With one final thrust, he buried his bone deep in the little rat's maw, letting eager swallowing drain his pent-up balls to completion, milking him for every drop like a parched succubus. His testes pumped harder than they had in years, emptying their payload into Gabriel's belly and overwhelming Krivan with primal pleasure.

On the receiving end, Gabriel could feel the orgasm coming from a mile away, and as Krivan shoved himself inward to the hilt, the little rat latched onto his legs and kicked his suckling up to eleven. Spurt after gooey spurt of hot dragon seed slid straight into his belly, warming and filling him like a hot meal... the poor guy had probably been pent up for weeks, maybe even months with all this stuff swelling his balls. As the icing on the cake, he could feel Krivan's legs shivering with overwhelming pleasure, but instead of taking advantage of the moment of weakness, Gabriel let himself enjoy the sly guard's utter satisfaction.

It took a little while for the surge of sensation to die down, but after it did, Krivan realized he might've gotten cum on his employer's favorite paintings. Luckily for him, when he looked down, there wasn't a drop of jizz to be seen, just Gabriel's satisfied, slutty grin. "Well, that was fun," the petite rat cooed, "You wanna take this someplace more private, or would you rather rut where someone could find us?"

The half-dragon quickly panted a reply as he pulled up his trousers. "Oh, I've got the perfect place we can take this..."

"But first, you'd better put back everything you stole." Rhogar stepped up beside his brother, arms crossed over his chest; judging by his expression, he was starting to rethink his previous stance, but he wasn't about to lose his job to frisky urges.

"Of course, of course..." Gabriel quickly wiped his spittle spattered hands off on his pantaloons, then got to work putting the painting of the baron's son back in his frame. He'd be back once he had dealt with these two lug-heads, but for now, he could let his spoils lie.

While he was busy with that, Rhogar began to pick through his burlap sack, pulling out an article of silken clothing every so often and looking it over. "Some thief you are," he chuckled to Gabriel, "What kind of burglar nicks his own wardrobe?"

"The kind with a good fashion sense," the rat replied, "Those silks cost a fortune to make, and they could make someone else very happy for a hefty sum of coins. Not that you'd know about that... you hardly seem well-versed in feminine clothing."

Rhogar wasn't sure whether that was supposed to be a jab at his celibacy, tastes, or class, but it furrowed his brow all the same. It didn't take long for Gabriel to finish re-framing the painting, but once he was done, he felt Krivan get intimately close, his hands immediately groping the rat's plush rump. After giving a small squeeze, they slowly slid around the outside of his thighs while pulling him closer; his scaly palms tenderly rubbed around Gabriel's inner thighs, then deliberately groped his groin, letting him feel the rat's plump snatch through his thin pantaloons.

"I thought you said you wanted to take this somewhere private," Gabriel chided, teasingly pushing back against the half-dragon's grinding advances. "Surely you don't just want to rut on the floor like animals, do you?"

"Oh, it'll be private," Krivan cooed, his hands sliding their way up Gabriel's tunic. "But for now... I need to see what else you stole." Right as his hand brushed up against one of the rat's jewelry-filled pockets, Gabriel realized what he was actually doing, but it was too late to try and hide his loot. While Krivan's right arm clamped around his waist like a leather restraint, the bodyguard's left hand dexterously darted into a pocket, pulling out a slim leather choker set with a ruby-and-gold pendant. "Are all you rats this sticky fingered, or is it just the ones with a good fashion sense?"

Despite the remark about his race, Gabriel only offered a cheeky grin. "We just can't help ourselves when we see something shiny," he replied, his joke covering up the flare of disdain he felt.

"I see... and his lordship gave you all the shiny things you could want." With that, Krivan firmly spun the rat around to face Rhogar, then began stripping Gabriel's pockets of all the jewelry he'd pilfered, tossing each into the burlap sack his brother was still holding. Despite his previous friskiness, the half-dragon was incredibly thorough with his pat-down, managing to find every single scrap of finery the rat had tucked away. Even the places most guards overlooked got cleaned out, and Gabriel silently cursed himself for not swallowing at least a few of the pearls.

Once Krivan seemed satisfied, he let the thief go, but in his frustration, Gabriel couldn't help but say something snide: "Is that all officer, or do you wanna do a cavity search too?"

"Don't worry, we'll search every cavity you have," Rhogar snarked, "But if you don't want to get arrested, you'd best put the rest of those paintings back up."

Gabriel swiftly got back to work, his smiling visage and swaying hips doing nothing to reveal his frustrated disappointment. As hot as it was to get frisked and fondled by two half-dragon hunks, it didn't change the fact that he'd been caught red-handed like an amateur. To make matters worse, every single piece of loot had gotten stripped from his person, and although he could likely get it back one way or another, it was still humiliating to have it all taken away. It took a little longer for him to re-frame the other two paintings, but he managed to get it done before the next guard patrol. "There, all finished," he said with a ta-dah gesture, "Now why don't you boys get on with that cavity search?"

After giving Gabriel's work a once-over, the two brothers quickly exchanged an odd look. "Sure thing, gorgeous," Krivan replied, right before taking the rat by the forearm and leading him toward the door. Rhogar wasn't far behind with the sack of clothes and jewelry slung over one shoulder, and together the suspicious-looking trio descended to the ground floor of the house. They passed a couple of on-duty guards along the way, but all of them knew better than to question the baron's two right-hand men, and Gabriel made it to the brothers' room unimpeded.

It was a simple living space, obviously designed with a spartan aesthetic: a few neat shelves and weapons racks lined the walls, two beds sat in either far corner, and a sturdy card table in the center of the room. As they entered, Rhogar bolted the door shut while Krivan started moving chairs off to the side, leaving Gabriel to wonder just what the two half-dragons planned to do to him.

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His curiosity further piqued as Rhogar started to unbuckle what little armor he had on, but that didn't stop Gabriel from coming to his aid. "Looks like someone's finally opening up," he purred, helping the half-dragon along by unbuckling the side straps of his breastplate.

"It's hard not to with a face like yours," Rhogar replied, a lusty grin splitting his muzzle. "Even though you're a greedy little bastard..."

Once the plate was off, Gabriel moved to help lift up his shirt, but he was forced to let Rhogar undress himself as Krivan stepped right behind him. "Speaking of pretty faces, let's get these rags off your head," he said, right before pulling off Gabriel's shemagh. After tossing the garment aside, the half-dragon's hands immediately went down to the hem of Gabriel's tunic, slowly pulling it upward while relishing the rat's soft fur. Not to be outdone, Gabriel deftly reached down to Krivan's trousers and began undoing the front of his pants, getting halfway before having his tunic pulled over his head.

With his slim chest revealed, the rat turned around to face Krivan and continue his work, but it didn't take long for Rhogar to budge up behind him. The other half-dragon's hands undid his drawstring, then slipped right under his waistband like he owned the little thief. It took him all of two seconds to get past Gabriel's loincloth to the rat's clit, and he immediately began rubbing the slick little nub. "Oh, you like that?" Rhogar purred, thoroughly enjoying Gabriel's tiny gasp of pleasured surprise. "Bet his lordship doesn't treat you this well..."

As the half-dragon pulled his quarry back against his chest, Gabriel could feel rippling muscles under smooth scales, something which felt positively exotic after the baron's hairy ale-gut. To make things even better, Krivan finished undoing his pants with a smoldering smirk, unleashing his manhood once again to Gabriel's satisfaction. "So what do you think, brother?" he asked, removing his trousers while eyeing Gabriel. "Want to warm yourself up a bit first, or should we just dive right in?"

"I think I wanna teach his lying mouth a lesson," Rhogar replied, undoing the thief's loincloth and stripping him utterly naked. Once Gabriel's body was fully exposed, the half-dragon slowly traced his free hand from the rat's trim waist to his pecs while sniffing eagerly at his neck. "Spitroast?"

Gabriel couldn't remember the last time he'd taken hunks at both ends, but just the thought made him grin with excitement. He was already soaked at the groin, slickening Rhogar's fingers with his secretions and dripping all over the floor... gods, this was so much better than with the baron.

"That'll work," Krivan replied, "Get him in position."

With almost no warning, the other half-dragon twirled him around in what felt like some sort of grapple, then half-threw him on top of the table belly-down. He was face to face with the tent in Rhogar's pants, and while his brother stripped down, Krivan skunk around to Gabriel's backside. The rat could practically feel his gaze ogling his shapely rump, but before anything too physical could happen, he was greeted by Rhogar's thick cock. At first, it seemed to be identical to his brother's, but Gabriel's experienced eye quickly picked out a few minor discrepancies: it was slightly shorter and somewhat thicker, with a few more degrees of upward curvature that'd help ravage his g-spot. "Easy does it, thief," Rhogar playfully growled, "If I feel a single tooth..."

"Don't worry," Gabriel replied with a grin, "I only bite when I'm told to."

Suddenly, the rat felt a pair of scaly hands grab hold of his butt, spreading his furry cheeks wide as eyes traced over his nethers. "If you're really worried," Krivan teased, "He hasn't got any teeth back here." Then, the half-dragon pressed two fingers into the rat's snatch, easily sliding them in with a sweet squelch. They rooted around for a bit while Krivan's thumb tested his tailhole, and judging by the way he let out an interested hum, he liked what he saw. "Little bastard's slick as a baby seal up front, and his ass seems just loose enough to fit us... decisions, decisions..."

Either one works, Gabriel mused, just pick a hole and stick it in. He could feel himself almost drooling at the thought of having that seven-inch schlong pounding into him... it might not be enough to get him off by itself, but Krivan seemed like the kind of guy who'd give him a reach-around. Before Gabriel could speak his mind, however, Rhogar insistently bumped his tip into his lips, and the rat began suckling a bead of precum from the half-dragon's cock. Much to Gabriel's delight, Rhogar shivered like he hadn't gotten a blowjob in months, but before he could really savor it, he felt Krivan's thumb slip two knuckles deep into his vulva.

The half-dragon's hand zeroed in on Gabriel's g-spot like a bird of prey, and after forcing a muffled grunt out of him, Krivan's tongue slowly licked across his taint. The long, thin, muscular thing traced from the bottom of his snatch to the base of his tail, causing the little puckered ring to twitch with excitement. It wasn't quite enough for Gabriel to lose focus on the blowjob, but he found himself slipping into old reflexes as he marveled at the sensation. Krivan was slobbering all over his hole, getting both fur and skin soaked with slimy dragon spit that would serve well as lube. His tongue then pressed past the sphincter to taste the rat's well-cleaned insides, dripping even more saliva down into his bowels and preparing him for what Krivan planned on doing next. At the same time, he collected some slimy fluids from Gabriel's snatch and rubbed them along his member, lubing it up with a few gentle strokes.

On the other end, Rhogar didn't notice Gabriel's tense anticipation one bit, instead enchanted by the wet embrace of the rat's lips. "Gods he's got a soft mouth," the half-dragon moaned, his hands clumsily rubbing the backs of Gabriel's ears. He'd already dribbled out a few mouthfuls of precum down the rat's throat, and judging by the way he seemed overwhelmed, Gabriel guessed he was close to blowing.

"See, I told you there was nothing to worry about," Krivan replied as he stood up, "The little slut is loving every second of this... aren't you?" The last few words were obviously directed at the little thief on top of the table, and though he had a good four inches in his mouth, he couldn't help but moan a wordless affirmation. As a reward, he felt Krivan spread his cheeks wide with one hand while grabbing the base of his tail with the other, foreshadowing the main performance as his tip poked Gabriel's little anus. "Let's see if he's as soft back here," Krivan purred, lubricating his manhood further by rubbing the underside up against the rat's rump.

Gabriel's sucking slowed down as he concentrated, partly to savor being penetrated and partly to avoid biting down, but to his surprise, Krivan didn't just ram balls-deep on his first thrust. Instead, he firmly pressed inward with his tip, letting the rat's clenching sphincter gradually engulf him inch by sensual inch. The half-dragon seemed to relish the sensation of each ridge and fold brushing past his tip, sliding ever deeper into the tight, warm hole. Meanwhile, Gabriel came to truly appreciate his sheer girth, and after taking the baron's slender five inches for a month, having something this big was both pleasurable and painful... but it didn't take long for the pain to melt into potent pressure. "Oh, gods you're big," he reflexively moaned, although with Rhogar's meat still down his throat, it sounded more like "Mmm, gmh hrr hrrg."

"Oh, I think he likes it," Krivan taunted, finally pressing his scaly groin against Gabriel's furry rump as his tip went as deep as it could. He then looked over to his brother, and upon seeing the half-dragon overcome with bliss, he decided to help him along. Now that he knew Gabriel was all loosened up, he pulled back a bit and then slammed home with the force of a sledgehammer, sending the table grinding forward a few inches and fully sheathing Rhogar in Gabriel's gullet.

The sudden friction forced a boyish moan from Rhogar's lips, encouraging Gabriel to finish the big guy off, and the rat called upon his training to do just that. His lips wrapped tightly around the half-dragon's base, his mouth sucked the shaft deep, and his throat swallowed hard around the tip, causing Rhogar to buck forward with a primal, "Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!" As he doubled over, hands quickly bracing against the table, Gabriel could feel his tip start gushing, pouring spurt after spurt of half-dragon spunk straight down the rat's throat and into his belly. He could practically taste Rhogar's year-long abstinence as he drained the bastard's balls dry, making him shiver and squirm with a pleasure that his body had almost completely forgotten. Moaning turned to panting as his gushing slowed down to a trickle, but he left his cock enveloped in Gabriel's throat as the little thief squeezed out the last few dregs.

Krivan couldn't help but let out a chuckle as he saw his brother's dazed expression. "Well, someone had blue balls," he snarked, "Good thing you didn't do that stunt you pulled back in Wauberhold..."

Rhogar briefly debated giving a witty repartee, but he settled for just flipping Krivan off. As he stepped back and pulled his member free, a small glob of saliva and cum splattered onto the floor, and Gabriel hastily licked his lips clean. The freshly-milked bodyguard took a seat in one of the chairs to catch his breath, and now that his mouth was free, the rat couldn't help but look over his shoulder at Krivan with a lusty smirk. "Are you looking to edge yourself to death?" he teased, "Or are you gonna pound me like the slut I am?"

Krivan took the taunt in stride with a fiendish gleam in his eye, sliding all the way out with a slurping noise. "Oh, I was just waiting for him to get done," the half-dragon playfully growled, "Now I'm really gonna have at you." Suddenly, he grabbed Gabriel around the waist, hoisted the rat to his feet, spun him around in a quarter turn, then almost slammed him into a bare patch of wall. "Hope you like it rough, little thief..."

On the one hand, Gabriel had appreciated his previous gentleness, but on the other, he couldn't help but love being pinned against the brick. He pushed his hips out, then smugly replied, "Let's see what you've got you scaly b-aaagh!"

The rat's witty retort turned into a gasp as Krivan suddenly slammed balls deep, sheathing himself in Gabriel's rear before hammering back and forth. His tip went from barely inside to seven inches deep in the little thief's colon and back, again and again, churning up Gabriel's insides and forcing him to groan. Krivan was pressed up behind him like a randy hound, hugging his body close with his burly arms as he pounded away, and after getting into a rhythm, Gabriel felt his fingers slip down to his groin. The half-dragon forced his legs the slightest bit apart before reaching his slickened clit, then rubbed the little bean silly, causing the rat to moan like a banshee. "That's it," Krivan growled, "Tell me how much you love it."

"Oh, fuck... I love it!" Even though the baron had done a bit of butt stuff with him before, Krivans sheer force made it feel like something else entirely, and his fingers seemed to know exactly what buttons to press as they slid all the way in. "You're so- ahhh... so big!" Unlike with the baron, he was hardly exaggerating, and the thing's dimensions multiplied twofold as it mercilessly rammed back and forth. "Krivan... I'm gonna..."

Krivan bared his teeth in a grin. "Gonna cum?"

As blissful pressure built in Gabriel's groin, he hardly noticed the half-dragon's cock slowing down behind him... all he felt was Krivan's thick, scaly fingers. Ever since he'd first sucked the big guy off, his nethers had stored his building arousal like a coiled spring, and now, it felt ready to explode. "Fuck... gonna... gaaaaahhhhhh!"

The half-dragon suddenly pulled the rat back as he bucked in orgasm, pressing Gabriel's squirming body against his firm, scaly chest while the rat's rectum and vagina clenched like a vice around his fingers and cock. "That's it," he purred, "Let it all out, you little slut." He continued fingering the little thief all through his orgasm, letting his oozing fluids grease his fingers and palm, then gradually slowed down as ecstasy released Gabriel from its grasp. The mad pulsing of his insides wasn't nearly enough to finish the half-dragon off, but the sight of Gabriel becoming putty in his paws sent his arousal off the charts. His muzzle leaned down right beside the rat's soft ear, and as he moved his fingers from Gabriel's nethers to the thief's mouth, he whispered, "You're so damn cute when you're cumming..."

"Mmmm..."

To Gabriel's surprise, the half-dragon's voice dropped with warm intimacy, and the way he lovingly wrapped one strong arm around his torso made it seem like this was more than an opportunistic quickie, but before he could overthink it, Rhogar's voice rang out loud and harsh: "Alright, I'm back... spin him around so I can pound that little pussy."

In an instant, Krivan's tender demeanor vanished, replaced by the domineering sneer of a conqueror. "Coming right up," he replied, letting his cock slip free of Gabriel's rear before taking action. Before the haze of his orgasm had entirely worn off, Krivan spun him toward Rhogar, forced one of his legs up toward his head, then did the same with his other, putting the little thief in an incredibly exposing full-nelson that captured his legs. Gabriel was flexible enough not to mind, but he couldn't help but wonder whether Krivan had any actual feelings for him... right up until he got sandwiched between two burly half-dragons. As if two halves of the same mind, the brothers worked in tandem to ready him, lifting him up over their cocks before gently lowering his petite body. Gabriel knew he was in for quite the treat as their twinned tips pressed up against both slickened holes, but that didn't stop him from gasping in surprise as he took them inside.

"Fuuuuhh..." Rhogar couldn't help but let out a shocked gasp of his own as the rat's tight lips glided down his shaft with a squelch, fully immersing him in hot, wet, pulsating goodness. He had to lean on his brother just a tad for support, doing his best to keep his feet under the visceral sensation's assault, and only when Krivan let the rat rest did he manage to close his mouth.

"You okay there, brother?" Krivan tauntingly asked, "Haven't come again already, have you?"

Before the second half-dragon could retort with a punctual "fuck you," Gabriel offered a counter-argument: "Oh, you're doing just fine... that monster's hitting all the right spots." The rat wasn't lying in the slightest, and on the way down, he'd felt Rhogar's manhood pleasure his g-spot with a slow, powerful stroke.

However, Rhogar didn't take kindly to the little shit's condescending tone, and as his brother moved to begin hammering Gabriel anew, he grabbed the rat's hips in iron claws. He stifled another moan as they lifted the thief together, massaging his sensitive tip once more with all those silky ridges and bumps, but the shock seemed to dull as they got to work.

Gabriel, meanwhile, only got louder as the two-prong assault continued. Both felt so damn big, stretching out his whole undercarriage like the baron never could, and between both dicks, it felt like they were pressing every sensitive spot he had in a rhythm. To top it all off, Gabriel could feel their scaly, chiseled bodies on either side of him, taking control while keeping him safe, and even though Rhogar's eyes shone with malevolent glee, Gabriel didn't hesitate to hug him close. "Ahhh... ohhh, so good!" the rat cried, letting the two of them ravage his body as he hung on for dear life. "So... full!" He could feel himself rapidly approaching the second orgasm of the evening, and after only a minute more, another wave of pleasure rocked his petite body. Both holes clenched tight around the half-dragons' dicks, but the extra resistance didn't stop them from pounding him senseless. "Aaaauughhh..."

Meanwhile, the rat's pulsating snatch was driving Rhogar up the wall, and despite his previously caustic attitude, he couldn't help but hug the little bastard tight. His brother kept Gabriel's nethers sliding up and down his manhood with a rhythmically squelching symphony, and a short while later, his whole body shuddered with unbridled bliss as he blew his load. Though Rhogar hardly noticed, Krivan joined him in climax, and as both of them went balls-deep in Gabriel's tight body, their cocks began pumping out seed almost in tandem.

The rat had recovered most of his senses by the time the half-dragons exploded inside him, allowing him to fully enjoy being thoroughly filled. Thick, sticky jets of virile spunk were pumping into both his womb and colon, filling him to the brim before dribbling out onto the floor. To top it off, both brothers were moaning like two cherry-popping virgins while clutching the little rat, cozily sandwiching him between their squirming bodies. Even with his legs locked skyward in a full-nelson, Gabriel felt warm and safe... even though these two could have easily sent him to the headsman's block.

After a few tender moments, the two brothers slowly stumbled apart, and once Krivan released his legs, Gabriel acrobatically slid both cocks out before landing on his feet. His legs were still a tad shaky, and he was spilling spooge like an open jug, but after taking a moment to catch his breath, he felt ready to make his escape. "If it's all the same to you boys," he began, "I think it's best if we part ways... I vanished in the night, and you two never saw me."

At first, it seemed as if both half-dragons accepted the deal, but as soon as Gabriel waddled over towards the sack of jewelry and silks, Rhogar's hand shot out and caught his forearm. "Oh, I don't think so," the half-dragon sighed, his fingers clamping down on Gabriel's fur like an iron vice. "You see, plenty of his lordship's other guards saw us heading down here, and if you suddenly go missing with your entire flashy wardrobe..."

"...Then we'd take the blame," Krivan finished. Gabriel could swear he wasn't nearly enthused as his brother about keeping the thief under lock and key, but he understood what would happen if he was to be let loose.

"Alright... so are you just going to take me back up to my room?" the rat asked, trying to gently twist his arm free of Rhogar's grip with no success. "I'm definitely going to need a bath after all this cream filling..."

Rhogar's muzzle split in a vicious grin that his brother didn't seem to care for. "Oh, I don't think so... a little thief like you is too much of a flight risk, and besides, I think you deserve some sort of punishment for the night." He squinted his eyes in mock thought for a moment with one hand stroking his chin, then made a show of making his decision. "How about a night in the kennels? In yet another bout of drunken idiocy, you managed to get locked in with the drakes, and seeing as how you've been such a slut so far, some of them decided to have their way with you."

While he still sported a smirk on the outside, Gabriel could see his chances of escape crumbling before his eyes. He'd let his lust get the better of him, he'd underestimated the two half-dragons, and now, they were about to force him into an even more compromising position. "And what if I tell his lordship that you raped me?" he shot back, desperately trying to turn things in his favor.

"It'll be the word of his two most trusted guards against some whore he met a month ago, and we've got all the evidence we need to prove you were thieving." With that, he began dragging Gabriel along by the arm toward the door, stopping halfway to pick up a keyring from his discarded belt. "Krivan, get this loot somewhere safe and clean up a bit. I'll join you once I'm done with the little upstart.

As Gabriel looked back at the other half-dragon, he could see conflict shining in his eyes, a struggle between saving his own skin and caring for the little rat... but ultimately self-preservation won over. Soon he was alone with Rhogar, marching down the halls to what would undoubtedly be an awkward situation, and he couldn't help but wonder just how far Krivan's feelings for him went.

It didn't take long for the still-naked Rhogar to drag him down to the drake's kennels, and while Gabriel desperately hoped someone would see his semen-soaked condition, the path down to the wine cellar was utterly deserted. Nothing stepped in to stop Rhogar from tossing him into the drake's earthen cell, and as the half-dragon locked it behind him, Gabriel silently kicked himself for not fighting back. At least that would've given him a chance to get away empty-handed... now he was trapped even more than before. "Have fun with him, boys," Rhogar called back as he left the cellar, "The little slut goes nuts for some dick!"

The door slammed shut like a judge's gavel, sentencing Gabriel to a night of reflection on his failure. A brief look around the cell revealed that there was nothing he could pick the lock with, the tunnel leading outside had a grate chained over it, and the bars were just close enough to stop him from slipping out. The best thing he could do is come up with a cover story, something sappy and self-demeaning to earn the baron's pity...

Suddenly, Gabriel was shaken out of his plotting by something scaly rubbing against his side, and he looked down to see Tabbot staring back up at him. The guard drake seemed both confused and empathetic, and as he let out a hissing whine, Gabriel couldn't tell which of those emotions he was trying to convey. "Yeah, I screwed up," he replied in draconic while sitting down, "Got myself trapped down here for the night..."

Behind him, he could hear the rest of the pack standing to their feet and wandering over, hesitating a few steps behind their alpha as Tabbot lay down beside the rat. While Gabriel absentmindedly began distributing pets and rubs to his assembled cohort, the alpha's curious nose began sniffing downward, and he almost managed to reach Gabriel's seed-smeared nethers before the little thief noticed. Tabbot flinched back with an apologetic chuffle, expecting to be told off... but instead, he got quite the opposite reaction.

"Eh, go ahead," Gabriel sighed, "I could use some cleaning up." With that, he lay down on his side and spread both legs and tail, giving the guard drakes abundant access to both filth-caked holes. "Go on, they don't bite."

It took a second for Tabbot to work up the courage to start nosing around, sniffing the foreign scent of half-dragon cum and the familiar smell of Gabriel's nethers, but the new smells seemed to invigorate his confidence. It didn't take him long to plant a long, sloppy lick along the rat's vulva, and when Gabriel didn't react, he began diligently lapping up the mixture of bodily fluids with his muscular tongue. A moment later, Pike dug into his rear with the same diligence, and between the two packmates' eager slurping, Gabriel got cleaned up in no time at all.

"Mmmmm... good boys." Once most of the dried jizz was gone, the rat relaxed onto his back and continued pondering just what would happen to him. The baron would definitely go easy on him, that much was certain... it was just a question of how much he got pinned down after supposedly locking himself in the-

Mid-thought, Gabriel heard a sort of whine from between his legs, and he looked up to see Tabbot standing about like a nervous schoolboy. It took him a second to notice the red rocket emerging from his blue-scaled sheath, but once he did, he immediately knew what the guard drake wanted. On the one hand, it wouldn't do his reputation any favors to bed down with one of his lordship's other pets, but on the other... well, what else was he going to do for the next few hours?

He quickly stuck a finger down between his legs, and sure enough, he was plenty slick from Krivan's leftovers. After wiggling it around a bit to get himself nice and warmed up, he flipped over onto his hands and knees with his tail raised, inviting Tabbot to dig in and enjoy. "Just take it easy," he murmured as the guard drake stepped up behind him, "I may not be porcelain, but I'm still pretty fragile."

Tabbot let out a small huff of acknowledgement, then gently mounted Gabriel's hips and began poking at the rat's rump with his half-erect tip. At the same time, Pike had been pacing around to his front, and as soon as Gabriel beckoned the other drake closer, Tabbot let out an angry hiss. It was evident that he wanted the rat all to himself, but the rat in question was more than willing to share.

"Hey, easy now!" he snapped at Tabbot, "Don't get all pissy, there's plenty for everyone." Seeming disheartened by the outburst, the alpha drake hastily dismounted, but Gabriel quickly comforted the blue-scaled beast. "Look, it's just gonna take a bit of maneuvering is all. Here, roll on your back... c'mon, I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise."

Though apprehensive about exposing himself, Tabbot trusted Gabriel enough to roll all the way belly-up, showing off his smooth sky-blue underside and emerging erection. Gabriel then slid across his stomach like he was mounting a saddle, scooting backward bit by bit until he felt Tabbot's cock poke him in the vulva. "See, I'm not going to hurt you," he cooed, "Just getting things lined up..." After taking the drake's hardening cock in one hand, Gabriel gingerly pressed it into himself, letting the pointed tip slip into his snatch with an audible squelch. He could feel Tabbot squirming with anticipation as he slid backward, but the guard drake kept relatively still until he was half-buried in Gabriel's tight warmth. "There we go... now try moving your hips."

Though a tad unsure of the compromising position, Tabbot followed Gabriel's instructions and tried humping forward, an action that immediately earned him a reward. His cock slid deeper in a burst of silky friction, and after a few more tries, he was happily thrusting back and forth. It was a strange position to be sure, but the cozy embrace of Gabriel's snatch more than made up for the awkwardness... and it just felt good having the rat's furry belly pressed up against his own.

While the alpha got their new plaything warmed up, Pike snuck around back to assess a different plan of attack that involved Gabriel's still-slickened tailhole, and his dick was already beginning to slip out at the thought of getting balls deep in the tight little sphincter. It didn't take him long to sneak up behind the rutting pair, and when he mounted Gabriel's still-swaying hips, both let out noises of moderate surprise. "Gentle, Pike," the little rat murmured, and in response, the second of the guard drakes seemed to ease up just a bit. Tabbot stopped his humping just long enough for his lieutenant to get in position, and with one synchronized thrust, they both plunged into Gabriel's eager body.

The rat couldn't help but gasp in surprise as both his holes were filled again, this time by the thick, animalistic cocks of Tabbot and Pike. Though he was once again sandwiched between two scaly hunks, Gabriel found it to be a completely different experience: he could feel their different shapes massaging his insides, and the two guard drakes seemed quite obedient rather than domineering. When he told them to go a bit faster, they did just that, and as he gently shifted himself to better hit his g-spot, they accommodated him without question. "Ooooh... good boys," he moaned, "Just like that... nice and deep. Mmmmm..."

Despite his contentment, he still had another hole that could be filled, and while his superiors humped at Gabriel's rear, Chopper leisurely paced over to the rat's other end. Watching them go to town was more than enough to get him started, but seeing as how he'd have to wait his turn for either propper hole, he instead brought his groin up to Gabriel's face. At first, it seemed like Tabbot and Pike were about to tell him off, but as the rat tenderly began stroking the shaft with one spittle-slickened hand, both took the que to stand down.

After getting the third drake cock of the night all the way out of its sheath, Gabriel tugged Chopper a bit closer, and he responded by bringing his cock straight up to the rat's mouth. With a little lip work, Gabriel got the tip inside his soft, warm muzzle, but after sliding it halfway in, Chopper did something he didn't expect: the drake swung one leg over his head, turning around so that Gabriel was sucking his cock from behind, then backed up until he was fully hilted. It was a bit difficult to get any sort of bobbing going, but Gabriel got to sucking all the same, earning a contented chuffle from Chopper as the rat's slimy gullet pulsed around his meat.

It was almost therapeutic, being wrapped up in scaly warmth with all three of his holes plugged by draconic dicks, his insides rhythmically massaged with each synchronized thrust... it wasn't the same thrill ride of pleasure the two brothers had given him, but after they threw him to the wolves, he rather enjoyed the relaxed pace. All Gabriel really had to do was suckle on Chopper's cock like an oversized teat, and judging by the way his chuffles were turning into panting moans, that was more than enough for the pent up drake. "Good boys," he absentmindedly murmured, though with six inches of drake meat down his throat, it came out more like, "Mmm hmph..."

Chopper was the first to approach a climax, his tip oozing precum down Gabriel's throat while he wordlessly groaned in appreciation, and after only a few minutes of letting the rat do his work, his whole back half shuddered with a blissful release. Slimy seed spurted straight down Gabriel's throat, and though it was a bit runnier than a half-dragon's, Gabriel still happily gulped it down. It took a little while for Chopper to fully empty his testes, and once the powerful gushing diminished to a trickle, he just stood dazed with his member still in the rat's mouth. It took almost half a minute for him to fully come to his senses and lazily pull his cock out of Gabriel's heavenly gullet, but by then, the little thief was more concerned with a different sensation at his other end.

Judging by the harsh panting above him and rough rutting of his tailhole, Gabriel guessed Pike would be next in line to finish, but that wasn't what worried him: he could feel a distinctive bulge slapping against his rear that he probably should have expected on these draconic guard dogs. He hadn't had too much experience with knots before, but he'd heard enough tales to know it was usually an ultra-erogenous zone that could make its owner come in seconds... and that it could be quite uncomfortable to pop in.

Gabriel did his best to relax as Pike's quickened humping continued, but to the rat's surprise, the knot wasn't pushing inward, and the drake seemed to be deliberately keeping it out. Even as his body tensed and his cock throbbed inside Gabriel, the massive lump just rested on the rat's gaping exterior, hardly plugging anything as Pike pumped his load into the rat's bowels. As soon as he slid the girthy organ back out, his runny jizz started steadily leaking from Gabriel's gaping ass, running off Tabbot's nether regions before splattering against the floor. The beta guard drake seemed awfully hasty to dismount, but Gabriel realized why when he met Tabbot's eyes: only the alpha had the privilege of knotting the pack's bitch.

With no other packmates to interfere, Tabbot suddenly rolled back over and pinned Gabriel to the ground, his hips rapidly picking up speed as he let out a contented growl. In response, his petite lover's legs locked around his haunches, holding him tight to the drake's chest as his tip hammered away at his g-spot. "Ooooh, fuck," Gabriel moaned, "That's it... right there... ahhhh, good boy..."

Even after firmly taking charge, Tabbot still seemed to care for his partner's pleasure, and he didn't hesitate to zero in on Gabriel's sweet spot with his hammering thrusts. Before long, the rat's quiet murmurs of pleasure had turned to wild cries of bliss, and Gabriel could swiftly feel the night's sexual activity coming to a head for the third time. "Gahhh... gonna... aaahhhhhh!" As his nethers clamped down on an intruding organ once again, his arms and legs squeezed the guard drake tight, keeping himself in place while his nethers exploded with pleasure. Right as he did so, Tabbot gave one more incredibly rough thrust to pop his knot past the petite rat's pliable vulva, letting Gabriel's muff swallow the bulge and squeeze it like a fist. The drake let out his own caterwaul of pure ecstasy as he climaxed, driven half-mad by the feeling of his knot being squeezed and milked by Gabriel's tight, cozy body. Ropes of hot, slimy cum shot all the way to Gabriel's womb, each spurt more powerful than the last, filling him up with the knot acting like a cork.

After what felt like minutes of writhing in conjoined pleasure, the drake's gushing load finally began to slow, and the scaly beast gradually rolled onto his side with Gabriel still caught on his knot. The rat gradually snuggled up against his chest, using his foreleg as a headrest while his free arm stroked Tabbot's side. "There's a good boy," he sighed, feeling the drake's racing heartbeat with each gentle pet. "You sure know how to make a guy feel loved..."

Tabbot let out an appreciative chuffle in reply, leaning down to give Gabriel's head a tender lick. The rat could practically feel the intimate satisfaction radiating off him, and after watching from the other side of the bars, he understood how this might be the best moment of Tabbot's life. Hell, it might be the best night of all their lives; Pike eventually came around to clean up the mess he'd left in Gabriel's rear, and Chopper flopped down back-to-back with the rat, once again making him feel enveloped in their warmth... but the tiniest whimper told him he'd missed something.

Gabriel propped himself up to see Baxter standing dejectedly a few feet away, his full-on erection dripping precum onto the ground as he watched from afar. The poor thing looked absolutely pitiful, and after taking a second to make sure Tabbot's knot was dying down, Gabriel carefully disentangled himself from the pack's paws, bodies, and cocks. "Sorry, boys," he murmured in reply to the confused grunts, "Seems someone's been left out."

With Tabbot's massive load of spunk steadily dripping from his loins in a milky white trail, Gabriel headed over to Baxter, and the drake perked up considerably as he approached. Baxter offered a curious chuffle, hoping that the rat was going to be merciful to the runt of the group, and Gabriel's sly smile confirmed his optimistic hopes. "Oh, I haven't forgotten about you," the little thief cooed, "I was just saving the best for last." He slowly got down on his knees and turned around, raising his tail to flaunt his tantalizing backside, and it took all of two seconds for Baxter to rush over. However, before he actually mounted, Baxter quickly remembered his loyalties and looked to Tabbot for approval, but the alpha drake merely let out a lazy grunt that said, "Go ahead, I've had my fun."

Seeing similar approval from the rest of his pack, Baxter hastily took hold of Gabriel's backside with his front paws, then clumsily probed around for the rat's slimy snatch with his tip. At first, he worried he was screwing things up, but with a little guidance from Gabriel, his next thrust hit the mark, and he suddenly slid halfway into tight, warm, slimy nirvana. The rat could feel his first-time jitters from a mile away, and this time, Gabriel focused on popping the runt's cherry as spectacularly as possible, pushing back and clenching down to give him the experience of a lifetime. Baxter's body was so overwhelmed by the sensation of being inside a pulsing vagina that he clumsily humped the rat's rear, grunting and huffing like an asthmatic hound while he lost himself to the pleasure. It took less than two minutes for his worked-up loins to finally burst, and when they did, it was like nothing he'd ever experienced.

Gabriel could feel the drake quivering behind him, spurting his first-ever load into his squeezing snatch even though his knot was hanging outside. As Baxter's surging orgasm died down to a trickle, Gabriel realized he'd almost forgotten how good it felt to pop someone's cherry, to pull out the cork of inhibition and expose them to a whole new world of visceral pleasure... and that was just what he'd done to Baxter. Gabriel let the drake take his time to savor the post-coital haze, the gooey embrace of his own fresh spunk squeezed by Gabriel's nethers, the satisfying slurp of pulling his glazed coke free, then remained still as Baxter cleaned up after himself. It was clumsy but effective, his muscular tongue lapping seed from his oozing vulva like he was drinking from a tap, and after a little while, the cum-cocktail had dried to a dribble.

As the drake stood there panting, Gabriel turned around and gave him a tender smooch on the cheek, then made his way over to the massive amalgam of bedding that served as the pack's collective bed. Feeling fatigue beginning to fray his senses, the well-used rat flopped onto the nest belly-up, and it wasn't long before the others came to join him. To his surprise, Baxter darted over to cuddle by his right side, nuzzling his snout against the rat's neck to better enjoy his familiar scent. Tabbot came in second, pinning his left arm while pressing his back flush to Gabriel's side; Pike came third, taking up a sort of vigil as he curled above Gabriel's head; and last came Chopper, who flopped across his packmates with surprising grace. After a few minutes of subtle adjusting, it seemed everyone was comfortable in the massive pile of straw and feathers, each keeping warm from each other's body heat. Gabriel was stuffed in the middle of it all, pressed in on all sides by scaly yet cuddly beasts... it wasn't how he planned on ending the night, but it beat being locked in an empty cell or stuck in a stockade.

The thief started to ponder what might come next, what he'd say to the baron to minimize the damage, but he found his thoughts drowned out by the chorus of gentle breathing coming from the whole pack. Before long, he began to buy into their philosophy of living in the moment, and he began to drift off amidst warm bodies and comfy cushioning. Whatever tomorrow held, he'd meet it with the pack at his back... and when his reasoning mind fell to dreaming, he imagined himself leading the drakes as some sort of feral druid.

However, when he woke, it wasn't to the shouting of guards, the taunting voice of Rhogar, or the sound of keys in a lock; it was to the quiet stirring of the drakes as they picked up a new scent. As Gabriel gradually came to with the pack slipping out from around him, he realized that it was still pitch black, and his sensitive ears could hear someone coming down the tunnel that led outside. "Easy now," a familiar voice said amidst uncertain hisses and growls, "I'm not gonna hurt you..."

"Krivan?" Gabriel's sleep-addled brain took a second to connect the dots, but as it did, he slid off the makeshift bed to stand behind the drakes. Sure enough, stooped over in the dirt tunnel was one of the two half-dragon siblings, and as he stepped out into the cell proper, Gabriel motioned for the pack to stand down. "Krivan? What are you doing?"

Krivan's jaw momentarily clenched as he stood to his full height, almost as if he was steeling his resolve. "I'm rescuing you," he replied in a murmur, "Come with me." With that, he tossed a bundle at Gabriel, and as the rat unfolded it, he realized it was his dark grey stealth gear.

A whole litany of questions sprung up in his mind, but as his instinct to survive overtook his curious side, Gabriel settled on just one: "Got a plan?"

"I tied up a couple guards where they can't make much noise, they shouldn't be missed for about an hour." While Krivan looked over his shoulder back out the tunnel, Gabriel swiftly got dressed, and by the time the half-dragon turned back to face him, he was ready to go. "Just keep low and don't make too much noise... we'll leave down the garden path, then swing around to the horses up front.

Once Gabriel nodded, the two of them began sneaking out the tunnel like two thieves in the night, but they were both stopped in their tracks by a subtle whine behind them. Tabbot and the rest of the drakes had followed just a few feet behind, and judging by the longing shining in their eyes, they didn't take kindly to being left in the dust. Krivan's stern expression showed his disapproval of having a retinue of guard drakes, but Gabriel was quick to vouch for them. "C'mon, they're not gonna slow us down, and we can't just leave them here... you've seen how they get treated." While part of him agreed with Krivan, one glance back at Baxter's pitying gaze hardened his determination to bring them along. "Besides, if we need money, we can probably find a high-paying buyer for all four of them."

Krivan took a deep breath, then grudgingly nodded. He switched to draconic, then addressed the drakes as well as his rodent ward. "Fine, they can come, but they'd better not give us away."

Tabbot let out a quiet affirming chuff, and as the two bipeds resumed sneaking out of the cellar, the pack of drakes slunk just behind them like a pack of panthers. Just outside the entrance, Krivan picked up what Gabriel assumed was the bag full of silks and jewelry, which thankfully made very little noise slung over the half-dragon's back. Between all six of them, there wasn't anything louder than a muttered word, and they almost effortlessly snuck their way out of the manor without being noticed. Along the way, Gabriel spotted signs of struggles and tied-up sentries, but there was nothing to suggest that any of them had managed to raise the alarm.

True to Krivan's word, two horses were waiting for them, tied up to the hitching rail just outside the manor's gates: one was a massive stallion, and the other was a modest pony. After untying both, Krivan helped Gabriel up onto the pony before mounting the stallion, making sure that the rat's delicate physique wouldn't go tumbling off at the first bump. Though he wasn't the best of riders, Gabriel knew how to follow along behind someone else, and that's just what he did as Krivan kicked his mount into a gallop. Tabbot, Pike, Chopper, and Baxter all followed alongside like a pack of loyal hunting hounds, and the odd group managed to make it out of town before the sun could start to rise.

The darkness-shrouded ride was undoubtedly grim, with both riders focused more on their own inner conflicts than on each other, and Gabriel couldn't help but wonder what kind of state he'd left the baron in. Running off with his bodyguard and guard drakes would probably inflict the same emotional wounds as robbing him blind, perhaps with a bit more trust issues thrown in, and maybe with a bit more damage to his sexual ego. Then again, that could be a perfect opportunity for Rebbecca to rekindle their romance, assuming she hadn't grown to hate her husband too much.

Rhogar was probably screwed, as he would bear the brunt of the baron's wrath in his and Krivan's absence... but as the first rays of dawn began to peek over the horizon, Gabriel realized he wasn't the only one who was thinking about the aftermath. "What's going to happen to your brother?" he asked, breaking the tense silence between him and Krivan. "Do you think he's going to get arrested? Fired for negligence, maybe?"

To Gabriel's surprise, his half-dragon rescuer cracked a slightly amused smile instead of being worried. "No, he's smart enough to realize what we've done before the guards do. He'll get the hell out of there, then probably track me down again."

Again? "You've split up before?"

"Yep... I think five times, counting this one, about once every two decades." As he glanced back toward Gabriel, he could see a confusing building in the rat's features, and he decided to cut through the back-and-forth questioning with a bit of exposition. "Rhogar and I are a little over a hundred years old, born as twins and stuck together by fate; the reason we've stuck around so long was because our father was a red dragon in human form, or at least that's what we assume. Every so often we'll get separated, either because of something we can't control or one of us doing something to piss the other off, but we always seem to find our way back together... and I don't doubt it'll happen after today. He's probably sworn vengeance just like I've done to him, but he'll simmer down by the time we meet up again."

With the whole string of questions answered, Gabriel decided to ask something quite a bit more critical: "Why'd you save me?" He'd been wondering about it since the half-dragon had pulled him out of the kennel, but it wasn't until now that the veil of discretion had torn enough for him to ask.

This time, Krivan didn't answer immediately, instead letting out a sigh as he formulated an answer. "I didn't want to see you get thrown to the wolves," he eventually replied. "You're a thief, that much I can't deny, but considering you went after the richest man in Brentry while being nothing but kind to his servants, I think you're still a good person... or at least as good a person as anyone can be."

"Are you sure you didn't just want your own beautiful concubine?" Gabriel replied, only half-joking as he pondered the idea. Now that he thought about it, traveling about with a burly half-dragon as his boyfriend wouldn't be all that bad, especially since he knew how warm he was under that scaly exterior...

"Not just for the sex... but that's probably part of it. I also wanted a change of scenery, too, and I've always wanted to rob some rich bastard on my way out of his house." Krivan paused for a few moments in thought, seeming to mull over just why he did what he did. "There's a lot of reasons, but it was mostly for your sake... and even if that's not all of it, I don't think my motives matter now that it's already done."

Despite his curiosity, Gabriel nodded in agreement, relaxing back into the saddle as much as he could while scanning the horizon. All things considered, this was a pretty good outcome for a month's worth of prep work: he had a bag of decadent clothes and jewelry to sell, four guard drakes who obeyed his every command, and a half-dragon companion who knew how to keep him happy. It wasn't the haul of a lifetime that he was intending, but it was still a pretty good reward... and of course, it was better than winding up copperless in a dungeon.