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Sugar's tongue flickers in delight at the spacious quarters. "Oh, Mr. Dragonkin, you have such a lovely caravan. Why would you ever want to leave it?"

Their client squeezes the shoulders of both Raifyres and takes a deep breath. "I have business, and I hate travel. Bringing a bit of home with me is the best way to keep myself from being homesick."

"Oh, sir, but surely you enjoy some things about the... exotic world around you..." Sugar's tail brushes up along the back of the dragonkin's slacks. Already, the man stiffens up, as if primed to pounce. His grip on Karra loosens slightly as he pulls the male in.

It's a good distraction for her cause, but she can't just leave, not just yet. Instead, she helps things along, moving her hands around the dragonkin's belt and undoing some of the loops.

"Oh, I do love it," the Dragonkin says. "That's why I brought you here..." he moves his hand down, petting from Sugar's chin and over his collar. "You are quite the specimen... you both are. I've never seen a kobold with scales as white as yours."

Sugar stands on the tips of his claws, his hands moving up, unbuttoning the client's shirt from the bottom on up. "And you're the most exotic client I've had. I'm used to so many gruff and ugly men. Yours is the first I'd ride for pleasure."

"I wouldn't deny you a fair compensation," the dragon chuckles, moving his hand off of Karra and gripping Sugar by the butt, lifting him up.

Sugar wraps his arms and his legs around the client, his tail coiling around the man's arms. The two draconic men nuzzle one another as the dragonkin stands in his underthings.

Karra, now free from the touch, slips off, holding her breath as she makes her way over towards the kitchen and bar. At least she'll be able to slip the vial into the drink quickly, right? She can only hope.

She pours a drink for her host, not even knowing what it is. As she reaches for her dropper, she pauses. What if they catch her doing this? No, she has to pocket it and put it in secretly. She takes the glass and glances around. There's a small closet. Perhaps there, she can do the deed in secret?

A loud thump and the dragonkin pins Sugar down on the bed, his tongue rolling out and licking the freshly cleaned scales, getting only a taste of the raifyre's natural body. Sugar leans back, feeling the warmth of the dragonkin's shaft at his trousers, but the dragonkin is not satisfied. He grabs Sugar's pants and pulls them down, exposing his smaller length.

The dragonkin wraps his fingers around Sugar's length and his own shaft, stroking along them both. "Oh, yes, you are an exquisite beast," he grunts, smoke puffing out from his nostrils.

"Oh, you flatter me, great dragon!" Sugar teases.

"Please," he grunts, stroking along both lengths, "I am only admiring your wonderful body. Let me see how much further I can take my admiration!" he lets go, letting the pre ooze off of both of their tips before he grabs Sugar by the ankles and lifts him up, having his shoulders hit the bed. The dragonkin lets his tongue hang, a wad of his spit falling out and onto Sugar's tailhole. This prized puckered star is the crown jewel of all who would want to flirt on the side of sodomy, and this dragon seems to be intimately familiar with it. The dragonkin runs his fingers up over the raifyre's cheeks, rubbing the lubricant over the hole. Even diluted by his non-dragon heritage, the dragon's saliva already does its job, making the kobold creature much more receptive to the feelings.

Sugar holds onto the dragon with his tail around his host's knees. The dragonkin runs his large red cock down over Sugar's taint, and he grunts, pushing it against his star.

Sugar gasps, his eyes rolling back. He had thought he would need to do more for the customer, but it seems the dragon was ready to take him on right then and there. With his feverish grunting, the dragonkin spreads him open, leaving Sugar to sit and take in the feelings, his cock oozing onto his stomach as his vision blurs. But even in the swirl of ecstasy, Sugar notices something odd.

Where's Karra?

He glances around as much as he can, but he can't very well look for her with a giant cock bulging his stomach. He groans, squeezing his eyes shut as clawed hands run all over his scales, taking him possessively as his mind floods with the sheer joy of his work and the confusion of his friend's odd behavior.

When he cries out, his voice is broken into pants "ah, ah, w... we... where?"

The dragonkin doesn't heed him and just keeps going. His own eyes are closed and the room begins to get hazy from the smoke billowing from his mouth and nostrils.

"Where is K-Karra!?" The consort finally gasps out, his release coming soon, his body betraying his concern for his friend as spurts of cum shoot up and onto his shiny scales.

The dragonkin hears that and yanks himself out, the bordello boy falling to the mattress. The dragonkin's ejaculation already begins, shooting off onto him and all over the mattress, leaving Sugar a sticky mess.

He takes a moment to compose himself, running his hands over his head as he glances at the glistening stains over the pure white body of his partner. Once fully out of the afterglow, he cries,"Karra? Where are you, girl? What are you doing?"

Inside the closet, Karra is carefully trying to apply the drop. Her heart thumps rapidly in her chest as a shadow looms over the slits of the closet door. Then, the door flies open and light bursts forth, only covered by the shadowed form of the dragonkin, his teeth showing as he growls, his eyes upon the dropper. "You have a lot of explaining to do..."