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Knightly Duties Part 3 by RVasil

Aldon looked ahead. Sure enough, there it was, Wave Harbor.

Wave Harbor was labelled as the gateway to the Kingdom of Kadou. If you were travelling by sea and wanted to visit the kingdom, this was most likely your port of entry. Large groups of people from all walks of life frequently passed through here. Various goods and products were shipped and received; if you needed to find something, you would most likely find it here. Aside from commerce, Wave Harbor was a thriving location of its own. The place itself shared the same architectural style as Kadou City, but had its own flare. Flags and banners of the Kingdom of Kadou were decorated accordingly, the flags flying up high at the roof of some structures, easily reminding you of whose territory you were in. Buildings were made up of stone and wood, the wood serving as decorative stylings, criss crossing against the stone walls. Roofs followed a more earthy color scheme, being colored a bright tan to help it stick out to ships arriving at night. A lighthouse could be seen at the far distance, the magically created bright light serving as guidance for evening scheduled ships.

The place was divided into sections. There was the port that was visited by cargo ships and passengers ships on a daily basis. There was Stockpile District; a place filled to the brim with nothing but warehouses meant to store cargo before being delivered to its destination. Then there was the small town itself. It was the place the workers of the area called home. There was a market that traded in fresh food and beverages, a local blacksmith that sold weapons to adventurers fresh off the boat, and there was even a local mage who served as a healer whenever there was an unfortunate accident.

This was Aldon and Garrin's destination. Amidst everything that had happened throughout the entirety of the day, it was easy to forget why they were here and what they were after. The blue dragon turned to Garrin. "I do hope you know where this 'Gadel' guy is." This was Aldon's first time being here. He was surely going to get lost if he was by himself.

"I do. We'll visit his shop tomorrow and buy the Beer Root for the king. For now though, we'll rest at an inn. It's getting late." They continued driving, Garrin and Aldon looking around for a place to stay the night. "There," Garrin called out. He pointed to a modest looking building that had an empty space near it. A sign that hung outside of it had the picture of a bed. "You can park the carriage there."

Aldon did so. A few moments later, he pulled on the brake and 'locked' the carriage for safe keeping. It was a simple spell but effective one; it secured the wheels in place and the spell would only be dismissed if Aldon or Garrin's magical energy coursed through it. The area they were in was relatively void of people, save for the few that were loitering, and some that Aldon presumed was heading home. It was late at night after all. The streets would be busier in the morning.

The triceratops and the blue dragon went into the building. A sleepy oryx beastman awaited them. He was leaning back on his seat, his legs were propped up on the desk, and he was visibly absorbed by whatever book he was reading. The sound of Garrin and Aldon's heavy footsteps alerted him to their presence. He quickly made himself presentable, nearly falling over in haste to stand up and greet the arriving patrons.

"Good evening, gentlemen. Welcome to the Bluewater Inn. What can I help you with?"

It was Garrin who attended to the concierge. Aldon meanwhile busied himself by checking out the place. It was quaint. The door to their right led to a large area that was filled with benches and tables. There was an unlit fireplace at the side. A few patrons were there, some chatting with one another. A few ate by their lonesome. With the way they were dressed, Aldon figured they were travellers who were staying in the inn for the night.

"We would like to have two rooms for the evening," Garrin answered. "One for me and for my companion."

"Give me a moment, sir." The oryx looked down and pulled out a tome. He then opened it and began flicking through the pages. His hands trailed through the list of names that were written on it. He then let out a thoughtful hum as he looked up to face Garrin once more. "Unfortunately, all the single rooms we have are full. We do have a room with a double bed if that is to your liking."

That meant Garrin and Aldon had to share the bed. Garrin sighed. He wasn't in the mood to go out looking for other options. He was tired, hungry, and sleepy. "It'll have to do. We'll take it."

"Right away, sir."

Garrin signed his name on the book and then handed the necessary amount of coins for payment for their lodging. After everything was sorted out, the oryx handed him the key to their room. "I hope you enjoy your stay."

The black triceratops pocketed the keys in his trousers and looked around for Aldon. He checked the area and found the dragon was getting them hot meals for the evening in the dining hall. An oryx waitress was helping Aldon put the meals on their table.

"Thank you," Aldon said, smiling at her.

"You're welcome," she replied. "If there's anything more I can do, please, feel free to call me." She took her leave. The sound of Garrin's footsteps made Aldon turn his head. "Oh there you are. I decided to get us some food to eat."

"Thank you," Garrin answered, taking a sniff of the meal. It wasn't like what they ate at the castle, but it was enough to satiate the hunger in his stomach. They got into their seats and began to dig in. Garrin sat across from Aldon. "I got us a room, but we might have a problem."

Aldon glanced at him midbite. He gulped down the food before answering. "What is it?"

"They don't have single rooms anymore so we'll have to share the bed. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh," the blue dragon answered. "Uh, that's okay."

Why did his heart skip a beat? Aldon felt anxious all of a sudden and it baffled him. This wasn't the first time he shared a room with someone. Back when he was young and their house was small, it was normal for him to sleep with his family in one room because that was all they had. Even when he started training as a knight, he had to share a room with his fellow knights in training at the barracks. The notion wasn't foreign to him. So what was different now?

"If I snore too loudly, just cast a silence spell on me. I'll dispel it when I get up."

The blue dragon nodded in response but his mind was still confused. Even as they finished eating and began to head to their room, Aldon was beside himself. He looked at Garrin, wondering if the things he had seen today, the things he had experienced in viewing the man's memories; he wondered if those played a role in the way he was feeling now. Garrin was someone he always looked up to. The black triceratops's reputation preceded him. If there was a First Class Knight people knew by name, it was Garrin.

They even gave him a title: Garrin of the Four Horns; a metaphor for his bravery, loyalty, skill, and deadliness in battle. It was born from his years of service to the royal family, helping end skirmishes with neighboring countries back at a time when tensions were high and they were yet to be called allies. When he was a knight in training, Garrin was someone Aldon aspired to be. It was a dream come true when his hard work paid off and he was promoted. Aldon never met Garrin personally until now. Their lives were different. Today was the first time they ever spoke to each other. And yet in the few hours they spent together that there was in a single day, Aldon felt like he knew Garrin for years.

But was there more to his admiration? Aldon had viewed the man's memories. Seeing moments in time that was integral to the triceratops's identity. The things he saw. The things he felt. Aldon reflected on his experiences today; his mind going back to the now unlocked chest in his head that contained a desire he tried so desperately to forget. It whispered in his ears, telling him the simple and obvious answer to the question that was buzzing in his head.

The answer was plain as day.

Yet the dragon was scared to admit it to himself.

The sound of the door unlocking pulled Aldon away from his thoughts. Garrin opened the door to their room and stepped in. "Huh, this is nice," he said, admiring the room they were now going to sleep in. It had a homey atmosphere to it. There was an open window that showed a view of the town outside. The gentle and cool sea breeze flowed in. There was a desk next to it with some pieces of parchment along with an ink bottle on top of it. Next to it were some quills. It was probably made in mind for adventurers who needed to send letters while they were out travelling. At the center of the room was a large bed, big enough for the two of them to sleep in. On it were two towels neatly folded. There was a door to the right side that led to what Aldon presumed was the bathroom. An enchanted scroll next to the main door served to control the ball of light that illuminated the room.

"I'll go take a bath first if you don't mind," Garrin said, making a beeline towards the towels and grabbing one.

"Oh sure, go right ahead." Aldon closed the door behind him. He walked over to the empty side of the room and dropped their rucksacks. Despite his mind ablaze with questions about himself and his sexuality, that wasn't enough to stop the yawn that escaped his mouth. He glanced out the open window and looked at the sleeping town. The moon was shining down brightly, getting ever so closer to the middle of the sky. It was late at night and he was exhausted from travelling. The dragon unclasped the cape he was wearing, folding it neatly and placing it on the desk. He then sat on the foot of the bed, glad to know it was soft and comfortable. Aldon bent down, working on the straps of his boots. A few moments later he was walking around barefoot, his sore and tired feet glad to be free from his footwear.

Wondering what to do to help pass the time, his eyes glanced at the pieces of parchment on the table. He thought for a moment before walking over and sitting down on the chair. Aldon grabbed the items on the desk and began to write a letter to his family. It was short and simple. He asked them how they were doing and how things were on the ranch. Aldon wrote a short passage, informing his family that he was okay, and his first day on the job was quite an eventful one. He couldn't give them specifics but suffice to say, he was content with what he was currently doing. The dragon then happily added that he was partnered with Garrin. The triceratops was his mentor and he was learning a lot. Aldon then finished off the letter by writing to his family that he loved them and he was planning on visiting as soon as he was able to.

The dragon was delivering the parchment with a spell when the door to the bathroom opened.

"Hey, it's your turn. I left the tap running for you."

Aldon turned his head. "Oh thanks I..." He found his voice trailing slightly as his eyes took in what was in front of him. "I...appreciate it." Standing by the bathroom door was Garrin, naked as the day he was born. He was too busy drying his head off to notice Aldon staring at him. This wasn't the first time Aldon had seen Garrin naked. The memory viewings made sure of that. But despite seeing the black triceratops in various states of undress, it was a different thing entirely to see him naked, physically, in front of him. Aldon didn't know it, but a slight bit of drool had escaped the sides of his mouth when his eyes darted to the thing that was hanging between Garrin's legs.

Garrin of the Four Horns was definitely an appropriate title.

The cock he saw in Garrin's memory with the queen was impressive. But physically seeing it now in person? How was it even possible for him to have gotten larger? Despite being flaccid, Garrin's cock looked monstrous, shaking back and forth teasingly as Garrin meticulously dried his own head off. Even Garrin's balls looked bigger than they were before, hitting the sides of his thigh as he continued to dry himself. Aldon was so entranced by what he was looking at that he didn't notice Garrin saw him staring.

"What is it?" Garrin asked plainly. He looked down at himself to check if there was something wrong with his body.

The man's question shook Aldon awake. "Sorry," he sputtered out. His mind quickly raced and he threw out the best reason he could think of to justify himself staring. "I-I think you missed a spot on your chest."

Garrin glanced down and to Aldon's gratefulness, there was a spot indeed Garrin missed. The triceratops was quick to dry it off. Afterwards, he proceeded to hang the towel on the hooks near the side of the bathroom door. He snapped his fingers and the pieces of clothes he wore earlier floated out of the bathroom and neatly folded themselves before resting next to Aldon's own pile of clothing. The black triceratops tiredly yawned, stretching shamelessly in front of his blue dragon partner. "If you don't mind, Aldon, I sleep in the nude." He then walked over to his side of the bed and unceremoniously dropped himself onto it. Garrin grabbed his side of the blanket and covered himself. "I'll be seeing you in the morning. Goodnight."

"G-goodnight," Aldon answered. He was grateful his body was turned away from Garrin's. If it wasn't, Garrin would have seen the stiff erection that was visibly tenting his trousers at the moment. He discreetly stood up, grabbed his towel and made his way towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The tap was still running but the large basin that served as the tub was now nearly full. Aldon quickly turned it off to avoid it spilling. The dragon then began to undress, taking off his shirt followed by his trousers. The black pouch that served as his underwear was visibly soaked, no doubt from the ejaculations he had while viewing Garrin's memories.He loosened the straps, releasing the fabric that contained his member. His cock bobbed freely in the air, throbbing slightly with each beat of his heart. Aldon sighed as he stared at his penis.

"What am I going to do with you?"

Aldon considered himself average despite in reality being above it. If Garrin's cock was as thick as a mug of ale and was as long as the man's impressive thighs, Aldon was just a smidge behind the metrics. The dragon just never had enough male partners to realize that the thing that swung between his legs would easily attract the attention of promiscuous and adventurous individuals. His throbbing cock was the same color as his underscales: a soft shade of yellow that reminded him of a banana. The description was more appropriate than he realized.

For a brief moment he contemplated on what he was going to do with his throbbing erection. Eventually he just shook his head and dipped himself into the bath. While his body was horny for release, he didn't want to risk it with Garrin sleeping in the next room. That, and he was afraid what his mind would conjure to arouse him at the mental state he was in now.

Besides, the cold water was enough to douse the fire that was raging in his loins.

It was minutes later when Aldon stepped off the bath, scales clean and free from sweat and dirt. He began to dry himself off when his eyes darted to his neatly folded clothes. They were dirty and clearly smelled of sweat. They needed to be dried. Wearing them to sleep wasn't the best of ideas. While Aldon wasn't opposed to the idea of sleeping in the nude, he remembered that he was sleeping with someone. And they share one bed.

Aldon sighed.

A few moments later, he opened the door to the bedroom, wearing only the pouch that made up the lower half of his First Class Knight uniform. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than nothing. Garrin was fast asleep, a light snore emanating from the triceratops. He was still at his side of the bed, laying on his side and facing the wall. Aldon walked over to the desk and placed his folded clothes on it. Seeing Garrin sleeping peacefully made him yawn. Exhaustion washed over him and he climbed onto bed.

It was an odd feeling to share the bed with someone. But Aldon made it a point to be modest, leaving an ample space between him and Garrin. He didn't want to make this any more awkward than it already was even though it was clear that only one of them was affected by it. He laid on his side, his back to Garrin and his front facing the window. A gentle breeze wafted in.

The soft pillows made his eyes heavy.

The warm blanket comforted him.

The last thing Aldon saw was the twinkling stars through the open window.

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Aldon didn't dream often. Most of the time it was a mixed bag of blurry images, unfocused faces, and overall forgettable scenes that he wouldn't remember the day after. There was the rare nightmare every now and then but they were so uncommon that he could count them in one hand. They were mostly just dreams of him failing a test or disappointing someone that he cared about. Said person would then comically morph into a monster and then the dream would end as he'd wake up in a cold sweat, confused and wondering what the hell was it all about.

But tonight was different.

This time his dream was very vivid.

Aldon found himself sitting in a bar, enjoying a cool alcoholic drink. He was wearing his First Class Uniform. Why he was there or what he was doing was never brought up. Such was the nature of dreams; they often started in the middle, having no explanations for why things were, but just that they are. A soft hand caressed his shoulder. Aldon turned his head to see it was a beautiful female beastman: an oryx. Aldon recognized her as the waitress at the Dining Hall of the Bluewater Inn. She had a warm smile on her face as she sat across from him. They shared a drink. Hearing her laugh at Aldon's corny jokes made him feel tingly.

They were soon joined by someone else: another female oryx! Were they twins? It seemed like it. He briefly remembered seeing this one as the chef that was in the kitchen. Or was it another waiter that he just didn't happen to interact with? The questions faded, his mind disregarding the irregularity and instead focusing on the fact. It didn't matter why things were happening; just that it was.

The twins were attractive. They were both wearing elegant dresses that accentuated their figure. One was colored blue; the other colored yellow. A certain fire was with the first. She was feisty, flirting with her eyes. The other was the opposite; innocent, yet clearly wanting more. They both were clear in their intentions however. They wanted Aldon and Aldon picked up on it immediately.

Feeling like the greatest stud there ever was, Aldon had one lady on each hand. They were both giggling and cozying up to him. The scene shifted and he soon found himself inside a nondescript bedroom. Clothes were strewn across the floor. What little the blue dragon wore was tossed to the wayside, next to the pile of expensive dresses the ladies had on earlier. The two were both naked, on their knees and were flirtatiously smiling as they admired Aldon's throbbing cock.

Aldon felt like he was the luckiest man there ever was at that moment in time.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment, savoring the sensations.

Then it happened.

It was quiet, subtle; he barely even noticed the change. Aldon opened his eyes, letting out a low groan as the person that sucked him off clearly knew what they were doing. He looked down and was surprised. Instead of expecting the beautiful ladies he was planning on fucking, they were instead replaced by one person.

"Garrin?" he spoke out loud. It was definitely him. He would recognize that black triceratops anywhere. Garrin didn't reply, instead focusing on pleasuring the blue dragon. His tongue trailed Aldon's member, masterfully painting it. The two locked eyes, Garrin making sure that Aldon was watching what he was doing.

Aldon fully expected his brain to reject what he was seeing.

This was not how this dream was meant to go.

He presumed his body would naturally make a move.

But it didn't. It never came. If anything, Aldon found his hips begin to thrust in and out of Garrin's cock. The dragon's mind was ablaze. The pleasure was intense. It made it hard to think. As if to add fuel to the fire, Aldon felt soft hands caress his shoulders. It wrapped itself around him and he felt someone hug him from behind. The blue dragon shivered, feeling something wet, hot, and throbbing press itself against his ass.

"I think it's time we give you the proper initiation, Aldon."

Aldon turned his head. "C-Captain?!" It was the familiar bay colored horse that he had seen numerous times in the memory viewings. Holden smiled at him. The equine then leaned forward, sticking his tongue out. Aldon's body shook. The equine sensually trailed his tongue on Aldon's neck. His hands teasingly tugged at the blue dragon's nipples. Aldon tried to stifle the groan that escaped his lips. With Garrin sucking on his cock, it made it difficult to remain quiet.

"Shh, let it all out, Aldon."

The dragon awoke with a start, his entire body drenched in sweat. His heart pounded in his chest and for a brief moment he forgot where he was. Aldon breathed heavily. His ears deafened by the sound of his own heartbeat. Precious seconds ticked by as the images of the vivid dream he had in his mind disappeared and his eyes focused well enough to register his surroundings.

"Fucking hell..."

He was back in the hotel room he and Garrin were staying in at Wave Harbor.

Speaking of which, the black triceratops was still there. Aldon turned his head to check. Garrin had tossed and turned in his sleep, his hands now resting on his bare chest. The blanket was moved throughout the entirety of it, now placed on his lower half. His crotch was thankfully fairly covered, giving the man some semblance of modesty. The adrenaline that coursed through Aldon's body was now fading. He could think clearly again.

The dragon laid his head back down the pillows, letting out a sigh of relief.

"It was just a dream."

Aldon's eyes flickered to the open window. The moon was up high, now perfectly centered in the dead of the night. He tried to close his eyes, wanting to go back to sleep. But his body refused. He let out a low groan of annoyance, his mind now registering the sensation in his loins. He opened his eyes once more and glanced down. His black pouch was tented, his cock fully erect and throbbing underneath. The dragon tried to dismiss it, thinking of the most unsexy things he could imagine.

He tried to picture himself back at their ranch, picking the produce that they had worked all season to grow. Despite being tedious and menial labor, it was simple and honest work. Getting down in the mud, getting covered in sweat as you work under the baking heat of the sun; Aldon had a love and hate relationship of his memories back at the ranch. But he treasured them for the main reason that it taught him the value of good work.

As the dragon continued to use his imagination, visualizing himself doing hard physical labor to help turn himself off, his mind drifted once more. No one worked by themselves at the ranch; they worked in pairs, sometimes even in groups. Aldon's mental exercise took a turn for the sexy when he found himself joined by a familiar looking black triceratops. Garrin stood next to him. Gone was his First Class Knight uniform, but was instead replaced by the typical attire of the local folk: a simple shirt and some trousers. Despite being fully clothed, Aldon found it difficult not to stare. There was something about the way Garrin's sweat drenched shirt clung to his chest that lit Aldon's mind ablaze. Garrin spoke to him. But Aldon's ears didn't register the words. He was far too busy admiring the sight in front of him. Another person popped into the fray. To Aldon's surprise, it was the king. Why King Kadou was there was beyond him. All his mind could register was seeing the handsome lion in the same state as Garrin.

Then, as if on cue, both Garrin and King Kadou took off their shirts.

The blue dragon bit his lips so hard it felt like he was going to cut himself. Despite being in his presence for the majority of yesterday and seeing the black triceratops's muscular chest throughout the entirety of it, Aldon was still transfixed. His eyes were just as equally glued to the well toned chest that Kadou was a proud owner of. His eyes were hungry, and they were helping themselves to the buffet that was in front of them. The two men smiled at him; Kadou asked him something that actually registered in his ears.

"Want to cool off at the river?"

The river was where most farm workers cooled off when it got way too hot. The water was fresh, clean, and a perfect way to battle the intense heat. Obviously, they wouldn't want their clothes to get wet so it was a fairly common sight to see the industrious workers bathing in the nude.

The sheer idea of seeing Garrin and King Kadou naked made Aldon's cock throb.

"Fuck!"

Aldon opened his eyes. The dragon was fuming and he could feel his erection even more prominently now. It throbbed in his pouch, aching and desperately wanting attention. He was supposed to turn himself off with unsexy thoughts but he ended up somehow fantasizing and made it even worse in the process! The dragon exhaled through gritted teeth, closing his eyes in defeat as the reality of the situation set in.

There was no point in ignoring it now. It was plain as day. The truth was right in front of him, and it was time to finally just admit it to himself no matter how much he feared it.

Aldon was attracted to both women...and men.

It was such a simple declarative statement yet Aldon admitting it to himself felt like pulling teeth. Years of denial; countless hours of forcing himself to think otherwise. It was a long and arduous mental battle. But it was clear who was the victor. It was just impossible to keep lying to himself anymore. The dragon was tired; very tired. He just wanted to live again. He just wanted to enjoy things and not be afraid of enjoying them. The blue dragon sighed, the confession making him feel a huge weight lift itself off of him.

It was time to make a decision.

Aldon had no more fear. He had run out of fucks to give.

Consequences be damned.

The dragon looked down at his crotch, seeing his erect cock desperately calling for help, seeking to be freed from the black fabric that kept it constrained. He briefly turned his head to look at Garrin. The triceratops was still fast asleep, snoring peacefully. His mind calculated the risk over the relief he was no doubt going to have. He wasn't a stranger to jerking off while having others be asleep in the room with him. You had to make do with what you had when you were a knight in training, sharing bunk beds in the barracks.

Though in hindsight, maybe the real reason he did it was because the idea of getting caught had a certain thrill to it.

Putting the thought of Aldon maybe having an exhibitionist streak to him aside, the blue dragon threw caution to the wind. He needed this; badly. He could easily clean up the evidence with a drying spell, and if he ever got a bit too loud, a silence spell was the solution. Now could Aldon have done this in the safety and privacy of the bathroom like a normal person? He could. He should have. But he wasn't really thinking straight in more ways than one. That and he was already comfortable on the bed. The tub wasn't exactly conducive to a pleasant masturbating position. Or at least that's how Aldon justified itself to him.

Whichever the reason was, Aldon put his plan in motion. His hand sneakily moved down his body, diving underneath the blanket on his waist, before stopping at his crotch. With careful fingers, he pulled down his pouch, stopping just above his knees. Free from the confines of the fabric, his thick cock sprang out like a spring. A low moan escaped his lips. The blanket rubbing against his member was enough to make a bead of pre leaked from his tip. The blue dragon wrapped his hand around his engorged penis and closed his eyes.

Using the fullest, and now unrestrained, extent of his imagination, he continued the fantasy he had earlier.

He pictured himself, Garrin, and King Kadou heading towards the aforementioned river for a cool and relaxing dip. The water sparkled underneath the clear blue sky. A nearby tree provided the perfect shade to relax while washing yourself near the riverbank; ;large smooth stones provided the ideal place to seat yourself. The river itself was deep enough that it reached up to the blue dragon's chest. Overall, it was as great a spot as any to hangout at.

"Last one in owes me a beer later!" Kadou cried out.

The lion shamelessly undressed, tossing his clothes towards the base of the tree before happily jumping into the water. Aldon and Garrin glanced at one another, quickly undressing as well and running after their companion. Water splashed everywhere as they jumped right in, the cold liquid proving useful in keeping them refreshed underneath the baking sun. The trio played for a bit, splashing water at one another and general horseplay. They looked like three best friends spending a summer without a care in the world.

They soon rested near the rocks by the riverbank, their legs half dipped in the water. Aldon was seated between the two; Garrin to his left and Kadou to his right. They were talking about whatever. Garrin was laying on the stone, his chiseled chest on full display, rising and falling along with his relaxed breathing. His hands were crossed on the back of his head and his eyes were closed. Aldon noted that his pectorals looked like soft pillows. Kadou was seated next to Aldon, the lion talking incessantly about this lioness he had met. His description of her was very vivid and clearly fueled by a strong attraction for the lady.

"...her breasts, Aldon. They were big."

Aldon's mind immediately flashed an image of Queen Qorra. "'Big' big?"

"'Big' big." The lion's eyes flickered to the black triceratops. "Garrin here now has a rival on who has the biggest tits in the Farmlands."

"I heard that," Garrin said, smirking to himself.

"Are you going to ask her out?" Aldon asked the lion.

"I guess," Kadou replied, looking at his reflection in the water. "I want to." He turned to look at Aldon. "Do you think I should go for it?"

"The worst she can say is no." It was sound and solid advice.

"True. I think I'll do it." Kadou's eyes then glanced down, having noticed the dragon was sporting a sizable erection. "Did you like my description of Qorra that much or are you just happy to be hanging out with me?"

Aldon innocently raised his hands. "Yes."

Kadou chuckled. He then smiled knowingly. "You want some help with that?"

The dragon answered by leaning back, happily exposing himself and giving clear access and view for Kadou. "Go right ahead."

The lion lustfully licked his lips. He lowered his head as he got into position. He then leaned in, sticking his tongue out to sensually paint the dragon's penis with his own saliva. Aldon happily groaned, closing his eyes and focusing on the pleasure that he was receiving. "If you can eat out a lady the same way you can suck cock, I think Qorra would be one happy wife."

Garrin decided to chime in. "I think he actually has Qorra beat in sucking cock."

A lewd pop separated Kadou from Aldon's throbbing penis. He wiped the drool that escaped the side of his lips. "Fuck you, Garrin."

The black triceratops just chuckled to himself, opening one eye to see what his two companions were getting themselves into. His lower half was enjoying the sight, his monstrous cock inflating right before Aldon's eyes. The dragon watched as Garrin stood up, his cock flopping about as it slowly stiffened to full erection. He then walked over to the two, his full balls swaying side to side as he did so. He stopped in front of Aldon who had to momentarily close his eyes as he felt a shiver travel down his spine. Kadou was picking up pace. Garrin grabbed hold of his sizable cock and playfully tapped Aldon's right cheek with it.

The two locked eyes, Garrin asking the obvious silent question. The dragon pouted in response, before evidently rolling his eyes and opening his mouth. Garrin let out a low satisfied groan as he pushed himself deep into the dragon's gullet, Aldon's throat visibly bulging in an effort to accommodate the large member. Aldon's warm mouth was what he exactly needed.

Aldon had never really tasted nor felt Garrin's cock in reality. Unfortunately, the memory viewings he had yesterday didn't give him the satisfaction of knowing what it's like to be on the receiving end of the triceratops's impressive endowment. The dragon mentally cursed as he continued to jerk himself off to his summer fantasy; a part of him was feeling very jealous of Queen Qorra as she got to experience taking Garrin's cock.

That was when the unexpected happened.

As if to answer Aldon's woes and torturously tease him of something he so desperately wanted, needed even, the person next to him on the bed shifted. The dragon was far too focused on his mental fantasy to realize this. It was only when he felt a hand brush up against his shoulder that he was suddenly pulled out of his imagination.

Aldon froze.

Was Garrin awake?! The dragon didn't move a muscle, his hand hovering above his cock. Adrenaline coursed through him and the loud beating of his heart in his chest made it difficult to hear. He didn't even dare to breathe. The blue dragon wasn't exactly keen on having to explain why he was furiously jerking off at the current moment. The dragon slowly turned his head, wondering what Garrin was doing. The black triceratops had shifted closer. Garrin was laying on his side, now mere inches away from him. His eyes were thankfully closed and a rested expression was on his face. Aldon would have considered that Garrin was invading his personal space on the large bed they shared, but he figured moving the black triceratops would risk waking him. Garrin mumbled something indiscernible to himself. A few moments later, the faint sound of a snore prompted Aldon to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Shit that was close..." He quietly mouthed to himself.

The dragon thought for sure he got caught. Somehow, instead of the fear affecting his arousal, it made it worse. His cock painfully throbbed and the dragon found himself jerking off once more. Aldon never felt so horny in his entire life. He felt like a hormonal teen again, hastily sneaking off to take care of his penis that would stand up at the slightest jiggle of a female boob and, something he can admit to himself now, the bounce of a passing bulge in a man's crotch. It confused him but he figured the latter was just something that would pass. Who knew how wrong he was. His attraction to both sexes were prominent even then. He just didn't want to face the facts.

Aldon tried to mentally go back to his fantasy. It was getting to the good part and he wanted to savor it for all it was worth. His mind was just about to start painting the vivid imagery once more when it grinded to a halt. Aldon felt his heart skip a beat. He felt something tap him on his lower half, just underneath the base of his tail.

It was noticeably hot, stiff, and was slightly wet.

Aldon's eyes grew to the size of saucers. There was only one thing that description applied to; one thing that was perfectly aligned with his ass given how Garrin was sleeping right next to him. The dragon tried to gulp, his throat suddenly feeling very, very dry. Garrin was definitely a very virile male; his magical abilities were a testament to it. That and the throbbing morning wood mere inches away from Aldon's ass was proof of it. The blue dragon breathed heavily. His heart pounded in his chest. The fantasy in his mind paled compared to what hovered ever so teasingly close to him.

The thought of waking Garrin up crossed his mind. Aldon was so overcome with lust that the mere idea of being frank and direct with his intentions no longer bothered him. He desperately needed relief. But what made the dragon stop in his tracks however was Garrin himself.

Did Garrin even like him that way?

Sure, Aldon knew first hand that Garrin didn't mind being sexual with a man or a woman. But what about their relationship? Aldon felt like he knew Garrin for years now but that couldn't be further from the truth.

They had just met yesterday.

Was Garrin even interested in him? Aldon didn't want to assume Garrin's friendliness to be an open invitation.

That would just be wrong.

Their interactions have been fairly cordial and polite. Maybe the triceratops was just that: friendly. He wasn't even sure how Garrin saw him. They were definitely partners. A friend, sure, but could the label handle what Aldon wanted?

Was Garrin even open to the idea of fooling around with friends?

The Captain of the Guard, Holden, quickly came to mind. From what Aldon could remember from the memory viewing, they seemed fairly intimate with each other. They were definitely good friends. But that didn't seem a fair comparison. Holden and Garrin shared history with each other. They could even be in a serious exclusive relationship for all Aldon knew.

The blue dragon let out a sigh of frustration.

What he wanted was just right there! Aldon seriously considered the idea of waking Garrin. The worst that could happen was that Garrin would say no. He figured the two of them were mature adults enough that the rejection wouldn't hurt their friendship. But asking about it now would be very rude given that Aldon would be interrupting whatever wonderful dream Garrin was having.

Once again, Aldon was left to his own devices. His member throbbed at the notion of the monster cock just hovering ever so close to his ass. Would it even fit? Was water considered wet? At this point, Aldon didn't care. He wasn't even sure if he was going to enjoy taking it up the ass given how excessively large it was compared to the only time he ever had something up his backside. Aldon's memory was hazy of that time but he didn't have to remember clearly to know that his first was no doubt a quill compared to the beast that Garrin had.

Aldon's unbridled lust made it difficult to think rationally. His body burned with desire. It tried to compromise with his logical mind. Maybe he could just feel it; just a light brush. Nothing too extreme. Just a quick rub using his ass cheeks. The blue dragon shook his head. He sounded like an addict looking for their next rush. The analogy was apt however. He couldn't take this anymore. He was going to go insane. His heart beating rapidly in his chest, Aldon made a decision. It was a decision his mind told him was a terrible, terrible idea. But the blue dragon answered by telling that part of him to shut the fuck up.

The dragon was horny and he was going to get what he wanted.

His entire body shaking with the adrenaline coursing through him, Aldon ever so slowly eased himself backwards. It felt like an eternity, his own cock aching painfully as it had been erect this entire time. Copious amounts of pre had dripped onto the sheets, evidently leaving a noticeable wet spot.

Then Aldon made contact. He knew for sure since Garrin responded with a very low throaty groan. He was forever thankful that the triceratops was a heavy sleeper. Garrin's cock throbbed happily, being squeezed by Aldons's ass cheeks underneath the cover of the blankets. It was warm, erect, and was leaking bits of pre. The dragon jerked himself off, imagining what it was like to take Garrin's cock. He imagined what it must have felt like to feel it spreading him far apart.

Unashamed and now fully accepting his sexual desires, Aldon pleasured himself like never before. His imagination painted a picture of Garrin taking him right then and there. Aldon even went so far as to quietly mutter Garrin's name under his breath. His lust for the man was intense.

Aldon was so lost to his lust that he didn't notice what his body was doing. It was moving on its own accord. His ass cheeks were lightly rubbing itself against Garrin's cock, making it throb and pulse with need. The teasing was too much and it inevitably awoke the sleeping Garrin next to him.

The black triceratops's eyes flickered open. For a brief moment, he wondered where he was, and what was happening. He mentally sighed, annoyed at being distrubed from his slumber. He was having the best dream ever too. It was a dream he would love to get back to as soon as possible.

It was a dream where he was fucking Aldon.

Sex dreams were common for Garrin. He was a virile man after all. What was also common were the participants involved in said sex dreams. It usually starred him with either the royal family or any of his fellow first class knights. Why them? Why the hell not. Garrin was surrounded by beautiful and handsome individuals: King Kadou, Queen Qorra, Holden, and Whitecliff to name a few. They were people he trusted, people he considered close friends and confidants, people he had a strong emotional connection to. He'd be stupid to deny himself of the fantasy of laying in bed with them. Aldon appearing in his dreams was a surprise but a welcomed one. Despite having spent only a short amount of time with the young dragon, Garrin considered Aldon to be a very good friend already. He was dependable, reliable, smart, charming, handsome, and someone Garrin very much enjoyed spending time with. He was someone Garrin would happily spend an evening with just to share the joys and pleasures of the flesh.

That was if Aldon would have him.

The black triceratops's ears twitched upon hearing the sound of someone groaning. He wondered where it was coming from until he realized it was coming from in front of him. Garrin's first immediate thought was if Aldon was in pain. Memory viewing spells didn't physically harm anyone, and you can do it endlessly without any problems. However, there was the rare off chance of it giving you a headache caused by the sensory overload. Garrin was about to reach over and check on the dragon when he froze.

"Oh...Garrin..."

Aldon was breathing heavily, his voice low, almost down to a whisper. At first Garrin thought he misheard the dragon but Aldon happily repeated himself for him. Was he talking in his sleep? No, Aldon's voice was way too strained. Garrin slowly lifted his head to check, his curiosity getting the better of him. Under the dim light of the moon that spilled in through the open window, he could see the blanket right above Aldon's crotch moving ever so slightly.

Garrin was taken aback, his mind quickly realizing what Aldon was doing.

The question now was: what was he going to do?

Unlike Aldon, Garrin was a simple man.

His mentor once imparted to him solid life advice: that he needed to take life by the balls. He needed to make it his whore. If there was something he wanted, and he had the power to take it, do it. But he did understand the limitations imposed on him.

So he had to approach this properly.

Garrin silently moved closer, close enough that his mouth was hovering above Aldon's ears. The dragon was so absorbed in what he was doing that he didn't notice Garrin's hot breath until it was too late.

"Having some nightly fun?" Garrin asked.

Aldon audibly gasped, freezing solid and remaining motionless. The dragon didn't move; didn't speak; he didn't even dare to breathe. He gulped, feeling his entire body shaking out of fear. Shit! "G-Garrin?" Aldon asked, his voice soft like he was afraid if he talked any louder things would get worse. "D-Did I wake you?"

"You kind of did," Garrin responded, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"I'm sorry," Aldon answered, feeling like a child that was about to be reprimanded.

Garrin shook his head. To Aldon's utter shock, large hands wrapped themselves around him. Before he even realized what was happening, Garrin had pulled him close into a tight embrace. The dragon's mind was ablaze. The feeling of Garrin's thick throbbing cock pressing heavily against the entrance to his ass however made his body shiver.

"What are you saying sorry for?" Garrin asked. His voice was soft, warm, almost familial. He spoke like he was speaking to his romantic lover. "I heard you moaning my name earlier."

"Y-you did?"

"I did."

A momentary silence hung between them. Neither spoke, the only sound coming from the beat of their hearts, and the gentle breeze that happened to come in. It was the black triceratops who eventually broke the quietness.

"Aldon."

"Yes?"

"I won't do anything you don't want me to do. Just say the word and we can forget that this ever happened." It was an ultimatum. Aldon and Garrin were mature adults and both understood what Garrin was really asking at that moment. "For what it's worth, I need this too. I don't think I'll be able to go back to sleep after hearing you moan my name."

The black triceratops waited patiently for Aldon's reply. It came a second or two later. His answer was so low that Garrin thought he misheard him. "I need you to speak up, Aldon." He moved closer to him to shorten the distance between them. The dragon spoke up, his tone of voice clear, forward, and direct. It was an answer that had no hesitation whatsoever; just a request that was pure and straight from the heart.

"Fuck me, Garrin."

Garrin smiled. That's what he wanted to hear. He leaned in close, his cock already leaking enough pre to serve as the perfect lubrication to get things started. The black triceratops held Aldon close, his hips teasingly moving forward to gently knock at Aldon's waiting backside. The dragon shivered, his breathing picking up. The anticipation was killing him. "Is this your first time taking it up the ass?" Garrin asked. He was a gentleman afterall. He wanted to make sure both of them were enjoying the pleasures of the flesh.

"No," Aldon responded honestly. "It's been a long while though."

Garrin nodded. He leaned in to plant a kiss on the back of Aldon's neck. "I'll be gentle, okay? Tell me if it hurts and I can slow down. Now, move your legs up."

The dragon obediently followed, hiking his legs up slightly and moving his tail towards the side. Garrin snapped his fingers and the blanket that covered them gently floated upwards, folding itself neatly, then proceeded to rest on the desk next to them. Underneath the light of the moon that spilled through the open window, their naked forms were laid bare for anyone to see. Garrin looked down, grabbing hold of his cock and aligning it with Aldon's backside. He stopped shy of Aldon's entrance.

"Ready?"

The dragon nodded.

The black triceratops then moved inwards, gently pushing the head of his cock into his partner. He grunted, feeling the immense pressure clamping down on him. Even with Garrin's cock already well lubricated and slick with pre, it was still a difficult endeavor. It was like Aldon's body was doing everything in its power to push him out. Garrin lifted his head up, wanting to see if Aldon was alright. The dragon was biting down on his lips hard. Aldon's eyes were closed tightly. His face was contorted to a grimace. Garrin was thinking of pulling back out when Aldon stopped him.

"G-Give me a moment." His voice sounded strained. "Y-you're really big."

"It's okay," Garrin cooed. He used his free hands to comfortingly rub Aldon's head. "We can take it nice and slow."

Garrin wasn't a fool. Throughout the years of his adult life, he had many sexual partners; male and female. He had seen it all: the awkward virgin, the experienced stud, and the insatiable slut to name a few. Different strokes for different folks. In some ways, it helped him read people better. When he first met Aldon, he wasn't sure what to label him as. He at first considered Aldon as prudish; Aldon's reactions to the king and queen's advancement made the decision easy. But as the day went on and they got to know each other better, Garrin's opinion became more informed. It was subtle, but Garrin's experience made him pick up on it.

Aldon was someone who was restraining himself.

Why? The black triceratops did not know. But Garrin knew that people like Aldon were someone who needed a friend; a close confidant. Someone that would be patient and lend an understanding ear. Someone that would help ease whatever burden they were carrying. Someone that would help fulfill whatever desire that overcame them. Garrin was more than happy to be that person.

Aldon took deep breaths. His body responded, releasing the tension all over him and physically relaxing. Garrin grunted, noting Aldon was slowly loosening up. He took this as his cue to push forward. It was difficult, but it was more manageable now. It was a long and slow arduous process. Garrin swore he never fucked someone so tight before. And that was saying a lot because he once slept with a kobold and they were small dragons.

For the blue dragon, intense pain emanated from his ass. It was like someone was splitting him in half. Garrin's size did not translate to how it felt. It looked big. It felt bigger. Aldon could feel tears swell up in his eyes just from the sheer discomfort. But the dragon powered through. A part of him cried out, desperately telling him that he made the wrong decision. But another part of him, a part that finally had a voice after being forcibly silenced for so long, shouted at him to take it like a man.

His mom didn't raise a quitter!

Through sheer willpower and determination, Aldon forced himself to relax, allowing Garrin to push himself further into him. Inches of the man's thick cock entered him, disappearing into the dragon's backside. Just when he thought the pain was becoming too much to handle, Garrin's cock brushed up at that special spot inside of him. The dragon gasped, his entire body feeling numb for a brief moment. The pain notably subsided as a sense of pleasure washed over his body. Aldon's cock even spurted out a jet of pre that landed onto the floorboards below.

Despite having sexual partners throughout his life, all of them being one time hookups with ladies, the pleasure he felt then paled in comparison. This current sensation washing over him was something Aldon only felt once, his mind reminding him of that drunken evening with that forgotten knight.

Despite the pain, the intense pressure in his ass, and his logical mind screaming at him to think of the consequences of his actions, Aldon wanted more.

By this time Garrin had successfully hilted himself into Aldon. The black triceratops was balls deep, sweating profusely at how much Aldon's ass was clamping down on him. He genuinely wondered if Aldon had lied to him. The way the dragon's ass massaged his cock threatened to make him burst. It was something he expected from a veteran escort that worked at the Black Out Brothel, not someone who claimed that this was their second go around with having someone fuck them. Regardless, Garrin wasn't complaining. It just made him happier to have Aldon as a friend even more, as selfish as that sounded. The black triceratops pulled Aldon close, wanting to check in on the blue dragon.

"You okay?" Garrin asked.

The blue dragon's eyes were closed. Gone was the contorted grimace but was instead replaced with a relaxed, if a bit strained, expression of someone who was clearly enjoying themselves. It was the familiar face anyone gave Garrin whenever he fucked them. The black triceratops smiled to himself. He was glad that he was at least doing something right.

"G-Garrin...please..." Aldon whispered. His tone sounded like someone desperately begging for something.

"What is it?"

The dragon looked at him seriously. "Fuck me."

Garrin grinned lustfully. Who was he to deny a good friend's request for a good time?

The triceratops slowly pulled back, grunting heavily as Aldon's ass desperately clung onto his cock. It was like the dragon was purposefully trying to lock him in place. Despite the resistance, Garrin succeeded in managing to pull out a majority of his penis. The fires of lust fueling him, he dove right back in, making Aldon cry out, not in pain but of pleasure. The dragon's ass now having adjusted to the triceratops's monstrous size, Garrin figured it was time to get serious. He started off with a slow rhythm. His cock pistoned in and out, both of them grunting underneath their breaths. Aldon's entire frame shook. He felt like a toy with how Garrin held him. He shivered as Garrin rubbed that special spot inside of him once more. Aldon's cock released another healthy spurt of pre, the fluids now dripping endlessly out of his tip.

Garrin meanwhile paced himself. He wanted to ramp things up but he knew that there was value in patience. After a few minutes of the slow sensual fucking, the black triceratops figured it was time to shift gears. His rhythm picked up pace. The bed began to rock slightly, the floorboards beneath them creaking. Garrin only hoped that the neighbors below them wouldn't mind the ruckus they were making in the wee hours of the morning. His free hands roamed. It moved past Aldon's chest, going down his waist, and eventually stopping by the blue dragon's thighs. With an almost possessive grip, he grabbed hold of the dragon's legs. Garrin needed better accessibility.

The blue dragon breathed heavily, sweat dripping down his face. The constant barrage of the pleasure was too much and made it hard to think. He was taken by surprise however when he felt Garrin removed himself from him. At first he wondered what was happening but then saw the black triceratops get up. The look of unbridled lust on the man's face was enough to make Aldon worry. He had awoken the beast; now it was time to deal with the repercussions. Garrin got himself into position, looming intimidatingly above the blue dragon. The black triceratops grabbed Aldon's black pouch, undressed it from the dragon's thighs and almost violently threw it behind him. Garrin then grabbed both of the blue dragon's legs and pushed them upwards, spreading Aldon as wide as he could and at the same time hiking the dragon's lower half to expose his now stretched asshole.

Aldon gulped. Garrin's cock throbbed menacingly at his entrance. He had to blink. Did it actually get bigger or were his eyes playing tricks on him? Regardless, he mentally prepared himself for what Garrin was going to do. The black triceratops's eyes told Aldon everything he needed to know

Garrin was fucking him earlier.

Now he was going to breed him.

Garrin growled, aligning himself on Aldon's entrance and sinking himself back in. Gone was the pretense of being gentle and slow. This was where the fun really begins. Aldon's eyes blurred the moment Garrin pushed forward. His vision darkened and for a moment, he swore he saw stars. A jolt of pain, followed by the familiar intense pressure in his ass, accompanied by flashes of pleasure. It was a feeling like no other. He cried out loudly, unable to stifle the screams of delight coming from his body. He opened his eyes. It was like he was on a boat with how his view went up and down. Garrin's thrusts made them both bounce on the wooden bed. The triceratops's arms were on either side of him, his eyes locked with Aldon's. The dragon was unable to hold the look however as another shiver coursed through his body. Aldon's cock at this point was painfully aching. He felt his balls tighten and pull up to his body.

Aldon climaxed.

The dragon screamed, the pleasure too intense to bear.

But Aldon's voice was quickly stifled as Garrin pressed his lips almost violently against his. The triceratops made out with him, tongue dancing with each other, desperately wrestling for control. It was hard to fight however, Aldon's body was shaking from his explosive climax. His cock ejaculated erratically, spurting cum in tune with the beat of his heart. It painted Aldon's yellow chest white, the fluid clinging onto him and dripping down to the crevices of his abs. Some splattered against the bed headboard. A few nearly hit the bottom of Aldon's chin. The smell of sex permeated the room. It was a complete mess. It was the hardest ejaculation Aldon had ever experienced and it all happened without him even touching his cock.

Garrin broke his kiss, a brief spittle momentarily connecting the two of them. He had hilted himself throughout Aldon's climax. He spoke in between exhausted gasps for air. "I should have...cast a silence spell."

Despite his mind swimming in a sea of pleasure and his ass feeling numb, Aldon found the energy to roll his eyes out of annoyance. "Just shut up and kiss me."

Garrin laughed lightly, before ultimately leaning down to kiss the dragon once more. His lower half began to move again, his rhythm slowly picking up pace. With the dragon's body now forced to relax due to just having climaxed, Garrin decided to be relentless. His hips picked up speed and before long, he was back to ramming Aldon endlessly. The dragon clung on for dear life. His legs crossed over behind Garrin's broad back. Aldon couldn't even feel his ass anymore. Just the overwhelming sensation of pleasure washing over him like waves due to Garrin pounding that specific spot inside of him again and again and again.

If Aldon had reservations of being attracted to men before, Garrin was doing a great job of building a strong case as to what he was missing out on and aggressively pounding it into him. Garrin broke the kiss, using the chance to gasp for air. Aldon panted like an exhausted dog. His tongue lolled towards the side of his mouth, his eyes seemingly threatening to roll backwards to look at the inside of his skull.

Grunts and moans filled the room mixed in with the sound of the black triceratops's heavy balls crashing into Aldon's now well worn out asshole. The dragon knew for sure it was going to leave a mark in the morning. He looked up to see Garrin focusing aggressively, his expression contorted in deep concentration. The dragon pulled his head up, placing his head on the triceratops's shoulder.

"Finish in me, Garrin."

It was a fairly simple request. But something about it broke Garrin's concentration. It was enough to make his thrusts erratic. Before long, he lost control entirely. Garrin roared loudly, hips burying themselves one last time into Aldon's ass. His cock pulsed and ejaculated the contents of his heavy and swollen balls. The warmth radiated from Aldon's ass all the way around his body. White hot seed sloshed around inside him, filling him to the brim. He could feel Garrin's thick cock pulsing inside of him, in tune with the triceratops labored breathing. Garrin came for what felt like an eternity. Was he that pent up? By the time he was done, the black triceratops unceremoniously collapsed on top of Aldon, his body shaking and shivering from the intense climax. The dragon lovingly stroked Garrin's cheeks, the two content to just stay still for a bit, catching their breaths.

It was Garrin who broke the silence. He grunted, slowly pulling his cock out of Aldon's asshole. It was like a cork was just removed. Excess cum spilled out, staining the bed sheets entirely. He then rolled off to the side and laid close to the blue dragon. "Holy fuck."

Aldon chuckled. "You can say that again." With the excitement finally over, exhaustion began to set in. Sleep felt so good right about now. The dragon looked at himself. His own cum was on his chest and his ass was failing miserably at keeping Garrin's cum inside of him. The smell of sex and sweat clung to him like bad odor. He could already feel his lower half physically aching. He wasn't going to be able to sit right the next day.

"Fuck, we have to get up early tomorrow."

The triceratops next to him rolled his eyes. He then wrapped his arms around Aldon and pulled him close. Aldon found himself pressed against Garrin's soft pectorals. They did indeed feel like pillows and they were definitely better than the pillows they had on the bed.

"You're terrible with pillow talk, you know that?" Garrin commented.

"I'm lacking in practice," Aldon responded.

Garrin felt a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "We can work on that if you want."

For the first time, Aldon no longer felt the twinge of guilt or fear that held him back. It was like he could finally feel like himself again. He didn't know how he was going to handle the consequences of what he just did. That was a problem he was going to deal with when he was there.

All that mattered now was that he was happy.

The dragon smiled. "I would like that."

There was a pause. Then Garrin said, "Aldon."

"Yeah?"

"Next time, just ask me."

Aldon let out a light laugh. "Definitely."

Underneath the moon's pale light, the two individuals on the bed held each other. Aldon rested his head on Garrin's chest, feeling content to just hear the man's beating heart.

It was comforting to hear.

It slowly lulled him to sleep.

The blue dragon and the black triceratops slept that night peacefully and undisturbed.

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**Author's Notes:

THEY.

FINALLY.

FUCKED.

Took them long enough, eh? This is the perfect example of the journey being more enjoyable than the destination. Or at least I hope the anticipation of finally getting to see this pairing was well worth it and the buildup wasn't as annoying.

For those of you wondering: is the story over? Heck no. As Aldon succintly put it, the whole point of their journey was to get Beer Root for the king's ailment.

The mission is far from over.**