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Hidden Desires part 3: Altruism

Istaryl rushed up the stairs, adrenaline pumping through his veins, his claws pattering audibly on the naked wood. His head was aflame with embarrassment, his mind empty, devoid of precious clues such as the position and number of the drake's room.

As such, Istaryl strolled into the upper corridor, looking left and right with frantic eyes, rushing into the first empty room that had its door open. Once he made it inside, panting and more than a little anxious, Istaryl spotted the hay bed, empty and inviting. He rushed straight towards it.

Once there, he lowered the drake on top of the golden mattress, the fine strands of hay rustling, his protégé moaning in satisfaction. He wasted no time in shifting to the side, an arm under his head to provide proper cushioning, his knees tucked against one another.

"Make yourself comfortable. You're also welcome," Istaryl whispered in mocking reverence for the leather-clad one. He paced through the room to cool down and set his thoughts in order, but the throbbing of his temples wouldn't have it. Loud, bothersome heartbeats still pounded within his chest, and his face still seared due to the fire welled within his cheeks.

He wasn't embarrassed. Nor apprehensive. The stranger's senses soared far, far away. No way he knew what Istaryl had done to him.

I carried him up here. That is what happened. No point in thinking about it, Istaryl thought. He did what he set off to do, hadn't he? Undrethyl had told him to get this drake to his room, put him in his bed. Nothing more, nothing less.

Yet, for some reason, Istaryl's eyes fixated on the drake instead of swerving towards the opened door of the room. Something drew him closer to the foreigner, something that Istaryl couldn't explain. It had to do with the excitement pumping through his veins, the same one he had felt when groping the drake's butt. Or maybe the tingles creeping through his slit influenced his thoughts. They felt like warm, tiny embers nudging at his vulnerable insides, stirring him, coaxing him to grow.

Istaryl slapped his paws over his snout to contain the panicked yelp that he was about to set loose, hurtling towards the opposite corner of the room. Once there, he lowered himself upon the floor, hands held in front of his slit like a curtain meant to hide his perversion.

He breathed in deep, exhaled in a slow, drawn-out fashion, then took another breath, keeping this exercise going. For some reason, this erection was more vicious than others, his thickening meat showing itself almost completely, light throbs traversing its tapered length.

It will go away. There's nobody to see it. Relax. Keep breathing. Don't think of anything.

Istaryl looked around the room, trying his best to push the erection back to a corner of his mind. The cot upon which he settled the drake sat beside a window. Vermilion light spilled through it, caressing the drake's hide, bathing it in warm glow. On the opposite side of Istaryl was a small, rectangular table, a single chair tucked under it. To its side, a washing basin, along with a bundle of water skins that Undrethyl replaced every few days to keep their contents from getting stale.

Basic room, basic necessities. The walls lacked a rack for clothes, along with a few other things Istaryl expected. Then again, this might not have been the drake's room at all. Somebody worthy of a vest deserved more than standard accommodations, and the drake probably arranged that with the innkeep.

"If he's displeased with the room, then he can leave on his own two feet. I'm not carrying him anymore, not for an inch. I'm not a pack horse to be ordered around," Istaryl muttered to himself.

Lust soured into irritation, which ended his erection faster than his little breathing exercise managed to. Undrethyl considered himself smart; he thought he was being helpful and altruistic, always looking out for Istaryl.

The red drake chuckled. "Yeah right. Old guy just wants a laugh, an erotic story, or maybe laugh while somebody recounts a lewd story."

He built this inn. He bought every piece of furniture. He gave young drakes the chance to pick a noble and useful craft, that of quenching the thirst and hunger of others. He had done all this, without asking for anything in return, other than a story meant to titillate his senses every now and then.

Pervert...

A smile appeared on Istaryl's lips. Try as he might to think ill of Undrethyl, he had to admit that his friend had a twisted way of looking after his best interests. The Stillpine tribe cared not for terms such as 'pair' or 'mate.' Every drake had the possibility of showing proof of utmost affection to everybody, unconstrained by fidelity to only one very special drake. Although a fair number of drakes preferred the intimacy of sharing themselves with their chosen one, experimenting with others was always a valid option. Male or female, it didn't matter to the Stillpine, so long as both parts consented.

Strange rule for a strange community. To Istaryl, the term 'mate' carried a deep significance. Karyl had been his best friend since ever, and Karyl was also the one to introduce Istaryl into the realm of bodily pleasure. So far, Istaryl never consider sharing himself with another drake; after all, his mate managed to satisfy every single one of his needs.

Until now.

***END OF PART 3***

I think the name is very fitting for this chapter. After all, Istaryl makes a very altruistic decision. Isn't he super nice, to think of the welfare of others? :)

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