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Sam twisted his wrists slightly, trying to ease the strain on his wrists as the shackles clamped tight around them steadily grew more chafing. Despite the summer warm air and the clear sky with an afternoon sun, the metal bracelets felt cold against his hot, sore skin. A shoulder bashed against his none too gently as someone passed him by without stopping, not even turning his head to look at who he'd collided with. The collision drew Sam's attention back to the world around him as he began to take in the scene around him.

He wasn't the only one in shackles. He was in the middle of a line of over two dozen others that ended at a stage in the middle of a large marketplace. Despite the size of the open area, the packed houses and buildings that surrounded the marketplace, combined with the large number of people and creatures bustling around the area made it seem densely packed. They were in one of several such open squares inside a city, and in the heart of the city stood an imposing, towering castle that looked practically like its own city.

The crowd was a near perfect example of the incredible varied diversity of species that occupied the city, from several large gryphons - the species that ruled this land - to an otter who looked more diminutive than normal compared to the larger quadrupeds. There was a large, varied mix of anthros as well as humans milling about, but quite a few of the crowd were paying attention to the stage. The main attention as a human in gaudy clothes was auctioning off a female human. Most of the slaves that made up up the queue of slaves around Sam were human; some female, most male. The rest were an assortment of anthros, such as the two in front of him.

Two bulky canines, with dark brown fur and thick muscles were practically bristling with anger that Sam could almost feel it from them. As he watched, the female was finally sold off and the line moved forwards, and whether by accident or not, the closest anthro bumped into the one in front. The result was an almost instantaneous explosion of anger as he turned around and yelled and the other, “Watch your step!"

“You watch yours!" the second one growled, shackled arms already moving to swing at the first. Sam had to take a careful step back as they immediately began to scuffle, but several of the guards that roamed soon moved in to break them up. A feline guard with a leather chestplate yanking them away from each as he yelled, “Enough! Any more fighting and you will be made an example of."

With that the two canine settled down however Sam could still see them occasionally sneaking glances at each other, as if just waiting for another chance. The queue continued to move forwards slowly as one slave after another was sold off, and he looked around considering his options. The guards were attentive around them, but their attention was mostly focused on the troublesome duo in front of Sam. Around the marketplace, aside from the main roads were several dark, empty looking alleyways. If he could reach one of those, then with the size of the city, as long as he kept moving he could theoretically escape capture. However if he was caught he would certainly have to pay a price for attempted capture.

Being sold off as a slave also wasn't an end to his live, and might provide an easier chance to escape if he wanted to later. Or he might get lucky and not sold off to a labour mine. Some slaves were bought for that - miners, farmers etc. Others were bought for pleasure. Yet others were given positions as servants. Without reaching the stage it was impossible for Sam to guess what the result would be. However if he wanted to attempt an escape, it had to be now, otherwise he would be too close to the stage to attempt it.

Breathing in deeply Sam settled on the idea of escaping his upcoming enslavement. Not all slave owners were bad, but there was a reason no-one wanted to be a slave, and the horror stories spread much quicker than the tales of happiness. The more horrific, the quicker the rumours spread. Looking around he began to pay closer attention to the guards; he didn't have the time to plan it out thoroughly so he waited, and prayed, for a chance. A moment when the guards weren't paying attention to him and spread apart.

Luckily the two canines in front of him had seemed to decide to heed the guards threats, and after a few minutes, the roaming patrols paid less attention to his area of the line. The nearest guards spread apart ever so slightly as on went to talk to another and Sam felt his muscles tense up slightly. He couldn't rely on a distraction happening in time as there may never be one, and this was likely the best chance he'd get. Without any more hesitation he burst into a full on sprint, angling his body just enough to slip between several civilians walking by without hitting him.

He could hear an odd silence that followed his escape from the line that lasted several seconds, as if no-one nearby could believe what they were seeing. Then all hell broke loose as yells about an escaped slave suddenly rose and half a dozen guards chased after him. Sam didn't bother looking back, instead trying to pass through the thickest areas of people as he ran for the edge of the marketplace. The ensuing confusion and chasing guards worked in his favor though as they sent the nearby citizens running themselves and Sam managed to keep hiding his fleeing self by keeping them around him.

It wasn't even a few minutes but, miraculously Sam found himself stepping into the shadowed, tight corridor between several buildings panting hard from the heavy rush of adrenaline and sudden exertion, and he kept running. The alley kept going, opening into another, smaller street that Sam didn't even pause to look around before sprinting into another gap between buildings. Several times he did this, sometimes moving slightly further up a street or down before he finally slowed down.

Breathing heavily he came to a stop, sweat beading his forehead and shoulders shaking in the cool air as he tried to listen above his breathing. A city like this was fairly loud on a normal day, yet for the first few streets he had been able to hear the guards chasing after him. However now he couldn't hear anything above 'normal' for a mid afternoon city behind him. Further on from the far exit of the corridor he could hear the sounds of a much thicker crowd, the sound of a procession of some sort moving through the streets. Leaning against a wall he closed his eyes as he tried to calm his breathing. He couldn't stay here forever, or else the slave market might finally catch up to him, and without a way to hide or remove his shackles he couldn't pretend to be a normal citizen and blend in.

“Well hello there," a quiet, silky voice said by his ear and Sam physically felt himself jump an inch off the ground as his eyes snapped open in shock. Somehow, without making a sound a creature had appeared next to him. To his surprise it was a naga of all creatures. The snake types weren't common unlike a lot of the furry anthropomorphics and other species and he had only ever seen a handful in his life before. Starting from a snake like tail, it carried on for almost 6 meters in length before ending in a humanoid chest and arms, except instead of skin he had scales. The head as well was reminiscent of a snakes as well, though with a large, flared hood and neck. The naga was a dark green with black stripes, the dark scales paling around his bare chest. Aside from a belt that carried a purse, the snake creature was naked and was one of the few species for whom wearing clothes was more odd than not.

“H-hello there," Sam said nervously, his eyes locked on the naga's slitted, almost black eyes. He watched as those eyes pointedly moved slowly up and down his body, taking in his dusty, weather worn clothes and pausing momentarily on the shackles he couldn't hide.

“An escaped prisoner... or slave," the naga hissed, and as Sam's muscles bunched up once more in preparation to run the naga added, “Don't try running, I could help you out you know." The snake hybrid sounded more amused than threatened by his presence.

“Help me?" Sam asked, pausing for a moment. If the naga could help him it would extremely useful but he knew enough there was no such thing as free. Especially helping out someone who was wanted by authorities or others. “Why would you help me... and how?"

The naga chuckled, an odd, abrupt hissing sound, and gestured to a nearby door in the alleyway. “My house is just there, and within I have some tools that I could remove those shackles for you. What happens after that is none of my concern. It's merely an exchange of... services. You do me a favor and I'll do you one."

Sam hesitated then asked, “What favor do you need from me?" he asked.

The naga grinned back, “Please, call me Kisar. As for the favor..." the snake like body slithered slightly, moving slowly around Sam as the creature appeared to be observing him from all sides. “I have no need for muscles or wits. You have no goods or valuables to exchange... only your body. I have no mate and dislike brothels. It's been... a long time since i've had someone to relieve me. You look good and healthy - for a human - and all I require is your mouth."

Sam blushed slightly at the thought of what the naga was asking him but as he paused to consider the offer he realised that it wasn't actually such a bad deal. He had little knowledge of the city and until he got the shackles removed he couldn't move around freely. There was no knowing when or if another opportunity to free himself would occur so he finally nodded, answering quietly, “Alright, you have a deal."

Kisar grinned, pleased as he replied, “Exxcccelent." His scaley hand reached out to grab Sam's arm and pulled him towards the door. After a brief moment of resistance Sam relented and let the naga pull him to and through the door, being careful not to step on the snake like tail as he did so. Once inside the naga closed the door behind him as Sam took in the room they'd entered.

The room wasn't overly spacious, lit by what looked to be a small skylight in the ceiling. Two doors in the walls to his left and right lead further into the house. There was a small couch to one side and a table by it, but the naga dragged him to the center of the room which was occupied by a pile of lush, richly coloured blankets. Standing there, Sam watched silently as the Kisar circled around him once, hissing softly before he returned to in front of him.

“On your knees," Kisar ordered softly, his voice tinged with excitement. Sam obeyed, mildly grateful for the soft blankets as he rested himself on his knees. He found himself at eye level with Kisar's groin, where the snake like body melded into the torso. It hadn't been overly visible before, but the dark green scales grew smaller towards the middle before abruptly halting, forming a visible gap of a line. In the short time of movement the lips of the slit had grown puffy, moving apart.

From within,a dark red, almost purple cock tip began to emerge and Sam watched, unable to not find himself somewhat fascinated by what the naga might be packing.

“The deal is for you to suck me off, not stare at it," the naga hissed amused.

Nodding his head lightly Sam leaned forwards, finding himself breathing in deeper as the smell of arousal filled his nose. He couldn't place the smell but strangely it reminded him of an deciduous forest in the rain. Placing his hands on the naga's hips to steady himself he let his tongue finally stick out and brushed it over the glistening, emerging cock tip.

A strong mix of tangy, salty musk bombarded Sam's tastebuds as his licked off the the sheen of slit fluid covering the tip. Despite the abstract flavour it didn't actually taste bad, and as the snake cock began to emerge he continued to lickit clean. With the tip properly free, Sam was intrigued to find that the pointed, cone like tip was ringed with layers of barbs. He didn't comment on it but let his tongue explore for him, running over the barbs and feeling them prick at his muscle. He hadn't been aware that nagas or snakes had barbs, only felines or similar hybrids like a gryphon.

Inch by inch Kisar's erection emerged from its home and Sam dutifully licking along both shaft and head. The purplish red shaft was thin and narrow near the tip, but as more and more of it emerged it quickly grew thicker, bulkier. He could feel the minutiae of the veins, each throb of the shaft under his tongue as he continued to lick the shiny sheen of salty fluid off every inch of the malness. Then something hot and wet poked him in the cheek, distracting him.

Pulling back slightly, Samlet out a startled, “What the?" as he saw a identical cock bobbing the air next to the first one.

“Hemipenes," Kisar explained simply the grinned, “Double the pleasure, double the fun." he chuckled at his own bad joke before adding, “Use your mouth on one, hands on the other."

Sam blinked but didn't object, only now recalling that the snake species were known for having two cocks, not just one. Besides, he was already prepared to suck the naga off. Masturbating a second shaft at the same time wasn't really any more work or degrading. Focusing on the second shaft he saw a pearly bead of pre-seed drooling from the tip, while the 6 inches of exposed shaft was reflecting the light, covered with a sheen. He leaned back down, this time opening his mouth wide and letting the second penis slip between his lips and onto his tongue.

The salty slit fluid mixed with the rich, musky pre that freely drooled onto his tongue as Sam went down on the naga, feeling inch after inch of hot erection fill his mouth. Above him Kisar let out a long, slow pleased hiss as Sam went down on him. His tongue licked along the shaft as he sucked on it, swallowing down the flowing pre even as his hands reached for the first cock.He could feel the hot, wet stickiness against his skin as he gently squeezed it. As he pulled back on his head he also began to pump the cock in his hand.

He worked slowly at first, bobbing his head up and down one cock at the same pace of his hand. Again and again he went down on the naga, quickly feeling himself reaching the limits of his mouth as the tip bumped up against the back of his throat. More pre began to flow from both cocks, covering his hand in sticky, clear seminal fluid while he gulped down the other flow almost hungrily. Slowly he started to work the endowment down his throat, taking in more of Kisar's maleness with each bob.

Kisar's pleasured hissing and moans grew louder as Sam began to deepthroat him. His other hands masterbated the first shaft while exploring it. In front of his eyes Sam recognised a purplish bulge at the base of the shaft as a early forming knot. Rather than voice his curiosity he let his hands explore for him,sliding down the slick purple shaft to the knot. This eked out a large moan from Kisar who commented, “Such delightful work you're doing, I'm glad you accepted my offer. Would be a pity for that mouth to not be used to its fullest extent."

Sam ignored the comment, concentrating on sucking the creature off. The hemipene in his mouth slid slowly down his throat every time, filling it out as it drooled pre-cum in lever increasing quantities from both tips. At the base of each cock, Sam could see each bulge growing ever larger, firmer as he deep-throated one shaft and squeezed the other knot. If the size of the knot's were any indication, alongside the rapidly flowing pre, Kisar had to be getting close. Slowly Sam was working his way down towards the knot, more and more of hot, throbbing shaft filling his throat. Soon Kisar let out a grunt as he said “I'm getting close little human."

Hearing that Kisar was close, Sam pulled his head back from the cock with a wet slurp, moving a hand to grip the saliva coated shaft as he began to pump his hands along both shafts in tandem. Kisar groaned louder as Sam masterbated him quickly, each pump wet and sloppy from the mix of saliva and pre. Less than a minute later the naga suddenly stiffened and let out a deeply satisfied groan. The hemipenes in Sam's grip began to throb powerfully and he barely had time to close his eyes before they began to spray snake sperm directly at his face. Dual ropes of warm, sticky white cum splashed over his face again and again as the naga climaxed.

Sam kept his eyes closed for protection as he felt his face showered and in moments literally coated in Kisar's fertile seed as rope after rope shot at his face. He wasn't sure if the naga had a set of testicals for each cock or he was simply backed up, but the heavy ejaculation lasted much longer than a human would manage, putting Sam's record to shame. After what felt like several minutes the throbbing shafts quietened down in his hands, though Sam could still feel the occasional weak spurt and dribble over his wrists.

Finally letting go of Kisar, Sam wiped at his eyes, clearing his vision. Even though he hadn't purposefully finished off the blowjob with his mouth, he couldn't but help lick his lips clean. A not so unpleasant musky, salty flavour filled his mouth as he finally looked up at the naga.The naga observed him for a moment, those dark eyes slitted in pleasure before his let loose a soft, contented hiss.

“Not bad human, quite a pleasurable blowjob if I must describe it. And you look quite good coated with my spunk." He sighed lightly, “It's a pity I didn't demand more from you. But I will upkeep my side of the bargain. Wait here."

With that Kisar slithered away into one of the side rooms and less than a minute later came back holding a vial with a strange, red liquid in it. Sam couldn't but help notice that Kisar's erection hadn't fully withdrawn yet, the purplish cocks slick with spent cum. Approaching him Kisar pulled a stopper from the vial and gripped one of Sam's hands, lifting it up by the metal bracelet and turning it so that the keyhole was facing up.

“A rather potent acid that eats through acid like a dragon through a deer. It should destroy any locking mechanism and allow you to pull free."

“Should?" Sam asked nervously as Kisar ignored the question and with obvious care, delicately dripped three small drops into the keyhole. Immediately there was a hissing sound from the shackle and Sam could almost feel the metal heating up around his wrist. A few seconds later Kisar gripped two the upper and lower portions of the wrist shackle and pulled them apart, revealing a acid riddle portion on the interior metal.

“To little and it wouldn't work. Too much and it would eat through the metal and into your flesh." Kisar explained casually, “Without the keys the other alternative is to cut off your wrists and I didn't think you'd appreciate that."

Having gotten the dosage right, despite the shiver of fear that ran through his spine at those words, Sam lifted his other wrist voluntarily and Kisar dripped an identical three drops into it, shortly free him of the last cuff and letting the shackles drop to the floor with a clang. Almost finding it hard to believe Sam rubbed at his red, almost raw wrists, his head suddenly awash with the feeling of freedom. He was still in a city without any money, but the shackles had always been a sign of suppression. Limiting his options.

Meeting Kisar's eyes he said, “Thank you." Even though his face was still covered in musky cum, and all he could smell was the potent scent of sex, Sam didn't mind.

“My pleasure. Just don't try not to fall back into the hands of whomever grabbed you in the first place." Kisar chuckled, picking up a towel and passing it to Sam who wiped it face clean. Once done Kisar continued,

“I'll give you some free advice. If you want to leave the city I wouldn't go through the gates. Unless you're highly wanted, while your face won't be passed around the city it's easy and common to post sketches of any escapees at each gate." Kisar shrugged, “Of course, that's if you want to leave. The city is diverse and large. A fair number of people live their entires lives within, never leaving, so what you want to do is up to you."

Sam pondered on that information for a moment, thankful for it. He hadn't truly considered his exact destination other than attaining freedom. He was still wanted but at least now he had some leeway about that.

“You're free to leave now if you want. It should be getting dark now though, so unless you plan to encounter a roaming guard patrol or the underworld I would suggest heading to the inn just up the street from here. You could figure out a way to pay for room and board there and figure out what you want to do. Although I suppose I could be tempted into helping you out again with some more information and if you want to stay the night here."

Sam looked at Kisar and could plainly see the naga's dual erection getting harder instead of calming. It seemed obvious what Kisar wanted, yet Sam still felt the need to ask. In any case he didn't actually need to accept those terms as he could now leave, find an inn as suggested and look for ask for any information around there.

“So what is the price you're asking for?"

Kisar grinned back, “For you to strip naked and let me fuck you. Your mouth was good and now I wonder how tight your ass would be."

Sam admitted it was hard to look away from the hard, throbbing hemipenes but he did so, meeting Kisar's gaze. “Thank you for the help and the... offer, but I'll have to turn you down."

A look of disappointment flashed across the naga's eyes but he didn't object, instead waving his hand at the door.

“Well our business here is concluded then. Although you can feel free to come back here at anytime... just remember that I won't be after just a blowjob next time." he chuckled.

Getting up, Sam opened the door and left the house, closing it behind him as he once more stepped into the alleyway. However in the time he'd been inside the afternoon sun had sunk down, almost setting. Deciding to check if Kisar's information was correct first, Sam walked out of the alley and onto the street, noting that the crowd from earlier had dispersed. There were only a few people moving to and fro now on the cobbled street. Further up the street Sam could see a sign of a crescent moon, with a matching name board beneath - 'Crescent Moon Inn.'

He held off immediately heading towards it as he looked around first though, the unusual feeling of not being chased still new to him as he thought back on Kisar's words. The Inn represented safety for the night, but if he waited until nightfall he could encounter some of the city guards or someone from the city's underworld. Either might possibly help him, but there was no saying if they would and the risk was high.

Sam looked at the Inn then shook his head, instead heading to another on of the numerous alleyways and settling in to wait. He decided to risk waiting for nightfall instead of seeking comfort in the Inn. It wasn't guaranteed after all that he could find something helpful in there, but the night seemed to promise at least something would happen, if at a higher risk. And if he wanted to find some criminal elements it wasn't like he knew where else to look and he couldn't just ask random people about it.

As the sun continued to set the streets grew more deserted, until after waiting and resting for only an hour or two, it became rare for Sam to see anyone for a while. The orange, dull light of dusk finally faded away to shadows as the sun completely set and the street became completely deserted. Yet there was just enough light for Sam to make out some distance up and down it, thanks to the soft luminescence of the bright, nearly full moon. The night sky was remarkably clear, and even from his narrow vantage point between buildings Sam could make out the numerous stars.

The bustle of the city had quietened down, and except for the faint sounds of footfalls in the far distance, which Sam took to be one of the nightly patrols, it was silent. The summer air was warm enough that Sam wasn't freezing himself as he waited calmly. He decided to wait until something happened, but there was no saying anything would actually happen. Or when. So he waited as the hours slowly ticked by, yawning as he grew more and more tired.

He wasn't sure what first focused his attention and made him start to move. He thought he heard some faint footfalls, but that could just as easily have been the wind. Or it was some primeval sense that someone was behind him. Watching him. Before he could turn around though, a heavy, furry body pressed against his; one arm circling his chest and holding his arms in place while the other slapped a furry paw over his mouth preventing him from calling out for help.

“Well now, what do we have here," asked a soft voice, whispering into his ear. “Out here all by yourself, no money, no weapons...homeless or waiting for someone maybe?"

Sam couldn't speak, and after a quick attempt to struggle, found the strong arms tightening around him, even as the anthro behind him carried on analysing him without missing a beat.

“Homeless makes little sense. Any room could be picked up for working some hours or an offering of your body. Which means you're waiting here for someone...like me. Now, I'm going to remove my paw and you're going to speak softly and quietly. No sense in drawing a gryphon patrol down on us."

Slowly the person withdrew his paw, and after a few second where Sam didn't call out for help, let him go and turn around. Sam finally got an opportunity to take in his attacker. He wasn't overly surprised to see it was a wolf, the anthro part having been given away by its furry paw earlier. Unlike a lot of wolves he had seen before, this particular one wasn't overly tall or bulky looking, only standing an inch or two taller than Sam himself. He was clad in a tight, soft looking black shirt and trousers with a hood that had been partially withdrawn to show his muzzle. The wolf was pitch black like the night and shadows which surrounded him, though Sam thought he could see traces of grey streaks throughout his fur.

“So what's your name then human?" the wolf asked, his voice still the same steady, calm it had been before."

“Sam," Sam answered, keeping it simple and quiet. The wolf nodded and responded likewise,

“Barak," the wolf replied, and Sam saw him turn to look up and down the street in front of them. “We should be in the clear for now. You aren't armed or look like an undercover spy so I'll give you an offer now. I'm guessing you were looking for someone like me since you've been waiting here so long, and you're lucky it's me, not someone else. They would see you have nothing of value except your body and either demand its use or sell it on. Me... well, I'm willing to see what you yourself can offer up. But not here. There is a safe house I have nearby we can talk more at. Follow me if you want, or you could try your luck by waiting around longer and see who pops up."

Sam took a look around the streets himself and couldn't see anyone. He didn't know if he could trust Barak, but the lithe wolf had raised a point. He could have easily met someone worse, who wouldn't have given Sam a choice in the matter, they could have robbed him, kidnapped him, killed him... Barak at least had only temporarily restrained him.

“Lead the way then," Sam responded quietly.

“Keep close then."

Barak turned around and quickly moved off, and Sam was surprised at how quietly the wolf moved on the cobbled ground. At least it partly explained why Barak had been able to sneak up on him. Sam moved forwards and kept close to Barak as the wolf lead the way onto another street, paused to check it was clear and moved down it. Five minutes later they hadn't encountered anyone and were several streets away yet Barak didn't stop moving except the occasional pause to listen to or check his surroundings.

Then the wolf froze and Sam stumbled to avoid colliding with him. Sam opened his mouth to ask what was up but paused as a gust of wind blew past him. Carried on the wind was the sound of heavy footsteps. Lots of them.

“Patrol," Barak answered the silent question tersely and sped up down the street.

Sam almost had to sprint to keep up with him, yet as they moved, the sound of the approaching patrol only grew louder and closer. The streets grew larger, with more of them crisscrossing, and Sam realised they were moving further into the city. They turned a corner and this time Sam physically ran into Barak as the wolf immediately began to backpedal. Luckily the wolf maintained his balance as he muttered, “Dammit. We must have been spotted. They're converging on us."

Indeed, Sam noticed around the corner in the distance a group of quadrupeds were approaching them. There were a half dozen of them, and in the murky darkness he was only just able to make out they were a group of large gryphons, and they seemed to be heading their way. He didn't know if they'd seen them or not, but Barak obviously wasn't waiting around to think about it and burst into a full on sprint in the opposite direction.

Sam struggled to keep up as he followed Barak. He hadn't eaten in hours, and he was tired from having stayed up all night waiting for someone to appear, yet he managed to keep close to the wolf as they ran down one street and onto another. This time when Barak stumbled to a stop Sam didn't run into him because he likewise and frozen to a standstill because in plain sight, less than a hundred meters away stood another group of gryphons. This time Sam could make out more details; the half dozen gryphons all bore golden brown coloured feathers on their wings at their backs, while their fur was well groomed. Each was equipped with a light leather breastplate and leg guards. More importantly was their bright, sharp eyes all staring at the two of them as both sides froze for a moment.

Then one of the gryphons, obviously their leader, loudly snapped out, “Freeze. Don't move!"

Barak clearly didn't fancy waiting around to be questioned and bolted away from the gryphons, heading to the nearest side street.

Seeing Barak sprint away Sam didn't feel confidant in keeping up with him, especially with how close the guards were. If he ran and got caught, it would be hard to try and explain why he'd been running. So he raised his hands and stood still. Seeing this the squad leader turned and gestured to the rest of his patrol, “Chase after the wolf. Capture alive if possible, if not I want a positive ID before you dispose of him."

Immediately three gryphons took to the skies while the other two sprinted forwards on their paws. Sam remained still but couldn't help a nervous shiver as the ground shook from the heavy footfalls, and the rush of wind as the two gryphons barreled pass him. Turning his head slightly he already couldn't see where Barak had disappeared to, and in moments the gryphons on the ground turned a corner, leaving him along with the leader.

This gryphon didn't seem worried that Sam would attempt an escape with less gryphons about and instead closed the distance calmly. Sam could see those bright eyes taking everything about him in as the guard closed in on him, soon stopping just a meter away from him.

“What's your name?" the gryphon demanded curtly.

“Sam," Sam responded without hesitation. There was a reason gryphons didn't carry weapons. They themselves were one. He'd heard stories how humans were sometimes even eaten alive and whole by the larger gryphons and dragons.

“There is a curfew at nightfall. Unless you have a permit you shouldn't be walking the streets. Why are you not in bed?"

“I'm not a local," Sam answered, skimming the real reason he was here, “I hadn't found a room yet."

At that the gryphon's eyes narrowed and Sam felt his pulse race as the seconds dragged by in silence,

“So instead of finding a room for the night, you're running on the streets in the presence of a known thief. You're a foreigner, with no belongings and smell of snake seed. Your clothes look faded and worn." the gryphon paused as he seemed to consider something, “I'll be taking you in for further questioning. If you really have done no other crime that breaking curfew I'll think about letting you off with a warning." This bright yellow beak curled in a smirk, “If you had tried to run with Barak I wouldn't be so lenient, but somehow I find it hard to believe you're heavily involved in his business."

“For now, let's wait to see if the squad comes back with Barak."

What was probably half an hour later Sam saw the five gryphons flying back towards them. As they landed the one in the lead shook his head and spoke,

“That wolf disappeared into a house then underground. We'll need to send in a smaller squad if we want to chase him out."

The squad leader growled in annoyance but then sighed. “I'll pass the word down for it to be searched, but Barak will be long gone by the time we get anyone down there. I'll be taking this human back to question, and it's near the end of our shift so we'll call it a night here."

The gryphon turned his attention to the human and growled a warning, “I'm going to carry you by claw as we fly back to the barracks. If you struggle you only have yourself to blame if I drop you."

Sam barely had time to take the warning to heart before the squad leader flared his wings and jumped off, a claw snapping around Sam's waist making him cry out in shock. The air rushed passed Sam's face and he had to mentally remind himself over and over not to struggle in the tight grip as he watched the city pass below him. It was only a few minutes flight distance, but could have been nearly an hour's walk before the gryphon finally descended and dropped Sam uncomfortably to the ground.

The hard, solid ground jarred Sam's bones and he grunted in pain as he slowly eased himself to stand up. They were at the edge of a large, open field and despite the late night there were several gryphons constantly arriving or leaving. The five other gryphons of the squad landed in front of them and headed to a large, rectangular building. The leader however used a paw to shove Sam towards a smaller building attached to the first. “I am Eos, a squad commander to the City Guard. A benefit of rank is having our own private room instead of living in the barracks," the gryphon explained as he shoved open the gryphon sized door and into the room.

The house seemed to be entirely one room, but it was spacious, with a mixture of couches, blankets, mats, a large table in the center and a massive bed by the wall.Sam supposed there wasn't much reason to have a full house for someone who could eat in a mess hall and didn't need to spend much time home. The gryphon shoved Sam towards a pile of blankets and pillows that looked well slept in, whereupon the Eos moved in front of him and laid down on them.

“Now then, how about you start explaining your situation properly and I'll decide whether to arrest you or let you go free."

Sam took a while to start speaking as he considered what to say before finally settling on the truth. Considering the risks of being caught in a line it was hardly likely to be any worse if it turned out poorly.

“I'm not from this city, and I don't have any possessions because I was a slave," he explained, baring his wrists and showing the red, circular abrasion marks on his wrists. He saw the gryphon's eyes widen ever so slightly at the revelation but Eos remained silent, waiting for Sam to keep talking.

“I took an opportunity to make a break for it before being sold and got away. Someone helped me remove my shackles for..." he blushed, “A blowjob. After that I waited in the street until nightfall. I didn't have any money for a room. That wolf - Barak - turned up behind me. He said he wanted to talk to me and was leading me to a safehouse. The next thing I know we're running from you."

Eos looked at him calmly before nodding, “I find myself believing you... at least about being a slave. Whether or not you had a deeper relationship with Barak or not is still questionable. I don't really care if you escaped slavery or not, however that law is the law." Reaching beneath him Eos pulled out a set of shackles which he casually tossed towards Sam.

“Put them on or I will act as judge and jury and sentence you now."

Sam wasn't sure what scared him more. That Eos casually had human sized shackles hidden around his room or the look in the gryphon's eyes. The gaze seemed to suggest the sentence would be a rather permanent one. Picking up the shackles he felt the familiar heavy, cold weight of the metal as he slipped them on. He couldn't help but ask though,

“So what exactly am I being arrested for?"

“Aiding and Abetting a thief, helping him escape justice," Eos said simply, “Since I had to deal with you, I couldn't deal with Barak and his chances of escape were higher."

Sam bowed his head upset and sighed. He'd escaped slavery only to end up back in chains a prisoner instead. Eos got up and moved towards the door, using a paw to shove Sam in front of him. Leaving the house Eos guided Sam away from the large field and away from the barracks. In the distance, Sam could see the looming tower of a castle getting closer and closer as Eos walked him down several large streets. Unlike the rest of the city these were well lit by torches and there were no alleys for shadows to hide in. After half an hour of walking they finally ended up in front of a large, nondescript building that almost resembled a warehouse.

However unlike a warehouse the few windows in the walls had steel bars in front. The large, double door they were heading towards looked to be made of metal as well, not wood. There were almost numerous amount of gryphons and other anthros standing sentry around the building, clad in armour and waiting silently. Eos led the way, two guards either side of the doors opening them for him. Sam followed behind him diligently and felt a tinge of despair as the doors closed behind him with a clang. They seemed to have entered a foyer of sorts. Several corridors lead away, but instead of normal doors they consisted of metal bars. In the center of the room were several desks with a mixture of anthros working at them.

One of them, an avian who looked like a hawk, with golden brown feathers approached them,

“Name of prisoner and charge?" he asked curtly, his voice sounding as if the words were rote and had been repeated thousands of times.

“Sam. Aiding and abetting the escape of a fugitive."

“Prison term? The courts are backed up at the moment."

Sam winced at this. There was more than one way to be judged, and while the courts, with a judge and jury were the main system, there were shortcuts in place. What the King said, happened, while lower level commanders could hand out sentences for lesser offences. This meant instead of a 'fair' trial, it was entirely up to Eos.

Eos seemed to consider this for a moment, “Three years, possible parole or community service."

Sam winced at the hefty charge of three years. It might not be so bad he supposed compared to a lifetime of slavery, but it was still three years of prison. He was more interested in the idea though that he could earn parole or do community service... though exactly what that would involve he didn't know.

The hawk nodded his head, jotting down some notes then finally addressed Sam. “You will be lead to a prison cell and fed. Tomorrow someone will come for with some service work options. There will be no second choice. Refuse and you spend three years here. Depending on the job, it may require multiple jobs before you are released on parole." He turned to the gryphon, “I'll take it from here Squad Leader Eos."

“Be thankful for this," Eos tossed towards Sam as he turned around to leave, “You have a chance to leave if you earn it."

The hawk didn't even wait for Eos to leave before telling Sam, “Follow me," and heading towards one of the corridors. Sam followed the hawk as the avian opened and led the way through a series of locked doors. To his left and right were a series of large holding cells that were filled with other prisoners; most were sleeping but there was still a number awake and watching him and the hawk. Eventually the hawk stopped by one of the smaller cells and opened the door for him.

“Shackles." he ordered sharply and Sam raised his wrists, letting the hawk release him before he voluntarily walked into the cell. “Gryphons patrol the corridor. Ask them if you require help." the hawk stated, closing the door, locking it and leaving.

Sam finally looked around the cell he was in. Unlike the larger cells, this was a four person cell, with four bunks. Three of those bunks were already occupied by two canine looking anthros, one brown and the other russet coloured. The third was what Sam thought might be a bear; they had all woken and sat up at his arrival, though after a few seconds the bear turned over and went back to sleep.

“So what are you in for?" the russet coloured canine asked him.

Sam headed towards the spare bunk, that was closest to the bear.

“Aiding a thief to escape. 3 years; Possible parole after community service."

As Sam sat down he was surprised that both canine had started laughing quietly.

“What?" he asked confused.

“Community service," the russet one started to explain, still chuckling, “In any other town or city that could mean sweeping streets, fixing houses or such. Here in this city, it could mean cleaning an entire garrisons armour, feeding one of the King's... 'pets', hunting monsters down in the sewers, washing up the mess after an orgy and those are just the physical labour parts. Sometimes you're offered the choice of willingly serving someone - A commander, diplomat or higher. If you're ever called up by the King though or his dragon you should start hoping for the best." he grinned evilly and the brown canine chipped in.

“Death row inmates don't get killed by a sword or poison. They are offered up to the larger citizens of the city to do with as they wish. Fuck for days on end, release or eat them it is their owner's choice. The King gryphon and that red dragon are known for their voracious appetite and endless libido. You aren't a death row inmate but that distinction means nothing to anyone who really matters. If they want to eat you, they will."

Sam blanched at the idea of being eaten as the two canine started laughing, only when they calmed down did they say, “Good night. Sleep well if you can."

Sam couldn't but help scowl at their laughter, aware that he was being made fun of. But he'd been through so much that day, and up so late he had barely laid down on the hard bed before he fell asleep. A clattering sound woke Sam up and he blinked his eyes rapidly as he was blinded by natural sunlight. The hours had passed by unaware and he sat up to find a plate of bread with a jug of water by the foot of his bed. Sam wasted little time looking at the food, instead quickly devouring the bread as if he hadn't eaten for days instead of just one, while wetting his parched throat.

He had just finished when a gryphon turned up at the door and called out, “Sam?"

Sam stood up and moved forwards, “Here," he replied.

The gryphon unlocked the door as he motioned for Sam to follow him. “Follow me."

With the cell locked behind him, Sam followed the gryphon down the corridor and into a mostly empty office room. It was sparse except for a gryphon sized beanbag that the gryphon lounged into. “I'm one of the prison wardens. I organise which prisoners go where and on what details. I will remind you only once that refusal will result in a full term of imprisonment. There will be no second offer. I do allow you to choose which one though out of four possibles. Consider that a favor to Eos who seemed to go lightly on you."

Sam nodded softly and the Warden continued,

“Alright, the four I've picked out are these. The first possibility regards of Wolf diplomats King Talos is receiving. You would be made available to them as a waiter, server or whatever they ask of you. Whether or not that means you just serve them food or get fucked by every single one is up to them.

The second request I've received is from the Centaur tribe located in the city. They need another servant to help groom a few of them for several days. Simple enough but they have very high standards.

The third... well consider yourself honoured. Talos's pet dragon Soulrend wants a human to wash his scales for him. The last servant he had has moved into the city and a well off job.

The fourth is an interesting request that is rather uncommon. One of the gryphon nobles has no heir, mate or family. He is the last of his bloodline. Yet instead of seeking a female hen...or a female of any species, he wants a male human to pump an egg into."

Sam couldn't but help stare wide eyed at the plethora of unusual and abstract requests that he'd been offered. More so that he had to choose between one of them.

“All four should be worth the entirety of your sentence. You'll be set free on parole afterwards. Arrested again and you will never leave, or given a more... permanent service. I will say though that some of these requests, depending on how you perform might set you up better in the future. So. What is your choice?"

Sam took his time answering, privately thankful that the Warden didn't demand an immediate answer. He had to admit some of them did indeed sound interesting, but there was one option that stood out above the rest. Privately he felt it slightly ironic; a slave trying to escape custody gets arrested and given the choice to work with a creature that was a pet, almost a slave himself to the most powerful beast, and ruler of the Kingdom.

“I... I would be honoured for the chance to wash Soulrend's scales if given the chance." Sam responded. Soulrend was a dragon, one he knew had eaten human's before so it was a risk. Yet if he played it right the rewards he could get looked to be promising."

The Warden let out an uncharacteristic chuckle, “Of the choices available, I'm not overly surprised you chose that. Jack!" he called out loudly, startling Sam, and he was surprised to see a plainly clothed otter enter.

“Sir?" the otter asked.

“Take Sam here to the castle and Soulrend's bedroom. He's the dragon's new assistant."

Otter looked Sam over but didn't seem to have any comments, merely nodding the gesturing at him.

“I am one of the castles stewards. Soulrend's requests go through me. Follow me to his room."

Sam had to move in a hurry to catch up to the otter who showed no concern if Sam was following him or not. They moved through the prison quickly, guards opening the doors for the otter while casting looks at Sam. In moments they had left the prison and Sam found himself surprised at how quickly the small otter could move as he led the way towards the castle. As they walked in silence Sam was paying attention to the ever growing castle and it was dawning on him just how large it was.

It made sense though, if you took a normal castle for humans, just to make its rooms and corridors suitable for quadrupeds like gryphons it would have to be at least four or five times bigger. This was the capital though, and home to the King so it was likely even larger than that. Jack the otter didn't seem interested in conversation so Sam didn't question him. Sam lost track of how long it took before they finally reached one of the gate entrances to the castle.

It was open and the ever growing number of guards let them through after recognising Jack.Sam was amazed at the liveliness of the castle; in just a few minutes after entering, Sam had seen more gryphons than he had ever seen in his life before. There was also a large number of species moving about with purpose, some dressed in what he took to be servant garb, while others more richly dressed.

Jack led the way into the main interior of the castle, still not bothering to explain or describe anything. So Sam found himself admiring the rich, bright carpets that lined the floor. The large number and variety of tapestries and paintings lining the walls that depicted everything from historical events, Kingly poses to more lurid acts. Sam almost walked into Jack as he saw a very detailed painting showing one gryphon with another, much larger gryphon's bright red cock in his beak.

They soon approached a set of staircases and started heading up. Sam knew despite the castle's size, it couldn't have too many floors yet by the time Jack stopped climbing and entered another corridor Sam was sure they had to be near the top floor if not just one down.

“The exact length of your sentence matters little to Soulrend," Jack finally started speaking. “He has complete control of your life. It is up to him whether or not to free you. You may leave here in a few days, or find yourself here longer, voluntarily or not. If Soulrend demands more than washing his scales I would suggest you comply, because no one will comment if he fucks you senseless then eats you..." Jack noticed Sam's eyes widen in shock and shrugged, “His Master is King Talos. The law applies all the way until he decides it doesn't. Soulrend is a dragon, and a pet, but not a barbarian. You serve him willingly, don't annoy him and he will have no reason to harm you. You will sleep in his room and food supplied for you."

They finally stopped in front of a door and Jack knocked on the door for once instead of immediately pushing them open.

“Come in," a deep, loud voice called from the room with and Jack pushed the door open.

Entering Sam found his eyes immediately drawn to the sight of the only occupant, the source of the voice as it called out “Jack?" It was a large dragon sitting in the middle of the room on some cushions. A pair of leathery wings were fulled along his back while his tail slid slowly along the ground. His entire body was covered in red scales that looked slightly dull. There were scratches on some of them while splotches of dull white was splattered over a number of them. It was clear the dragon hadn't bathed in a day or two as the strong smell of smoky musk and spent cum filled Sam's nose.

The dragon's head turned towards Sam and he found himself staring into a pair of dark green eyes. “My new washer boy?" Soulrend stated questioningly.

“Yes Ren. If there are any problems with him or you need anything else you know where to find me," Jack replied calmly before turning to leave, closing the door behind him.

Sam stood rooted to the spot as Soulrend stood up and moved closer,

“So you're the human they gave me... what is your name?" he asked.

“Sam, my lord." Sam replied nervously, the dragon's strong musk even stronger the closer the beast approached it, and jumped as the dragon snorted.

“I am no lord. My name is Soulrend, Ren to those close to me. You can call me Master or Soulrend for now." His nostrils flared and Ren chuckled, “I wonder if Jack was having a laugh sending someone who seems to need a bath as badly as I do. While I can wash myself, I've found that having one of you smaller creatures rubbing down my scales is much more comfortable and pleasurable. You can also reach the harder areas easier and clean more thoroughly. Follow me." He ordered and turned towards an open doorway through which faint traces of steam was flowing through against the ceiling. As they moved Sam took in the sights of the room he'd be spending some time in. The back wall was dominated by a massive bed that could comfortably house several beasts of Soulrend's size. There were also several suitably sized couches, and a beanbag and several piles of cushions about.

In the adjoining room Sam stopped in shock as he gasped. This high up he was already surprised that the dragon had access to hot water, but the bath that filled the entire room could have been considered a human's swimming pool it was so large and deep. Without pause the red dragon jumped lightly into the bath, causing a wave of hot water to splash over Sam, drenching him.

“Plumbing is a marvelous thing. One of the best creations your species has ever invented," Soulrend commented casually in a way of explanation. He waved a paw idly to the side where Sam saw a pile of clean, new looking cloths.

“Strip, grab those and start washing my scales," Soulrend ordered, his voice suddenly deep and firm, “Consider this a test. Do well and you'll have lunch this afternoon. Fail... and I'll find other uses for your body."

Sam immediately stripped of his worn, wet clothes, ignoring any shame he felt for being naked in another male's presence. The dragon had surprised him at first with his light attitude, but that last sentence had reminded him that Soulrend wasn't a friend or on his side. Ren was a creature that was fully capable of eating him whole if he wished so.

“Yes Master," the words blurted from Sam's mouth as he picked up a cloth and stepped into the bath, yelping at the sudden spike in temperature. It was almost scalding hot yet Sam guessed - hoped - that it was still suitable for a human to bathe in, otherwise he wouldn't have been chosen. As he approached the dragon in the center of the bath he almost had to start paddling to keep himself up as the depth increased.

“The bath water contains a special soap mixture that will break down any dirt, contaminant or stain. Wash each and every scale clean until my natural shine is back," Soulrend ordered, explaining the lack of soap Sam had noticed but not thought to ask about. Up close against the dragon's side Sam pressed the cloth against his scaly hide, rubbing in small circles over one scale then another as he started to wash off any dirt or whatever else and coated the dragon's scales.

Sam worked diligently, not wanting to disappoint or annoy the dragon as the scrubbed at the dragon's scales. Bit by bit the thin layer of grime disappeared and a beautiful, ruby like colour began to shine from the patch Sam had started at. Soulrend remained quiet as he worked, as if half asleep, yet he could feel the strong heartbeat through the scales and the steady rise and fall of the dragon's chest.

As he moved along the chest Sam realised just how much of a chore it was to properly clean every scale until they were shining. The dragon was large and some of the scales seemed to have the white substance literally caked into the individual scales, requiring intense scrubbing. He couldn't but help marvel at the hardness of the ruby scales as well, yet that raised more impressive thoughts when he came across the occasional scratches. Some of these seemed to buff out but other were too deep, obviously permanent until the scale moulted off.

Sam watched the tail swishing along the top of the bath as he worked, reminding him of a snake he'd once seen swim across a lake. The work was hard yet strangely peaceful. Calming. It allowed Sam's thoughts to wonder as he looked back to the tail repeatedly. Subconsciously Sam realised he was working his way towards the dragon's rear. He wasn't the type who looked for the sexual answer to any question, but he wasn't opposed to other males. Kisar had been odd, sucking off a total stranger but he'd been desperate and the offer of freedom was too good.

Soulrend however was someone who intrigued Sam. A powerful male who willingly submitted to another and didn't seem ashamed of the fact. As Ren had jumped into the bath, his tail had lifted up, revealing a dark, fleshy looking pucker for less than a second, and Sam couldn't but help find himself thinking on it as he moved at a quicker pace towards the rump. Eventually he had cleaned a path along the dragon's side, leaving a large, clear trail of bright, shining scales contrasting against the dirty ones. Sam was practically standing behind the dragon now, as his hands worked the wet cloth towards the tail.

He wasn't sure if it was conscious or not but the thick, long tail shifted slightly to the side and Sam found his cloth working under the tail. Revealed underneath the tail was the dragon's pucker. A ring of dark, puckered looking flesh. Sam stared at it as he rubbed the cloth closer to the tail hole, brushing against it. He felt Ren's breathing hitch slightly in response but otherwise there was no reaction so Sam grew bolder, wiping the cloth further over the pucker, each time more obviously.

“I appreciate that you like my ass so much but you were to clean my scales," Soulrend's amused voice rolled towards Sam who froze, wet cloth pressed against the puckered flesh as his face blossomed red in embarrassment.

“However I suppose I could forgive you if you did it properly," he drawled, almost lazily before his voice hardened, commanding, “No cloth. Use your tongue and rim me deeply human."

Sam hesitated for only a second before dropping the cloth and moving closer, right behind Soulrend's rear as the tail moved out of they way. Sam answered, “Yes Master Soulrend," politely before leaning in. The air had cleared with the rising steam from the bath, yet as his face reached an inch away a dark, heavy musk reached his nose. His tongue stuck out and delicately brushed over the outer flesh of the dragon's pucker. A tingling, faint taste of a earthy musk coated his tastebuds yet it felt, tasted like a mere hint of what there could be.

His tongue move in bolder, firmer strokes over the dragon's exposed anus as he grew more confident. The musk coating his tongue grew and Sam found himself liking the taste, irrespective of how he was receiving it. As his licks grew firmer the puckered hole began to spread apart and the broad tip of his tongue began to tease the soft interior; it was only a touch but the earthen musk immediately spiked in deepness.

Instead of continuing to lick the outside of the dragon's ass, Sam's tongue immediately pressed determinedly at the entrance, his wet muscle spreading Ren open as he pushed inside the dragon. A heavy, smoky musk filled Sam's tastebuds as his tongue rubbed and licked against Soulrend's inner walls. He could feel the smoothness, the almost silky texture against his tongue as the passage rippled and squeezed against the intruder.

Soulrend started murring as Sam's tongue pressed inside, exploring his anus. Sam took this as a sign of approval and continued his rimjob, licking around his insides with a strange hunger. His head and face pressed up against the tailhole as he tried to press his tongue deeper inside the dragon's ass. The deeper he went the richer, the denser the dragon's musky taste grew. His tongue twisted and curled inside the passage, exploring the taste and texture hungrily.

Sam wasn't sure how long he rimmed the dragon's ass, eating him out as he reached as deep as possible with his tongue. Eventually though he pulled out with a slyrp, panting and a touch in shock at how lustfully he'd rimmed the best in front of him.

“Not bad," Soulrend growled happily, “There may be hope for you yet. However it's getting pressed for time so you should better hurry up and focus on cleaning my scales before I need to leave. No more distraction... no matter how pleasurable they may be."

Sam nodded, feeling slightly faint and light head from the lack of clear air. Reaching out he grabbed the floating cloth and returned to his hard work of cleaning Soulrend's scales. All the while the rich, dark musk of the dragon's ass remained on his tongue, an ever present reminder of what he'd done and tasted.

His previous guess that it would take a while proved true and Sam guess that it had to be nearing on half an hour or more by the time he finally finished the last scale; ironically on the dragon's snout, his every motion under the direct observation of those sharp, bright eyes. When he finished Soulrend pulled back and swam to the edge of the bath before getting out. Sam watched in wonder as the water coating his scales smoothly slid off while the rest quickly evaporated into steam from the dragon's body heat.

“Sam was it?" Soulrend asked and Sam replied, “Yes Soulrend."

“I don't have time for you to wax my scales so I'll have you do it another time. Find yourself something comfortable to rest on. I'll ask someone to send you food your way. I'll warn you now though that I'm locking the door behind me - You haven't fully earned my trust yet, or the permission to walk the halls freely. I'll be back in a few hours I imagine or later in the day."

Sam sighed at the thought of being trapped in the room but he wasn't overly surprised. This wasn't a job he'd been hired for but a prison sentence of sorts. There was also no saying who he'd encounter in the castle even if he did try and escape and It could very easily end badly for him. Despite that Sam still answered,

“Thank you Master, I'll be waiting for you."

Soulrend ginned lightly, “You catch on quickly. I won't always have the time to enjoy a good rimming, but If you keep up the good work and more, I might consider your freedom in a week or so."

With that the dragon turned and left. Before Sam had even considered leaving the bath himself he heard the door open, close and lock, leaving him alone in the luxurious bedroom. Pulling himself out Sam spotted some towels and clothes laid out that he'd overlooked previously. He was thankful as his old clothes had started to fragment from misuse and overwear. After drying himself he pulled on the soft clothes, a pair of simple, plain grey trousers and white trousers with underwear. Heading into the main bedroom he collapsed onto the large beanbag and sighed contentedly. It was hard work it seemed, and his arms ached from the unusual heavy work and new, repetitive motions. Sometime later, the sound of the door unlocked and Sam was surprised to see someone another human similarly dressed as him open the door and place a tray of food on the floor.

“Lunch," the human explained simply, “According to Soulrend's orders you'll be fed all three meals regularly unless he countermands the order."

Without another word he closed the door again and locked it. Picking up the tray Sam headed to a table set off to one side and looked at what he'd been given. A large jug of water, enough to last a full day and a ample bowl of what looked to be meat stew. Delving into it Sam sighed happily as he savoured the rich, thick stew, surprised at the quality of food he was being given. When he finished he moved back to the beanbag and rested, unsure of what else to do but wait for Soulrend.

[Soulrend's encounters. Several possible scenes randomly chosen from a list]

Sam wasn't sure if he fell asleep or not, but when he next heard the sounds of the door unlocking he was sure a large part of the day had passed by. The door opened and Soulrend walked in; Sam couldn't but help notice that several of the shiny scales had new scratches in them, while there were more splashes of what Sam was now guessing was cum. Closing the door, Soulrend temporarily ignored Sam and headed for the bed, jumping onto it and sprawling lazily in the middle of it before speaking.

“I trust you've been fed?"

“Yes Master," Sam replied, before admitting, “I was surprised at just how good the food tasted, especially for someone in.. my position."

Soulrend chuckled lightly, “It's nothing special for you. That is just how the quality of the kitchens are."

Silence fell in the room and Sam could almost sense Soulrend's desire for...something.

“I don't have anything to do for a while, and since you're here, come join me on the bed," he ordered, “I wouldn't mind just talking for a few hours. I'm curious how you came here and just how much you know about my position. It's always amusing seeing the difference between those fully aware and those in the dark."

“Alright," Sam replied, getting up and heading towards the bed. It was the first such bed he had to physically climb onto it was so high up and he moved carefully towards the dragon, pausing a few meters away from his head.

Sam looked at the dragon, admiring his stature and body for a moment before finally speaking, “How I came here isn't very interesting. I escaped from a slave market, got arrested, offered a job serving you." he surmised his experience of the past two days in a few breaths. He looked up and met Soulrend's gaze has he hesitated, slightly nervous about what he was about to ask next. He'd thought about it when washing the dragon's scales, and more when he rimmed that delicious tailhole. He just wasn't sure if this was pushing it too far and would annoy Ren instead; he was 'hired' to wash the dragon's scales and follow his commands. Not suggest his own.

“Soulrend... Master," Sam started nervously before summoning the courage to speak up, “Perhaps I could relieve your boredom and please you by... giving you a blowjob."

There was a sudden awkward silence, but the awkwardness seemed mostly sam's as he shifted nervously under Soulrend's sharp stare.

“Are you offering to suck of this dragon's cock?" Soulrend asked calmly.

Sam nodded and reaffirmed, “Yes Master. This servant of yours is hoping that will alleviate any boredom you have."

The red dragon appeared to consider it for a moment for slowly rolling onto his side, twisting his body and raising his hind leg so that his groin was facing Sam.

“Your Master agrees this might cheer him up and be something to do, so consider it an order. Get me erect, suck on my cock and get me off."

Sam hid a faint smile at how Soulrend turned his request into an order and shuffled forwards on the bed so that he was on his knees before the dragon's groin. He could see a slit that reminded him of Kisar's, except it was much longer and there was no sign at all of arousal. Clearly Soulrend's sexual control was better than the naga's and he would have to work to get Ren erect.

Sam moved his head near the slit and wasted no time in licking across the slit. The dragon's taste was faint across the scales, with only a mild hint of a smoky musk that faded quickly. He worked determinedly though, lapping along the length of the slit. He could feel the thinner, smaller scales heating up and swelling beneath his tongue, the lips of the slit slowly ballooning out and pulling apart.

As he licked, his tongue would occasionally dip into the hidden recess within, shocking Sam's sense of taste with the powerful, tangy, salty fluid within. After a few seconds Sam felt a soft yet hard object begin to press up against his tongue, forcing it out of the hot interior of the slit. Above him Soulrend was silent except for the occasional pleased murr or growl. As Sam continued to lick at the opening of the slit he finally spotted the start of Soulrend's erection.

A pointed red tip slowly began to emerge from the slit, glistening with the sticky, salty slit fluids which Sam quickly licked clean. As the dragonhood began to fill out, Sam licked across the bright red shaft of the dragon's several inches of exposed cock. He was amazed at how hot the cock felt, almost tingling against his tongue. Moving his head to the tip he opened his mouth and gently took the pointed cock head and several exposed inches into his mouth.

Soulrend's pleased growl deepened suddenly with pleasure as Sam sucked on the tip of the dragon's maleness. Even as he sucked on the tip he could feel the slow to start erection rapidly filling out, pushing deeper into his mouth even without him going further down. As he cleaned of the strong layer of tangy, sticky fluid the true taste of Soulrend's maleness began to come through. A smokiness that reminded him of a warm fire with a deep,almost delicious musk.

As inch after inch of bright red cock emerged from the slit it grew thicker than any cock Sam had seen before, and Sam moved his hands up to grasp the exposed length. Meanwhile Sam began to bob his head up and down, letting the gently throbbing shaft slide about on his tongue. As his hands roamed the shaft and he looked down the length of it he admired its smoothness, only broken by the appearance of first once ridge, then a second and a third. Each prominent and pleasurable looking, space equally far apart on the shaft which was nearly a foot long now.

Unlike Kisar from a few days ago Sam was aware that is was simply physically impossible or deep-throat Soulrend's entire cock yet he felt determined to at least attempt it. By this time the tip had begun spurting thick wads of pearlescent pre-seed into Sam's mouth, all of which he swallowed hungrily, finding himself loving the sweet, smoky taste that came with it. Bit by bit Sam worked some of the red member into his throat before pulling back. Each time going deeper down onto the dragon, all the while trying to maintain a rhythm with his hands; letting them squeeze and rub up and down the length of the shaft, paying special attention to the hard ridges.

Inch after inch slid down Sam's throat as he tried to deepthroat what he could of the dragon, and he found himself staring down the length of the shaft towards the base and a very formidable looking forming knot. Sam felt his anus clench instinctively as he briefly thought on what it would be like to be tied by such a monster. He could see it growing fatter as he masterbated the shaft and suckled hungrily on the cock tip, trying to almost drink down the free flowing pre. Soulrend's growls were also growing more frequent and deeper and Sam guessed the dragon had to be getting close.

As he continued to masturbate while simultaneously deep throating the dragon Sam could feel the slow, steady throbbing as it spurted pre quickly growing stronger. The knot at the base seemed to suddenly surge and swell an extra inch or two as Soulrend let loose a terrific snarl. The fat, hot red shaft still lodged down Sam's throat began to suddenly pulse violently; a massive, thick rope of fertile spunk shot down his throat directly into his gut.

Sam struggled to breathe as the shaft ejaculated inside his throat, unleashing a godly amount of semen into his stomach like a dam had burst. Each individual rope of sperm was more than anything Sam had ever experienced. Hotter, thicker and interestingly more delicious than Sam thought possible. Intense rich smokiness covered his tastebuds as he found himself struggling to keep up with the sheer load; the mixture of sweetness and smoky musk attracted Sam to keep eating down the dragon's orgasm hungrily.

Eventually though, Sam decided that he might not be able to swallow the whole load - already his stomach felt full and swollen - and that there might be another way to 'please' his Master. Pulling back he let the still ejaculating shaft pull free of hs throat and mouth yet held it steady in front of his face and body. He wasn't disappointed as the next burst of steaming hot seed splattered against his face and chest. In only a few seconds Sam was thoroughly drenched in dragon cum yet Soulrend only showed signs of slowing in his orgasm, not stopping.

It must have been minutes later but Sam couldn't tell exactly when the dragon's shaft finally began to calm down. The heavy orgasm reducing to a trickle in his hands. Finally letting go of the softening shaft, Sam moved to wipe his eyes clean but something hot, wet and soft beat him to it. He recognised it as a tongue and had to stop himself from recalling from it as Ren licked long and slow over his face, cleaning it of his own sperm while leaving his face covered in dragon drool instead.

“Not bad," Soulrend chuckled, “Certainly a worthy distraction and you got a nice thick nutrient heavy meal from it."

Sam blinked his eyes clear of saliva and looked up at Soulrend who was licking his lips.

“It was my pleasure Master. You were delicious." he admitted.

“Indeed I am, and you tasted not too bad yourself," the dragon smirked above him, and Sam felt a chilling sensation as he was fully reminded of the predator in front of him. Especially the way those eyes were staring at him. Like a meal.

“My meal won't be delivered for a few hours yet, and seeing you so well fed and marinated has made me realise just how hungry I am," the dragon said calmly, “So I think that until my food arrives I need something to distract my stomach. Don't worry. I promise I won't digest you, and when food arrive you'll be 'released'."

Sam blanched and wilted under the dragon's gaze. He knew he was meant to please the dragon for his freedom but this... being eaten was something entirely different from giving Soulrend a blowjob. Even though Ren had promised not to digest him he just couldn't bring himself to volunteer for it.

“I... I'd rather not," Sam said nervously, “Surely I could find some other way. Get you some food-"

“No!" Soulrend growled, standing up on the bed and towering over the cum soaked human. “I was being generous and let you have the illusion of choice so that you could please me by saying yes. By asking to be eaten by me. Instead you think my order wasn't one. I'm going to eat you little one and you will accept your place."

Lightning fast a claw reached out and closed around Sam's waist, squeezing his arms against his side as he was lifted easily into the air. Almost slowly Sam found the claw bringing him towards the red dragon's head. Those long jaws opened widely, string of saliva connection the rows of deadly looking teeth, while the interior looked like that of a wet, dark fleshy cave.

“Please don't do this," Sam begged nervously, but Soulrend ignored him completely and lowered him feet first into the awaiting maw. A breath of hot, rank air washed over him and Sam choked. It was like he'd flipped a coin from the pleasurable act of sucking the dragon off and all that delicious cum to being eaten while breathing in the carnivores stinky breath. His bare feet landed on the rolling mass of muscle that was the tongue and Sam kept them still despite the urge to struggle. It would achieve nothing other than likely impaling himself on the dragon's teeth.

The claw holding him guided him in slowly, Sam's feet sliding to the back of the throat and down as the top row of wet, glistening teeth passed over his eyes. By now his feet had entered the dragon's throat and he could feel the soft, wet muscle contracting around them, rippling as it started to suction him down. With his head clear of the jawline, Ren let go and Sam found himself lying on the beast's tongue.

Even as he was slowly pulled deeper into the chasm of a throat Sam couldn't help but stare upwards as the jaws snapped closed with a hint of finality, cutting off any hints of fresh air or light. Sam was cast into complete darkness and he felt himself breathing heavier - which resulted in him coughing as he found the only air he could breathe was that which went through Soulrend, a dark, heavy wet air that was hotter than he could believe.

The tongue underneath him jiggled and bounced him up and down as Sam felt the direction of gravity changing. He could imagine the dragon head lifting up as Sam started to quickly slide down and into the rippling throat. It only took a few seconds but Sam's legs and torso shortly disappeared from the maw and into the throat, the throat muscles clenching down tight against his arms as the dragon swallowed him whole and alive. A second later his head disappeared down into the wet chasm.

Unable to see anything, with a wet throat muscle pressing against his face Sam finally closed his eyes, relying on his other sensation to tell him what was happening. The throat muscles gripped him tightly as they sucked him down and Sam found himself sliding along quickly. In moments Sam found the tight muscles of the gullet disappear as he was literally sucked into the stomach.

Sam found himself being forced to bring his knees to his chest as he entered the cramp area, wet stomach acids splashing all over his cum soaked clothes and face. His first breath brought about a racking series of coughs as his body instinctively rebelled against the breathing in of such harsh, fetid air. Around him the sack like stomach he was in squeezed against him softly, preventing him from stretching as Sam felt himself being jostled about as Ren shifted position.

“For today's past work I will not digest you as my next meal," he heard Soulrend comment, his rumbling voice vibrating the stomach he was in. “You may find it a bit itchy but you'll survive. In a few hours I'll let you out. So relax and consider this a glimpse of what will happen - permanently - if you displease me too much."

Sam felt something pressing against the stomach from outside, squashing him slightly before retreating and he could just imagine Soulrend rubbing the filled out belly he was within. He knew there was no use in complaining. Rather, it was more likely to aggravate the situation which he absolutely didn't want to do. So instead he settled in and tried to get comfortable.

The stomach was like a living sack that surrounded him, pressing in on him from every angle, squeezing in softly enough it didn't hurt, but hard enough Sam found he couldn't push back. Already his lungs and skin felt tingly, itchy from the acidic atmosphere and the pool of digestive fluids at the bottom. Yet the digestive acid seemed to have been diluted somehow as Sam was sure it would normally already be eating into him, not just making him tingle.

Time passed slowly, completely unmeasurable to Sam as he breathed shallowly, seemingly hyperaware of every sensation, every ripple of the stomach lining. He could feel every time the dragon moved, every time he turned over in bed as if he was part of the dragon. Sam fell into a sort of trance as he relaxed within the stomach. The air was hot, wet and rank yet by now Sam's lungs seemed to have gotten used to it while his skin was slowly starting to itch, almost as if he was being ever so lightly burned.

He didn't know how much time passed by Sam was startled by a sudden movement from Soulrend, making him jostle and bounce about inside the stomach. Furthermore the stomach itself seemed to be acting up, contracting and squeezing harder than ever around Sam to the point it was painful. Suddenly Sam felt himself being pushed and pulled out of the stomach, back into the throat and a few seconds later there was a flash of light before he plummeted into hot water.

Spluttering and coughing Sam pulled himself to the surface of what he quickly recognised as the bath. Above him Soulrend smirked down at him,

“My food arrived so I decided that I would let you out. Wash yourself clean then come get your own dinner... unless you're still full from my cum." With a chuckle the red dragon turned and departed from the bathroom. Sam blushed slightly as he realised the dragon had a point. It was late but he wasn't hungry. He could practically still feel his stomach heavy with hot, virile dragon sperm. As he began to wash himself he simled wryly at how his brand new clothes, which he'd had for less than a day, were already heavily pockmarked and in tatters, almost falling off his body. A few minutes later Sam finished up and got out of the bath, drying himself and putting on a new set of garbs.

Inside the main bedroom Sam found Soulrend finishing off what looked to be a massive platter of meat. Considering the size of the tray it didn't seem to have been any smaller than Sam himself. A smaller tray with some meat and vegetables was off to the side for Sam and he sat down quietly and started eating. Soulrend seemed content with the silence and they finished off their meals in silence. When done the dragon stretched, yawned lazily and hopped onto his bed.

“I'm going to sleep now. Find yourself something to sleep on." he commented casually and promptly ignored Sam.

Sam chose a piled of cushions and laid down on them, tired and worn out from the surprisingly vigorous day he'd had. It only took a few minutes and he soon fell asleep.

Sam woke up to the heavy footfalls of Soulrend moving by him,

“Up you get," Soulrend ordered, “Time to wash my scales."

Stretching, Sam got up and followed the dragon to the bathroom while he slowly woke up properly. Stripping he once more entered the hot water, quickly joining the red scaled beast in the center.

“Oh, and while I enjoyed the ass kissing we'll forgo it unless I feel like ordering it," Soulrend ordered as Sam started at his side with the cloth.

“Yes Master, whenever you ask," Sam responded politely as he began to focus on his work. Although he was still tired from waking up Sam worked diligently and when he finally finished he felt like he had completed it quicker than last time... not including the rimjob of course. As the dragon left the bath he reminded Sam,

“I'll be gone for some time and the door will be locked once more. Food will supplied on time."

With that Sam once more found himself a prisoner in the room with little to do but wash, rest and wait around. Breakfast appeared shortly, and eventually so did lunch without any word from Soulrend though Sam wasn't too surprised. There wasn't exactly much to do in this room and the dragon was obligated to entertain Sam. Rather, it was the other way around.

An hour or two after lunch was served the door unlocked and Sam looked up curiously. As expected it was Soulrend who entered, but surprisingly he was followed closely behind by a slightly smaller gryphon. He didn't recognise the young gryphon and Sam waited in silence as Soulrend closed the door behind them then gestured to the bed. “On the bed Helios and be ready for me."

It was then that Sam realised, swinging between Soulrend's legs was that hefty, red erection of his. The tip drooling pre across the floor even as he walked. Likewise the gryphon's sheath had plumped out and pulled back to reveal a slightly smaller, though still impressive bright red cock. Unlike Ren's ridges though, the head was covered in numerous, pointed barbs. Both were very obviously, very heavily aroused.

Soulrend smirked as he saw keenly what Sam was looking at as Helios passed them both without hesitation towards the bed.

“Helios is a new inductee to the castle guards," Soulrend explained, “Normally Master Talos enjoys the honor of... breaking in any guard. A surprisingly effective cause of loyalty. However he's preoccupied for the day so Helios has been passed to me to enjoy, and as you can see, he has no complaints in the matter."

The dragon hopped up on the bed alongside the gryphon as he passed as sly, “Enjoy the show." to Sam.

“Open your mouth wide Helios," Soulrend ordered, voice tinged with lust “I fancy fucking that good looking beak of yours instead of your ass."

Helios showed no complaints or opposition, instead opening his beak wide and without asking lowering his head slightly. Sam watched in fascination as Soulrend mounted the gryphon from the front, his thick girth swinging into position before Helios maneuvered his head to take the head into his mouth. Soulrend started slow, pushing forwards so that his ridged member slowly disappeared into the hybrids beak and Sam watched as the furry throat bulged out widely around the intruding cock. Already the gryphon had taken more into his mouth than Sam had managed previously. The Soulrend pulled back, free of the throat so that just a few inches remained within the beak before thrusting back in. Below the gryphon the bright red shaft bobbed, drooling pre happily.

Sam watched Ren begin to fuck Helios's beak, the slick red shaft plunging into the maw and throat as if it was an ass or cunt. Despite what had to be a strain on his throat the gryphon seemed to be enjoying it as the hybrid's barbed cock remained fully hard and drooling pre-seed onto the bed. The gryphon's tail was raised slightly and Sam couldn't but help remember the underside of Soulrend's tail and that musky pucker. He could just sit there, watching, but he quickly found himself wanting... needing to somehow participate in the lewd act in front of him.

“Master..." Sam started, asking nervously, “Can I rim Helios?"

Sam saw Soulrend's next thrust hitch momentarily before continuing as if nothing had distracted him. However the dragon's head turned towards him while Helios's eyes also tried to eye him from their difficult position between the dragon's hindlegs.The red dragon seemed to ponder the request, all the while thrusting the maleness into the beak before finally smirking, “You really do enjoy sticking your tongue up someone's tail hole don't you. First mine, now his?" he chuckled, “Alright. Come on up on the bed; I see no reason not let this gryphon enjoy someone eating him out."

Sam grinned happily, “Thank you Master," and quickly moved forwards, climbing onto the bed and moving behind the gryphon. Helios couldn't speak but the gryphon showed his approval and desire by immediately raising the lion like tail. Because of Ren fucking the hybrid's front, Sam found himself also facing Ren's head who watched him with amusement, smirking at him, “Go on," the dragon teased, “Show me how much you enjoy kissing ass and give me a show."

Sam blushed but nevertheless leaned forwards and, maybe because Soulrend had subconsciously planted the idea, kissed the exposed, puckered ring of flesh. Soulrend apparently appreciated the irony of Sam's action and laughed even as Sam began to lick at the outer flesh. A earthy musk brushed across Sam's tastebuds as he lapped at the exposed anus, getting stronger the firmer he licked. He didn't spend much time licking the outside of the tailhole, but after licking around the entire outside of the pucker a few times he began to start pressing inside.

The dryish texture on the outside transformed into a soft, silky passage that squeezed against his tongue as it invaded the gryphon's rear. The dark, earthy tasting musk grew richer as his tongue delved inside. With his face pressed against the gryphon's ass he could feel the whole avian's body shaking with every powerful thrust of Ren's hips, even the muffled, pleasured murrs Helios was emitting despite being face fucked.

Sam let his tongue explore for him, feeling the tight anal passage way muscles rippling around it,squeezing and relaxing. The soft passage was rich with the dark musk that Sam quickly found himself thinking of as delicious, as his tongue roamed around, rubbing against the walls as he sought more of the taste. For the same reason Sam pressed his face tight against the pucker, his tongue reaching further and further in as the darkness, the richness of the earthy musk increased drastically the deeper he licked.

All the while he could feel the recoiling force of Soulrend's thrusts increasing in pace and strength to the point that Sam realised the dragon wasn't just simply rolling his hips and controlling the pace. Ren really was using Helios's beak like he was rutting the ass Sam was rimming instead. Looking up slightly, even as he continued to rim the tail hole he could see Ren staring back at him, eyes slitted with pleasure and an amused smirk on his toothy muzzle.

Sam eventually found himself straining to reach any deeper, every brush of his tongue bringing forth a surprisingly strong taste of the musky essence. Already the tailhole was starting to stretch around his face as he rubbed his tongue hungrily over the silky, rippling walls. Above him, Soulrend suddenly gave out a low, deep roar, shocking Sam as he felt the gryphon suddenly shove back into him from the force of Ren's thrust. Pulling free of Helios's ass, Sam didn't need to have a look to see what was happening as he could hear the gryphon's throat at work, gulping down the dragon's fertile load.

He watched in wonder as the gryphon's furry stomach began to bloat and distend slightly. Clearly the gryphon was capable of swallowing my cum than Sam had dared try last time... Or Ren simply didn't feel like offering him a choice.

“So how did he taste?" Ren asked with a smirk, and Sam felt an eye twitched as he noticed that even while asking the question, the dragon's orgasm didn't seem to have ended yet.

“He tasted good Master, Dark and earthy," Sam supplied.

“Better than me?"

Luckily Sam didn't have to lie as he felt the dragon's gaze piercing him and he answered truthfully, “No Master, you tasted better, more delicious."

“Kiss ass," Soulrend snorted though Sam didn't feel worried or upset as he saw Ren grinning at the compliment... or possibly the joke. Sam moved back and to the side to see Ren's entire shaft plunged down the gryphon's throat. Only the engorged knot remained free, wedged against the widely spread beak, from which a weak trail of white cum leaked from the corner.

A short time later Soulrend dismounted the gryphon, walking backwards as his cock pulled free from Helios's throat. The nearly foot long shaft was glistening wet with saliva and strands of spunk. When t pulled free it flopped downwards, swinging beneath Ren weakly as it softened.

“Quite a wonderful throat you have Helios," Soulrend complemented the gryphon who was breathing heavily, making up for the lack of oxygen from the oral. “Master sure missed out on welcoming you to the guard."

Helios smiled back weakly, clearly a bit worn out out by being fucked in the face, “Thank you Soulrend, and the human too," Helios added, looking towards Sam with a grin.

“Go on now," Soulrend waved at the door, “I'm sure the castle guards have their own 'welcoming party' ready and waiting for you."

Helios nodded, apparently not surprised by the comment of the sarcasm of the term 'welcome party'. Getting up he stumbled off the bed, belly heavy with Ren's cum, and headed for the door. When the door closed behind him Ren addressed Sam,

“Master asked to see me when I was done with Helios, so I don't know when I'll be back."

This time Soulrend didn't seem to feel the need to remind him of the locked door, instead leaving it at that as he left the room, his slowly retracting cock still visible between his legs. Sam wondered what Talos wanted with Soulrend but shrugged. There was simply no way to know, so he got off the bed and sat down on the beanbag, licking his lips as the musky aftertaste of the rimjob remained.

Surprisingly, only half an hour later and the door unlocked to reveal Soulrend once more. Carefully clutched in one of his claws was a metal briefcase. Setting it down on the table the dragon looked at Sam,

“Open it," he ordered.

Feeling quite curious himself about the case, Sam got up and approached the table, looking at the case. It looked more suitable for a human or anthro to manipulate but the hatches on the sides were large enough that he imagined it might be possible for Ren or a gryphon to open it with enough care. Pulling on the metal hatches he lifted up the lid and looked, puzzled at the contents.

Within, resting on a bed of foam in their own indents were four individual large vials. Each vial looked the same, but the contents were different. The two on the left were a odd, reddish murky fluid. With the second one having extra streaks of something sparkly within. Similarly the two on the right were an odd mix of different orange shades, with the far one again with the mysterious sparkles within.

“I'm not sure if you've heard but Talos has a rather keen interest in potions, magic and melding the two," Soulrend launched into a story, “We have a rather impressive knowledge of medicine and alchemy because of it, though Master likes to experiment in areas other than just simply healing a body. Master informed me that these four vials are near perfection. There should be no side effects, and they were purposefully designed to wear off after half a day anyway, just in case... Unless something special happens like impregnation which makes it last until term. These four are the final result of a long series of experiments and are about to be finalised. The last test is more of a gratuitous chance to play around with them.

“Master heard that I picked up a new human servant, and rather than him seeking out a... volunteer for these, he graciously offered them to me... and you." He smirked at Sam, “Master volunteered you to have a taste of one of these potions. You only need test one, as even Master isn't sure what would happen if you drank more than one."

Sam looked at the vials nervously. It was a bit of a shock to hear that lowly him had actually come to King Talos's attention. He was reassured that apparently the vials were apparently finished, without side effects but still... he had no idea what any of them did."

“Soulrend..." he asked, “What do these potions actually do?"

“Ah yes," Ren said, “Don't worry, none of these will kill or maim you if that's what you're afraid of. Rather, you might actually enjoy these rather transformative effects. These have been designed for humans that Talos wants to reward in someway... or find a way to make them last punishment longer than a normal human person could endure." Sam shivered at that thought and hoped he never needed to encounter what could annoy the King so much that he needed to make someone stronger before punishment.

“From left to right, the first vial will transform you into a dragon," Ren smirked at Sam's shocked gasp, “Master used part of my genome so you would turn into a fire dragon, although smaller than me. The second vial will likewise turn you into a dragon... and turn you female at the same time.

“The third vial, the orange series, will turn you into a gryphon. As you can guess the fourth vial will turn you into a female gryphon. I will be generous and let you have free choice from any of these vial to test out."

Sam looked at the set of vials, amazed at how such a small, simple vial could actually do so much. To transform him, a human into another species and one the size of a gryphon or dragon was incredible and he couldn't even imagine how they'd started to figure out where to begin with it. Furthermore to be able to swap one's gender... He had to choose between one of the vials but there was no actual easy choice. Soulrend seemed content to give Sam time to choose since he didn't seem like he was going to refuse.

Strangely Sam didn't feel objectionable to turning into a female. Indeed, it might be a fun experience to have a vagina and a cunt, especially if he didn't have to worry about it being permanent. Yet he could still see both Ren's and Helios's fat, impressive erections beneath them as they entered the door and he wanted to experience having that. A cock that surpassed his very own and made him feel inadequate.

He looked at Ren and while he liked the idea of becoming a dragon, he couldn't but help fancy trying out the body of a gryphon more. But then there was the question of gender. Although it sounded controversial, Sam wanted to try being female... but still wanted to experience having the prideful maleness of a gryphon. His hand wavered over the orange vials, moving back and forth unable to choose.

“Can't figure out if you want a cock or cunt?" Soulrend asked amused, apparently not put off that Sam was choosing a gryphon body, not dragon's.

“Master?" Sam asked quietly as an idea came to mind, “What would happen if I took both the male and female versions?"

“Oh?" Soulrend said surprised then paused to consider it, “Gryphon and dragon would interact poorly. Likely kill you. But if you took the two gender versions of one species... Master hasn't tested this himself yet but the theory is sound. You should end up with both female and male genitalia. Womb, cock and balls. A hermaphrodite if you will."

Sam looked at the vials and after a few seconds of further mental debate picked both of them up, “Hermaphrodite gryphon it is then," he commented, uncorking both vials and bringing them to his lips. Soulrend watched silently with no objections as Sam drank both potions at once, rather he seemed keenly interested in Sam's choice.

The potions contents were thick and yet as Sam upended them it slid smoothly down his throat making his tastebuds and whole mouth tingle intensely. His mind immediately became foggy as if it couldn't make out what the potions tasted of, while the liquid potion suddenly seemed to disappear like it turned to gas. A look of confusion then surprise crossed Sam's face as in seconds his whole body started to shiver and heat up, as if he was experience an incredible fever.

Yet if the feeling of the heat he was giving off was any indication it should have been immediately fatal. Instead, his eyesight slowly grew blurry, his mind increasingly foggy even as he felt as if he was full of more energy than ever. He stumbled back from the table, legs weakening rapidly as his muscles began to fail and spasm uncontrollably, causing him to fall to the floor. Mercifully the fog in his mind soon became so much that Sam blacked out

He didn't know when he next opened his eyes but Sam immediately knew everything was different. It was like his entire previous life he'd been nearly blind the difference in clarity was so vast as he found himself able to more and even through shadows. Instead of his normal nose between his eyes, there was a golden, curved beak and as he breathed in a whole host of new smells hit him. He could discern the individual scents of his old, human self, Helios and the smoky, masculine scent of Soulrend... especially the smell of recent sex from the bed.

Carefully, Sam tried to get to his feet then stumbled as he misused his new, completely different muscles.

“Careful there," Soulrend's voice came to him, sounding deeper, more growly than ever before, “It will take a few minutes to get used to your new form. Take your time then we'll talk."

Sam nodded, trying to say “Thank you," though it came out awkwardly as his new tongue and beak interacted differently than normal. As Ren had said, it took some time for Sam to get his brain into gear, figuring out how to stand up without falling over. Walking without tripping. After a short circuit of the room he approached Soulrend who grinned back at him, now seeming only ever so slightly bigger than him.

Soulrend smiled happily and circled Sam as he spoke, “The combination potion seems to have worked, and indeed, you are quite the specimen. A good looking, well endowed male.... And a very handsome hen."

Sam could feel the new genitals himself, and had taken a look at his groin. Instead of the flaccid or hard human cock he now bore a pair of hefty nuts in a furry sack that swung as he walked. His maleness was currently hidden inside a golden brown furred tube of flesh. On top of the male equipment Sam could also feel something new; sensitive vaginal lips that tingled every time he looked at the dragon.

“Master will be interested in this new potential for the potions... however, before I go see him, it would be best if we tested out your new body. Made sure everything works."

With his new, enhanced senses Sam could easily smell of the waft of arousal from Soulrend that sent shivers of arousal to both his parts. Every time he breathed in Soulrend's scent and the smell of a horny dragon he felt his sheath plump up up. His new cunt grew wetter as if in anticipation.

“So... how should we test you out?" Soulrend offered Sam the choice to choose.

Sam breathed in deeply, inhaling Soulrend's smoky scent and arousal. He didn't know if it was because he was female, a side effect of taking both potions, or his naturally inclined self coming to the surface but he was more attracted than ever to to the dragon. He wanted to please and be pleasuerd by the reptile in ways he had never imagined. Especially now that he was a suitable size for the dragon.

The thought surfaced of he what he wanted and he hesitated. It wasn't something he would have dared ask before now, and even now he wasn't sure Soulrend would agree. It was a need a felt, a growing desire for the dragon beyond that a simple rut could satisfy.

“Master," he started nervously, almost pleading, “Could you please mount me... breed me truly and... impregnate me?"

Soulrend stilled and his eyes narrowed, “You wish for the honor of bearing my young? For me to pump a clutch into you?"

Sam shivered under that fierce gaze but remained standing straight as he brought up some courage, “Yes Master... I wish to be fucked by you. To feel the weight of precious eggs inside me."

The dragon paused for a while, considering it before asking a question that surprised Sam.

“Which hole?"

Sam blinked and felt both his ass and cunt clench needily at the thought. Yet the answer was already there on his lips as he immediately replied “Both Master. I want... need you take breed me in both holes."

Soulrend smirked then ordered, “Get on the bed and lets take your body for a spin."

Sam felt a huge burst of relief that he hadn't angered the dragon and was immensely happy that it seemed that Soulrend had even agreed. As he jumped onto the bed he could feel Soulrend's fiery presence right behind him. He had barely moved to the center of the bed when a heavy, solid weight landed on his back as Soulrend immediately mounted him. Sam could feel the dragon's tough, hot body crushing his wings against his back while the forelegs wrapped inside his own.

“You asked me to impregnate you and I will," Soulrend growled, and Sam shivered as he felt the dragon's hot, hard length rub against his nut sack.

“I'm going to pop your cherry and claim your new, virgin womb for my own. After I fill it with seed and fertilize all those eggs you're carrying I'm going to rut your ass and pump another half dozen eggs inside you to join the first clutch of mine." His voice snarled with lust and Sam felt a shiver of fear and lust himself at Soulrend's tone. It was dominating. Hungry. A different side from the dragon who seemed mildly amused with his past antics.

“You may have a cock, but when I see you, just see a beautiful looking virgin hen," he taunted Sam, “I'm looking forwards to hear you squawk as I stuff you. To see you bloat with cum and eggs for days. Even after you lay the eggs I pump into your rear, you'll have to bring to term my other clutch naturally."

The slick shaft dragged back across Sam's furry balls, leaving a slick streak on the fur as the tip slipped back and up. Sam let out a gasp he the cock head found itself lined up with his nether lips, brushing across the gap between them as it spurted warm pre over the opening. So new to his body he hadn't yet realised how sensitive he was back there. He is... was male. He had no experience of this side of what it felt like to have a vagina.

Soulrend's head brushed against his as he breathed into his ear, “You should brace yourself," he warned sternly, and a second later Sam's world exploded into a maelstrom of sensation. Nearly half a foot of draconic maleness had speared into his vagina, obliterating any form of virginity he had and spreading him open. As Ren had vowed, Sam's loud squawk, almost a screech had filled the room as he felt himself spread wide open.

It hurt. Feeling muscles he never knew existed before until now stretch so suddenly without any previous loosening. Yet, even though it was only part of Ren's shaft within him it already felt wonderful. While the stretching hurt, it was only a temporary pain, quickly followed by the feeling of pleasure. Sam didn't have long to focus on the feeling though as Ren wasted no time in pulling back, causing Sam to moan as the the first ridge that went unnoticed at first dragged across his sensitive vaginal walls

The next thrust quickly followed and Sam managed to not squawk in surprise this time, instead moaning happily as the draconic shaft went in a inch deeper. He could feel the second ridge bumping against his stretched open entrance while the first rubbed wonderfully against him. The fire dragon's cock felt hotter than ever inside him and more girthy.

“Such a tight hen you are," Soulrend growled into his ear, “Can you feel yourself clenching around me? Your body practically craves my cock, so wet and eager for me."

Sam could indeed feel his vagnal muscles clench and unclenching in voluntarily around the dragon's cock. He wasn't sure he could control it or not but he didn't really care. He was too happy on the pleasure and ecstasy as the powerful male filled him. Already the second ridge was joining the first as the popped in and out of him, spiking the pleasure he received.

Furthermore, he was rapidly experiencing the first erection of his new body. He could feel inch after inch of his thick shaft emerging into the air as his sheath pulled back.It didn't take long for his shaft to fully emerge, bobbing beneath him with every thrust from Soulrend. Sam had to leave his erection alone though as the heavy best on his back was pressing down on him heavily, the legs and claws wrapped around his shoulders pulling the closer together, digging into his furry chest as Soulrend fucked him harder.

Sam panted, moaning often with delight as Soulrend thrust his pride deeper and faster into his wet cunt, his own snarls filling the air with Sam's moans. He could hardly believe he was taking so much of the dragon's malehood - he understood theoretically as a gryphon he should be almost big enough - but Soulrend felt so much bigger rammed inside his cunt than he had in his human hands. He could feel the wondrously hot shaft reaching depths he didn't know existed, hot pre-cum being spurted all over his insides and mixing with his own sexual juices.

Each thrust was accompanied by an ever increasing, wet squelch as the mixed juices were displaced. The three ridges were like lightning strikes of pleasure coursing through his body as they rapidly popped in and out of his cunt. After a few minutes Sam's groans were interrupted by a startled squawk as he felt the cock within him bump up against a barrier - his cervix Sam assumed.

“Almost there my slutty hen, and soon you'll be a true broodmare." Soulrend taunted Sam, and he felt the dragon suddenly change his technique. The long, hard thrusts grew quickly fiercer, even hard as Soulrend started only pulling half his shaft free before slamming it back inside him. Sam shook and squawked in pleasure as the shorter, faster breeding only felt more pleasurable, more exciting, even with the pain as the tip repeatedly banged against the protection of his womb.

Not long after, Sam felt a big, fat knot bumping against the stretched lips of his entrance. He struggled with the idea that Soulrend might tie him, because as much as he found himself wanting it, his body practically feeling like it needed it, he already felt stretched to the limit. His pussy tight and rippling around the dragon. Soulrend's head dragged back over the top of his head and Sam gasped as the predator suddenly opened his mouth and bit down none too gently on his shoulder.

The teeth dug down just shy of tearing into his muscle, but Sam could still feel his new shoulder being marked by the teeth. He was also held ever more tightly in the dragon's now combined grip and bite. The thrusts into his cunt grew ever shorter, and harder, the tip slowly seeming to make progress at his cervical barrier while the knot was stretching his nether lips painfully wide but never fully entering.

Shortly, Soulrend's mating bite dug down, holding Sam immobile as his shaft pulled back slowly, then powered forwards harder than ever before. Sam's screech sounded filled the room as sensation blitzed his mind. The dragon's cock tip finally speared through the hole to his cervix, leaving his womb unprotected and vulnerable. At the same time the fat bulge of a knot streched his vaginal lips wide open enough that it could finally slip in, tying them together as the lips closed back behind it. Immediately the knot swelled even further, making it literally impossible to dislodge.

Moments later, Ren's pride began to pulse strongly, shooting thick, massive ropes of steaming hot cum into Sam's vulnerable womb. Like a dam unleashed, rope after rope of the rich, fertile white seed flooded his womb, quickly filling it to its normal limit. After Sam's screech faded he began to moan, long and deep, in love with what he was feeling. The fire dragon's hot, hard body wrapped tightly against his own. The tingling, electric sensation from the teeth in his shoulder. The knot within that was so engorged every slight movement, every throb of ejaculation was heavily amplified with pleasure. Then his egg chamber, being filled and stretched from the still increasing quantity of hot spunk.

Soulrend's right paw shortly moved to the side, slipping along his belly as the dragon released his bite hold. His claw skimmed along the topside of Sam's painfully erect, highly sensitive cock teasingly before stopping to rub over Sam's swelling womb fondly.

“A young, virgin hen," Ren spoke softly, though Sam could see a satisfied, dominant smirk on his muzzle, “Your ovaries will be full of healthy, new eggs, released into your womb as I bred you. Now they are surrounded by countless millions of my virile sperm, ready to fertilize every single egg released. You will swell with the clutch you wanted my little ass kisser, a dozen or more eggs to carry until you lay them."

“However we aren't done yet," he growled, “You wanted both holes, and I'm going to rut both. When my knot loosens in half an hour I'm going to immediately started breeding that tight, cute looking ass of yours. I'm going to knot you and push another half dozen eggs into your intestines."

Sam panted, slightly worn out from the heavy shock of pleasure and sensation to his system. He didn't reply immediately, instead focusing on the sensation of his womb stretching to accommodate Soulrend's fertile load, starting to distend his belly. Eventually though, the laws of nature apparently resumed and the ceaseless orgasm finally began to ease and slow, with only the occasional throb and dribble of sperm.

Soulrend however didn't seem content to let the time need for his knot to shrink go to waste. The soft massage of his cum filled womb stopped and instead the claw suddenly wrapped around Sam's needy erection making him groan loudly.

“Such a needy hen you are. Wanting a good, thick clutch in both holes and bearing this Nice. Thick. Erection." he emphasised each word with a pump along Sam's shaft.

“You've been here for a few days already, yet I have never once scented your spilled seed so maybe I need to help you with your health and give you a release." he chuckled, slowly running his grip up and down Sam's thick red shaft making him moan wantingly.

“So then," Ren drawled, “Since we've got some time until I'll be knocking you up a second way, let's show you the pleasures of your new gryphonhood."

Sam suddenly had to struggle to keep his legs straight as Ren squeezed his shaft, beginning to pump across his length slowly, dominantly. Sam groaned, the teasing, slow pace wonderfully pleasurable but made him desire more. But didn't bother asking for the dragon to masturbate him faster as he saw Ren staring into his eyes, the smirk, the gaze taunting him. As if daring him to demand more.

So Sam suffered the slow build of pleasure as Soulrend fully controlled the masterbation, gently and slowly pumpinghis aching erection.

“This combination of potions is quite fun," Soulrend commented casually, “Hermaphroditism without any seeming problems...assuming your slutty need to be impregnated was a normal desire. Your pussy is fantastically tight and an experience to fuck. Your cock feels nice and big, and I'm expecting you can produce quite the load too."

Slowly, teasingly Soulrend began to move his claw faster along his length maintaining a good, solid grip all the while. Sam moaned delightedly as his need was ever so slowly met, the pleasurable feeling of being masterbated by the male strong in his mind. After being fucked though,with the knot still fat and wedged inside him he was already close to his peak. The dragon seemed to notice this and whispered a command,

“Cum for me slut. Feel the difference of an orgasm as a gryphon and let your seed flow."

Soulrend's claw began to pump even faster which in moments brought Sam past the edge and he cried out in ecstasy as he came. He new,large shaft felt powerful as it throbbed with release, shooting ropes of his thick, creamy white spunk over the bed. In moments he understood somewhat how Soulrend could produce so much seed as his balls clenched rhythmically, seed spurting with no sign of it ending.

Eventually though it did and Sam sighed with exhaustion as the glow of release filled him. Meanwhile he watched Soulrend lift a cum covered claw to his muzzle and licked it clean.

“Not a bad load, or taste," he commented, then Sam gasped as the bulge tying them together shifted slightly.

“Hmm," the dragon commented, “A few more minutes and it should be deflated enough."

This time frame sent a shiver through Sam's spine as it had to already be over 10 or 15 minutes since he was knotted and the bulge was still an effective wedge inside his vagina. A few more minutes would help but there wouldn't be any further significant decrease in size in that time.

A few minutes later Soulrend proved true to his word and started pulling back with a growl. Sam gasped and squawked as the knot, still much larger than the rest of the shaft, started to ever so slowly move backwards. His nether lips slowly started to stretch open once more past that settled state, make Sam shake as he constantly moaned until with a loud pop the bulge pulled free.

The rest of Soulrend's pride quickly followed suit, pulling free of his heavily seeded womb and flopping between both of their legs as a rush of pressurised spent spunk flowed from his gaping cunt. Sam sighed with relief as the ache of how much his new female parts had been stretched finally hit him. The dragon was no small creature and he could feel his pussy locked open from the time spent with the knot, closing ever so slowly as the muscles tried to return to normal.

Soulrend seemed to take a minute to compose himself as well - or was being unusually kind to Sam and giving him a break - before leaned in again and growled lustfully,

“Ready for round 2?"

“Already?!" Sam blurted shocked. What sort of libido did Soulrend have to be able to fuck someone twice with only a minutes break?

“Of course I am," Soulrend growled, as if Sam was questioning his virility. “Maybe your human self can't go, but we dragons and gryphons can certainly keep going over and over again." Indeed, Sam could feel behind him, the maleness he'd imagined softening had instead returned hard as ever, poking underneath his tail at his puckered hole.

“No need to give you a rimjob and loosen you up," Ren chuckled, “I've got plenty of our juices coating me to serve as lubricant. I claimed your female virginity, gave you one clutch and now I'm going to claim your ass as mine."

The dragon pressed forwards slowly, letting out a moan alongside Sam's as the cock head spread his pucker open before easing its way inside. If Sam had thought the stretch when Soulrend had last fucked him was pushing his limits he was mistaken as the malness slowly pushng inside his ass felt an even tighter fit than before. The dragon seemed to be enjoying the change of methods as he growled happily, continuing to slowly but steadily push inch after inch of hot meat into Sam.

The sexual fluids acting as lubed certainly helped as Sam felt the length slide inside him almost smoothly, up to and past the first ridge which elicited an extra large moan from Sam. Soulrend felt so wonderfully thick and hard inside his rear, the hot temperature pleasurable against his rippling anal passage. The slow movement of the first ridge helped emphasise it's constant movement inside him. The feel of being spread open and filled was enhanced, letting Sam feel more of Soulrend's cock than before.

The second ridge soon followed, then the third as the dragon continued to push forwards unrelentingly, never pausing, no pulling back. Sam was moaning happily, in bliss as he felt nearly the entire length of Soulrend's malehood filling as his ass. The wide stretch hurt for his never before fucked ass, but the slow entry had at least eased it somewhat. The knot soon bumped up against his stretched entrance and halted.

“Damn, you're even tighter back here," Soulrend snarled, “Yet it feels so good. It's like your slutty body was made to be fucked in every hole."

Soulrend then began to pull back, faster than he entered, all the way until he'd free'd the second ridge. That was when the dragon began to fuck him, hard. The sudden change of pace caught Sam completely off guard as two-thirds of a draconic shaft suddenly shifted from outside to inside his rear with Soulrend's roar. Sam screeched loudly for the second time in the span of a few hours as the dragon's cock abruptly filled and speared deep inside him.

Pain and pleasure wracked his system as Soulrend began to fuck him roughly, not bothering with a warm up and instead immediately going for short, hard and fast thrusts. Already with each thrust the foreboding knot banged against his entrance like an ever present reminder of the eventual end. After the initial shock Sam's mind struggled to regain stability as he found himself being rutted hard. Soulrend had chosen when fucking his ass for some reason to truly show Sam what being a hen meant beneath the dominant dragon as the dragon thrust without mercy or constraint.

Claws dug in hard as Soulrend tightened his grip, his hips blurring as he jack-hammered his member into Sam's rapidly abused ass. The ridges skimmed along Sam's sensitive anal passage like streaks of lighting, constantly stimulating with every movement. Especially whenever they plucked at his opening with every withdrawal or thrust. The breeding was more intense than any Sam had ever received before. It made him feel smaller, with no control as if he'd truly, completely surrendered his body as the dragon's fuck toy. Yet through it all Sam began to enjoy it. The rough, arsh fucking actually felt good once his rear muscles got used to the fast, repeated stretching.

Bit by bit Sam could feel the knot working it's way into his ass with every thrust. The quicker pace seemed to be more pleasurable for Soulrend, bringing him to his peak quicker a Sam listened to the shifting in his pleased, horny growls. Thanks to the ferocious pace Ren set, breeding Sam, the knot hammering against his entrance couldn't be denied. Without the need for a focused thrust Sam felt it nearly stretch him wide enough one thrust, then the next cleanly shove inside him, making him cry out loudly as once more the fat bulge locked itself inside him.

Soulrend didn't bite down on him this time, instead letting a loud, claiming roar of satisfaction loose as his pride began to climax. Once more, the draconic maleness began to throb and pulse, shooting thick, large ropes of hot spunk deep insiide Sam's rear. The last ejaculation didn't seem to have lessened this orgasm in any way and Sam groaned blissfully as the creamy white sperm filled his passage, washing against his sore, raw inner walls and cooling their aches.

The ropes of cum kept coming, being pushed ever deeper into Sam as the pressure built up from every spurt. It didn't take long for Sam to feel his belly start to swell once more from the sheer, mystifying volume of cum being pumped inside him. Then Soulrend's calm, voice whispered into his ear, reminding him, “Remember I promised to impregnate both holes?"

It was then Sam realised the ejaculation had abruptly ended. Instead, the base of the shaft suddenly swelled and Sam groaned from the extra pressure against his insides, quickly noticing the bulge wasn't stationary, but moving quickly into him. Soon the object slipped from the tip and into Sam's rear. It wasn't like being able to hold it in his hands, but Sam could still manage to feel the hard, almost leathery exterior of the large, oval shaped object that had been deposited inside him. He immediately realised that it was an egg, and that there was more on the way. Each egg caused him to moan loudly as it spread him wide, deep inside even as it settled within. Sam could feel himself swell and become fat looking as a second, third and fourth egg quickly dropped inside him. It was only with the sixth leathery dragon egg that Soulrend let loose a soft sigh of contentment and his shaft calmed within Sam.

This was like a signal to Sam's aching legs and they promptly collapsed beneath him, pulling Ren down with him as they collapsed on their sides, still connected by the engorged knot.

“Double pregnancy my cute little hen," Soulrend growled softly, “Can't say I've seen that before." He sighed happily, “Your gryphon body sure is a great thing to fuck. Your human self might stand up to one round but nothing like this. When my knot shrinks, feel free to sleep on my bed. At least while you carry my clutch you'll have more, and better food. Once you've laid them... we'll see."

Sam found himself snuggling up against warm, comforting body that was Soulrend as his gut stretched around the heavy clutch of eggs and cum within him. He really didn't care if the potion was affecting his mind. All he knew was in that moment, tied, bred and pregnant, he was happier than he had ever been before, even when he was free. Furthermore, this form was wonderful. He loved it.

“Master," he asked, realising now that the use of the term had become more heartfelt over time than he'd thought possible, “Could... could I remain your servant... your pet?"

“Oh?" Soulrend's voice rumbled curiously, “You don't want freedom?"

“No Master," Sam said affirmably, “I want to remain by your side like this. A herm gryphon. I'll be happy to continue washing your scales and serving you in any way you wish."

Soulrend paused in consideration though Sam let out a content, pleased murr as a paw reached down to rub at the egg shaped bulges that fattened out his belly.

“It would save me the time of looking for another slave," Soulrend admittedly casually. “I'm sure I can convince Master to make the potions more permanent... though he might desire to take your body through a series of his own.... Tests." He chuckled, “So yes. I think I would enjoy keeping you around. You have such a lovely, fuckable body it would be a shame to let it go. I think that when my knot deflates, I'll show you just how much stamina I really have and ensure you have as big a first clutch as possible."

Sam smiled happily, extremely pleased with the answer. An hour later, Soulrend had pulled free from his ass and was once more rutting his cunt, the two of them groaning happily as they copulated. Ren fucked him again and again through the night, sometimes rough and hard, leaving Sam's golden fur and feathers scratched and bitten. Other times the dragon belied his dominant nature, mating him slow and soft. Almost Sensually.

When morning came, Sam's cunt was locked wide open, still drooling with spent dragon spunk. He didn't know how many eggs would eventually form in his womb, but from the heavy breeding and the taunting he received, Sam could guess it might be in the dozens. Yet he didn't care in the slightest, instead snuggling up against the hot body of the fire dragon. Soulrend eventually got up, moving towards the bath.

“Get your pregnant ass up pet," he ordered, “Time to wash off the mess you caused on my scales... and this time, feel free to use your beak as deep as it can go, my little ass kisser." [End Story]