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The atmosphere within the clustered tavern was stuffy. Many adventurers, scholars, merchants, and criminals were mingling together after days of an intense lifestyle they all shared. Brought together by an unknown benefactor yet forced to survive within the wilds through strange rules, those recently “Incarnated", as they were called, had to fend for themselves and protect what little speck they had gained through foraging or exploring.

It didn't mean they were all living in sheer poverty, covered with tattered rags and scrambling to find the necessary copper pieces to get their share of ale. The opposite could be said as their existences flourished under that strange new sun, and their attires were composed with a flourish and a particular distaste for the ordinary.

Hogorath wasn't so different.

Not that that distaste drove his choice… Instead, a firm selection of protection plates and green clothes underlined the golden scales covering his body. Even if he so desired to be discreet, the gold Dragonborn stood out among the crowd: with his large muzzle, often spewing smoke puffs from his nostrils; his golden eyes, glimmering; and his bulk, born from hard work. More than that, people gave him an ounce of personal space as he was among the few whose paws were exposed, undoubtedly due to a lack of proper footwear.

Nonetheless, within that plate armor made of solid steel and underlined by green-dyed silk, he had… A presence.

“He—here. Y-your dri-drink," mumbled the tall Firbolg at his side, a young lass whose skin was peppered with apparent and dark veins. She was sweet and shy, but her overall corruption was a source of worry for the Dragonborn—as much as the husbandry and crops they've dedicated to handling for the benefit of other Incarnated dwelling close by.

“Thank you, Moss. You're making such an effort," the Dragonborn said in a genuine but careful tone. He welcomed the beer mug and emptied a third of it into his gullet, the mouth wide open.

“Th-that w-wasn't me," answered Moon-Moss, her gaze pointed right to the counter. “It- It is a gift."

A gift?

The thought surprised Hogorath. His gaze returned to the mug, watching the bubbly golden liquid. He preferred the wine Moss brewed… But that beer was his favorite here. Moss knew it, but who else?

“Who was it?" he asked, going back to his friend.

She fidgeted, her large feet tiptoeing while she kept her hand on the tall table, albeit small compared to the Firbolg's size.

“He- he told me n-not to- tell you. Y- You- will-ll know," she said, flushed.

“A secret admirer? That's flattering!" chuckled Hogorath, emptying another third within his gullet. Yup, that was his favorite brew, and since it was a “he," that guy knew what he preferred.

However… Even if he desired to know why he had been gifted a free drink from a man, his thoughts were pulled away when another Incarnated approached. Then another. And another.

He couldn't get a break from the discussions. One closed, another cropped up. When would be the next delivery? Did he need more protection to handle that tomato thief? Would he join the next meeting for those living in the highlands? Would he join a future expedition to explore a cavern revealed by a sudden earthquake?

The requests kept coming. It was a ceaseless flow of faces he enjoyed seeing and smiling at. They were kind and kinder than in their previous existence. There were hiccups, but Hogorath could tell most had good hearts. As for those who didn't, they merely had to be guided towards the right path. A gentle word, a genial invitation, a genuine compassion were enough.

He smiled, mingled, and sometimes had to leave Moon-Moss on her own for a short moment before he returned... with her holding another mug. Whoever was his secret admirer, he kept the Dragonborn well-provisioned. The alcohol flowed, and the Dragonborn, despite his paunch belly, appreciated the offered beer.

But more clues of who was gifting him? Moss didn't utter a word.

Alas… With the hours going and a drunken stupor clouding their minds, most Incarnated people left the Inn. Moon-Moss was amongst them, leaving Hogorath as he was genuinely enthralled in a discussion about a new expansion from a group of Druids living in the Highlands' far east, around a lake.

They had asked him to visit one day with Moss so they could trade sundries for seeds and perhaps trinkets.

“Thirsty?" asked a low, masculine voice, its owner prompting a mug to Hogorath.

The Dragonborn, without missing a beat, accepted it with a smile, slightly tipsy.

“Thanks, but that's the last one of the evening. I won't find the way back home!" he chuckled, emptying his favorite beer into his gullet. The luscious, slightly acrid taste spread on his tastebuds. For a second, he enjoyed the tingling sensation at the tip of his tongue and inside his throat, then turned.

That human was among the remaining few huddled together around another table. Hogorath, of course, started to glance up and down to recognize that face or put a name on it despite the alcoholic veil over his thoughts. He had talked with him before; that was certain. He also lived in the Highlands, but further north than most.

Hogorath's eyebrows rolled, his golden eyes danced over the fair complexion, and the… Discreet scales middling with the skin. The man wasn't dressed to the nines. His clothes fit for a traveler. And by his side was… A lute?

Black hair tied in a ponytail, golden eyes, broken nose. He saw them before.

“Ashkata?" asked the Dragonborn, daring a name that had popped into his mind.

“Ah! I thought you'd forgotten me! Indeed, Ashkata Woodcreed! We chatted during the negotiations between the Grove and the Silver Citadel."

… That was enough to make the Dragonborn appear grumpy. His brows dropped, and so did his jovial smile. Through his attempt to keep the peace between the inhabitants, Hogorath had been present to help ease the discussions between the Vankel sisters, who owned the Silver Citadel, and the Silvanites Grove. The first wished to settle in an advantageous place and maintain a stronghold in the center of the highlands in case of danger. In contrast, the second presented themselves as the fervent protector of Nature, as dictated by the Oak Father's faith.

Both groups had griefs about the other, whether from the constant lashing or the fear of being infringed on.

Therefore… It helped Hogorath remember when he had seen Ashkata for the first time.

“Yes. How is the situation with the Vankels? Have you found common ground?" he asked, trying to nudge something positive out of the conversation. All the while, he focused on his interlocutor's eyes… The pupils were. Slitted.

“We try. My sister abhors wrongdoing against nature. She's afraid since a pack of wolves disappeared from the Highlands not long ago. It'd be an understatement to say it's linked to the settlements, south."

“I understand your fear, and so do the Vankels. They have happily rescinded their expansion projects. We promised to help them so they no longer have to survive through hunts and foragings. It will turn for the best," explained Hogorath, tentatively offering a smile to Ashkata. It wounded the Dragonborn to hear people couldn't trust each other even in such a situation. They needed to communicate and act in good faith.

For a moment, Ashkata nodded and… Then sighed. Once more. Until a guttural sound came from the Bard's throat. Words, something Hogorath hadn't expected to hear for a long time.

“[I]You are wise, Dragonborn. Your actions honor your clan[/I]," said Ashkata in draconic.

“Wait!" sputtered Hogorath in common, then he seamlessly switched to draconic. “[I]You speak draconic? How[/I]-“

“Surprising? This is not a skill I'm the most proud of," said Ashkata, raising a finger to signal the innkeeper to bring him another drink. On the other side of the table, the discussion had also turned to something hushed and intimate Hogorath wasn't looking to be privy to.

“Yes. You don't look like a Dragonborn or a mage. But I am surprised! Positively surprised!" Hogorath continued in common, beaming with a large smile. “A human I can talk to!"

“Yes… Hmm. I'm not human either, Hogorath," rectified Ashkata by discreetly pointing his scales over his face. And then, his eyes. Hogorath put it, they looked like snake eyes.

“[I]I am a Yuan-Ti. It is not something I divulge to everyone[/I]," continued Ashkata, welcoming the cup of wine as he shifted his posture and reclined against their shared bench.

“[I]But you reveal it to me? Thank you for your trust, Ashkata. I know how difficult it must be to open your heart. Pain and suffering often come with the truth," [/I]nodded the Dragonborn, sobering up from the revelation.

“[I]This is not a… Disinterested act, either.[/I]"

Hogorath tilted his head just so slightly. His frills shifted while he observed the Yuan-ti. Despite reclining with an air of confidence, there was an uneasiness coming from him: the tension in those legs, those arms, the drifting gaze.

“[I]Well, you can tell me. I once knew a half-orc who couldn't admit anything openly. He used to gift me little trinkets or turn every discussion we had into free smithing lessons! The beer was a thoughtful gift and a good way to intrigue me[/I]!"

[I]“This," [/I]Grumbled Ashkata, continuing with the Draconic vernacular.[I] “I feel a kinship between us, and I would like to get to know you better—intimately, more."

[/I]If the Dragonborn had skin like more residents, he would have turned red from the blush and surprise. Instead, his golden scales turned into a slightly redder shade as his heart beat like a drum within his chest. It stole his breath, made him spit and cough, and attracted the gaze of the last remaining customers.

“[I]This is fine.[/I] This is fine!" repeated Hogorath, passing from the guttural speech to the common while raising his hand to ease their fears. He wasn't dying; he wasn't about to die from surprise.

Still, it left him with a little tear in his right eye, which he wiped off.

“Sweet Bahamut... [I]this is forthcoming of you, Ashkata,"[/I] said Hogorath, patting his muzzle with his hand.

[I]“It is. The Oak Father teaches the clans to learn from nature. Outside, Beasts don't entangle themselves in rigid rules of courtship. They offer, they give," [/I]explained Ashkata with a genuine smile, his slitted eyes going all over Hogorath.

[I]“Am I a Beast?"

[/I]The question was asked. In one instant, all the candor and joviality from Ashkata washed away. His complexion went a few shades clearer, and his appalled expression was all the Dragonborn needed to know.

Hogorath burst out laughing, reaching for the Yuan-Ti's hand despite the glance they received from the patrons. Patrons who took the cue and left, themselves yawning and yet restless for the nights they would share.

But the Dragonborn's golden eyes were on Ashkata.

“[I]This is a jest. I understood what you mean by that comparison, Ashkata,[/I]" reassured the Paladin, his voice softly speaking despite the guttural notes. “[I]It is a great honor you, a faithful follower of the Oak Father, desire me. While Nature wasn't supposed to be my calling, I have learned. I won't spurn the teachings you have received from it."

“Oh, thanks, the Deep Forest. I was afraid such blunder wou—"

“Yet."

“Yet?"

[/I]The Dragonborn raised a finger to call to the Innkeeper. Another serving would be necessary to entertain the discussion. He would regret it and suffer from a splitting headache, but he wanted to know more.

[I]“This is no courtship. I want to know better the bold Yuan-Ti who's been eager to offer me drinks. And to repay in kindness."[/I]

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A premonition. Or a self-realized prophecy.

Hogorath brought a hand to his scalie head, feeling the drum within his thick skull. Whatever was playing that tone against his bones rattled him. He guessed he would get a splitting headache, but it sounded more like the world itself had turned against Hogorath. The light hit him; any noise was amplified a thousandfold… As for his thoughts, they were sluggish, oh so sluggish.

“Merciful Bahamut, pity your follower," the Dragonborn mumbled, pressing his hands together. His gentle prayer preceded a surging vigor coming from Hogorath's body. Pain, alcohol, headache, and tiredness were all washed away when the light within him sprung forth and chased those sensations.

Using his healing abilities to cure hangovers wasn't the mightiest or most honorable choice he had made. But he could be indulgent. And it was efficient enough to leave him feeling rested and able to perceive his surroundings.

Stone walls surrounded them. Rich furbishing decorated either side of the room. Parts of his armor peppered the red mat on the ground. Dim light came from between the curtained window. He looked around him, suddenly reminded of the uncomfortable position his body had taken.

He hadn't slept beneath the blanket like a proper, well-taught Dragonborn, but on his right side, sideways. His arm, below him, was numb, and as blood rushed to it, the tickling sensation unnerved the naked Dragonborn.

He peeked over his muscular body, the chiseled pectorals, the paunch belly, the defined curves beneath the armor-like scales, then glanced around him. Where was he? Certainly not at home. Certainly not at Ashkata's place.

Which left him with one answer: the Inn. Had they taken so much time, they decided to stay in town and take a room? A long-drawn growl escaped the Paladin's mouth while he rolled and felt another presence on the bed. Ashkata. The Yuan-Ti was… No more clothed than Hogorath was.

What had happened?

“Tiamat's folly…" swore the Dragonborn as he pinched his muzzle with those clawed fingers. What… Could he remember?

They had talked of… Hogorath's clan when he was younger, his life. He had learned of Ashkata's relationships with his sisters and brother and how they got introduced to the Oak Father's faith. And then… The subject escaped him. But he could say that the conversation had heated up at one moment. Did they—

“Where… Am I?" asked a frail voice, its pained tone betraying the difficulty of articulating those words.

Hogorath watched the Yuan-Ti stir from his slumber. Contrary to Hogorath, he had not slept over his arm or kept his back stretched all night. Or day.

Ashkata rolled before Hogorath's eyes… The muscles tensed beneath the thin skin, riddled with scales, and the sweat-ridden hair glistened in the ray of light. And—

“We're at the inn. It seems we were overzealous last night. Too many drinks and not enough fill to ease the soul have those results even on the most resilient of the—

“URGH!"

A gagging noise came from Ashkata, one Hogorath… Knew all too well.

His eyes widened, and he watched the large room in apprehension. He used his sole option: he pressed both palms against Ashkata's body.

“Bahamut. Ease the body's woes for that one," prayed Hogorath with his eyes closed. Magic poured from within into the Yuan-Ti until the gagging receded and was replaced by a sigh.

“Hangover cure?" mumbled Ashkata, his heaving breath still loud. But no accident.

Hogorath sighed, relieved it didn't happen.

“Yes. It is a boon I was granted… Even if my peers would frown at me for using it so frivolously. I should employ it to aid people and mend what is broken."

“It helps me," answered Ashkata.

The Yuan-Ti's breathing had eased and ever so slowly, he shifted his posture. From lying on his backside, he went belly-down. Then, he pressed with his arms to lift his chest. A slow progress that stopped when those slitted yellow eyes went over himself. Next, Hogorath.

“Did we.. Fuck?"

“We?" continued Hogorath, inhaling and taking a whiff of the room's smell. Sweat, alcohol, his draconic perfume, scented soap. Nothing more. “We striped. And fell asleep, I think."

“Oh."

The Dragonborn snapped his gaze at Ashkata, watching the Yuan-Ti's dejected expression and the slight blush on his bearded cheeks.

“I barely remember what we did. But it was intense."

“Indeed!" confirmed Hogorath, smiling. “I remember when we talked about our respective experiences with men. It was enlightening."

The Yuan-Ti's red face worsened, making his discreet scales stand in stark contrast. THis thighs closed to hide his pride.

“What else did we talk?"

“I… Guess that's all I remember. But if we went as far as to take a room and strip, we planned for more. Our drunken selves were far bolder than you and I," confirmed Hogorath with a genuine smile. “They didn't wait for our approval!"

“Urgh," groaned Ashkata, although this was less of a pained grunt but something born out of frustration. “I should get going. My family will wonder where I've been and search for me."

“Wait."

Ashkata did stop jumping off the bed when the word came. He turned and saw Hogorath on his backside, smiling back at him with his eyes half-closed and his mouth half-open.

“We have paid for the room. Why not take advantage of it?"

One second, two, three, four, five… Ten… Twenty.

“What do you mean?"

In return, Hogorath patted the bedding on his left, beckoning him.

“This is no courtship. I offer, you take," Hogorath said with a sly grin. “Sweet Bahamut, you're not getting cold feet?"

“No! But. The paladins. The virtue. Shouldn't you be…"

“Less forthcoming?"

Hogorath patted the bed again, tilting his head to invite the Yuan-Ti to join him. When the hybrid was by his side, he passed a hand over that rugged chest. Skin was so different from scales, smoother, too. It had a strange appeal, too, as the hair rubbed against his palm and tickled between his digits.

More than that, the perfume emanating from the man was different. It was potent, with a trace of sweat, salt... scales, and resin.

Soon followed Ashkata's fingers over the golden chest, exploring the soft spots mingling with the hardened scutes, touching and stroking that belly rounder from years of feasting.

Next, the Dragonborn's fingers rose to meet with the Yuan-ti chin. It didn't seem Ashkata had shared any night with a like of Hogorath. Therefore, it was to Hogorath's side to guide the Yuan-ti. He pushed him to tilt his head right, imitating Hogorath while they met sideways.

A Dragonborn's mouth isn't something as pretty-lipped as a human's or a humanoid's. The scales were soft but couldn't close a well. Beyond that, that mouth was completed by an extensive collection of pointy teeth.

Treading carefully was the main focus when Hogorath held his partner's chin steady and pressed his tongue within the Human's mouth. It would be a mouthful, but better than to get any wound. In return, he foretasted the aroma reminiscent of alcohol within the Yuan-Ti's breath: rich wine from the southern lands.

Perhaps Ashkata would taste the smoky touches from Hogorath's breath mixed with the cheaper beer?

The thought passed over Hogorath's mind a moment before he pulled the chin away, finding the Yuan-Ti out of breath and flushed.

The Dragonborn, in comparison, felt… Invigorated.

“My vows invite me to enjoy the beauty within this world, savor the finest of drinks, and appreciate love. Why refuse them when you gifted me all three rolled in one?" chuckled the Dragonborn.

He released his grip on the chin. His fingers danced against the neck and downward along the collarbone. Then the chest, the belly. And... a finger away from the Yuan-Ti's pride. There was nothing to say; Ashkata was eager.

“I get why I felt such kinship," said Ashkata, his fingers exploring the underside of Hogorath's belly and—

“It has been a long time since I have ridden someone," said Hogorath, grabbing the hand before it could explore his nethers. A finger away, and it would have found the soft ridges above the slit, the silky opening, and… It's velvety inside. Right above the Dragonborn's prized and twinned jewels, taut in their pouch.

“But allow me to freshen myself."

“Sure, I'll wait," answered Ashkata with a nod, reclining on the bed and watching the Dragonborn depart.

It didn't take long for Hogorath, as he disappeared behind the folding screen, met with the cold basin. It wasn't the most enjoyable experience, but he acted fast. A clean tissue and water were enough to remove most of the grime sticking to his scales and nethers. Wearing an armor was followed by dust accumulating in the worst spots.

But… He ended with cleaner scales, at least around his groin. Satisfied, he stepped away from the folding screen to see Ashkata lying on the bed.

The Yuan-ti hadn't waited for the Dragonborn to return, but he was working on keeping his body “primed" for the event. Those digits were working at a lazy pace, holding onto what was his manhood. A lengthy mast, probably beyond the average man's length, which stood out from the bushy groin. Its uncut end was revealed through the slow strokes pulling up and down the thick foreskin.

But already was Hogorath captivated by the rough, musky scent emanating from Ashkata's genitals. Something different from the Dragonborn's: less intense and yet supple with its undertones the Dragonborn's nose could pick up.

Admitting he liked it would be shameful for his clan…

“You smell wonderful," he still said, approaching with a passion in his gaze.

Their eyes met, and Ashkata blushed. But answered it with bravado.

“Let's get going. My body wants it!"

“Do not haste yourself."

Hogorath words cut through the Yuan-Ti's expectations, his bravado deflating as quickly as it appeared. Nonetheless, the Dragonborn climbed on the bed and joined the hybrid. Merely by standing close to him, one would feel the heat and the warmth pervasive from the scalie Paladin. But so close, it was akin to lying next to a fireplace. Not as painful, not as dangerous.

It beckoned people, inviting them to explore the defined pectorals, the soft belly, the large thighs supporting that bulk, and what made it different between Dragonborn and Humans, or hybrids.

No hair whatsoever. A scrotum, standing between the legs, with a heft, making the jewels hanging loose. A cock? Still none in sight, only a slit whose aroma permeated the room now.

“Curious?" asked Hogorath, smiling at the funny expression Ashkata had. The deft and calloused fingers were on the slit's side, pushing against the scalie flesh until it pried open and… Fluids started to pour out from it, precum.

“I expected you to… Be erect. Have a cock, and we… Take each other," articulated Ashkata, clearly losing his words.

“We could if we weren't in an Inn with nothing to clean ourselves thoroughly. We'll make do," he said, inviting the Yuan-Ti to plunge his fingers deeper.

The slit was… Warm, moist, musky. By pressing a finger inside, the inner walls started to gush and release a flow against the Yuan-ti hand before it landed on the bedsheets, soaking them. Yet, even when stilling his hand, Ashkata could sense the contractions from the Dragonborn's orifice.

They were regular, soft… They squeezed and held onto his fingers as he continued his exploration, feeling the soft flesh on either side as well as soft ridges in the slit's lower side.

“Do not fret. You can push further," encouraged Hogorath, taking Ashkata's duty in stroking and massaging the human-looking cock.

The Yuan-Ti watched, amazed, but then added a second finger… And a third. That slit that hole was way more expansive than many expected. Furthermore, as Ashkata explored and stretched, he seemed to understand.

The ridges he had sensed a moment ago, inside, were the lining of Hogorath's cock, entrenched and yet pulsating. It had been slightly engorged but remained firmly set inside, with its elongated tip and… Thick base.

Whenever Ashkata brushed the organ, he could observe the self-control the Dragonborn exerted on himself. It was associated with smoke puffing from the nostrils, lower grunts, and brisk breaths. It was… akin to watching a living dragon.

“Keep going," exhaled the Dragonborn as one sticky hand departed from Ashkata's manhood to grab the Yuan-Ti's chin and guide him through another kiss—less of a mouthful and more of a gentle embrace. Their lips touched, skin and scales, while their tongues met where it was comfortable for both.

The taste of smoke would have been more intense that time but bearable.

It felt like an eternity: their bodies intertwined and locked together. Their legs nearly tangled while their arms did, exploring each other while their genitals were decidedly ruining the bedding. Slight quivers came from Hogorath; shy hisses escaped Ashkata. Their bodies joined, their pleasure rose, and their climaxes approached.

And nothing. Hogorath cut it down by removing his hand way too early and forcing Ashkata away.

“What?" asked Ashkata, overtaken by a stupor at the sudden change and the sight of Hogorath moving on his feet and then knees. His legs were spread while he stood above Ashkata, his golden body overshadowing the Yuan-ti's.

“We don't want the fun to end here," confirmed Hogorath by leaning forward. He rubbed Ashkata's forehead, nudged it, and then licked it. “I will ride you."

“But… You."

You. Hogorath had his groin rubbing against Ashkata. On one side was the Hybrid's typical cock, with a large tip and a pulled-back foreskin. On the other was Hogorath's slit, wide and oozing. At the right angle, it might have been possible to notice the Dragonborn's purple shaft throbbing within.

Their bodies were close, and so were their groins… Their genitals.

“You want me… to take your slit?"

“Yes," confirmed Hogorath, leaning forth with his arms extended to remain steady.

“You won't find it shameful."

“I don't want any mess behind."

“It's your slit. Where your cock is."

“Do you object to the idea?" asked the Dragonborn, cocking an eyebrow while glancing at Ashkata's face.

The Yuan-Ti froze… And wanted nothing but to shrink: “No."

“Good!" said Hogorath, a puff of white smoke escaping his nostrils as he closed his eyes in a pleasant smile. He arched his back further, and… Their hips met.

At first, the cocktip rubbed against the upper part of the slit, forcing Hogorath to adjust while puffing. Then, the left… His movements were steady but blind.

“Guide my hips," he ordered… And was followed.

Ashkata's hands went on his hips; they pressed and guided…

It was… Slow, sluggish, tedious. But then—

“Hrmph!" moaned Ashkata, his cocktip suddenly engulfed by the Dragonborn's warm and moist slit. On either side, the inner walls clenched and squeezed him without pushing him further away. It was… Soft. Perfect. Different. Yet enjoyable.

The Dragonborn's hips gyrated and moved along while he shifted his posture. After a second of grunts and groans, Hogorath could face and look down at Ashkata, yet smiling, as his slit was filled and used.

Inside, their heartbeats were joined, echoing one another as a squeeze and a caress completed each throb.

“What do you think?" started Hogorath, lowering his pelvis and… thrusting Ashkata's cockhead against his inner walls.

“Oak… Father," grumbled Ashkata, his fingers digging within the soft scales as if he were holding onto his life. “Where did you… Learn that?"

The Yuan-Ti's eyes rolled in their sockets, unfocused and unable to face the Dragonborn as he started to… Ride.

Hogorath's massive body moved, his limbs in unison, the muscles tensing and clenching to lift his bulk. Before he lowered it carefully, to oppose a caress on Ashkata's manhood when he took him inside.

“I... had moments with my two friends. One took the backside and the other the front. Younglings are... imaginative!"

Hogorath extended his neck with a growl, allowing the biggest puff of smoke to escape his mouth. His body warmed up like a machine kicking in. And his slit closed.

Experience had taught Hogorath to use parts of his anatomy he had never been aware of. Closing his slit was such one thing. If he wanted to pull his dick out, it would only serve to make the effort painful. But at the moment, it meant to squeeze Ashkata's cock even further and press the walls against him.

The sensations heightened, the same as the “fullness" within his slit. Even the contact of Ashkata's manhood against his cock increased.

And… He rode.

The first movements were slow and deliberate, careful not to hurt the soft skin. But as soon as he settled for the perfect angle, Hogorath rode. He rode with the regularity and the brutality of a machine, his legs locked in, repeating the same movements. His hips dropped on Ashkata's groin, swathing the pubes with their joined precum while joining their scrotum. Then, he lifted himself, allowing part of Ashkata's cock to be exposed to the room's chill air and yet glisten in the daylight from the fluids coating it.

He went higher, liberating inch after inch of that organ until remained nothing inside but for the cocktip. It crowned, the corona stretching the muscles that were tightly squeezing it.

It nearly got out.

But did not.

Not when Hogorath's pelvis slammed back down, taking in Ashkata's entire length and ramming its head against the slit's depths. A movement eliciting a yelp from Ashkata, fingers digging into the scales until it stung. The Yuan-Ti's legs jolted, with the hamstrings so rigid they could be compared to metal bars.

It didn't stop Hogorath. Not when he was feeling his climax rising in the back of his mind, like a spark in his lower back. The rubbing against his inner walls brought sensations he loved, a fullness… But it was mostly the rubbing against his ridged cock that brought him closer to that ecstasy. He was sensitive, overly sensitive. If someone squeezed his cock near the base, he could ejaculate in a matter of seconds.

The rubbing was less brutal for his mind. But it was just as enjoyable as a tender caress coming and going. Again… And again. And again.

Hogorath nearly bit his tongue as he picked up his pace. His legs were on fire and sore, yet he kept lifting them. His lungs burned, and his heart drummed within his chest, yet he pushed his body to his limits. His mind veiled from the pleasure and lust overtaking it, yet he focused it on keeping himself steady… Regular.

He didn't fail, didn't fall, didn't falter.

He had the stamina to endure it, the training, the experience. Below, the poor Ashkata was a blabbering mess. His hisses had long lost their meanings and turned into background noise for Hogorath's mind as he hammered his hips.

He tried not to give heed too much, knowing the effect his slit had on his partners…

But he heard the low hiss… Long elongated, maintained. He felt it as well, the warm hot cum pouring into him, filling the orifice until the semen had nowhere else to go but outside. Globs of it oozed from the orifice and dropped on the Hybrid's groin and then the sheets.

But Hogorath wasn't done.

He moved, pushed, pulled.

The puffs of smoke from his nostrils were regular until… They stopped. He held his breath. He lifted his hips for one last time. Higher… Higher… Higher until the cocktip was about to leave. Until the corona tug on the slit's orifice with a wrong angle. Until… Ashkata's sensitive cock popped free, and so did the Dragonborn's ridged and knotted cock. The purple pulsating mast sprung out in a flood of cum and precum.

The intermingled fluids coated it, giving it a strange shine as it pointed right towards Ashkata's dumbstruck face... and it shot.

A long white line was drawn across the Yuan-Ti's face and body, even extending on the headboard. Then another. Another.

The Dragonborn roared, his neck extended while his body rumbled from the potent orgasm. His testicles clenched, so did his slit, so did his asshole… And as the orgasm receded, replaced by a dull afterglow, a blanketed numbness, Hogorath dropped on the Yuan-Ti.

Their torsos were pressed together, the semen in between sticking to scales and skin alike. Their bodies were sore and exhausted, with their limbs outstretched as they remained in that crushing embrace.

For a moment, none dared to speak. They heaved, their faces turned in different directions… Their manhood shrunk back or receded, leaving behind the mess they had produced.

The room reeked of human and reptilian musk, making it obvious someone had a moment in it. And then… Hogorath chuckled.

“Hmm?" grumbled Ashkata, recovering enough composure to push against the big loaf on him. His arms, weak, and the Dragonborn's willingness allowed the weight to roll away until the Dragonborn ended on his backside, too, glancing at the ceiling.

“What's… What's making you laugh, Hogorath?" asked Ashkata.

“Something… My friend used to say. “At least, for the Innkeeper, there's no second round." We were always so spent," chuckled Hogorath, turning his head to Ashkata and grinning.

“Why not?"

“Why not push for a second round? We were… Are you ready for a second round?" asked the Dragonborn with a cocked eyebrow.

“Not really," admitted Ashkata, his legs probably as numb as Hogorath's. “No second round."

“Yet."

“Yet?"

“Yet… My farm is always open if you need to take refuge from your family. And to take a break without ruining an innkeeper's day," chuckled the Dragonborn, licking the semen off Ashkata's face.

The Yuan-ti's expression remained appalled. But then broke, as he started to laugh, too.

“Roger will bar us from getting any room!"