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“Aaaand! That’s why… That’s why you must never trust an oxen to drag your carriage in a storm!”

“Yeah, we know!”

“You sure?”

I mumbled the answer, watching the bottom of my mug. The spicy aroma still arose, like a caress from the rich beer they offered me. A gentle perfume that made my mouth water before I emptied the mug and set it aside like its many brothers and sisters. Glass, porcelain, clay… They formed a little mound, and people watched it with glares, surely with envy. Nobody could drink as much as me! Nobody could… Well, take as much as possible, and my carriage stuffed with empty kegs was the proof of it.

“Yes, Monk. You have been drinking the cave empty without paying. Don’t you have somewhere else to go?” asked the Ox barman, his bare and dirty clothes going along the relatively dirty place. The Yearning Wanderer wasn’t the most appropriate place within the province, but it offered drinks and food to every penitent on the road.

“What? Me? Oh oh! No. I have all night! Another refill? Please? For the old Daijingou?”

Daijingou. Yes, you heard it right.

It's me. The well-known Sampler. But during that period… I didn’t have my reputation. Weary people saw me as that massive monster of a blue dragon who would drink your kegs dry and leave you hanging. They were not so wrong.

Still, that night. I was rowdy, excited, and quite smashed, as I’d been drinking more than usual.

And even that, even with every breath I had been so charged with alcohol I could get someone drunk by breathing on them, I wanted more… More of that delicious beer the barman had been brewing on his own.

“I’m but a Monk, traveling the road. I won’t bother you tomorrow!”

“… You told us that, yesterday,” added the Ox, his nostrils blowing some hot air while he glanced down at me, then back at the other habitués. Wolves, herons, bears, hawks… All burly men who were living around from plowing the earth or hunting in the nearby forest. None of them were… patient or eager to have me around.

“I did?” I asked, surprised and bringing a hand to my chest. Then, turning as even the youngest, a young buck barely growing chin stubs, nodded.

“Wait… Waiiiiiit! Waiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit! Isn’t it… The twelve?” I asked, barely slurring as I threw another mug to the side, and the Ox produced another.

“No, Daijingou. It’s the Fourteen. You’ve stayed here for two days straight!”

“Oh shit! Oh dear! Oh god!... Oh.” I mumbled before I raised the drink above my head. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be gone tomorrow!”

Yet, as I emptied the mug, the sweet nectar pouring into my mouth, I heard a growl coming from the whole room. Maybe it was my size that impressed them and made them avoid the counter. Still, I barely listened to them or the small whispers, the chuckles, while I turned to the Ox who looked at me, arms crossed.

“Do you want me to sw-wear it?” I asked, chuckling as I extended a hand to grab a mug.

But he stopped me, his hand slapping mine and leaving the blue scales redder. Even when I brought them to my face to kiss the painful fingers.

“No need. You already promised earlier,” he said, crossing his arms and looking above me.

“I-… did?” I asked, turning my head to see what he was looking at.

But he grabbed me by the chin. Me… Daijingou, one of the biggest dragons on the continent. A big man! He grabbed me and forced me to face him while he proposed a mug to me.

“Yes. But I’m feeling generous and offering you my new recipe. Brewed with love, that one!”

I looked at it… At the golden liquid, bubbly and quite thick with a raised eyebrow. The same aroma was there but mixed with something a tad different. I looked at it and sniffed while the entire room chuckled and laughed.

“Is this a surprise?”

“Oh yeah. A big surprise! But you’re free to refuse my hospitality, monk, and leave,” he said with a shrug.

“Eh. No. Plus, it smells very good!”

At that moment… Well, I was way too drunk to know it. But the men were surprised to hear me tell this. As I emptied the beer vats, the men got rowdy and frustrated. They were breaking their asses to have the best beer in the region, and I was drinking it all.

So… They spiked it. With a bit of love. A bit musky, I admit.

But at that moment, I didn’t notice it. And I emptied the mug in one gulp.

Did they expect me to do this? Nope.

Did it stop me? Nope.

Did I enjoy it?

“AGAIN!” I shouted and screamed with a booming voice and a grin. Beneath the potent beer’s taste were the delicate touches of salt and acidity, with a heady but earthy savor. One that mixed oh so well with the moment as I allowed my tongue to roll in my mouth to collect every drop that might have remained to taste them anew.

“Hum… Is that… What you want? Monk Daijingou? You liked it?”

“If I liked it?” I asked, holding onto my paunch belly. “Nothing can compare to this, dear Ox! This is the most refined beverage I have tasted, and I scoured that land for years!”

With insight… It might have been boasting or the alcohol talking. But what I declared and declaimed? Well, it wasn’t something they expected. But the glares I had received since the beginning of the night turned into smiles. No… more than that, I was surprised as an old lad… A wolf approached me with his beer. I could see the golden touches from the beer and the slightly creamy liquid mixed in it. But the tart perfume confirmed it was a “genuine beverage” to my nose.

“Dear monk,” he said with a sly grin. “I might have drank too much. And I know you’re a man of taste. Here, this is another of the barman’s recipes.”

The Ox turned bright red and nearly shouted. But by then, I had gulped down the content of that mug and smiled as the wondrous savor spread across my tongue, once more. One stronger than the last and whose tart aftertaste remained in my throat for longer.

“Okay. The monk has had his fill! We’re clo-“

“No need! I am sure Monk Daijingou would like to partake in a party among us,” chuckled another voice.

A tall deer stood by the bar, holding out his mug to me. Haxan, that was how his name. Tall but thin, with a regal attitude that carried in his speech and way of walking; even his clothes were impeccable. He wore the most decadent silk within the region, with gold around his fingers from his trade to the outside. Anyone with a semblance of thought respected him and bowed his head. Even me.

“Huh! Sure! I mean, I can drink one or two more mugs before I need to sleep… In the stables.”

“Oh no, my dear friend,” said the Deer as he entrusted me his mug… That one, too, was filled, and its aroma was slightly more… Fleshy. But delectable in my nostrils as he passed an arm over my shoulders. “I must insist, you could sleep above with my staff. What do you think?”

I gulped. I emptied my mug, feeling my brain go blank as the liquid was spread across my tongue, tingling my mind as well as my appetite in a way I didn’t know.

And this was the moment I broke out a pact with the devil. How?

Well. The drinks were spiked with more love. More and more. And that devilish deer was keen on giving me more. Me? In my stupor, I accepted it and drank… Drank until I burped and gasped.

Until when I looked down, my beer had turned white and syrupy… More than that, it wasn’t as bubbly as ever.

“It’s… Normal? It’s so white?” I asked the Ox, who, red-faced, didn’t dare to speak. His ears dropped, too.

“Oh yes,” suddenly barged in Haxan, sweet talking to my ear. “Every member of my staff slowly refines this brew. I must even say… Everyone has a hand on it!”

“Oh… It’s… A complex brew then,” I answered with a shrug, gulping down another mug as another was offered to me, with more of that white “liquid” dripping from its corner.

“It is, dear Monk. This is why you mustn’t talk about it.”

That was a lie, of course. Haxan only saw a way to make a joke of me… You know, prank a monk and tell him to tell no one so nobody is any wiser. For him, he had had his laugh, and it was done. The tomorrow, I’d wake up so drunk I wouldn’t remember. And he would be right… Wasn’t it for me emptying the next glass, coughing, spitting, gargling… And then smiling.

“Is this possible to have it from the tap?”

Oh. He smiled. He laughed, too. Much like every crew member, the staff that had been sticking around the bar, and even the habitues who had moved their seats closer to me. They were all around me, laughing. And I laughed, too. Followed them as they kicked, roared, smacked their thighs, and coughed.

“Wh- Why are we laughing?” I finally asked, feeling the euphoria leaving me and instead giving me an ounce of anxiety. More so when the deer stood up to grab my shoulders and massage them.

“Nothing. Let’s give you the tap. Jian. You’re first,” said Haxan as he grabbed me by the chin to force me to look up. He smiled, grinned, and showed his flat teeth that had been sharpened to look like a predator.

Behind me, I heard some fumbling, a groan…, and then a whistle from the majority.

“B-Boss. Are you serious?” asked the Ox behind me, his deep voice different from all others.

“Oh yes. Let’s not make Monk Daijingou wait. Shall we?”

I didn’t see the answer. But what remained was a flurry as my head was forced against hairy pubes. The Ox’s sweaty, stinky, and deliciously musky pubes with strands going right into my nostrils and tickling them. That one… he was a musky one. Those who constantly smelled even when bathing every day and not breaking a sweat.

One whose perfume always hits you and makes you wonder, “When did he clean himself?”

But at the same time… A perfume that’s rowdy, intense… And able to make you melt when you’re giving in. Like I did. Like when I huffed it and started to drool over his sweaty junk, still soft in its sheath, and those enormous testicles. Those last? They audibly churned like leather balls filled with water… Or a torrent.

Never before had I been so close to a man’s genitals. But I am proud to say I did better than most, especially in my drunken state.

First went my tongue, lashing and cleaning that guy’s balls and junk as it outstretched. Dragons have prehensile tongues, and some are so sensitive they can foretaste even the faintest of nectar. And the Ox’s aroma? It was like leather, jerky, salt, and resin. And much more.

Was it not for Haxan’s hand going on my head, I would still be licking that man’s balls clean of all he had been sweating. But the Deer held me by the muzzle and pried it open, forcing me to open up.

“Go on, Monk. Say ahhh”

“Ahhh-Grglrb!”

I gagged, I gargled, I nearly retched. But the Ox’s wide-tipped cock forced inside my throat and stretched while tears formed at the corner of my eyes. I still remember the smell of snot in my nose and the bile in my throat. But it was good. Very good to have that man’s junk punching the back of my throat and using it like a good brothel whore.

I know what you will tell me: “But! You’re a dragon; you can spit fire! What’s a man’s cock against your might?”

Well… It happens a man’s cock is my weakness. A dragon’s snappy reflex might have been to close the jaw…

But mine was to suck that man’s junk and to slobber all over it. And aaaaall over it.

When I was back to my senses, or rather able to recognize what I’d been doing in the last five minutes, the poor barman was panting and groaning with a dropped jaw.

“He’s… So… Good, boss,” mooed the poor guy, gripping the counter as if he’d fall if he dared to remove his hands from it. His knees were weak; his saliva dripped from his jaw onto his shirt… And that scrotum was clenching so hard. It was the same for his groin, it was like sucking a steel cock. But… it was good.

Good to hear him moan, cry, shout, moo, and shoot in my mouth. The thick and syrupy liquid was back against my tongue and spreading all over it. Its nasty flavor, the scent sticking to my palate and nose, the creamy texture swarming my throat. I swallowed it with a relaxed mouth, letting that man fill my throat with so much. And I gulped loudly, shot after shot. He squirmed and trembled, of course.

Who wouldn’t be with their dick inside a predator’s mouth?

But then, as his cock started to go soft and the flow reduced to a trickle… I release his cock. He watched me. Haxan watched me. The staff watched me. The habitués were standing on their tows, afraid of what I might say. They were all watching my lips as I licked the cum sticking to my mouth and savored the droplets suffusing their perfume all over my tongue.

I am Daijingou, the Polished Rice Dragon. Someone so mighty I could destroy villages and bring ruin to people. They feared me, respected me… And loved me when I sighed and smiled.

“Is that all? More drink! I need more of that perfect beverage!”

Shout exploded in the tavern, and pants dropped around me. But me, I smiled. And had eyes for the cock Haxan proposed to me. Long but not so thick, with a cut tip that was perfectly fitting inside my throat when I flexed it and pushed the man’s shaft inside.

“Hoh… Dear monk. Your mouth is soft, and your words are so tempting. Why not work for me?” he said with such a soft and suave voice. He completed by thrusting his groin against my nostrils and fucking my mouth.

I didn’t answer at the moment, too lost as he gripped my horns and started to pump inside my open mouth. His musky bushes were tingling my nostrils, too, as his elderly body moved with a ferocious appetite. He fucked my throat, hit my uvula, and made my skin bulge from the form his manhood had… And it wasn’t enough as when he snapped, and the staff members moved around me.

Without releasing me, Haxan made me lean on a table so the staff could remove my clothes. They stripped me bare, exposing my blue and meaty ass to them, much to their appreciation, as I remembered their whistling.

“He has a nice ass, boss!”

I remember what a guy said about me as his feathery fingers toyed with my asshole, tickling it. He and his friend chuckled while Haxan looked down at me, pushing his cock into my throat’s depths and pulling back, only to assault the depths even further with a thrust.

“Would you let them use it? It’s only fair to reward them. They’re… Dutiful workers.”

He said as he popped his cock out of my mouth long enough for me to give an answer.

A slurred answer: “Yeeeesh.”

He fucked my throat, hitting my uvula square the moment those men fingered me. I moaned, cried, gargled… And swallowed as he, too, started to cum in my throat while forcing me to swallow back all that spunk.

As expected, his cock went soft, and the flow soon disappeared. Only for a Canine to present himself with his knotty dick. The old farmer seemed afraid at first… But when I started to suck him, he didn’t seem to care. Nor did I when I was used and abused from both sides.

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It took me… Maybe days to descend from the high and euphoria that orgy had elicited in me. But when I woke up, it was before a burly horse going into my ass.

That guy might have been a guard or a soldier, as his body was marred by scars. But he didn’t seem to care if I was awake or not as his hands on my ankles were kept lifted.

His thick cock was going inside my ass, but I was numb… Though a glance down revealed I had cum… A lot, too. Or perhaps that was the clients’ doing, as my pristine but stretched blue scales were painted in white. All over my round gut, thighs… And arms?

I gargled an answer, swallowed the saliva and cum that had been staying in my mouth, and…

“Oh. You are awake, dear monk. You have worked well the last few days,” said Haxan.

The sultry deer wore only a bathrobe as he approached, carrying along a bottle of sake and a glass he poured to the soldier, handing it to him before the man took a break… But the warm fluid suddenly pouring out of my ass told me a different tale as I exhaled and moaned, my belly so bloated I could not move.

I sighed and let my face drop to the ground as I looked up to see the old deer lift his bathrobe, revealing his plump ass dripping with cum.

He ordered me… I think. But I didn’t hear it as I grabbed those cheeks and brought them to my mouth. I started to drink the semen pouring from his ass, searching the same high while he grumbled and relaxed his hole. A torrent. A torrent of cum poured into my mouth. I slurped it, sucked on the rim. I inhaled the rough musky scent coming from the Deer’s sweaty ass, even when droplets fell into my nostrils. I huffed like a pervert while he relaxed and sat on my muzzle, chatting with the guard.

I moaned into his hole when the Guard went back against my hole, his thick cock stretching me wide. I slurped his sphincter when it contracted and relaxed, sending more waves of scalding-hot cum into my maw. I breathed the lukewarm and musky perfume whenever my prostate was hit enough to make my hips jump. I… Was in heaven.

I had been for days and was back at it, my fingers eagerly digging within the soft flesh while the slow exchanges were mixed with grunts and moans.

I heard none of it… I was certain of it. I wasn’t thinking clearly it so when the Horse finally pulled out and left my gaping hole ooze cum all over the floor, making a mess of the perfectly intact tatami. I desperately tried to clench my hole… But it only made it worse as a spew of cum escaped it and landed a few feet further while my poor dick spurted a few more cum.

I… Was weak. Weakened. Enough to not resist when Haxan brought his lips to mine, sampling the semen I had been swallowing.

“How do you appreciate my Inn’s beverages? Are they adequate, Monk?” asked the Deer with a sly grin, his fingers dancing over my ruined mane, caked with cum, and my beard.

“Uh… They are… tasteful,” I mumbled back, closing and opening my mouth to mix the chewy cum with my saliva. Oh… I needed more.

“You have been… Tasting a lot. And making a mess in my fine establishment, monk. You know?” suddenly asked Haxan.

I almost sobered at the moment. I blinked at him, at his face. At his smile as, he scratched my chin.

“wh-… I-… What do I owe you?”

“Your temple won’t be able to pay for the destruction. And they won’t if they know one of their monks has been… Playing with my employees,” he said with another grin.

I… Gulped. Sure, I could have told him nobody took a vow of celibacy… But my drunken state wasn’t the most argumentative.

Cue my answer: “What… Can I do to repay you?”

An answer that satisfied him as he grinned and his fingers danced over my neck… belly. Lower belly. He touched my guts, full and sloshing with semen. And me, I blushed like a maiden yet felt my cock spring to life from the attention.

“You could repay me. As a sampler.”

“A… sampler?”

“A sampler for men’s delight,” he said.

With one swoop, he pushed his bathrobe aside. With one move, he stretched his legs and sat on my torse… With one throb, his cock was against his cum-coated muzzle. His long, musky, and dripping cock.

One whose brown skin perfectly met with his coat and whose pendulous movement caught all my attention. Left… Right. I watched it move while spraying cum here and there.

“Would you… Sample it?”

He said, the luscious liquid dripping from it. I could foretaste the aroma I’d been fed the last few days… And I bit my lips before him as he gave himself a slight stroke, enough to elicit a whiter bead at the tip. One… I couldn’t resist.

“Could… I?”

I trembled with envy, my tongue moving on its own. It slipped past my lips and went over the throbbing base. It stroked the fine skin, touched the thick vein beneath it… And slowly ascended.

“You could. If you worked for me, Monk,” chuckled the Deer as he snapped and more stomping echoed. The staff members appeared, entering the room with lowered heads as their stiff shafts preceded them. They were all hung, all musky… All perfectly fit and lovely.

I watched them, no longer caring for Haxan, as my head snapped in one direction and then another.

“You could have as many “drinks” as you desire. Should you work for me. Are you interested?”

He asked me… But he knew all too well I was tempted by it. I swallowed my saliva and pride and nodded. He chuckled, he leaned… And pushed his cockhead between my lips. The leathery skin was delightful in my mouth, and I swallowed it whole. I felt it tap my uvula, but my gag reflex was gone by then. I watched the hairy groin slowly approach while my eyes started to roll in their sockets with each inch pushed further. He was hung… They were all hung as they approached me and surrounded me. I closed my eyes and opened my nostrils, captivating the scent of the rutting me, getting closer before they were tickled.

I let myself slip and fall as Haxan pumped into my throat, feeding me with more cum like the good cum-slut I was. His balls, oversized and heavy, hit my chin like any of the other men that morning. My belly ached from so much fluid, but it was perfect for me as I no longer felt the thirst for alcohol… Only fluids. Only men's fluids as they passed a collar around my neck.

That’s how I became a whore for the inn. That night and the days after, the staff fucked me until I could no longer walk. And when they were done, it was for clients to have turns with me in public. I left the temple and became a cum sampler, serving the community like I should.

That’s the tale of how your grandpa became the sluttiest whore in the countryside. Now… could you stop using your fist and breed me? Grandpa needs cum tonight.