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Deal of a Lifetime

Chapter 10

As he stood there, naked, with only a fluffy towel strategically covering his manhood, Aston bit at his bottom lip. Incredibly nervous and unsure if he could go through with what he was supposed to do next. Removing his clothes while so many other people had been around had been hard enough. But to actually go out there and take a bath in front of everyone?! It was a daunting task to say the least.

That, or a really good dream, but Aston preferred not to let his thoughts wander in that perverted direction.

“I'm sorry Bakson, but you do understand that in order to use that baths one must first enter them, correct?" Laurel said from behind him. “Not that I can't say I'm not enjoying the view from back here. You have quite the nice bottom."

Suddenly, Aston felt a pinch on his left buttock. The sharp pain causing him to yelp out in surprised pain and spin around to Laurel. The death glare he sent him when he did seemingly not having any effect on the shorter man who simply smirked back in response.

Like Aston, Laurel was also in the nude. Though he appeared to be far, far more comfortable with his own nakedness. Squat and pudgy body proudly on display as he stood there, hands resting sassily on his hips and chin held high in haughty defiance to everyone and everything around him.

“Do that again and you're going to lose that hand." Aston threatened through clenched teeth. After having known Laurel for nearly a week he did count the snooty aristocrat as a friend. But goosing him like that was where he drew the line.

Annoyingly, Laurel continued to be completely unconcerned about his anger or the warning he'd just received. Sniffing back and looking utterly bored. “Then don't block the exit." He countered. “I swear Bakson, you act as if you've never been to a bathhouse before!"

“That's because I haven't." Was Aston's grumpy reply. “Best I got back home was a quick soak in the wooden horse trough my family kept in our barn."

Laurel's nose scrunched up in disgust. “OH MY! I knew you commoner's lives were hard but… that sounds dreadful!" He cried out, aghast. “How could you stand such an experience!?"

“Wasn't so bad if you didn't mind a horse or two watching you wash up." For the first time that night, Aston's mood lightened a little thanks to the horrified look that crossed Laurel's face upon hearing that. A small chuckle coming out despite his current worries.

However, what humor Aston felt was short-lived when the three other Jade House newcomers brushed their way past them, into the baths. The sight of their naked bodies, especially the dwarf – Why did someone that short have that big a tool at their disposal!? – a sobering reminder as to where they were.

“Any tips for someone new to all this then?" Aston tried asking, vision flicking to the trio for a moment before going back to Laurel. “I wouldn't want to make a fool of myself."

“Well…" Laurel tapped his chin a few times, thinking hard for a moment. “...For one, I recommend not getting caught having sex with a towel boy in a broom closet. The hush money to cover up the potential scandal alone isn't worth the thrill, trust me!"

Ending his advice with a saucy wink, Laurel scurried off into the baths. Aston watching him go for a moment, dumbstruck by what he'd just heard before letting out a huffing laugh and following him. Apparently Laurel took after his father in some ways after all. Hopefully, no bonnet-wearing goats would be involved though.

After passing through the short, steamy hallway connected to the changing rooms, Aston entered into another open area similar to the bathhouse's main lobby. Though, unlike that first chamber this new room he walked into strangely lacked a roof. The upper section wide open thanks to a room-length skylight through which he could see the darkened, star-filled sky high above.

It was what Aston saw when he looked down from this sight however, that truly took his breath away. The men's bathing area looked like something he'd seen once in an old history book. Tiled walls and floors made up of a mosaic of swirling colors and designs. Fountains and flowing waters cascading down large steps like miniature waterfalls. Even music could be heard playing from an unseen musician which only added to its extravagance. All of it centered around an impossibly large communal pool filled with warm, steamy water.

And it was in this magnificent pool that Aston could see them. Naked men. A few humans and demihumans of course, but mostly Dragkin. Dozens and dozens of them. Many swam around, relaxing in the heated waters of the baths. Others lounging about on those stone steps, water flowing around them while they chatted and gossiped away without a hint of shame or modesty as they sat there naked and exposed to their companions.

Presented with this improper spectacle of nakedness laid out right in front of him, Aston tried his damnedest not to stare, not to gawk. Eyes quickly going down to the floor between his bare feet. But for the love of the Sun God, he couldn't resist. Curiosity eventually winning out as he shyly raised his vision upwards, heart picking up in pace and eyes going wide with shock and perhaps a bit of admiration as he fully took in the sight of the many nude drakes around him all at once.

Dragkin, it seemed truly were a very varied species. Horns of different shapes and sizes. Scales of differing hues. Always two-tone Aston noted. One part of their body a completely different color than the rest of them. Beyond that, many had subtle differences that not everyone shared. Features mixed and matched from individual to individual.

Some had thick scaly patches on their knees or elbows. Some darker spots on their scaly hide. Others bore bony protrusions on their muzzles and foreheads that mimicked facial hair, or spines going down their backs or arms. A few even had body hair which surprised Aston. Thick thatches found on their forearms, chests, and… lower regions.

There were some similarities to be seen too, of course. Mostly the characteristics shared between the different “Kin" as Aston now knew they were collectively called thanks to the lesson Hector had given that day at the Hearth.

Earth-kin were the most noticeable. Lumbering, heavy-bodied creatures with underbellies that were always a different color than the rest of them. Their bearded faces softer and more rounded in a way that made many of them appear quite friendly. They all also bore impressive racks of horns made of bone. Thick and white and shaped like that of a bull's or a sheep's.

Next to them were the Sky-kin who tended to be taller and more muscular than their cohorts. Powerful with thick arms, broad chests, and narrower waists. They had an aura of pure strength about them. Their secondary color located on the membranes of their wings. As for horns, they had metallic ones. The points either pointed backward or forwards with a curve. The tint upon them matching that of their owner's main coloration.

Seeing them all together like this, naked and oddly natural was quite an impressive sight to behold, Aston could admit. Though… he was a little disappointed to see that there weren't any Sea-kin or, better yet, Holy-kin visiting the bathhouse that night. After all the dreams he'd been having involving Oxtun it would have been... “interesting" to see at least one of each of them like the others. Suppose Hector was right when he said they were rarer than the other races of Dragkin.

Speaking of said troublemaker, feeling a tap on his shoulder Aston reluctantly broke away from his silent observations to find Hector standing there next to him. The infuriatingly playful expression he had making Aston huff back in annoyance as the other man motioned over to the pool with a nod.

“See Asty! What did I tell you! Best damn view in all of Kelston!" Hector exclaimed, clearly referring to the men and not the baths themselves. “But I'm afraid you can't get in the water with all those handsome, handsome men just yet."

“Why not?" Aston asked, the unintentional eagerness he heard in his own voice making him curse his own damn mouth.

In place of answering right away, Hector placed an arm around Aston and led him over to the one-sided, covered walkway that surrounded the pool. An innocent gesture the part elven man had done countless times before, but now, with them both naked, Aston couldn't help but wince at. The feel of Hector's warm and damp skin against his own making his stomach clench and a certain other body part pulse to attention.

“Number one rule here Asty; No one gets into the pools until they clean up first." Hector lectured in a sagely tone. “Can't have the water everyone's sharing getting all dirty."

“Wait… I have to wash up _ before _ I can take my bath?" Aston incredulously asked. “Why even get into the pool then?"

“Because then you can relax and socialize while you swim dummy." Reaching their destination, Hector detangled himself from Aston to dramatically flourish to their destination. “May I present to you, The Showers!"

Shaking his head at his friend's silly antics, Aston peered ahead to see several wide stalls positioned against the walls. Most occupied by one or shockingly two people while the others were empty save for a stool, a bucket, and a metal hose with a nozzle that came down from a thick metal pipe running parallel over the area.

“Why don't you take a seat and I'll help wash your back!?" Hector suggested, heading for an empty stall. "You can return the favor afterward. I bet those farming hands of yours know all the right spots."

Faced with that sort of suggestion Aston hesitated, unsure how he was going to politely decline that innuendo-laced offer. To his relief, he thankfully didn't have to. Laurel choosing that exact moment to make his reappearance. His scowling face popping out from behind the dividing wall of the neighboring stall.

“Ah-hem! I believe you promised you'd wash my back first Hector." Laurel said, with a pompous waggle of his noggin. “You know, when you were begging for my forgiveness for being so mean to me the other day."

“Come now Lorry! Surely I've made it up to you by now." Hector said flatly. “Apologized on my knees for an hour! Promised to do all your chores for a week. Hell, I even gave you my morning sweet roll!"

Unfortunately, Laurel didn't appear at all moved by Hector's very valid points. The chubby boy exiting his stall to stomp his way up to the half-elf and give him a hard shove with his belly, literally throwing his weight around.

“While that confectionery treat and your subjugation were both very delicious, they hardly make up for what you did!" Laurel haughtily countered, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Also, correct me if I'm mistaken, but did you not claim you'd do whatever it took to earn my forgiveness?"

Hector sighed. “Well yeah but--"

“No buts about it!" Laurel quickly cut in. “That is unless you wish for me to tattle to Miss Vanderman about your behavior. Ooooh! I bet she'll give you quite the scolding."

Seeing that he'd been cornered Hector grumbled in defeat. Looking quite annoyed at the other man for a few moments before his expression shifted into what almost looked like pride. “Fine!" He acquiesced. “But you play dirty rich boy."

“Which is why I must have my “tootsies" cleaned by a peon such as yourself." Laurel retorted with a triumphant chuckle. Turning back to his stall he clapped his hands. “Now chop, chop! I want to take a swim before we leave for the party!"

Rolling his eyes at the degrading command, Hector glanced back over to Aston, an apologetic look presented. “I guess I'll help you after I'm done with Mr. Fancy Butt over here." He promised. “Don't go too far."

Not wanting to waste any more time Laurel impatiently pulled Hector back over to his stall. Hector obediently following but not entirely giving in as he delivered a quick, teasing smack to Laurel's plush bottom before rushing ahead. An action that had the ex-noble blushing like mad before descending into a huffy rant about the “sheer audacity" of what he'd just done.

Tuning out their bickering – a skill he'd come to master not long after meeting the two – Aston let out a long, relieved breath. He liked Hector as a friend, he truly did. But the thought of someone as flirty as him, who also openly liked men and wasn't shy about it, helping him bathe made Aston more than a little uneasy.

With that in mind, Aston sighed and headed for the nearest of the empty stalls, intending to clean himself before someone else offered to help again. But just as he was about to take his first step his path was suddenly blocked off when a pair of Dragkin walked between him and the showers. The duo, both Sky-kin, stopping dead in their tracks the very moment they noticed him.

“Hey now! He's a cute one, isn't he!?" The taller of the two, a russet brown drake, said while giving a friendly grin.

Next to him, his green-scaled companion nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, he is!" He agreed with a grin. "Pretty face, nice body, bet he has a nice little bottom too!"

Brazenly, both of the drakes leaned to the side, one left and one right. Heads tilting in an attempt to see Aston's exposed backside which he quickly covered with his towel to block their view. Which… he instantly ended up regretting when he unintentionally ended up flashing his front at them. Twin whistling catcalls coming from the drakes as he let out an embarrassed squeak and quickly returned his cover to its original position.

“Front's not bad either!" The russet one commented, clearly happy about what he'd seen. Taking a step towards him the large man grinned. “Hey, you up for joining us in the pools for a swim? Maybe get a drink and talk afterward?"

Aston's breath caught in his throat at the offer. The way the pair were looming over him, trying to get him to come with them. It reminded him of those two pushy, angry mercenaries back on the wagon. Only this time the ones asking were far more intimidating.

“N-No thank you!" Aston stuttered, eyesight dipping downwards for a brief moment to catch a fleeting glance at what the men boasted between their legs before snapping back upwards. Why the hell did he keep doing that!?

The drakes shared a puzzled look. “Really?" The green one asked.

“Y-Yeah. I'm not… I'm not really…" Taking a deep breath Aston managed to calm himself for a moment. "I'm here with people f-from the Jade House so I can't—"

“OH! You're an accord seeker!" The first Dragkin said, instantly understanding. Backing away he awkwardly laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “Sorry... didn't mean to come on that strong then. Thought you were single and up for company."

The green Dragkin nodded in agreement. “It was kind of rude of us to ask you out like that to be honest." He laughed shyly. “You're here for a bath, not to get harassed. Our apologies."

“Still, It was nice meeting you." The russet Dragkin did say. “You have yourself a good rest of the night cutie."

That goodbye said, the two simply walked away. Aston left both confused and conflicted in the wake of the quick, casual conversation he'd just had. Never before had he been approached like that. Those Dragkin had been a little brazen with their flirting, sure. But in the end, once he told them no, they left him alone. No anger. No attempt at coercion or threats. So very, very different than the way Luther, the man from the wagon, had acted when he'd been rebuffed.

What was stranger though was that Aston actually felt a little bad for turning them down. Traitorous gaze going back to the drakes and slowly trailing down their broad, winged backs until it finally settled on their tailed backsides. A subconscious moment of lecherous ogling that very quickly turned into a big problem for Aston when something unexpectedly came up. Quite literally in fact!

Hearing laughter, Aston reluctantly tore his eyes away from the Dragkin and over to a group of goblins that were walking nearby. One of the short, large-eared green men giving him a thumbs up while his friends started to whisper amongst each other while making pointing gestures at something just below Aston's field of vision.

That's when Aston felt it. A certain hardness down below that gave a hard pulse as soon as he paid it any mind. Peering down he confirmed what he already knew. There it was, his now very erect penis bouncing up and down in front of him as he stood there naked as a jaybird in the middle of a very crowded room.

Scrambling to hide his shame and get away from all of the eyes on him Aston frantically beat a hasty retreat. The stalls he was supposed to be using rushed past in a haze of red-faced, embarrassment as he ran for the closest door he could see and slipped through it into a thankfully deserted hallway.

What the hell was wrong with him!

Did he really just get aroused while looking at two naked Dragkin!?

No! No, he couldn't have!

Aston wasn't like that. He wasn't a pervert! He was a good and decent Raisterian man! Men like that didn't go around getting hard at the mere sight of, admittedly shapely, dragon ass! Especially when said rear ends belonged to other men! Aston had reminded himself of that very fact several times by now! Why wouldn't he listen damn it!?

'Oh, will you stop lying already and just admit it!' The Voice in his head snapped harshly. 'They made you all hot and bothered! Just admit it you degenerate!'

There was a cruel, echoey laugh from the Voice that sounded as if it was coming from everywhere all at once. A harsh, unrelenting chortle that made Aston's head throb and ache as it continued on for several agonizing seconds.

'You'd have probably gone off with them too if you didn't need that Hallarian accord so bad." The Voice then continued. 'Probably would have even gone into bed with them! Dragkin slut!'

“NO!" Aston growled out, teeth grinding together and body shaking as he pushed his way through an opaque glass door. “I… I'm just nervous about tonight is all. Once I find that dame I'm looking for I won't have these sorts of thoughts anymore. I-I just won't!"

'Lies! Nothing but lies and you know it!' The voice taunted back. 'All hail Aston Bakson the Dragkin slut! All hail Aston Bakson the Dragkin slut! All hail Aston Bakson the Dragkin slut! All hail...'

Trying his best to tune the Voice out as it continued to chant in his head Aston peered around where he had ended up and was surprised to see that it was some sort of secluded chamber. A private bathing area with a single cleaning stall and a sunken tub full of heated water. The perfect location for someone looking to wash themselves without anyone bothering them, he quickly realized.

“Looks like… I'm getting that private room I wanted after all." Aston wryly said, recalling his earlier conversation with Hector. Going over to the stall he turned it on. The metal hose hanging above giving a jostle as water started to pour from its nozzle. "Let's just hope I can finish up before someone comes looking for me."

Calming himself just enough to get the task done Aston silently began cleaning himself. The small towel he'd been using lathered up thanks to some soap he'd found and used to scrub away vigorously at his lightly tanned skin. White foamy bubbles and warm water easing away quite a lot of the anxiety he'd been feeling by the time he poured a bucket of water over his head to rinse off.

Sitting there on a stool, naked, wet, and most of all, relaxed now, Aston sighed in contentment. The trip to the bathhouse hadn't been all bad he supposed. There had been a few embarrassing events at first, but using its services was far better than that old splintery tub back home.

Quieter too! No older brothers badgering him to finish up so they could have a turn. No squawking chickens or braying horses in the background. Just him in a nice quiet room with only the occasional murmur of someone passing through the hallway outside.

'Like now…' Aston absently thought when he began hearing voices just outside the room. 'Whoever that is will probably just walk right by and never know that I was—"

“Hurry, in here!" Tulion's deep, chuckling voice sounded from behind the private bath's closed door.

Almost falling off of his stool when he realized what was about to happen, Aston hurriedly sprang to his feet. Expression panicked as he witnessed a large silhouette appear behind the foggy glass of the room's entryway.

This was bad!

The last thing he wanted or needed now was to get in trouble for being somewhere he shouldn't!

Acting like a naughty child about to be caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Aston decided he needed to hide and do so as fast as he could. Vision frantically searching around the room until he finally noticed a darkened closet off to the side which he raced towards without thinking.

Bare, wet feet slapping rhythmically against the tile as he slid through the opening, falling onto his bottom along the way, before scrambling to conceal himself behind the attached wall. Which, oddly enough, had a small hole in it.

'I wonder what this is for.' Aston wondered, peeking through the opening. 'It's around waist level. How would anyone use it?'

Whatever the mysterious reason for the hole was Aston didn't have much time to contemplate over it as the door on the opposite side of the room gently opened. Tulion's large frame revealed behind it as the heavyset lizard went onto struggling to push himself through the door frame until he eventually popped through.

Stumbling into the room, hopping on one foot as he did, Tulion laughed jovially. Big tail helping him keep balance as he spun around and clumsily righted himself. “I swear! They just don't make doors big enough nowadays!" He said through his constant grin. “Barely made it through that one!"

“That or you've just gotten too chubby over the years to fit through them," Caspian said with a fond, yet sardonic edge. A comment that earned him a good-natured grumble from his reptilian companion. “Now, why'd you drag me in here? We both have clients to watch over."

“I know, I know… but I figured we could have ourselves a little break." Going back over to the offensively tiny door Tulion closed it, a flick of his claw turning a latch. “Ya'know, ta talk and… stuff."

“Stuff huh?" Glancing around as he made his way to the center of the room Caspian sighed. "And by that, you mean "stuffing" a certain "something", "somewhere" I suppose?"

Tulion's whole body wiggled in excitement at the clumsy innuendo. “You know me too well my Strong One!" He chuckled. “I mean… just look at ya! Always did say ya were the handsomest man in the world and now with ya all naked like this… hum-humm it does things ta me!"

“Haven't you had enough tonight?" Caspian said, unmoved by the compliment.

Stepping up to Tulion he poked him in his chest. “Don't think I don't know what happened to your pants earlier." He said accusingly. “You and Harriet were canoodling in our room and got them dirty, didn't you?"

“Maybe…" Tulion admitted guiltily. When he got a displeased huff in response from Caspian he rushed to justify his actions. “Fine! We were! But can ya blame me!? Ya know how riled up I get on Mixer nights!"

Caspian snorted and turned his back to the Dragkin. “More so than a pent-up dockworker on payday?"

Tulion waggled his eyebrow ridges at Caspian suggestively. “Exactly!" He exclaimed. “And what better way to work off all that energy I got than doing what I love with who I love?"

“Honestly… you big ol' horny oaf." Caspian sighed as he turned away with a small shake of his noggin.

Seeing that he needed to try a different angle to convince his beloved human Tulion came up behind Caspian. Blue arms wrapping their way around the shorter man to draw him into a bear hug as he rested his chin atop the human's bald head.

“Please my beautiful Strong one?!" Tulion laid a kiss on Caspian's scalp. “I'll try to be quick if it helps. Or… heh, I'll go nice and slow if ya want. Make sure to go over every inch of ya just like ya like!"

During his seduction attempt, Tulion bestowed even more kisses onto Caspian. The back of the man's bare head, neck, and even shoulders peppered with light, teasing smooches for several drawn-out, passionate moments until he finally couldn't take it anymore and reacted.

Spinning around to face Tulion with a growl, Caspian did a small hop and took hold of both of his horns. Yanking hard until Tulion bent down, their lips crashed together violently. A rough kiss that quickly morphed into a slow, sensual lip lock as they began to deeply and hungrily make out.

“You're a real big pain in the ass, you know that Tuls," Caspian grumbled through a smirk when they finally broke apart. “Biggest one I've ever met."

Trilling happily Tulion pressed his forehead to Caspian's. “Oh, I know my love." Tulion brought his hand down on the human's ass with a loud thwack. “You've said so a whole bunch-a times over the years. But, ya still love me, dont'cha?"

Caspian huffed fondly, hands going up to caress both sides of the Dragkin's face. “Yes you idiot, I love you." He said softly, the two sharing another slow kiss.

Drawing back after a moment Tulion nuzzled the side of Caspian's cheek. “Love ya too, my Strong one." He rumbled. “Now hows about ya let me show ya just how much I love ya!?"

“Horny old bastard," Caspian growled, amused at how quick the mood had turned sexual again. “You're just lucky I'm in the mood to give in."

“When it comes to making love with you, I'm always lucky." Smirking Tulion delivered a quick swat to the human's hairy backside. “Now come on will ya! I'm getting hungry fer ya!"

“Aren't you always?" Caspian remarked.

Yet, despite his insult the bearded man dutifully did as he'd been asked. Pushing away from his Dragkin lover he made his way over to the raised section of floor in the room and bent over it, back arched and rear pressed out as he presented himself to Tulion's eager eyes.

Not one to pass up an offered meal, Tulion quickly joined his accord-mate and squatted down behind him. Another series of quick kisses bestowed upon Caspian's bottom before he roughly flipped the other man over. Caspian letting out a surprised yelp as he was effortlessly placed onto his back.

“Nah-ah my Strong One. First I'm going to get ya good and excited by sucking ya off!" Tulion announced, nose gently nudging Caspian's legs apart. “I want ya all hot and bothered and begging fer me ta breed yer plump little ass."

Opening wide Tulion wasted no time in taking Caspian's half-hard cock into his mouth down to the root. The outrageously loud slurping sounds he made as he diligently sucked on the turgid shaft bouncing around the small room and right into the spying Aston's ears. The young man frozen in shock as he continued to crouch there behind the wall watching. Face pressed up against the “peephole" he'd found.

For the second time that night Aston was unable to turn away from what he was seeing. A scorching, burning heat forming on his cheeks and traveling down to his belly as he bore witness to Tulion's horned head bobbing up and down, over and over and over again between Caspian's legs.

Aston had dreamt of such things before, but this… this was so very real and so very… arousing. The way Tulion suckled upon Caspian. The way Caspian panted and cursed under his breath during the act. Aston could feel his breath grow short and his often neglected member started to lift its ruddy head once again. His own arousal peeking as he watched the pair without blinking.

This aroused state only got worse too when Tulion lifted Caspian's hairy legs up onto his shoulders so that he could go lower. Caspian grunting out in mild surprise as a thick, wide tongue began lapping at his taint. The searching organ then went even further south until it finally arrived at the hidden pucker between his asscheeks. Thick fingers joining in on the fun as Tulion diligently and carefully prepared his accord-mate.

“Fuck Tuls! Yeah… yeah right there sweetheart." Caspian said, voice strained as he flexed his toes and reached down to play with the single tuff of hair atop Tulion's head. “You never take long getting down there do you?"

For a moment Tulion came up for air. “I like the cute noises ya make when I'm eating ya out." He simply explained, licking his chops before going right back down, tongue now drilling, probing as far as he could as he opened his lover up.

Back over to where Aston was, he pursed his lips in frustration. Hector had mentioned something about "eating out" one time, hadn't he? Was this what it is? If so what was Tulion doing exactly and why was Caspian moaning even louder now? Damn, the angle he watching them from. If Aston were just a little more to the left he could see more than the back of Tulion's head.

However, his disappointment abated slightly when he saw Tulion move his hand. Large blue palm going down between his own thick legs to play with himself as he did whatever it was he was doing without pause. His shoulder moving back and forth as he stroked himself in earnest.

Spurred on by the example Aston reached down and took himself in hand. The small jolt of pleasure he felt as he copied Tulion's motions making him pant, his mind conflicted when he realized that he was now engaging in both voyeurism and self-gratification.

If he were in a more clear-headed state Aston might have felt ashamed. Spying on someone during an intimate moment was bad enough, but to do so, so he could watch two men engage in the act and also masturbate to it!? May the Sun God have mercy on his perverse soul.

But at that very moment, Aston unexpectedly found that he couldn't care less. Couldn't look anywhere else but through that tiny hole as Tulion rose to his clawed feet, hands firmly gripping Caspian's quivering legs as he pushed them up as far as he could.

Caspian now in place the large, thick-bodied Dragkin quickly lined himself up. The very tip of his engorged maleness nudging against the tight pucker he'd been so meticulously preparing for the last several minutes. Primed and ready to enter his lover's willing body.

“You want this Cass?" Tulion said, breathing harshly and excited as he grinned manically down at his cherished lover. "'Cause with the way yer whining, it sure sounds like yer just a-begging ta get bred."

“You damn smartass… Yes, Tuls put it in!" Caspian said. The growl he made when Tulion slid his erection up and down his wet, spit soaked furrow a match for any Dragkin's. "Fuck my ass before someone comes looking for us damn it!"

Tulion tipped his chin, ever the gentleman as he wiggled his wide hips. “Your wish is my command my Strong one!"

When Tulion finally claimed the prize he'd been seeking Aston actually felt lightheaded. The sight of the drake's tail rising upwards, exposing his own reddened rear entrance, as he thrust forward almost too much for him. Though Caspian seemed to be having a far better time. The way the bearded man groaned as he oh, so easily took that hardened pillar of Dragon cock into him being something Aston would not forget anytime soon.

Then with little fanfare or gentleness, the two began to rutting like beasts.

Tulion moving with intense speed and purpose as he drove himself in and out of Caspian fast and hard! Hard huffing and beastly groans coming from both men as they enjoyed themselves, heedless to anything else in the world.

It didn't take long of watching this intense, almost feral, bout of lovemaking for Aston to finally tip over the edge. Hand flying to cover his mouth, he bit down hard into his palm. The sharp pain of his teeth digging into his own flesh the only thing keeping him quiet as he shot out several small spurts of his own essence onto the tiled floor below. The first time he had come by his own hand since he'd been a teenager.

But it was in the immediate aftermath of this spectacular orgasm that Aston horrifically came to his senses. The pleasant, sexual warmth from mere moments ago was replaced by a chilling coldness. Looking down, the sounds of Tulion and Caspian still having sex background noise now, he flinched. Intense shame filling him as he stared down at the milky white puddle he had shamefully made.

'Look at you! Spilling your precious seed while watching two men fuck.' The voice laughed evilly. 'Bet you wish it was you over there that Jadescale was fucking!'

A small part of Aston almost agreed to that. The confirmation almost slipping out before he bit down hard on his tongue to silence that perverse utterance. Another slip. That's all this was. He was trapped and couldn't help but look. There was no way he had been turned on by what he'd seen. It was just… just a fluke?

'Good enough.' Aston told himself backing away from the hole and sitting down.

“Hey, has anyone seen Bakson?" Laurel's muffled voice suddenly came from somewhere nearby

Looking around the small closet he was in Aston was bewildered to see another door at the back, not even a foot away. One he hadn't noticed in his rush to hide himself. 'I'm an idiot.' He groused, quietly tiptoeing his way over to it and out of the room.

Almost as soon as he was out in the hall Aston was greeted by both Laurel and Hector. The two boys staring at him, most likely surprised to find him peeking out from behind some random door.

“Where were you?" Hector asked, looking him over him curiously. “You missed me shoving Lorry into the pool."

Fully stepping out from behind the door Aston tittered nervously. “Nowhere!" He said, voice cracking a high note. “J-Just got lost is all. Yeah! Got lost!"

For a moment Hector stood there, eyes narrowing as if he didn't believe Aston. But then, with a shrug, he laughed. "Well, whatever." He sighed. "I want to hurry to the dressing rooms so we can put on our party clothes! I can't wait to see how you two will look in them. Especially you Lorry."

Letting the door behind him go as he watched Hector reach over and pinch Laurel's cheek, the hefty man quickly batting his hand away, Aston released a long sigh, going over to them. It was good thing that he hadn't been caught by his newfound friends or their caretakers just now. If he had, he'd most likely die of embarrassment. But thankfully no one was the wiser.

'Huh, maybe I should look into becoming an imperial spy or something.' Aston thought smugly.

Little did the farmer know however that when he had allowed the door to finally close it had made a small click. A small, inconsequential sound that would have been barely noticeable to most. But for Tulion Jadescale, his hearing made sensitive after years of looking after people, he heard the sound as clear as day. Hips slowing ever so slightly as he raised his short snout to scent the air.

“S-Something wrong Tuls?" Caspian asked, his own mind not as clear thanks to the rough pounding he was receiving.

Shifting attention back to where it belonged Tulion resumed his previous pace. The sound his scaly hips made as they clapped against Caspian's ass returning to their previous measure as he smiled about the discovery he'd just made.

“Nothing…" Tulion said almost dismissively. “Just found out that someone was watching us is all. Heh, smells like they came while doing it too!"

“Oh…" Caspian said, halfway through a distracted grunt before fully absorbing what Tulion was saying. “Wait… … … WHAT!?"

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