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“Don't you have anything better to do, my friend?"

With a growl, Steelhorn shook his head, rubbing the now-lukewarm helmet against those fuzzy, gray-haired buns, letting the old mage work his way. He pressed against them, minding his helmet's horns so he would not hit the soft skin.

But then, he had his beard and lips pressing against that hairy ass, covered with sweat and whose ring was begging to be played with, toyed, licked clean. Though, it would only be a lick, not further… Not as Steelhorn knew he would have to wait even if his jaw was starting to ache so slightly.

He could also stop, fondle those nuts, pass a finger on them, tease those low-hanging fruits until he could get a rise out of the Mage.

But he did not as he continued rimming… And then spoke.

“Everyone's teasing me about it."

“You are a newcomer. It's natural. Plus, you did great to impress them," chuckled Radogien, his accent reminding Steelhorn of the northern expanses in Faerun, although the mage didn't know about it. Radogien, too, was a man who wandered across the Crystal spheres, though it was both a way to find his way back and to discover new worlds and magics.

Though, Radogien's origins were… Well, different. And as Steelhorn felt the burning heat coming from those buns, he knew he was not behind a man, eating ass, but a shapeshifted Dragon.

It was the same Dragon who worked in one of the upper deck's rooms, almost at the bow, in what could be considered a mad scientist laboratory with vials, enchanted trinkets, multiple desks covered with sundries a small puppeted armor tried to clean up with an oversized duster. So far, the enchanted tinman had managed to fend off the dust and dirtiness of its owner, but it was a lost battle. Even Steelhorn knew it, and he had met with Radogien the day after his arrival on the Forgotten Sea.

At the moment, they were still transitioning through the flow, making it a smooth ride.

“Hmm. At least, I cannot hear them when I'm here," said Steelhorn, happy Radogien's laboratory was isolated: soundproofed and partially psionic-proofed, only the Captain could pass the barrier and even then, he had better things to do.

“And that's why you're coming to eat my ass again. Are you not tired?"

“No," answered Steelhorn though he was lying.

Not that he was tired of eating asses. That was great and all, but his jaw was hurting, he had to take some time out to massage it by slipping a finger inside his helmet.

“You're hindering me in my work," growled Radogien, feigning his frustration. Yet, it was the Dragon who had been sporting a hard-on when Steelhorn invited himself inside. Iit was the Dragon whose cock was hard and dripping on the wooden floor, adding more to the reptilian musk hanging to the air.

“You're at the wrong desk for that," commented Steelhorn, mocking.

That was true; Radogien had many desks, workbenches, each with a different project. An alternative to the Illithid larvae everyone got with their contracts, an amelioration to the Spelljammer helm the Captain used. And a project about a cuckoo-clock. Still, Steelhorn continued to eat that prime posterior, seeing Radogien was on a new workbench, maybe working on something in its infancy.

“Well. No. I am at the right place. I have prepared something new!"

“Hmm?" asked Steelhorn, finally giving in and prodding the tender rim with his hole, to be swatted on the helmet. But he continued prodding.

“Hands off, you horny hound!" scoffed Radogien, laughing. “I'm working on a portal that could work on short distances in the flow!"

Portals could work in the flow, away from the Crystal Spheres. But if you were to add the natural inertia, the movements, plus the instabilities if the ship landed in a deadzone… Well, portals were not the best tool you'd use. Most of the time, you were better teleporting. Or moving your sweet cheeks to another place.

So, a functional portal was… Well, a boon as Steelhorn moved his eyes away to look at the presented devices. Two little portals, almost big enough to put a hand through, but not more.

“Small," he commented, returning to the Dragon's ass that was now saliva-coated, needy, and opening up under the ministration. “You cannot employ it for warfare."

“Steelhorn… Seriously. You know how we will use it in this ship."

Steelhorn's eyebrows dropped, though he returned to the licking, advancing one more inch into that posterior before… Well, he was offered one device.

From close, it looked like a ring with little anchors, pinchers to hold it tightly.

“Place your cock through it."

“Through an untested portal? No thanks, I wanna keep it," said Steelhorn.

“I won't kick you out for bothering me again."

That… Was enough to get the Human grumbling. Hhe grabbed the device, passed it around his half-hard cock and… Slowly, he slipped it until his cock was entirely inside the portal. The sensation was strange, like passing through cold water. And then, as the ring pressed against his hairy groin, the anchors seemed to glue themselves to his skin. No pinching, even if they were there. And… He looked down, watching how his groin was smooth except for the steel plating… And he returned to that posterior, trembling as he felt one finger poke at his cock. Poking him the more he stayed on that ass.

So… For a second, Steelhorn peeled away from that wondrous butt and looked at Radogien. The Dragon grinned, while teasing, stroking, and rubbing the Human's cock.

“Good enough?" asked Steelhorn, bothered, but returning to the orifice.

“Not yet, my friend."

A shiver ran down Steelhorn's spine before he sensed warm, burning hot, lips press around his cocktip and then, the caress of the tongue upon them. He sensed Radogien's tender kiss onto the corona, onto the mast, the peeled foreskin, brushing the veins, going down to the… Well, the fuzzy bushes that had been squeezed through the portal. Everything. Steelhorn felt it all; he sighed and grumbled, delving further into Radogien's ass.

He had one hand gripping the right fuzzy cheek, pulling it away from its twin, and to expose the rosy entrance he was agonizing over with his tongue-tip.

His second hand wasn't alone as he reached between Radogien's legs. It wasn't like he could masturbate… So, his fingers went on the Dragon's jewels to massage and squeeze them. To tease them as they were warm, and their owner surely needy. It wasn't like his precum had started to flow more abundantly or for that cock to spring to life under each touch. Or even for the flesh to throb when Steelhorn touched it, stroked the mast, placed a thumb on the underside and started to draw circles on the skin while he moved it higher, closer to the frenum, to the corona.

For a moment, they were stuck like this as Radogien's mouth remained soft and barely touching, stroking, exploring.

But the Mage's breath quickened and his jaw opened on Steelhorn's cock to take it in while he grabbed the device. He grabbed the device and hastily chased Steelhorn's hand away so he could masturbate while he sucked on that cock. He pressed the device closer while Steelhorn moaned and groaned in the cheeks, breathing hastily against the warm entrance as his body quivered from being teased.

The mouth was velvety, the tongue adept, the throat needy and open… And well, Steelhorn was embracing every moment of it as his forehead pressed against the coccyx, and his tongue outstretched as much as possible. He no longer resisted on tugging on the Dragon's balls, on those cum-churning orbs…. And as Steelhorn, too, was about to cum… Steelhorn felt the scrotum pulled higher and higher. Higher until he sensed the tremor in Radogien's mouth and throat, the clenching on his cocktip that sent him fleeing, rising, moving higher.

Steelhorn's brain flared with pleasure while his tongue was no longer moving with restraints but erratically. And… As his own scrotum tensed and legs cramped, he came. He came into the velvety and warm mouth, into that throat until his body could no longer resist. He came as his breath became a few shallow inspirations while his forehead rested on the wondrous booty. He came… And saw, felt, watched, smelled Radogien do the same as he shot on the ground.

The Mage came so much, it was no guess he was a shapeshifter. It was like a tidal wave, hitting everything that was at ground level; including Steelhorn's knees, feet, and some pieces of furniture. The Human sighed… Gruntd, and smiled. Smiled stupidly with the sweat and saliva caking his beard. And then, he looked at Radogien's back.

Radogien's tongue still moved. Steelhorn felt it playing with his softened organ before pushing against his bushy groin. He was getting cleaned up and all that cum sticking to his organ was slurped down. But after three seconds, it was starting to feel too much. Enough for him to stand up and wobble.

“H-Hey… You can stop, Radogien. i- I learned my lesson. I won't nag you anymore!" growled Steelhorn, one hand reaching for his groin, for the plate as he tried to tug on it. And… No, it didn't budge. “Help me remove the plate."

“[I]I'm stuck, too."

[/I]Right as the word echoed in Steelhorn mind and he managed to stand up, he saw Radogien's face turn tards him. That scruffy moustache, those half-burned gray hair and brows… Those eyes were focused on Steelhorn. But of the mouth? Well, the plate covered it and seemed to keep that mouth locked open.

“… Shit."

[I]“Urgh. I forgot about the locking system! I can't get the plates!"

[/I]“What? What do you mean? That I'm stuck in your mouth for the rest of my days?" asked Steelhorn, frowning as Radogien quickly turned away, searching for something on another desk. But as he did so, his tongue continued to tease and play with Steelhorn's softening cock.

[I]“Not at all. But I must get my tools and wait for the time limit."

[/I]“How-… How long?" asked Steelhorn, his knees almost touching as he was again getting milked by that tender mouth.

[I]“Three hours."

[/I]“Three hours? While you're sucking on my cock like a lollipop? I'll die of dehydration!" shouted Steelhorn before a deep moan escaped his mouth and precum shot from his dick. His mouth contorted in pleasure while he reached for between his legs, but there was only the plate and his nuts pulled up.

“I'll… Die from being sucked."

[I]“Nonsense. But it's a good punishment for nagging me."

[/I]“Punishment. Punishment. I'll give you some… HRMPH!" groaned Steelhorn, the tongue teasing his corona and frenum with such gusto, blood was bound to rush back inside his cock and harden. His body was a trembling mess, enough he had to hold onto the workbench.

[I]“I can do anything with it. Don't tease me, Steelhorn," [/I]said Radogien mentally, though black smoke escaped his nostrils. With his firebreath, he could as well cook Steelhorn's sausage like a little sidepiece.

“Urgh… You're terrible."

Steelhorn growled, quivering as he was feeling another orgasm rising in his groin. Not as pleasing, not as intense. But there as his cock hardened and again pushed against Radogien's throat, sending him raging and growling.

[I]“Keep quiet, I must concentrate," [/I]said Radogien. Seemingly, he had grabbed his tools and he was playing with the plate inside his mouth, poking at the enchanted metal.

Steelhorn? Well, he couldn't resist much as he closed his eyes and tried to keep it together. But no, not when that tongue was coiling around his shaft again and tugging at it even after he had shot his load.

“Hrphhhh! S-Stop this! Stop… your tongue!"

[I]“I can't. And I must concentrate! Leave the room or I'll kick you out,"[/I] scoffed the Dragon, still playfully teasing Steelhorn. Then, the Human was pushed… And slowly forced to the door, gaunt and pale while his cock was getting sucked dry.

If it was possible to get his soul sucked through one's cock, Steelhorn was feeling it. He clearly showed it as he held onto the plate while he advanced through the upper deck, his footsteps unstable.

[I]“Hey, Steel. What's the-Oh. You traded your cock with the demons?" [/I]asked Grush, a half-orc who didn't hesitate to reach and knock against Steelhorn's groin, on the steel.

“It's...Urgh. A portal device. Tell… Rust I can't do shit for the… Next three hours."

[I]“One of Radogien's toys?" [/I]scoffed the Half-Orc, amused by the situation. [I]“I'll warn Rust. But if I were you, I'd see B. You look sick."

[/I]Well, there was no way he would look fresh and dandy when Radogien was playing with him from afar. He grumbled.

“If… I keep my cock after three hours, I'll… Be better. Urgh, my balls!" grunted Steelhorn loudly, attracting more eyes from the crew as they were casually enjoying their work at the moment… Meaning, feeding the captain by being their perverts selves: either by fucking, fingering, teasing, masturbating, and much more. Steelhorn was not willing to join in as he ambled forward, using any support as help.

Though, Radogien had decided to tune down the tongue play, his mouth was still there and wondrous. Just a little movement as the Mage thought of something and it'd send Steelhorn down a spiral of pleasure as his cock would harden, rub, press against the tongue, and enjoin Radogien to “milk" him.

A hellish circle Steelhorn wanted to get out of as he knotted at the door to B's office, expecting him to be with a client. And well, the Bugbear was… In a way. B lounged with his spread legs, not hiding his touching down scrotum or the two gargantuan testicles inside; each orb was easily the size of a dwarf. Moreover, from the clothes lying around, two dwarves must have taken a break from working on the engines. They seemed comfy in the Bugbear's nuts. A situation Steelhorn watched with a mix of bewilderment and… Frustration. He was getting used to the crew's typical madness.

“Steelhorn! My favorite human!"

“The sole human on the ship, for the moment," growled the Human, closing the door behind him and leaning against it.

“This is true, too. But you are ruining the fun. What is happening? Don't tell me, a STD? Or something-.. What's that plate?"

“Radogien's last… Idea. A portal."

“Ohh… I could use-"

Before B could continue that line of thoughts, Steelhorn showed how stuck the plate was by pulling on it… With no avail. His cock was still locked and his balls drained dry.

He even did not stop his knees and legs from locking as he was feeling another orgasm coming. His teeth clenched, his whole body did, and… A groan.

“I- can… You help?" moaned Steelhorn, hitting his helmet against the wooden door.

His body… His entire self would crumble if it continued. Sweat already dripped from his hairy body from the exhaustion, the effort, the control. Until he heard B grunt and stretch.

“Yeah. Sure. Right cabinet, upper shelf, green-blue… Cyan flask," said the Bugbear, pointing at the row of cupboards that were definitely out of his reach. And so, Steelhorn approached, using any furniture as support before he reached the cabinet, opened it, and retrieved the vial as mentioned. But he showed it to B, just in case: “Yup, that one. Take a chug, and it'll be over."

Steelhorn did, he popped the cork, inhaled the strong minty aroma from the bottle and chugged it down only to sigh in relief. It was a liquid; as parched as he was, it felt good to have something down his throat before he closed the bottle.

He felt the liquid descend, bringing some freshness. After what felt a few agonizing seconds, his pained groin seemed… Soothed.

No more feeling of dryness, no more pain from his oversensitive cock being played with, no more pressure from his prostate. It felt numb, but pleasant.

“Thanks gods, it's… Oh yeah. That's good," Steelhorn groaned, putting his elbows on a nearby case, reclining and almost unwilling to move. His legs were cramped, but he endured the pain while he tried to smile, reaching for his helmet.

“You saved my life B. I was certain I'd have my soul sucked dry," grunted Steelhorn, watching the Bugbear enjoying his posture, relaxed. Whoever was moving and sometimes rolling in B's nuts, they brought the goblinoid quite the pleasure as he was fingering his soft cock, smiling wholeheartedly.

“That's fine. What's being part of a crew if I can't help? But you should tell Radogien to stop playing with your cock if he doesn't want a mess."

“Why's that? He got the other portal stuck to his mouth."

“Oh."

B's expression was peculiar, as well as his eyes looking away for a second, toward the door.

“What, Oh?"

“Shit."

“What shit? What's the thing B?"

“I… Should have guessed Radogien was stuck, too."

“What? Why's that?"

To answer this, B pointed to Steelhorn's groin. And he looked down… To notice quite a surprise. The portal was still there, evidently. But his groin seemed more active than before. His balls were not only bigger, taking twice their former volume, but the muscles holding his nuts were regularly lifting them, like a pump.

Up, down, up, down. And Steelhorn wasn't feeling anything.

“The-"

“This is a concoction I prepared, the “milker's punishment". Never had the occasion to play with… It… Removes all sensations, the refractory period, increases the preseminal fluids' production, the seminal fluids production, and… … I lost you."

Steelhorn nodded, though he grimaced. Increased. In that situation didn't mean a good thing.

“You cum… A lot more. And more often, without a break."

“Without a break?"

“Well, I am unsure. He's really stuck?"

“Stuck stuck."

Well, then, B's expression was of… Fear. He reached for his face, for a moment. And looked down.

“You should warn him."

“Warn him what?"

“The potion. It stays active for hours."

“How long?! Don't you have something to cancel it?"

“Unless you want your balls to inflate like bags… No."

Steelhorn's eyes widened as he looked at B. Then at the door.

“Shit… Fuck! Thanks for the help, B! Really!"

“I COULDN'T KNOW!"

Yet, Steelhorn was already out of the door, rushing and stomping. One of the crew even saluted him.

[I]“Hey Steelhorn! Wanna fuck?"[/I]

“OUT OF MY WAY! IT'S URGENT!"

It was only when he was at the Mage's door that Steelhorn saw the puddle coming from underneath. It was warm, sticky, smelled just like his cum. He growled, reaching for the door to open it.

[I]“Stop… Cumming." [/I]was the faint cry from Radogien as he was still suck with the portal, his face no longer human… He had shapeshifted back: the Mage now looked like a gray-blue Dragon, way too big for the room. Yet, cum poured from Radogien's nostrils. He looked so stuffed, he could have been compared to a balloon.

“I'll… Need help."

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[I]“Well then… What did we learn?"[/I]

“Never put your dick in an untested portal ring?"

[I]“Never leave someone with his dick in a portal out of your sight?"

[/I]Radogien's answer was less pleasant as he was still using his tools and pliers to take the portal out, careful with his claws. Cum was sticking to his nostrils, but he looked much better despite the gallons of semen pouring down his throat and stuffing him. His belly, too, looked better thanks to B; nothing could beat just the right amounts of drugs to help. A hefty dose of cum consumption and assimilation potion, Radogien was not drowning in cum, but he still looked like an overly-stuffed Dragon; much for the crew slight amusement and worries.

It had been a little back and forth to force the product inside Radogien, mainly through the rear-end. But Radogien could now work while the Captain stood by them, keeping watch…

Steelhorn? He was sitting on a desk, trying to ignore his muscles still pumping and sending forth more cum through the portal.

[I]“Good. How long will it take you to remove the portal?"

“A… Few more minutes. Urgh. If it fails, I'll need another dose from B."

“Noted."

[/I]“Sorry… Again," grumbled Steelhorn, tapping his helmet.

There was a huffed growl from Radogien, but he was back to working and slowly, the portal was moving, no longer stuck to his scales. Even if that small movement amounted to nothing when the portal was still stuck to Radogien's enormous mouth.

Yet... through pushing, nudging, and adjusting: Radogien's mouth was finally freed. In one instant, the portal slipped free from the mouth and so appeared Steelhorn's junk, still spraying another shot right on the Dragon's muzzle before it stopped. But remained hard, rigid, red, and pointing up. Still, it was better as Steelhorn sighed and looked down. His balls no longer pumped and lifted, allowing him to take a breather and recline further, satisfied with himself.

Then, as he was looking to undo the portal around his cock… He noticed how it was not budging, free or anything. He pulled on it, and groaned.

“Hey… Radogien, can you help me with… This?"

For a moment, the old Dragon looked a bit wounded. No… Radogien burped, with the smell of cum following. Then, he smiled like a devil as he shapeshifted back to his human form. He returned to his disheveled self, with his half-burnt hair and face. And he approached, holding onto the portal and the tools.

“Sure… Just hold this for me."

“Of course," answered Steelhorn, outstretching his hand and receiving Radogien's tools.

The Dragon went back to “observing". He nudged the plate, poked at it. The Captain himself seemed curious of the situation before he frowned.

[I]“Radogien?"

[/I]“What… Rado-HRMPH!"

As Steelhorn asked, too, he felt it: the warm tip presenting at his back entrance. A tip uncut with a bulbous shape. One he was familiar enough to know it. And for his eyes to widen. But then, there was the flow of cum as his balls lifted again. He felt the hot semen spray his asshole and then his insides. It was… Like a canon.

He tried to shake his hips, to escape the Dragon's grip. But it was too late as he felt his entire cock slip inside him… A sensation that was odd, peculiar… As much as the cum flowing inside him and already stretching his guts.

“And locked!" chuckled Radogien, smacking Steelhorn's belly before he glanced at the Captain. “Don't worry, the devices will drop by themselves in one hour… or two. Maybe we can get him on B's brew?"

[I]“Sometimes…"

[/I]Before the Captain could utter anything else, a deep moan escaped from Steelhorn. The Human held onto his belly that was already getting bigger. One hour or two? He wouldn't endure that.

“I'll fetch B, Captain! I want to see how long those portals can stay."

[I]“Radogien..."[/I]