Hidden Desires: The Promise(Illustrated story!)
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Disclaimer: The following comic contains erotic/sex scenes that could be considered non-consensual between two fictional characters in a fictional situation, so it can hurt the susceptibility of some people. The content creators do not condone these acts in any way in real life (or any other form of abuse). It is recommended to read/see it judiciously.
Hidden Desires part final part: The Promise
A raspy cough jolted Istaryl back to his senses. He jerked his head towards the door, where Undrethyl awaited in tow with...
Karyl?!
Blood froze within Istaryl's veins. With lightning-fast reactions, he disentangled himself from the pile of limbs and tail of the sleepy drake, tripping on his tail while clambering out of the bed, lurching to a stop right in front of his mate, whose tail swished nonchalantly.
"I--I uh...took him back to his room," Istaryl stuttered, pointing towards the blue-green drake who curled into a ball in Istaryl's absence. "Undrethyl's request."
"Wrong room," the innkeeper said, folding his arms across his chest, his poise stoic, his gaze chilling.
"No, it's the right room. First on the left."
"On the right."
The corners of Undrethyl's snout began to twitch, until he could no longer contain his mirth. Both him and Karyl exploded into merry laughter, the innkeeper wobbling over to Karyl, who stood on his haunches. He leaned against him, his hand ruffling his sumptuous mane, even fondling one of his ears.
Istaryl remained rooted in place, scratching behind an ear idly, utterly flustered.
Karyl shook his head, snorting his irritation at being tickled in such mischievous way.
"You played this part perfectly," Undrethyl said between the occasional chuckle. "Though you had help. Karyl suggested to leave a door opened. Didn't matter which. Said you would practically stumble into the room in your rush to...to..." he trailed off, leaning over to whisper something in Karyl's ear, giving him one final pat on the shoulder before he turned around to leave.
"You have taken quite a liking to your mate's brother, I see," Undrethyl noted, eying Istaryl's seed drenched slit.
"And Garyl to him," Karyl intervened, growling his appreciation to the innkeep as Undrethyl disappeared into the stairway. "Not even mother could get him to purr like that."
Istaryl's world crumbled around him. His knees buckled, as if the floor suddenly liquefied around him. Too much happened too fast: Undrethyl's request, the sleepyhead's lustful displays, his--
Istaryl looked up at Karyl, his eyes slowly narrowing.
"You're--he's your--"
"Brother," Karyl said, approaching Istaryl to lessen the shock of the discovery with a gentle trill and a few licks on his snout. "He's even shier than you are, and our dearest Undrethyl offered to pitch in and offer his expertise. The rest, as they say, is history."
It suddenly clicked together, a transparent scheme that Istaryl should have seen right through.
But he didn't. He got too busy fondling Garyl's rump. He employed one too many excuses to reach this one outcome. For better or worse, he had allowed himself to get this far, just for the sake of indulging this one particular curiosity, of mating with a stranger who gave off too strong signals.
Istaryl swallowed hard, pushing back the lump that formed in his throat to say, "Your brother. Did he know we're mates?"
Karyl shifted onto his fours, inching closer to Garyl. He sniffed at the product of love smeared all over Garyl's slit, the warm gusts of air making the drake shudder, spread his legs, and crack an eye open.
"Close your eyes. You ought to pretend you're asleep, you oaf."
Garyl groaned in response, weaving his tail around Karyl's neck, pulling him towards his slit, just like he had pulled Istaryl into his slit earlier.
An icy shudder shook the red drake's frame as he watched his mate's tongue glide along his lover's slit, scooping up seed and arousal alike. Both Karyl and Garyl favored Istaryl fleeting glances, trying to coax a reaction out of him, enjoying their twisted game, undoubtedly.
"So, were you really asleep, or was that part of Undrethyl's game as well?" Istaryl began fretting, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his ears twitching in irritation.
Garyl closed his eyes, grinning in satisfaction, tongue lolling to the side of his maw when Karyl's dexterous tongue slipped through his folds, the muscular appendage parting his crevice in such erotic way that Istaryl had to look away in order to hide his smirk.
"That is for you to decide," Karyl said. He drew back to lick his muzzle clean before climbing into bed with his brother, wrapping a paw around his chest and pulling him close to him. "What do you like more? The truth, or the fantasy?"
What sort of twisted question was this?
A damn good one, Istaryl thought, the awkward silence only broken by Garyl's purr and Karyl's mellow growl.
"He's a very indecisive sort," Garyl said, as if Istaryl wasn't right there, sharing the room with them!
"Not more than you are." Karyl bit his brother's ear, drawing a yelp from him, using that window to fixate Istaryl with his warm, reassuring gaze.
"Last I recall, we're still mates, so come share the bed with us." He flicked his tail suggestively, then pointed its tip towards Garyl. "Us privileged few can call him Garyl, but you'll hear the rest address him as Algaryl. Formalities, nothing more. He is also--"
"A chief ambassador for several tribes, Stillpine included, which is why my presence here has gone unnoticed," Garyl interrupted, poking his tail tip at Karyl's slit, who kept swatting him out of the way with his own tail.
"He is also three summers younger than me, so you picked the wrong brother as your mate."
Istaryl had enough. He had to say it, to vent out his frustrations. "Why settle on one when I can have both?"
Karyl and Garyl shared a look, hissing in amusement to one another. Then, without sharing another word, they both shifted to make room in the bed for Istaryl, looking at him expectantly.
Istaryl released a nervous sigh, lifting a tentative foot, keeping it above the ground for an excruciatingly long second. What had he gotten himself into?!
***THE END***
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