Cultural Confusion
FA: Taiko is a lovely guy, and he and I have exchanged settings and characters a lot. This is a what-if, should one of his characters come to visit the home kingdom of my Prince Saunak character. Of course, this poor lizard doesn't know that he's been put up in a house with one of the major cultural differences between our world and Saunak's. Hospitality Harems.
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Cultural Confusion For Taiko By Draconicon
Being a guest in a foreign city was certainly...stimulating, Sam was finding. Not just for the nose and eyes - though those were getting plenty of treats - but also for his mind...and his body, if he didn't pay attention.
The green anole blushed as he walked down the hallways of the small manor - Small manor, how did that even happen? - that he and his husband had been given for the month. It was so spacious and open, with hallways big enough for more than three elephants to walk across shoulder to shoulder. The walls were a porous sort of stone, helping with the impossible heat that seemed to permeate the entire city of Aparajita, and it kept a small breeze moving through the house, as well. Something that he was very thankful for, considering one of the bigger surprises as far as customs went.
Sam adjusted his robe, wishing that he'd bothered to bring one of his own after seeing how...short it was. He was almost afraid to take more than the most mincing steps, considering that the bottom of the robe barely covered his rump, and he had to hold the front of it together to keep from showing off...other things.
Why wasn't he wearing regular clothes? Well...
You can't relax around the household wearing something like that, sir. This will be much better, particularly for your bath...
So had said the house administrator, a rather...underdressed tiger that had met him and Darl at the front room of the house. Two seconds later, neither he or Darl had been wearing anything, and he had been given the robe in exchange. Darl, on the other hand, had insisted on getting his clothes back and heading out into the city, promising the anole a treat when he got back.
He paused in his walk through the hallways, looking towards one of three open courtyards the manor had. This was the middle-sized one, and it at least looked like a bath...if one open to the heavens, and decorated with various sculptures that HAD to be exaggerated...maybe for, for handhold purposes...
His green face turned bright red as he turned away, rubbing his cheeks.
"Gaaaah, calm down. It's alright. It's just statues. It's just a bath."
"Ah, there you are, young master."
Oh no...
The soft, almost slithering voice suited the speaker as he turned around. A green and gold scaled naga stood before him, wearing absolutely nothing but a see-through loincloth. A half-formed hood - he must have been some sort of hybrid - extended out from his neck in a small, unthreatening way as he bowed at the 'waist.'
"Pardon for my lack of attention, my lord. I am Amit, one of your harem members."
Harem. Yes. He had heard right earlier, even though he hadn't thought he had. Sam blushed, trying to come up with something to say, but the naga was already waving down a side hallway.
"Sharma, please, our current master is here."
"No, no, please, I'm not -"
"Oh? Ah, here he is."
The new voice was booming, echoing through the corridors, and when its source stepped into view, Sam could see why. It belonged to a rather large orca, one with broad shoulders and arms that were thicker than his legs were. The anole meeped quietly as he stared up at the orca's face, his eyes inevitably drawn lower, and lower...
Oh, why? Why, why, why, why, why?
He whimpered as he saw that the orca wasn't even bothering with a loincloth, instead working with a golden cockring that could barely be seen at the base of his shaft. It kept him half-hard, and...well, to put it mildly, he was already longer than most dinner plates were wide.
Amit leaned forward, his slight hood casting just enough shadow for Sam to know the heat was all in his cheeks.
"Allow us to escort you to the bath, young master. You seem quite tense. We will...relax that."
"Uh, no, no, you don't have to...I mean...I'm fine with...I'm married!"
The naga and orca chuckled.
"As are we. It is a pleasure to help others."
He was lifted off of his feet as he continued to stutter and stammer, trying to find some magic word that would make them let go of him and stop tempting him. Those dancing cocks, those muscled bodies, those...those...
He was still blushing and stammering as they carried him into the water, and when Amit laid him down in his coils, his waist covered and his robe rapidly removed, Sam still couldn't stop. Gibberish beyond anything he'd ever said fell from his lips, and it was - rightfully - ignored by both of the harem members.
Soft, smooth hands pressed against his shoulders as Amit started massaging him, while his feet were lifted out of the water by the dedicated Sharma. The orca smiled at him, taking a wet, thick finger and gently rubbing it between his scaly toes.
"Don't worry. We are very good at what we do."
"Indeed. Sharma is very talented with his hands, and other things."
"And I have yet to find someone who has the dexterity of my love's tail."
Sam slowly nodded, his gibberish coming to a halt as the naga's scaly hands worked over his back. It was...surprisingly nice, considering how slender and strange they were compared to Darl's hands. He was so used to the soft tickle of fur and the slight roughness of the pads on his husband's hands that he had almost forgotten that it could feel different. Naga fingers were soft, smooth, and very very focused. They seemed to find the knots he had and worked them out surprisingly easily.
The orca, on the other hand...
Sam blushed as he watched Sharma work over his soles, gently massaging them and using his fingers to wash them down, carrying water over them and gently scrubbing away the dirt. It was like being in a spa...a very naked spa, where the massaging employees enjoyed their job as much as he liked what he was getting.
His cheeks burned as he felt a pair of shafts rising up beneath him, rubbing at his rump even as the orca's member started pushing up, fattening inside of the ring as he kept up with the cleaning. Sam looked back and forth again, shaking his head.
"I...aren't you...married?"
"Of course," Amit said. "But that doesn't mean that we cannot find attraction to other beings."
"Indeed, and there are certain things that our guests and masters have that my beloved does not."
"Yes, like the things you are touching now, my dearest."
"I cannot deny that they are a fine pair."
How...does...this...even...work?!
The anole wriggled, but Amit had that covered. He'd barely shifted positions before the naga coiled around him further, tightening his grip all over the place. Sam gasped for breath, finding that he could still breathe easily, but his arms and legs were utterly trapped.
"Please, let us work for you. You are the master of the house, after all."
"But...but I'm not a master!"
"No?"
"Amit, perhaps..."
The orca made a gesture, and the naga's coils loosened. Almost dropped into the water, Sam caught himself on one of the statues...and immediately let go as he realized he was holding onto a remarkably carved horse cock. Shaking his hands back and forth, he looked the two harem members in the eye.
"I'm not...I'm not a...what you might call...a top."
"...Ooooooooh."
"Ahhh, I see."
"Yeah, so...so, I don't know how...I'm so...."
"Ssssh."
Amit gently slithered around him, coiling up him rather than just pulling him down, while Sharma leaned in, half-smothering and half-embracing him against the naga's scaly body. Sam looked up at them, more confused than ever. The orca patted his cheek.
"We are sorry. We were giving you what we thought someone would normally want. Servitude, gentle care, perhaps a little admiration of their body."
"But we can see that is not what you would desire."
"Perhaps, instead, you might like it if we were...a bit more assertive."
"My love and I have had practice in this...there are those that wish something more...interesting."
"But only with your permission; we do not want to make the same mistake again."
Sam started to open his mouth, intending to say that he didn't want to do anything else, that he just wanted a bath. He was married now, and....and...
And these two were being so nice...And making it comfortable for him...and they were such good people at the same time...
Maybe...He and Darl had talked about it, ever since the bakery turned into something of a sex-pit when they weren't paying attention. Things that 'just happened' were forgiven. There was nothing to worry about...
Just...let it happen?
"Just...help me have a good time?"
"Of course."'
"We know how to do that."
Strong black and white hands gently lifted his legs from the bath, and soft, calming eyes met his, the colors beginning to swirl as he felt something big, thick, and slick pressing up between his legs. It hovered between his rump and his sex in the front, pressing at the soft lips hidden beneath his scales.
"May I?" Sharma asked.
"I..."
Sam bit his lip, his cheeks a blazing inferno.
"Do what you like..."
"Oh, my sweet little master...we will."
The first thrust made his toes curl. So did the second, and the third, as the naga's swirling eyes guided him further and further away from thought, and deeper into the bliss of his...vacation.
The End