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Sardan sighed heavily as he massaged his pounding shoulder and stepped through the doorway. Proper civilization again, at last. He had been looking forward to this for months. A warm bed. A proper meal. Some good, long sleep. But in this particular building he had been looking forward to the most.

"How can I help you today milord?" a feminine voice asked him as the bulky wolf stepped out of the humid evening air into the pleasantly cool building. The voice belonged to a shapely female fox, talking to him from behind the counter at the entrance. Sardan couldn't help himself but stare.

Madame Matulsas' was an establishment for particular tastes. It did have luxurious sleeping rooms, a well supplied kitchen, an expansive library and more, but the main reason anyone came here, was sex. Madame Matulsas' was a very, very high-class brothel, if not the highest-class one in the entire world. Its namesake, Matulsa the vixen, did well with advertising that.

The thin, purple strap of cloth she wore over her chest provided only the barest minimum of modesty. It covered her nipples, but that was already it, the rest of her voluminous breast were bare for the world to see and admire. Her lower regions were similarly just covered, a thin purple string looping from her wide hips between her legs, promising much but hiding everything.

Sardan cleared his throat as he caught himself staring, even though he knew that was the entire point of the vixens attire. "Ekhem, I require a room for the night and someone to squeeze this ache out of my shoulder." He rolled said armor-clad part of his body for emphasis. "And a proper, filling meal afterwards."

"Of course milord" she answered with that melodic voice of hers. Another reason the wolf was so fond of this establishment. Normally, only lords and ladies, rich merchants and other pompous fops could afford a night here. And yet here he was, a dirty, grimy mercenary among all the powdered peacocks. He felt their eyes sticking daggers into his back, but he didn't care. Escorting caravans through the Grey Ash was exceptionally dangerous and exceptionally well paid.

And the employees of Madame Matulsas' made no difference between him and the highborn, treating both of them with the same degree of respect, even if it was bought with coin.

"I shall also require a proper bath" he continued "and...a companion for the night." In the Grey Ash, one always had to sleep with one eye open and spend every minute awake at attention. Dust Fiends could easily sneak up under the cover of the constant sandstorms, and if they weren't quickly convinced to search for easier prey, they wouldn't relent until they had gorged themselves on flesh.

Each trip through the Ash could take several months, with nothing to eat but the provisions one brought and uneasy nights full of paranoia. Spending a night, even if was only one night in a soft bed, in the embrace of someone else was all Sardan wanted for now.

"Any preferences for your meal?" the vixen asked.

"The less it has in common with muck in taste and texture the better." Food was nearly impossible to find in the Ash. One had to measure carefully how much supply one wanted to bring along with their caravans and how much they wanted to devote to its transportation. As a result, the rations usually were easily preservable, nutritious, bland, slimy soup.

"And for your companion? Male? Female? Species?" A good question. A canine would have been the obvious choice, but canines could be had in any common whorehouse. Sure, Matulsas' offered much higher quality, but still...

"Why don't you surprise me with something unusual, as long as it's a female?" The vixen smiled at that, and turned around scribbling something down on a ledger, walking off with her hips swaying enticingly.

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Sardan sighed contently as he stretched his arms over his head. Now clad in simple woolen trousers and shirt, and after the hot bath, he finally felt like a civilized creature again. His shoulder too had been taken care of, a stallion that looked like he snapped tree-trunks in two as a pass-time had massaged his shoulder until any discomfort it caused was gone. The wolf wondered whether that stallion also took to pleasing the guests of this establishments in an entirely different way. His rather...scarce clothing certainly strengthened that suspicion, and Sardan wondered how it would have been to spend a night with him.

But that was an idle musing now. Adjacent to the bathing room was the bedroom, and despite admonishing himself to patience, he eagerly pushed the door open. The interior of the bedroom was illuminated by golden candelabras and richly decorated with burgundy silk and thick carpets. A large, sprawling bed with deep purple linen was situated at the far end of the room. But what was far more interesting to the wolf was who was lying on that bed.

Curled around itself, stacked up like a tower, there was a pale-green snake lying on it. Not a particularly large individual, with its head being about the size of his palm, but nevertheless a captivating sight. Its head was adorned with a small, pink bow tie, and wrapped around its body pieces of fabric of the same color. What would be the correct description for those? Gloves? Skirts? Socks? Snake anatomy made that rather confusing. Nevertheless, Sardan was intrigued.

"Now this, this is a good surprise" he said, reciprocating the look the serpent gave him with its black, beady eyes. A small card on a nightstand beside the bed read "Nassira, Serpent, Female". The wolf looked her over again. Curled up as she was, it was impossible to tell how large-how long?- she was, but the way she was clad in this cutesy attire...and then those gleaming scales...

"You're one stunning individual" he mumbled under his breath, but she still heard him, evidenced by the way her jaws opened in the serpentine equivalent of a smile, and the happy hiss she gave. She slithered to one side of the bed, as if to invite the wolf into it. With her muzzle, she gestured at the purple cloth. "Can you not speak?" he asked.

She hissed quietly and shook her head. Sardan knew such creatures existed, of course. Resembling their feral ancestors closely in form, down to the rather limited capabilities of their vocal chords, yet with the intellect of an anthro. Quite exotic indeed. This was going to be interesting.

Sardan shuffled onto the bed, resting his head on a soft, wide pillow, and spread his legs just so slightly, inviting his partner in. "Go ahead, it's all yours." Nassira cocked her head, as if she was confused. "I'll let you take the lead. Do what you can do best." he reassured her. She hissed again, and a smile grew on her face that could only be described as devious. She slid over to his lower body, circling his crotch like a hawk their prey.

The end of her tail slid over the knots fastening his trousers to his thigh and the flap at his crotch together. He was impressed by how skillfully she used her slim tip to undo the twisted fabric, untying knot after knot and easing her access to his...goods.

Once all knots had been loosened, the snake retreated for a moment. Sardan could have revealed his genitalia with a flick of his wrists, but he wanted to wait and see what Nassira would do. She looked at him for a moment, as if to ask his permission, then slid her head under the covers of his trousers and flipped them back with a twist of her head. She appreciatively tasted the air with her tongue as the wolf's crotch were laid bare before her.

For a canine, it was nothing out of the ordinary. A heavy, meaty sheath, and below hung two round, full balls in their furry sack. The sheath was already plumped up with a speck of red peeking from the opening of the loose tube. Nassira wasted no time slithering over his belly and swirling her tongue over his emerging cock. Sardan grit his teeth and groaned loudly. To long had it been since he had felt another beings touch down there.

The snake was certainly skilled with her mouth. Her saliva covering his crotch was quickly joined by beads of his own pre-cum, only to be greedily lapped up by the serpent. She stayed never still, lapping from his sheath to his balls, suckling on each of the hefty orbs, eager for their rich, musky payload. But equally enticing was the red piece of flesh sliding from the wolf's sheath, growing larger and larger, bobbing hypnotically.

She slid her lower body down one of the legs of his pants, curling around it, her coverings brushing through his fur while her head migrated from his balls to his shaft. He had to admit, this was a new experience. Sure, he had received blowjobs before, but always from a partner sitting between his legs, pressing down on his thighs. But here? Merely scales brushing against his leg and balls, no warm head pressing down on his crotch, but a small, serpentine skull nuzzling against his cock. It almost like all there was between his legs was a toy, a hole to hump into as he pleased. It was odd.

But not unpleasant in the least.

Nassira had curled around on his stomach, facing away from him and devoting all her attention to his male pride. She nibbled at his tip for a moment before opening her mouth and letting it slide over his cock. The wolf wasn't vain. He knew he was far from the largest of his kind, but at least his nine inches were above average, at least, so he'd heard. Although that meant that his partners had more than a fair bit to handle, the large, wolfish physique stretching to all parts of their body. And the snake was not that large either, so she had quite a of wolfmeat to handle.

Although it appeared that she had no issue practically _gulping_down his cock. It made sense, in a way, snake's were meant to be able to swallow comparatively large prey after all. Sardan saw no reason to complain as she used that particular trait of her body to slide down on his member with ease, until her serpentine snout bumped against the ring of his sheath.

His knot might not have been inflated yet, but he was still panting as if he had just escaped the clutches of a Dust Fiend. "Good girl..." he murmured, gently patting Nassiras head. As she bobbed and twisted her head along his length, could just make out a little bulge in the green scales of her...throat? Chest? Where was the difference for snakes? Before he could ponder to long on this certainly world-moving question however, he was distracted by a rather vicious throb inside his sheath.

His knot was threatening to spill, and the serpent was all too eager for it. While she suckled on his meat, she worked the tip of her muzzle_into_his sheath, intent on pulling his bulb right out apparently. And her efforts should not be for naught.

Sardan gasped as his cock popped fully out of his sheath, the knot stretching her jaws wide, but not at all deterring the snake. He whined like a pup as her lips closed behind his knot. His peak was fast approaching. He gently gripped her neck, not clamping down to force himself deeper, but only to relish the exotic sensation of feeling his member through her scaled hide.

"C-careful..." he warned her, breathing heavily. "T-there m-might be a lot..." That only seemed to spur her on. She aggressively tugged at his knot and while constricting her entire throat around his cock. The wolf groaned and grit his teeth as he felt his seed rising. His knees curled, letting his trousers pool around his ankles as he lifted his hips, preparing for the imminent explosion. His face was scrunched up into a grimace, fangs gleaming in the candlelight. His sack gave a violent twitch.

Despite him warning Nassira, she was taken off-guard by his first shot, choking her and causing her to sputter. A spurt of white exploded from her mouth, seeping into the fur of the canines sheath and balls. She did no allow herself to make such a mistake with the second shot however. The next wave of thick canine cum went wholly down her gullet, not a drop being spilt.

It took all of Sardan's willpower to not howl in ecstasy as he so forcefully ejaculated. In fact, apart from a drawn out, quiet whimper he hadn't made any sound since he started cumming, but then he opened the eyes had squeezed shut so tight. What he saw made his breath hitch.

Something bulged out Nassiras jaws, something that wasn't his knot. It traveled down her mouth, along her neck before slowly disappearing as it traveled along her form. His balls pulsed, sending another rich spurt into the serpent's mouth. Another bulge traveled through her neck. Another bulge made by a fat, virile wad of his sperm, thick, musky and hard to swallow, even for her.

He bucked his hips and gave a desperate howl, which quickly turned into breathless panting. His body seized up, and he could do nothing but pump, pump, pump his cream out with redoubled vigor. The snake's muzzle was quite literally flooded with goopy, milky wolf spunk, but she did not slip up again and allow another drop escape her greedy maw. Gratefully she took every single spurt he had to offer.

Sardan tapered off with a pitiful whine. The female kept swallowing his essence until she was sure she had gotten everything while he blinked at her through teary eyes. She pulled off of his cock with her muzzle full and cocked her head innocently at him. Then she tilted it back, letting the final spurt of his release slowly slide down the tube of her body, presenting its descent to him, showing him how hard she worked to swallow his delicious, hefty donation. Then, she proudly opened her empty mouth, showing him how she had gulped down every drop of his seed, safe for the few strings of white clinging to the corners of her jaws.

The wolf involuntarily barked at that, his balls lurching and flinging forth a final lance of seed, with such force that it plastered his chest and hit him square in the cheek. While his chest was heaving up and down, the canine trying catch his breath, Nassira slithered up his body, dutifully lapping every strand of cum clinging to his fur. When she reached his head, she licked his cheek even once she had caught every bit of white, while Sardan's breath slowly steadied.

"That-" he panted "was incredible!" She hissed appreciatively. "But-" he continued "I can't let a girl go unsatisfied, now can I?" He rubbed over her smooth hide, lower and lower, searching for something. Was it hidden under one of those pink skirt-things? It would make sense if it was. The canine sat up and let the serpent roll off his chest and onto her back to allows his roaming hands better access. The scales of her underside bore a slightly lighter shade of green, only interrupted by the pink of her clothing. Then the wolf found what he was looking for.

There was a wet patch on one of the lower socks, and Nassira hissed quietly when the wolf rubbed a digit over it. There was much less resistance from the other side, her squelchy flesh easily giving in under his probing digits. Sardan quickly undid the clasp holding the piece of fabric together around her body, and tossed the soggy cloth carelessly to the side.

The females slit was sticking out like a sore thumb. Normally, it might have been hidden between her scales, barely more than a slight indenture on her body, but right now it was all puffed up and covered in a glossy sheen. She moaned loudly as the wolf buried two fingers inside her squelchy cunt, and even though it was hard to read her serpentine features, the wolf could tell what it was genuine pleasure. He might be paying her to do this, but that didn't mean they couldn't both enjoy it.

For a moment, he was worried he might be hurting her. She felt rather tight, and he only had his fingers inside her, but his worries were quickly wiped away when she started frantically humping against his hand. Sardan slid his fingers deeper into her, down to his knuckles as he pumped them in and out, grinding against her slick, fleshy insides. The snake's entire body twitched, and he steadied his grip on her as she thrashed and writhed on the bed.

A gush of sweet, slimy juices bubbled from the depths of her cunny and spilled over the canines paw and her own scales. With a wet noise he pulled his hand out to watch the hissing snake pump spurt after spurt of warm femcum out of her tunnel. He knew it was cruel to let her waste her orgasmic clenches on nothing but air, but the way she was spurting and writhing on the covers even without his hand in the matter was just too erotic.

She was almost breathing as heavily as he had been when she came down from her peak. The area around pussy was positively soaked in wetness, the bed sheets stained in one of the most arousing ways possible. Sardan himself was doing is best in that matter, his cock hard and rigid, steadily spurting pre onto the covers. Nassira turned her head and looked at him. "This isn't too big for you I hope, no? " he asked, motioning towards his crotch. She looked at him as if to say 'Are you serious?' and eagerly humped her lower body towards him.

He grinned a grin of relief and sat up, going into a kneeling position above the snake, but then he paused. "How exactly are we going to do this? Am I to wrap you around my cock, or are you going to ride me? I must admit, I have no idea how to properly bed one of your kind." She pondered for a moment before ushering him off of the bed. Confused but intrigued, Sardan stood beside her with his dick bobbing in the air as she pushed one of the soft, expansive pillows into the middle of the bed. Then, she draped herself over it belly-up and looked expectantly at him. The wolf smiled. Crafty little girl. He could use the pillow to hump into while she took him into herself.

The slit of her sex was deliciously spread, just waiting for some wolf meat to ravage it. And by the sultry look the serpent gave him, her opinion was no different. He tossed his clothes to the side and got back onto the bed, crouching down over the serpentine female, letting her wrap her coils around his waist and around his right shoulder, before lining his cock up with a paw and pushing forward.

Two moans echoed throughout the room in unison, one deep and throaty, the other high-pitched and wavering. Gods above she was tight! Her body seemed to stretch _juust_wide enough to not hurt her, but still grip down on his shaft like a vice. Sardan's knot was still half swollen, rubbing against her smooth scales as he desperately hammered into the snake. the blowjob had taken the worst weight off his heavy sack, but there was still plenty of cum he yearned to release into that warm, deep tunnel.

Nassiras head hovered beside the wolf's, sticking straight out and letting out short, hissing pants. His own breath was already going heavily, her throat was nothing compared to her pussy! On his knees and elbows, resting his body atop the pillow and with a feral snake wrapped around him, he humped, humped like he was a feral himself. Her tail-end flickered around erratically, gently whipping over his sack and jostling his balls, stirring the cream within. Already his cock was spitting pre in hard, vicious lances, coating her insides in even more slickness.

And every time he pulled back, dislodging his shaft halfway from her slimy confines, she practically chased him, humping against his crotch herself. She was more than eager to have that fat, canine bulb at the base of his dick buried deep inside her.

Arching his back with a needy whine, Sardan drove his hips forward, slamming his knot against against her scaly folds, driving her into the pillow, and after that, into the bed itself, but the knot did not manage to split her open wide enough to enter her. Nassira, when she felt that he gave it his all, in turn twisted and ground herself against his crotch, and with a final, strained effort her lips popped over his knot.

The serpent's body went slack for a moment. She was unable to hug herself to her partner's groin any longer, and when the wolf instinctively pulled back for another thrust, her lower coils dropped away, only to be violently jerked back by the conduit of their union. They were tied together now, and Sardan's knot would not permit her to fall away just this easily. When gravity was forcefully denied by the seal of his knot against the insides of her lips, her jaws went slack and eyes wide.

If snake's could scream, Nassira was certainly doing that right now, letting loose piercing hisses and upper body jerking uncontrollably. Her coils dug into the canine's as her body seized up, and her nethers were clamping down on the root of the wolf's knot as if they wanted to snap it off, and naturally, Sardan could not hold back any more than a whelp during their very first tie as he howled triumphantly.

Thick, bubbling seed rushed out of his virile balls, and splattered across her insides. If her blowjob had caused him to explode, this was a cataclysm. Wave after unrelenting wave of cum shot into her crevices, and despite the fact that her vaginal tunnel was rather deep, the flood of sperm could not drain quickly enough into her. A spurt of milky white erupted from their conjoined crotches, drenching scales, fur and fabric alike.

Sardan's howl turned into a drawn out whimper as he continued draining his sack into her, heedless to the odd spillage of cum erupting from her pussy. Her own sounds of pleasure abated into merely rapid breathing with the occasional twitch running through her entire body. Neither could tell how long they were locked in their blissful embrace, until finally, the wolf's seemingly endless discharge ceased.

Both were panting heavily for a few minutes before Sardan's dick had softened enough to slip out of her. Canine cum and feminine juices alike dripped from her snatch in thick, vicious globs, but yet more was swimming deep inside her. Nassira untangled herself from him and he immediately slumped onto his back. "Well," he panted "that was something." He looked himself over, taking in the large patches of damp fur. "Messy, if nothing else."

The snake coiled forward and made a move to lick up this essence as well, but the wolf stopped her. "Leave it. ", he said. "We will both need a bath either way, and there's nothing speaking against us two spending our sleep surrounded by such lovely scent." The snake smiled mischievously, while he took the pillow and put it back to the head end of the bed, resting his head on it, despite the large stains of wetness. After all he had gone through in the Ash, he thought that he deserved a bit of perverted indulgence, and Nassira didn't seem to mind in the least. The snake curled herself up on his chest, and closed her translucent eyelids.

Together, they drifted off into a blissful sleep, Sardan's head resting on a cushion soaked with his own sperm. The snake herself propped her head up on a similarly lewd pillow, a small, warm bulge in her midsection, much warmer than the rest of her body and brimming with life. The canine's last thought before righteous slumber engulfed him was that he might have to ask specifically for this serpentine treat again.