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Union City North Station was practically bustling with activity. Hundreds of passengers from across the country arrived and departed the capital virtually every day of the week. The hustle and bustle of the train station was quite the sight for Caden Fallworth, as he had never seen so many people in a single space before. It was almost overwhelming, in fact.

The satyr whistled as he walked down the wide marble staircase to the main level of the concourse, weaving past fellow satyrs, humans, fey kind, beastfolk, while being careful not to step on any tails or running into halflings. His attention however, was directed to the design of the train station itself

Being an architect, Caden was impressed at how well they managed to blend dwarven and elven elements into the grand building. It was the perfect harmony of Dwarven unrepentant and stark geometric style, with Elven elegance and sense of light and airness, which was achieved through the extensive use of stained glass windows which allowed as much as natural lighting into the hall.

With one hand on the handle of his suitcase and the other holding the strap of his messenger bag, the satyr shook his head out of his musings and focused to his destination in mind. Caden made a beeline towards the ticketing machines which were installed in a recess next to the ticketing booths. A couple of imposing orcs in security uniforms stood guard around it.

Smiling to himself, satyr took averted his gaze away from the muscular security guards, falling in line behind a silver scaled draconian who was talking on his phone. Apparently, it was something about an upcoming parent-teacher meeting so Caden didn't bother to listen, even if it was somewhat hard, considering the draconian's loud voice.

It took sometime, but Caden didn't have to wait for long. The queue was moving pretty quickly and before Caden knew it, he was next in line. When prompted, the satyr immediately tapped his choice of railway company, Capitol-Rail, and selected the Union City to San Asterio route. There was only one option provided: the Zephyrliner overnight train, which will take him on a two and a half day's journey across the country.

A commercial airplane would had made the journey in three to four hours. However, he had an appointment to take the train with a client, and a couple hundred bucks for a cozy room with comfortable bed with meals provided on-board compared to being crammed in a small seat appealed to him.

Picking the departure time that had been agreed upon previously, Caden was then prompted to pick the three accommodation types provided: Couchette, Roomette, and Sleeper. The Couchette might be cheaper, but the satyr had no intention with sharing a room with three other strangers inside a tiny compartment, so he went and pressed on the Roomette option, being the more comfortable choice. Sleeper would have much more space, but they were pricier, and Caden didn't feel like splurging too much today.

A beep indicated that his ticket was confirmed and the machine asked if he had any baggage he'd like to check in. Since he only brought a small suitcase and his work bag with him, the satyr picked "No" and he fished out his debit card to make the payment.

The machine gave another beep as his transaction was approved and confirmed, displaying the details of his ticket along with a few lines informing the maximum weight of carry-on baggage. There was also the standard safety warnings and disclaimer, things like smoking within the train and using advanced level magic is forbidden, the train company is not liable for damage of baggage, loss of life, yadda yadda yadda... Caden's eyes went past all of that and pressed the "ACCEPT" button. He picked the boarding pass once it was printed out as the words, "Thank you for choosing Capitol-Rail," appeared on the screen.

With everything set, the satyr moved away from the ticketing area and made a beeline towards the waiting room, while he looked around the concourse to see if he could spot the other person that would be travelling with him today. He turned as he thought he saw a sliver of dark green making its way down from the entrance foyer.

His phone rang before Caden could have a better look. Fishing out his phone, the satyr took a glance at the screen, slid the answer button, and held it to his ear. "Afternoon Mr. Durinson."

"Afternoon, Fallworth!" Mr. Durinson's voice boomed. Caden winced slightly. Even on the phone, the dwarf could be really loud.

"I take it the meeting went well?"

Caden made an affirmative noise. "Better than expected, sir. There were only a few request for changes, small ones, but all in all, Nero Corporations has accepted our final draft for their Union City headquarters."

"Excellent! I knew you'd do it, and your hard work has paid off Mr. Fallworth," the dwarf chuckled. "Well, I expect a full report when you get back on Monday."

"Of course, sir."

"What's your plane's schedule by the way?"

"Ah," Caden paused. "I'm actually not taking the plane, sir. I'm going back on the Capitol-Rail Zephyrliner," He replied.

"The train? Why didn't you fly instead?" came his boss' confusion.

"I'm travelling with the CEO, Mr. Lazar," Caden replied as he searched for an empty spot in the large waiting room. "Turns out he's also returning to San Asterio today too. He invited me to come with him as thanks for the project," he said, lips quirking. "Said he's not really a fan of flying, hence why he's taking the train."

"Ah, I can see that," Caden could practically hear Mr. Durinson nodding as he found an empty seat next to a group of college students, comprised of mostly daimonkin and humans. "Orcs aren't generally fond of flying after all. When will your train leave?"

"Four forty five, sir. I'll be boarding pretty soon, I think."

"Alright. Enjoy your trip, Fallworth."

"Thank you boss. Enjoy your weekend," Caden nodded with a grin, and closed the call. The satyr blinked when he noticed that he had a few notifications waiting to be read.

The first few were text messages from his co-workers, asking if he could make it to the club tomorrow night, which he quickly declined due to his own schedule. The other text was from his roommate back in San Asterio.

'Hey dude. How did the meeting go?' it read.

'Pretty well. The designs were approved, more or less,' Caden typed in the reply. "How's the renovation so far?'

It was a while before he got a reply.

'Almost finished with the new fireplace,' came his roommate's message.'Also, Hugo says hi!'

The reply came with a picture of the apartment's living room, with scaffoldings, buckets of paint, and one or two workers who were installing a new fireplace. The main focus of the picture wasn't the mantlepiece that was being installed however. Rather, it was a close up of a tan, sturdily built man with messy black hair and scruffy beard, wearing a blue tank top that was stretched over his muscular, hairy chest. Standing next to him was another guy with platinum blonde hair, who was almost as muscular as the black haired man, but equally as hairy. Both of them were grinning at the camera, showing all of their sharp fang-like teeth.

'Nice. How about the new heating system?'

'It should be finished when you get home tonight.'

Caden couldn't help but feel a bit guilty when he typed his reply.

'Sorry, change of plans. I'll be taking the train with the CEO. He insisted. Will be home in two days or so.'

'Ah, it's alright. I have Hugo around, so no worries. Btw, Is the CEO that hot daddy orc you mentioned?'

A snort escaped Caden's lips as he sent, 'Yeah, Mr. Lazar.'

For a big, hunky werewolf, Randolf had an eye for every male that was at least a decade older, or bigger, or as equally as hairy as he was. Caden himself was not excluded from the werewolf's eyes despite being several years younger. He had to admit, the big mutt was a really good fuck, especially in his wolf form. All big and furry with his thick meaty rod pumping deep into him--He shook the thoughts out of his head, trying to redirect his line of thought as he felt his pants tightening.

Randolf had sent him another reply.

'Think you could introduce me to him sometime? ;)'

'Your boyfriend won't mind?' Caden typed in, already knowing the answer. Still, a confirmation won't hurt.

His roommate replied almost immediately. 'Hugo said bring him along when you get home LOL'

'Right, you're both are horny mutts'

Randolf replied with, 'You know we are XD'

Caden chuckled, and read the next message which his roommate had wrote.

'Alright, have a fun trip, and stay safe Caden.' Randolf wrote. 'Oh, and tell me when you've boarded the train. And take pics! I want to see your sexy ass on the train!'

The satyr's eyebrow rose and a smirk appeared on his face.

'Sure thing Randy,' he replied back, before putting the phone back into his jacket pocket, and turned to look around to see any sign of the orc CEO.

Caden idly scratched his horns, which he prided on their curvature and strength. He wondered if Mr. Lazar was caught up in the traffic as he failed to locate the orc once again. Turning towards the information screen that hung on the nearby pillar, the satyr noted that a few Capitol-Rail trains, along with a number of other local trains were delayed. To his relief the Zephyrliner was listed as 'On Time'. He just have to wait for fifteen minutes or more before he was allowed to board the train.

His thoughts were pulled away as the melodic chime, signifying an announcement echoed through the waiting hall. It was announcement for the next train departure, but the satyr tuned out the overly pleasant voice when he realized that it wasn't calling for his train. The daimonkin who was sitting beside him rose however, grabbing his large backpack and joined his group of college students and they quickly made their way out of the waiting room.

That was when Caden saw one familiar looking orc making his way into the large hall. The satyr quickly rose and waved his hand to catch the orc's attention. The orc waved back when he spotted Caden, and quickly made his way towards where the satyr was standing.

"Mr. Fallworth," the orc greeted with a pearly white, tusked and toothy smile.

Caden smiled back and went to shook the orc's hand. "Mr. Lazar."

Duroch Lazar was a middle aged orc by his kind's standards, but he was still as tall and robust as an orc in their prime, standing around six foot five with dark teal skin that was rippling with hard, well earned muscles. Although, he was sporting a bit of paunch in his waistline. Five o'clock shadow framed his strong jawline, and his short, greying black hair was styled in the usual slicked back fashion.

Lazar was also the CEO of Nero Inc, a major magitech development company that designed, developed and sold a variety of electronic devices, mainly computers, tablets, and smartphones. In fact, Caden's own phone was one of the latest models released by Lazar's company.

Mr. Lazar was encased in a black business suit, with a matching gold striped tie and all. If Caden had to guess, the orc had came straight from his office.

"Hope I haven't kept you waiting long. Got caught by an unexpected traffic from the office," the orc rumbled apologetically. "They are doing some road work along the 23rd Avenue."

"No, no, you haven't," Caden replied as both men sat down. "I heard about the roadwork in the radio. Something about upgrading the gas line."

"I'm glad my driver made it through the mess without any delays," Lazar chuckled as he slipped off his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. He proceeded to stuff the tie into his suitcase. "I thought I was going to miss the train for sure."

"Uh-huh..." Caden was somewhat too distracted with the orc's visible muscular chest line to form a coherent reply.

"Did you get your ticket, Mr. Fallworth?"

Blinking, the satyr pulled his gaze upwards. "Yeah, I did," he replied, showing the orc his boarding pass.

The orc hummed as he studied the card. "Seems like we won't be sharing the same car however. I'm in car A-03."

Looking back to his ticket, Caden looked for his accommodation information, and found that he was designated to Car No. A-06, Roomette 019.

"Ah, well, doesn't mean we can't visit each other," Caden chuckled.

"True enough," Lazar rumbled with a grin. "And I see you've picked the roomette. It's cozy but it might be a bit too compact for a satyr with your stature and size."

Caden was sure for a moment there, the orc was giving him a once-over and he appeared to approve what he saw.

"Well, us Mountain Satyrs tend to be more robust than our cousins in the plains," he chuckled.

Lazar grinned. "Of course. Your kind have adapted to the harsh mountain terrain. It is only natural to have a nice bulk to your bodies."

Caden nodded along, returning the grin.

It was right then when their boarding call went off.

"Your attention please. Platform 17 for the 16.45 Capitol-Rail service to San Asterio, calling at Altair, Thanestown, Port Vornis, and San Asterio. This train is formed of twelve coaches. Passengers of Zephyrliner please proceed to Platform 17 for the 16.45 Capitol-Rail service to San Asterio."

"Well, that's our call. Let's go," Lazar stood up and Caden followed suit.

They joined a small crowd out of the waiting room and back to the concourse, making their way towards the hallway that will lead them to the platforms. It was a bit of a walk, and seeing that Platform 17 was located underground, they had to take a long ride of escalator to the basement level.

The underground platforms were arranged inside a vast underground hall that somehow reminded Caden of those ancient dwarven vaults... and also of those high security dwarven banks. It was high ceilinged, somewhat dimly lit. The platforms were lined with thick concrete pillars that were encased with stone veneer and decorative archways, while the numerous train tracks spread between the platforms like a massive steel webbing.

The Capitol-Rail Zephyrliner was already awaiting to be boarded. It was a huge train, consisting of tall, bilevel carriages that comprised of eight sleeping cars, one observation lounge car, and two restaurant cars. All of which was linked together with a baggage car and pulled by two equally massive locomotives. Its navy blue, gold, and silver paint scheme gleamed in the low light.

Uniformed conductors stood on the doorway of each car, ready to assist the passengers. Here, the crowd broke off to their respective cars, and Lazar bid goodbye to Caden for the time being, promising to meet again in the observation lounge later in the afternoon.

Waving goodbye to the orc, Caden made his way deeper through the platform, looking at the sleeping car numbered A-06. He found it near the end of the train, directly one car behind the second restaurant car. The conductor of the sleeping car, a Vargen with rich, neatly groomed auburn fur, smiled toothily and tipped his hat. His name tag spelled out: HASTINGS

"Afternoon sir, may I see your ticket?"

"Here," the satyr nodded and handed the conductor his ticket.

The tall, wolf-like conductor hummed. "Ah, roomette number 19. Enter from the back, go up and straight down the corridor. Your roomette should be the third one on your left," he said, making gestures to the other doorway at the end of the long car with a gloved hand.

"Thank you."

"Welcome aboard, sir," Hastings tipped his hat once again, before turning to the next passenger who was waiting in line.

The satyr climbed on board and gave a good look around. He noticed that the middle section of the car was sunken down with a small set of stairs connecting the lower deck to the mezzanine. There was also a set of winding staircase which provided access to the upper deck on both ends. The corridor and stairs were wide, even the largest Minos could walk through comfortably. The floor was carpeted, and the walls were lined with wood veneer to give it a panelled look, with brass inlays to add to the sophisticated illusion.

Passing by the baggage racks, Caden went up the stairs and made his way through the upper deck, which wasn't that different from the one on the lower level. True to Hastings' word, Caden's roomette was the third one on his left.

It was a rather compact, but cozy space, Caden decided as he set his bag down on one of the two wide seats and rolled his small suitcase to the small space between the other seat and the wall, where a small half-body mirror had been set.

His light hazel eyes looked back at him from the mirror. A pair of ivory horns curled from the back of his head, around his fuzzy, goat-like ears, enframing the top of his face and his sandy blonde hair that was arranged to a short quiff. His grey suit jacket had been unbuttoned, probably from the amount of walking and climbing from the station and into the train. Pulling the tie off his neck, Caden noted that there was a curious, aluminum handle-shaped indent by the side of the mirror.

It took him a moment to realize that the mirror was mounted on a sliding door, which opened into a small, blue tiled washroom equipped with a compact flush toilet with a foldable wash basin, complete with a wall mounted mirror. It would seem that he would be sharing the washroom with the passenger next door seeing that there's a second door directly opposite his door.

Turning back to his roomette, Caden almost bumped to the second bed which was folded directly above to the ceiling as he went to sit down. He carefully ducked his head as he sat down on the empty seat, sighing as he leaned into the soft padding. The designer had considered horned creatures in mind obviously, as there were adjustable recess on the headrest for his horns, which made things more comfortable.

Looking around, Caden noticed the small, but sturdy rack set next to the seat opposite him, Caden thought that it was a shaped somewhat peculiarly. It took him a moment to realize that the fabric-lined rack could also function as a stair should there be a second passenger to occupy the second bed. He rubbed his horns idly again as he glanced up to the folded bed above him. If the upper bed was lowered, he definitely would have some difficulty to move, Caden thought. Mountain satyrs were a tall bunch after all, and plus, there were his horns to consider.

Seems like Mr. Lazar was right in his assessment. The satyr couldn't help but chuckle at the thought as he unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt, relieving his neck from the stiff confines of the collar.

Looking out to the corridor, Caden saw that there were a few more passengers that had boarded. Some were making their way down the corridor rather noisily, dragging their large suitcases or stomping their paws or hooves. There were a couple of humans and halflings, one daimonkin, one werewolf, two young Vargens, and one satyr.

Seems like this train car is not that full, Caden thought.

There was a short sizzling noise, followed by a short melodic chime. Every passenger's attention on the car turned to the speakers.

"Attention passengers, this is your attendant speaking," came Hastings' slightly distorted voice. "I personally welcome you all to the Capitol-Rail Zephyrliner enroute to San Asterio with stops at Altair, Thanestown, Port Vornis, and San Asterio. The train will be departing shortly and please take a moment to pay attention to these safety instructions for your comfort and security throughout the journey..."

The werewolf proceeded to list off every safety procedure related to the trip, what to do during emergencies, the location of the nearest emergency exits, the emergency break, first aid supplies, etc. etc. And apparently the windows could serve as an impromptu emergency exit by smashing them open with the emergency hammer provided.

"...furthermore, we would like to wish you a safe and enjoyable journey on the Zephyrliner." There was a pause. "And, without further ado... all aboard!"

The locomotive's blaring whistle blared twice, echoed, and magnified throughout the vast underground hall. Fortunately, the insulation inside the sleeping car drowned most of the noise. It was still quite loud however. The Zephyrliner rolled away smoothly from the platform, slowly at first, before steadily picking up its pace.

Looking at his phone, Caden noted that the train had left bang on time. Seems like they are off on a good start, he hummed, leaning back to his seat as he watched the dimly lit platforms and the other trains slowly slipping away. Before long, the Zephyrliner cleared away from the station was rolling through the tracks under the afternoon sky. The sprawling skyscrapers and busy streets were in full view from Caden's window. He couldn't help but to take a few pictures, particularly when he saw the hotel which he had been staying for a couple of days in the distance.

Caden spent the next few moments simply by admiring the view of Union City downtown. The sprawling high rise and skyscrapers slowly gave way to smaller buildings of the uptown area. The satyr took the opportunity to snap some more pictures using his phone, as well as a few selfies, before Hastings came around for his ticket inspection.

"Here you go, sir," the conductor said as he handed back half portion of the ticket to Caden. He had to duck slightly as he moved out back to the hallway due to his height. "Would you like me to arrange your dinner reservations?"

"Oh sure, why not?" The satyr nodded.

The uniformed werewolf pulled out a small tablet and tapped on the screen. "Very well. Would you like the 6 pm or the 8 pm course?"

Caden thought it over. "The 6 pm dinner sounds good."

"Alright..." Tapping on the screen a few times, Hastings nodded. "Your table is reserved, sir. Just show your ticket there to the head waiter at the restaurant car."

"Of course. Thanks."

Hastings tipped his head and gave the satyr another toothy smile. "Have a good day, sir." He said before turning to the passengers occupying the roomette across Caden's own. "Good afternoon. Tickets please."

Seeing that there was at least an hour before dinner would be served, Caden made his way towards the observation lounge, passing by a sleeper car which was entirely made up of sleeper compartments instead of roomettes. The waiters and waitresses were setting up the tables as he passed by the second restaurant car, arranging glasses and crockeries on white linen.

The observation car was not too full, thankfully. The bar lounge on the lower level was virtually deserted so Caden made his way to the observation lounge on the upper level. The plush looking seats were arranged in groups facing the large panoramic windows. Together with the curved skylight, they allowed large amounts of natural light to illuminate the observation area during the day, and almost uninterrupted view of the outside.

Caden sat down on one of the larger seats, idly looking at the city's sprawl. A waiter came around, offering free snacks and drinks, which Caden took. A few more passengers joined them as the train continued on its way, weaving by busy neighborhoods, bridges, and under highways, before the city gave way into wide, open hillsides and valleys.

Lazar walked into the lounge about half an hour later, when the Zephyrliner was passing over a large bridge overlooking a wide river. The orc had taken off his jacket, and had his shirt sleeves rolled up. Dark grey eyes were focused on his smartphone as he idly ran his thick, calloused fingers through his hair.

Caden thought he couldn't look any more sexier.

"Mr. Lazar."

The orc looked up to the satyr, and he broke into a small smile. "Oh, Mr. Fallworth! May I join you?"

"Sure," Caden smiled as the orc settled next to him. "So, I take it you often took this train, Mr. Lazar?"

"Like I said, I'm not good with planes," the orc laughed. "And you know, you can call me Duroch," he said, throwing one arm over the seat.

"Call me Caden then," the satyr said with a grin.

"Caden," Duroch nodded with an approving nod. "That's a nice, strong name."

"Thank you, sir."

Duroch raised an eyebrow and smirked. "You know, you can drop the formalities. We're off work now, aren't we?"

Caden laughed. "True enough."

"It's not everyday you get to see this kind of view," Duroch remarked, looking out to the view outside.

Caden couldn't help but agree. His eyes remained on the form of the orc before him.

"So where do you live in San Asterio?"

"Oh, I live in Lexerfort actually, about an hour drive from San Asterio," Caden replied. "I shared an apartment with five other guys. What about you then?"

Duroch nodded. "I live at the Thyrios Towers condominium with my nephew."

Caden whistled. "That's a fancy place downtown," he grinned. "One of the perks of being the CEO of a major Magitech company huh? Also, I didn't know you have a nephew."

The orc laughed. "Not many do. They never asked, really."

"Of course," Caden nodded slowly, still grinning at Duroch. "If you don't mind me asking, what do you usually do for leisure?" He asked with a meaningful smile.

Duroch's grey eyes glinted in amusement.

"Oh, a lot of many things." He replied in a low rumble, leaning closer to the satyr. I enjoy a good drink with good friends in the evenings... and some entertainment."

Feeling somewhat bold, Caden moved his hand to the orc's massive thighs. "A relaxing evening with company," he nodded. "Sounds fun."

A large dark teal palm stopped the satyr's roaming hand. Hazel eyes looked up to the orc with question and a hint of apprehension.

"You young people were always too eager," Duroch chuckled, holding Caden's hand firmly. "I take things slow and easy. Besides, it's not like I'm going to go anywhere for the next two days."

A small smirk grazed the satyr's lips. "It's not like I can help it. I know what I want, it's just in my nature to be so."

Duroch still hadn't let go of his hand, but the orc mirrored his smirk.

"Very well," Duroch finally nodded. "Join me in the bar later tonight," the orc rumbled as he let go of the satyr's hand. "They have an amazing selection of drinks, and I'm sure you'll like the company."

"I'll look forward to it, Duroch." Caden said, as a rhythmic, melodic chime rang throughout the car, repeated twice. The satyr blinked in confusion.

"It's the dining announcement." Duroch explained. "Twice every night."

Looking at his watch, Caden realized that it was already six o'clock sharp. Time sure flies fast. He couldn't help but hum. "Well then. It's time for me to head off." At Duroch's inquisitive gaze, he added, "I've dinner reservation at this time."

Duroch nodded. "Understandable. I'll see you at.... ten, Caden?"

Nodding in return, the satyr stood up, smoothed out his clothes. "Ten sounds good. I'll be looking forward for tonight... sir." He added with a hint of playful smirk.

The orc merely snorted and rolled his eyes. "Go along, Mr. Fallworth," He waved the satyr off.

******

Dinner was decidedly delicious, and Caden actually had to stop himself from eating too much. The pudding was simply divine, but he had to remind himself not to overindulge if he wanted to keep his hard earned figure.

His dining companions for that night were a rather cheerful bunch. The waiter had sat him with the other satyrs on the train and Caden really enjoyed their company. It wasn't everyday he got to socialize with other satyrs from different parts of the country.

Caden would have joined his fellow satyrs to indulge with the restaurant's choice of wines if not for his prior appointment. He did, however, get an enticing invitation by a particularly handsome satyr--tan, dark haired, and he had some very nice biceps--who introduced himself as Damian. Sadly, he had to turn down the offer for the night. He did end up having a few cups in the dining car as to not offend his brethren, but before he could get pleasantly drunk, he excused himself and went back to his roomette to wash his face and relax a little before heading to the bar and look for Duroch.

Five minutes to ten, Caden smoothed his shirt and made his way down to the bar, which was located right underneath the observation lounge. It was a very cozy space, with dark wood panels and soft, indirect lighting and minimalist design. A bar dominated the center of the entire area, surrounded with stools, while small booths of leather seats lined along the windows. The speakers were humming lounge jazz music.

Surprisingly, there weren't that many passengers making use of the bar. Caden spotted his dinner companions on the far end of the bar, talking and laughing in low tones. A few individuals occupied the bar stools, and Duroch Lazar's distinguishable form was spotted in one of the booth seats. Caden made a beeline towards the orc with a grin on his face.

"Hello."

"Evening, Caden," Duroch beamed. "Come, sit," he gestured to the empty spot right beside him.

Caden chuckled. "Alright then."

Looking at the orc, Caden would had never guessed that Duroch was a CEO if he met him now. The orc was dressed in a dark denim shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his arms and two top most buttons undone, complete with black trousers.

Needless to say, Caden liked Duroch's casual look very much.

"How are you enjoying the trip so far?" Duroch asked.

"Oh, it's pretty nice, actually. I gotta say, the food is great," Caden replied. "I didn't expect it to be quite full though."

The orc smiled. "Capitol-Rail does provide a relatively cheaper and more comfortable way to travel after all, well, if not slower travel time."

"Well, I don't see it as a major disadvantage," Caden shrugged. "More chance to meet up and socialize with the good company," he said with a grin.

Duroch chuckled and gave a nod. "I agree with you. So, would you like a drink?"

They talked of various random things over beer and whiskey for the next few hours. Caden found out that both he and Duroch went to the same high school--different graduating class of course--and they were a fan of ice hockey. Avid supporters of San Asterio Riptides. Their conversation quickly descended to the team's performances in the regional games and also speculating whether or not the Riptides would defeat the Avoriel Sentinels in the national league, as the Riptides haven't been performing well against the Sentinels for the past two years.

When conversation moved towards food and drinks, Caden remarked that he liked to have sushi now and then, something which Duroch found somewhat surprising.

"I thought satyrs are vegetarians," he had said.

Caden raised his eyebrow in amusement. "You know, I often get that kind of question whenever I ordered burgers or steaks," he said. "It's true that most of my species tend to favor plant-based diet, but we are practically omnivores."

Duroch nodded with a hum, gesturing to Caden. "I guess most people tend to forget that satyrs are half man and half goat."

"Quite," the satyr grinned. "I found fish more appetizing compared to other meat based dishes. Hence, sushi," he said. "But I do enjoy a well made steak every now and then."

"I know this amazing steakhouse at Broadwalk 22," Duroch hummed. "They serve the best tenderloin and grilled seafood. Remind me to take you there sometime."

The satyr's grin widened. "Are you proposing a date, Duroch?"

"What, can't I invite a handsome satyr out for dinner?"

"Oh, I dunno, can you?"

Duroch's bright orange eyes glinted as he peered down at the satyr. "Is that a challenge?"

"Perhaps..." Caden grinned impishly as he cocked his head. "For an orc as old as yourself, do you think you're up to it?"

All the satyr felt for the next few seconds was Duroch's rough lips and a pair of strong hands around his shoulders. The orc was being assertive, but also surprisingly gentle, with how careful he was with his rather sharp tusks. The kiss was brief, but it does feel like they had been going at it for hours. Caden had a lopsided, breathless smile on his face, while Duroch merely grinned triumphantly.

"Not bad for an old orc, eh?"

Caden let out a small laugh. "I stand corrected," he said. The satyr then noticed that the dwarf bartender was giving them an amused look from behind the bar.

"Perhaps we could continue this discussion in your compartment?" he suggested.

"Hah, alright," Duroch grinned widely. "Come then."

Together, they exited the bar area and headed up the stairs into the mezzanine. Duroch immediately led Caden to the next car, which was a sleeping car. Unlike Caden's own car which was equipped with roomettes, this car had Sleeper compartments on both levels. Duroch went down the steps to the lower deck, with Caden following behind. They walked past at least three compartments before the orc stopped at a particular compartment, fished out a key card and unlocked the door.

"After you then."

Caden smirked. "Why thank you," he gave a mock bow and sauntered into Duroch's appointed sleeping compartment.

It was definitely larger and much more comfortable compared to his own roomette. It was large enough to fit a small closet, wash basin, a small bathroom, also a single, comfy bed big enough to fit an orc like Duroch. Caden guessed that the bed would fold up into a large sofa during daytime. Duroch confirmed his guess almost immediately.

"I had the attendant make up the bed while I was having dinner," he said as he closed the door behind him. It clicked as it locked into place. "Now, what was that you were saying?"

Caden took the initiative and went in to kiss the orc. He had to lean up as Duroch was a good head taller than himself. The orc let out a pleasant rumble, smiling as he returned the gesture, licking and nibbling the satyr's lips, while furtively seeking entrance with his tongue which Caden soon gave. Caden moaned into the heated kiss, pressing his body against the orc. He let off a chuckle as he felt Duroch's arousal prodding him from the orc's pants.

No words were exchanged as Duroch's hands went to work on Caden's shirt. The satyr himself reached down to unbuckle the orc's belt before unfastening the pants. Duroch's hard on was straining the form-fitting boxer briefs he was wearing. The orc let out a pleasured rumble when Caden leaned in and nuzzled the bulge, occasionally giving it a nibble. When the piece of fabric was dropped in the next moment, Duroch's cock almost smacked the satyr in the face as it sprung free from its confines.

The satyr held the thick girth of Duroch's member almost reverently. Even before he pulled down the briefs, Caden could already smell the slight musky aroma permeating from the orc's sizable assets. Like the rest of his body, the orcish cock was greenish teal, if not a couple of shades darker compared to the rest of his body. A bushy pubic hair crowned the half-hard cock. It was definitely larger compared to what he had had before, and Caden immediately wondered if it would fit him, if at all.

However, without missing a beat, the satyr leaned in and wrapped his lips along the orc's length. Duroch let off a soft moan as Caden continued to stimulate his manhood, traveling every inch of his length before teasing the head with his tongue, before wrapping the engorged head with his lips. He began to slowly slide his mouth in and out of the hard member. He wasn't even halfway through and the cock was already filling up his mouth. Of course, he didn't want to disappoint the orc and so Caden slowly eased his way along the orc's hard, veiny length. Inch by inch, Duroch's member was lodged inside his throat.

"Oh, spirits..."

Caden continued to service Duroch's cock for several more minutes, using his tongue to tease and stimulate the orc. When he felt comfortable enough, Caden began to bob his head as he deepthroated his way to the base of the orc's musky pubes. Duroch gave several pleasured, guttural panting noises as he grabbed satyr's horns and used it to push Caden deeper into his cock.

"Mmrghhh..."

Duroch proceeded to buck his hips, driving his shaft out and back into the satyr's mouth and throat while keeping his hands on Caden's curved horns. The satyr seemed to be enjoying this from the muffled moans coming from his throat. Caden was beginning to wonder if Duroch was going to facefuck him until he came before the orc suddenly pulled out. The slick, orcish cock sliding out of Caden's mouth with a light smack.

Duroch's breath was somewhat labored, and he had this glazed over look on his face. Caden chuckled when he saw that Duroch had unbuttoned his shirt. The satyr's eyes trailed down from the orc's firm, muscular chest which was carpeted by a fine layer of greying black hair. It trailed down over his abs, somewhat hidden by a layer of fat due to the orc's age, and and down to his bushy pubic hair.

"I think... we should get you out from your clothes..." the orc said as he pulled Caden up to his feet.

Before Caden could formulate a response, he felt the orc's warm lips upon his own once again. There was more intent and force this time, and the orc didn't hesitate to plunge his tongue into Caden's mouth. The satyr tried to put up some resistance, but he quickly gave in, moaning into Duroch's kiss. The orc's hands wormed around Caden's body, first by tugging the satyr's pants free, before unbuttoning the satyr's shirt. Duroch pushed the clothes off Caden's shoulders before he ran his hands over Caden's well muscled chest. Caden let out another moan when Duroch rubbed his thumbs over his nipples and giving it playful pinches.

After making sure their clothing were well out of the way, Duroch's hand went down to the satyr's remaining article of clothing, and gave the visible bulge a squeeze.

"Ooh..."

"A jockstrap, why am I not surprised," the orc murmured in amusement as he continued to fondle Caden's hardon, while his other hand squeezed the satyr's firm, furred ass. "Go on then, drop them off..."

Caden grinned as he nipped Duroch's lower lip. "As you say... sir."

"Hah!"

Keeping his gaze on Duroch's bright orange eyes, Caden pushed his jockstrap down and kicked them away. Like other satyrs, his proud, humanoid shaft stood tall, emerging from a protective furry sheath which was of the color of his hair. In fact, the fur on his lower body was only several shades darker than his sandy hair.

Duroch nodded appreciatively, running his hands over Caden's firm, muscular chest. "Looks like I've hit a jackpot."

Caden grinned. "A jackpot eh?"

"Oh yes indeed," the orc was almost purring. "Now, why don't you show me what you can do with that mighty cock of yours, Caden?" he grinned lecherously as he spread his legs, pulling his knees up.

The sight nearly made Caden salivate. "Sounds good to me," he licked his lips.

It barely took a moment for the satyr to get ready. Caden was almost vibrating in excitement as he clambered over the bed with a bottle of lube--that Duroch had procured from his suitcase--in his hands. He lathered up his two fingers with the lube and began to ease his way into the orc's rear entrance. Duroch let off a slight grunt at the intrusion but let the satyr prepare him.

"I hope you can satisfy me, satyr," the orc remarked as Caden's fingers made slow, circular motions deep inside his ass.

"You know us satyrs..." Caden grinned as he added a third finger, "we would never disappoint," he added as he prodded and twisted his fingers around. Duroch's ass clenched around his digits and let off another grunt.

Caden prepped the orc's ass for a full minute before he withdrew his fingers and then coated his cock liberally with the lube. Duroch huffed slightly when Caden lifted his legs and rested them up on his shoulders and the satyr's cock was pressed against his buttcheeks.

Without stalling any further, the satyr pushed his hard member deep into the orc's warm, comfortably tight rear entrance, eliciting a rather languid moan from the orc. He started slow, letting Duroch to adjust to his size before gradually picking up the pace. Caden held the orc's legs close to his body as he thrusted his hips, driving his cock in and out of Duroch's ass in a consistent rhythm.

"Oh... aaah..."

"Gods Duroch... you're pretty tight down there..."

"Mmrghh... shut up and fuck me harder!"

Caden responded by thrusting his member deep into the orc's ass, no longer holding Duroch's legs now. His balls were smacking loudly against the orc's ass as he thrusted as deep as he could reach. Duroch locked his legs against the satyr's waist, keeping Caden in place. The satyr knew that he had hit the orc's prostate by how Duroch was squirming and moaning openly.

Caden leaned over the orc's sweaty, muscled body as he continued to buck and thrust, smirking at Duroch's euphoric expression. He leaned in to kiss the orc once again, but this time the satyr quickly gained dominance. Their tongues rolled in Duroch's mouth before Caden's lips trailed down lower to the orc's neck, giving light bites as he amped up his pace and the force behind his thrusts.

With the steamy foreplay, and with how hard Duroch was clenching around his cock, it was no wonder that Caden finally came. The satyr let off a languid moan as he bucked hard into Duroch's rear, dumping his cum. With a last, hard thrust, the satyr slumped down on the orc's broad, hairy chest, panting from the exertion. Caden stayed like this as he slowly gained to his senses. Looking up at the orc, Caden could see that Duroch was grinning back at him, while stroking his horns.

"Hah... I admit... that was something," the orc breathed somewhat wheezily.

"Yes?" Caden grinned back, rubbing his fingers across Duroch's dark nipples.

"Oh yes," Duroch hummed with a smile on his face. He ruffled the satyr's sandy hair. "Now how about you show me how you'd work with an orc's cock eh?"

Caden felt shivers down his back when he saw the glint on the orc's eyes. "Oh sure, sure. How do you want me to do it?"

Not a minute later, the satyr's knees were straddling Durochs' hips, while the orc's erection was sandwiched between Caden's firm ass cheeks. Using his hand, Caden guided Duroch's cock inside his ass. He gasped by how it was stretching his tailhole wide as it slowly slid inside. An involuntary moan escaped his lips when he pushed his hips to let the orcish cock to slide further inside his ass.

Duroch was large, no doubt about that. Caden couldn't help but wonder if all orcs were naturally this huge. Perhaps he should--

"O-ooh..."

"Hmm, did I hit your spot already?" Duroch grinned cheekily as he gave a light buck of his hips, causing Caden to moan again.

"You're... so damn big... unf..." the satyr gave the orc a mock glare. He took a deep breath as he slid in deeper into Duroch's shaft. It did take a while for his ass to adjust to the orc's sizeable girth, but as a satyr, Caden took it like a champ. Indeed, in the next moment, he was already bouncing his hips on Duroch's length, panting and moaning as the orc's cock rammed his prostate gland with little to no mercy.

Duroch himself was also moaning, with how tight the satyr's ass was around his shaft. He couldn't help but give a few humps in tandem with Caden's movements, which increased in intensity by the second. His hands trailed over the satyr's sweaty body, squeezing the muscular contours almost lovingly.

Occasionally, Caden would clamp down hard on Duroch's shaft, which would drive him over the edge, before slipping out, and sliding it inside the warm folds of his rear end. The satyr would give a sly grin whenever he did this, and Duroch responded by driving his cock deeper than before in response, which elicited a half-pained, half-pleasured cry from the satyr.

Caden continued to ride on the orc's shaft, milking the cock of all its worth with every tactic he knew. It was almost as if he was showing off to Duroch, with the sleazy grin on his face. He knew that the orc was on his edge now, and Caden was quite literally holding on to Duroch to keep himself steady. The orc had stopped moving his hips about now, squirming and moaning as he was close to releasing his load... which happened right about then with a roar-like cry.

The intensity of their fucking also drove Caden to cum for the second time. White ropes of semen splashed across Duroch's chest and jaw as the orc continued to fill up his ass with his own load.

The two men remained locked in this position as the euphoria slowly drained from their sweaty, muscular bodies. The satyr let off another moan when he pulled out. Even when the orc was not fully hard, his cock was still quite large. The orc's cum oozed down from his ass when Duroch finally pulled free.

Breathing wheezily, Caden chuckled when he saw how messy Duroch looked.

"You look good splattered with cum," he said cheekily.

"Oh shut up you," Duroch grunted in annoyance, however his face suggested anything but. "Or perhaps you'd like to be covered in my cum from head to toe?"

Caden put on a thoughtful look. "You know..."

Duroch rolled his eyes. "Satyrs," he huffed. "Shut up and kiss me."

"Yes, sir," the satyr's grin was almost blinding. He did more than simply kiss the orc. In fact, after a passionate tongue wrestling--something which Caden think would leave him with bruised lips tomorrow--he went down to lick the cum off Duroch's body clean. He couldn't help it, with how deliciously meaty the orc was.

"Mmm... now I might just return the favor," Duroch said after Caden's lips had left his mouth.

"Oooh?"

The orc's hands went down and squeezed the satyr's fuzzy, muscular glutes. One meaty finger slipped between his cum splattered butt cheeks and prodded the sore, entryway that was still oozing with Duroch's cum. Caden positively quivered from the touch.

"I'm still not done with your ass yet, satyr," Duroch murmured with a grin.

"Of course..." he grinned. "My ass is yours."

Duroch's grin was positively feral. Caden shivered. Somehow, he had a feeling that he and Duroch would have a couple of adventurous nights ahead.