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The lion cities always managed to take his breath away.

Towering domes and spires of brass and stone greeted him leagues away from his destination. From a hazy collection of silhouettes on the horizon for days, the provincial capital was a sight to behold in the desert sun. The heat didn't bother him, but the sand did, having taken to wearing a thick cloak with headscarf to keep it out as much as was possible. And still, he felt it riding up his ass, despite his best efforts.

He must've made for a strange sight: A towering sort of zebra, covered in cloth and cloaks, with only a piercing gaze visible through the protection from the sun and sand. More than a few caravanners passing him on his journey averted their gazes from the massive Kingo. He didn't blame them. A seven-foot tall zebra with a massive slab of iron and wood slung over his back would intimidate just about everyone.

Including, it seemed, the gate guard, who looked up at him through the padded hood he wore. The lion was doing a fine job appearing nonplussed, Kingo admitted, even as he stood in the outskirts of the city, awaiting entry. The lion's eyes scanned up and down his form. "...Your business for entering Alamshihal?"

Alamshihal being the city he was attempting to enter- One of the largest lionfolk cities known to him. His voice resonated across the sands, a few other ongoers, likewise in line to enter the city, peering up at the towering form. "I'm here to see someone who owes me a favor."

The lion's eyes narrowed, even while they were obscured by the lion's shemagh- Common apparel for those outside the gates, where sandstorms and intense heat were the norm. "And who are you seeing? May I have a name?"

Kingo tugged on the lower half of his own shemagh, pulling it down over the rest of his muzzle to be heard clearly. "Khrenam'hyl'alguzaghred."

The lion blinked. One hand came up and undid the headscarf, taking it off entirely. He cupped a hand behind one ear. "I'm sorry?"

Kingo raised his voice. " Khrenam'hyl'alguzaghred." He let out a small snort, and then gave a small shrug of one shoulder after a passing moment. "He also goes by 'Old Khren'... You do know him, right?"

The lion took a few moments, regarding the hulking zebra with a blank expression. He nodded, understanding registering on his face. "Oh, of course. All the time. I didn't know he had a full name." The lion glanced to the sides, and then leaned forward conspiratorially. "You're lucky I'm on duty and not someone else. A lot of people still aren't aware that place exists, so let's keep it that way."

Kingo smiled. "Will do."

The lion gestured with an outstretched hand for him to enter through the gate, and so he did, passing through the dense, tall walls of the desert city, going from the village outskirts of Alamshihal, to the splendor of the city proper.

The trip through the city itself was enough to make a man lose his way of their own accord. Around every corner lay a new curiosity, an opportunity for adventure, intrigue, and mystery. Kingo was of the tribal zebrafolk, yes, but he loved the cities, and how lively they felt. The residents gave him a wide berth, but that was fine. Most of the city's native inhabitants were lionkin, though there was a sizable population of bullfolk, zebrafolk, and even some human families here and there. The visitors to the city were easy to find, wearing clothes better suited to other climates, or with bodyguards accompanying them. The streets were choked with the chatter and conversation of dozens of languages and dialects from every tribe of every race, both beastfolk and humanoid alike. There was even an assembly of Dwarven merchants, selling mechanical devices Kingo couldn't discern the nature of.

However, he had little time for dawdling. As much as he wished it not so, he was on a time budget. He proceeded through the streets and alleyways of stone, across bridges with fresh water rushing past them, the water being siphoned both from the oasis Alamshihal was built around, and underground reservoirs beneath. Unlike his homeland, the natives of the lionfolk cities and villages all wore modest attire that covered most of the body. It was not unusual, almost even expected in zebrafolk society, that most, if not all, of someone's form was bare. To Kingo, clothes tended to chafe in rather sensitive areas, but it kept the sand out. And for that, he was willing to put up with it.

His clothing, however, served to make him look larger than he was, as if he could get any bigger. He had a hard time moving through some of the tighter and more constraining passageways, venturing past the tourist and merchant districts and into the native residential areas. Non-residents mostly kept to the other districts, but this is where the real action was. According to Kingo, that is. It was not his first time in the city, and he was certain it wouldn't be his last. Here, there were fewer attractions, with no merchants selling baubles or goods in the street, shouting prices and special deals to ongoers. Instead, there were those that lived here, and they regarded Kingo warily, giving him a few feet of space wherever he trod. Despite being a mostly residential district, there were shops and businesses run by the locals, but he was looking for a specific one.

He found it as the sun was beginning to dip past the line of buildings, the tips of the spires and domes of brass glowing with the fires of evening. The lamps were just beginning to be lit, and one illuminated the sign of the targeted establishment. "The Empty Jug": A drinking and gambling den, run by, and for, locals.

Or so it seemed.

Kingo ventured inside, pushing the cloth covering the entryway aside. Dull fire and lamplight illuminated the interior of the place. There were rugs and pillows laying on the floors, low-riding tables lining the edge of the place, with open mats and boards around the center. It wasn't yet prime time for the place yet, as evening was just about to set, but there were a few regulars sitting around, chatting, laughing, drinking, smoking, and even a few playing dice. The small din silenced itself upon Kingo's entry, the heads of the patrons turning to see an utterly massive man enter. Kingo had since stowed his face scarf. He was now a man of 24 years, lightly scarred across the left cheek, with bright eyes that took in everything He appeared more than a little frightening. There was a shout from behind the bar. Kingo regarded the bartender. Her voice was firm and unyielding. "No weapons inside. You turn them in with me, or you leave."

The zebra strode to the bar and handed the pillar of wood and iron to her. A gift from a friend, this "tetsubo", as it was called where it was made, could be hefted by him with one hand. It took the lioness bartender both arms to even carry, the woman huffing aloud as she waddled out through a backdoor behind the bar, disappearing for a few moments. She returned with a small sigh, nodding as she once again manned her station. "Now then- What can I get you?"

"I need to see Old Khren."

The lioness halted. Her eyes narrowed dangerously. She leaned against the polished wood of the bar top. "He's not expecting anyone."

"I need to see him anyway."

She crossed her arms across her chest. "He's likely busy with someone else."

Kingo held up both hands in a placating gesture. "Just let me downstairs, please. I'll figure it out from there."

The lioness seemed unimpressed, but she shrugged her shoulders. "Fine. Gimme a moment." While there were only two entrances into the room, with the main entrance and the portal behind the bar, the lioness pointed at a spot in the far corner, where there was a small gap between the pillows and low tables. She made a small gesture with the other hand, and the outline of a man-sized rectangle appeared in the stone, shining a blood red color. "In through there."

Kingo nodded appreciatively, stepping away from the bar and toward the secret, magical entrance, a few of the preexisting patrons shuffling aside to make space. He stood in front of the entrance and pressed a hand to the middle of the glowing section. He was halted with another shout from the lioness. Kingo stared at her expectantly. She had a small smile on her face. He thought her eyes reflected a bit of red light, but there was no such lighting in the bar.

"Have fun in there."

And with that, he entered. His body passed right through the solid stone.

The staircase leading down was bathed in a dull orange-red light from above, though there was no apparent source. The stairs were rough stone, the walls on both sides of the same stone, as if the passage itself was tunneled through the earth. He began to descend, step after step down. His surroundings changed, though he couldn't tell when they had begun to. The rough stone steps were now chiseled and smoothed over, the walls likewise smoothed and painted over with a simplistic painting of a desert oasis. As if the source was barely out of earshot, the sounds of chatter, laughter, music, and of lapping water on the wind were able to be heard. The further he descended, the closer the noise became. The mural along the wall seemed to move now, much more detail being added to the painting. Stray animals, starlight in the dusk sky, and waving trees along the shoreline of a vast oasis. There was a landing in front of him.

The small room had no line, and only one way forward: A set of heavy stone doors with etched bronze handles. In front of that, however, stood a large, slightly heavyset bullfolk. Kingo believed the term Odah used to describe people like that was "musclegut". The bull would've been normal, had his fur not been black and eyes a dull, glowing red. Kingo nodded at the other man, the two equally as tall. The other smiled, showing a set of sharp, predatory teeth. "Well, well. Look who's back."

The zebra grinned back. "You know me, Dreg; I can't stay outta trouble."

Dreg being the bull's name. "Did you bring your brothers with you again, or is it just you?

"Just me this time. Sorry, man."

"That's a shame. They were awful fun. I'm still getting people asking after them." He said, pushing the stone door open just enough where an orange light poured in through the opening. "Go on in, big guy. Enjoy yourself."

And so, he did.

The Downstairs was a party den, as it happened. However, it didn't resemble any normal building, or typical indoor area. Instead, it took on the appearance of a flourishing oasis at dusk, situated in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by a sheer desert cliff face. The entire place was rife with fanciful stone workings, plush furnishings, an authentic landscape, and almost always, a plethora of partygoers at any given time. None are sure exactly of how The Downstairs is able to function, of how a large number of entrances across the world are able to connect to the same place at the same time, or how an authentic oasis was made. During the last visit, Odah and Aden suspected that it was a fixed "bubble" in reality, artificially made. It was a vast opening with no visible barrier aside from the cliffs on all sides, rising above into the sky, providing a more natural end to the landscape that was visible.

There were multiple entrance points into the clearing, which resembled a makeshift gathering point, almost like a small village- A hodgepodge of stone buildings, tents, huts, campfires, and other areas, all lined around a sparkling oasis. It felt exactly the same as it would be in reality, down to the last bit of dirt, sand, wind, heat, and the cool water.

Nearly all of the men and women in attendance were, in some way, naked, about to be naked, or in the process of shedding their clothes. There was just about every type of being imaginable present- More than would've been present, or even possible to have, from just Alamshihal. There were the beastfolk, humans, even a few of the Aelves, aye- But there were also much more strange-looking people. Men and women with the proportions of humans, but some had horns, strange colored skin, eyes, teeth, and so on. Odah had described them as "Infernals", or demons. Many thought of them as a myth, but here they were. Under a vast tent, made of a large leather sheet tied and suspended by trees in a padded, plush clearing, was a veritable orgy- A gathering of mindless indulgence and debauchery.

The first sight that greeted Kingo was a wolfkin, laying on the ground, face up. It would've been almost normal, had he not been snarling, pumping his waist up into a grinning, squealing human woman. Every direction he looked, there was something else to ogle, another form contorted in pleasure. Two lions were applying their mouths and tongues to a throbbing pillar of demon flesh, its owner reclining in a plush series of pillows and rugs, the red-skinned creature casually talking with a few of their comrades. Yet another woman, a zebra woman, bore the equipment of a stallion, as buried inside of a very vocal mare as it were. As much as it sorely tempted Kingo to stay and likewise lose himself in the indulgences of The Downstairs, he couldn't. At least, not right now. He passed through throngs of every type of person imaginable. Infernals, beastfolk, humans, and even some who looked entirely new to him. He recalled a very familiar looking man- Shorter, slender, shapely, almost boyish. A fish. He was sitting cross-legged at a table, where three other infernals appeared to be conversing and nursing their drinks. Kingo and he made eye contact.

The fish grinned wide, and placed a finger over his own lips, winking at Kingo before returning his attention back to this comrades. The zebra ventured onward, passing under dull lights, through smoke and the scent of those in rut and heat. The building he was looking for was near the center where the crowd was thickest, made of stone and wood. He found it.

Venturing inside, he shut the door behind him, leaving the dull din of merrymaking outside. It was welcome relief, given how he was on a serious mission, and couldn't afford a distraction. Yet, anyway. This had the air of a study room, or a clerk's office. A desk sat in the middle, surrounded by actual chairs. Cupboards and writing material were strewn about. Behind the desk was a large, burly man, slightly pudgy, but clearly muscled and fit, with the countenance of a ram, aside from dark fur and red eyes, with crackling patterns of dull red crisscrossing his skin beneath his coat. He was the only figure he'd seen so far that wasn't in the middle of some form of depravity. The figure looked up with perceptive eyes from what he was doing, and gave a surprised smile. "Kingo."

The zebra took a seat in one of the chairs before the plain desk. Compared to the fantastical outside, it was rather mundane within. "Khren. A pleasure, as always."

"The pleasure is all mine." He said, dotting a few lines with a glowing ink pen, before discarding it. The pen itself disappeared in a puff of smoke, Old Khren's arms crossing his large chest. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Kingo let out a small breath. "I require the Blade of the Purifier."

Khren blinked a few times, but broke out into a fit of chuckling. It was deep, and reverberated against the walls. "And what could you possibly need it for, I wonder?"

The zebra smiled. "It will forever remain a mystery."

The sarcasm lay in the fact that the blade was capable of killing a demon, as most mundane weaponry was incapable of doing so. If one sought it, then their purpose was almost assured. "And you need it why? Who'd you piss off?"

Kingo let out a bark of laugh when he recalled the event in his head. "I, uh, challenged someone to a duel to the death, and didn't realize they were a demon until later." He cracked his knuckles. "I'd win easily otherwise, but now I need the sword."

"And why are you walking around challenging people to deathmatches?"

Kingo rolled his eyes. "They were responsible for the destruction of a few equinefolk settlements up in the far north, while they were under the banner of one of the human kingdoms. I know not the exact specifics, but they've committed some atrocities against my brothers and sisters."

Khren cocked his head. "A demon? Pledging service to a human lordling? Were they disguised as one of those mortals?"

"Aye, that they were. I don't know their exact plans, but I intend to destroy them."

The large, slightly bulkier proprietor of the club stood up, stepping over to an empty spot along the wall. He then turned to Kingo with a small smile. "And what are you willing to pay for this?"

Kingo's eyes narrowed. "Were it not for my brother, you wouldn't HAVE this club around you."

Khren grit his teeth and grunted in frustration. "...So you're calling that favor in?"

"Indeed I am."

Khren let out a sigh. "Very well. Fine." He placed his fingertips against a portion of the wall, and began to trace a faintly glowing, intricate design in the stonework. "It's a shame: That favor would've gone much further than me giving you an old, raggedy blade."

Kingo crossed his arms. "Odah did that good of a job?"

The demon nodded. "I've never seen any other zebrafolk who was able to command multiple schools of magic. Or much of any other type of person able to do so, really." He chuckled. "And Aden's impromptu show during the last visit was something special, I must admit."

Old Khren's arms disappeared into the stone, as if reaching into some hidden, out-of-sight area. He grasped around for a bit, muttering to himself. "Nope, not that. Nah... Nope... Interesting, but not what I wanted... Uh..."

Kingo felt a grin crawl over his face. "Need a hand?"

The demon chuckled. "I'll find it. I just, uh, forget where I put it last."

It took Khren a few more moments before he grasped around something solid. "Aha!" He pulled back, and a plain leather sheath wrapped in preserving papers came with his hands. "And here we are."

The sheath was, indeed, plain leather. All that was visible of the weapon was the hilt and pommel, of lightly etched iron and wood. It looked like a plain weapon, to the casual observer, but to a magical one, it would radiate with magics, should it be drawn. "I take it you want me to prove this is it?"

"Please do."

Khren tugged on the hilt of the blade, and it came out with the dull sound of metal sliding against leather. (Swords don't go "schwing" when pulling them out. If it does that, it means there's metal grinding against metal, which wears down and damages the blade. Not a good thing.) The actual blade itself was etched with runic designs, slightly worn by time, but well cared for. Kingo nodded appreciatively. "That'll do."

Khren popped the sword back in its home. "Very well. I'll send this upstairs. One moment."

He clapped his hands three times. Behind him, in a puff of smoke and the odd flame or three, appeared a short, curvaceous, red-skinned woman, with a spade-tipped tail flicking behind her. "You rang, Khren-sir?"

The demon handed the shorter one the blade. "Take this back upstairs, leave it with the bartender that let this gentleman in." He said, gesturing to Kingo, who gave a slight bow.

The impess nodded. "Of course." And with that, she disappeared as quickly as she arrived.

Khren rubbed his palms together and grunted with approval. "You're all set, Kingo. Will you be staying a while, or must you leave?"

"I'll have to take my leave, I can't stay. As much as I'd like to, at any rate."

Khren's head nodded in the affirmative. "I understand. Well, it was nice having you here. You should drop by again sometime, should you still be alive a span from now."

The two chuckled as they clasped arms in a farewell embrace. Kingo turned to head out the door, but then halted with a hand on the handle. He turned to once again regard the establishment's current proprietor. "Khren, did you recently see a man? Boyish, looks like a fish-person? Slender and whatnot?"

The demon bobbed his head, resummoning his ink pen and returning to marking down papers on his desk. "Oh, the Shaalure kid? Aye, he's here every now and then."

Kingo raised a brow. "Do you know who that is?"

Khren looked up, puzzled. "...No? Should I?"

The zebra grinned at the thought of knowing something Khren didn't. Kingo shrugged. "I'm sure it's fine."

And with that, he took his leave proper.

Of course, he didn't make it very far.

He had only walked a few feet away from the small, chiseled stone building before a familiar figure intercepted him, with another figure striding along at her side. Two women, both plainly demonic, grinned up at Kingo's tall form. "Well, long time, no see!"

It wasn't that long ago, of course. One demon had skin the color of ash, with red eyes and a half-shaved head of hair, the color of which resembled blood-red tendrils. She was shapely, with curves in all the right places, and visibly naked, with horns that extruded from her head another foot above it. Above her plush, jostling rear was the base of a long, thick tail that slithered, curved, and swayed, like a predator observing its prey. By her side, a more muscled, slightly more bestial woman stood, with ember skin and cropped obsidian hair done in a bun, the style of which reminded Kingo of the few people he'd seen from the Far Eastern Isles. She was more visibly muscled, with piercing yellow eyes and curving horns. Her abdomen was chiseled, and where the curvy woman with darker skin appeared sensual in a smooth, sultry way, hers was a more brutish sexuality. She remained unsmiling, with a serious face, though her companion was grinning from ear to pointed ear.

Kingo felt his own lips split into a smile upon recognizing them. "Well, well! Jaisi and Loura. Didn't think I'd catch you here!"

Jaisi spoke, her near perpetual smile infectious. "Right? Dreg told us that you'd popped in to see Old Khren for a few minutes. I trust everything went well?"

The zebra nodded. "Oh, aye. Things went splendidly- I was on my way out now."

The more muscular, red-skinned woman's voice was huskier, more matured, than that of her companion. "A shame. I was hoping for that "round two" you promised me."

Kingo bit his lower lip when he realized that this wasn't just a mere social call. Of course his surroundings had him a little aroused, but being from a culture where sex and open sensualness was the norm, it had less of an effect. However, staring at their naked forms, their swaying, pierced breasts and soft womenhoods... There was definitely a rising tension in his loins, with the cloth of his desert garb visibly tenting. Kingo let out a snort through his nostrils. "...I would, but time is of the essence."

The red-eyed infernal idly slid her palm over one of her nipples, idly tugging at the brass ring piercing through it, causing the full thing to sway with a tantalizing weight to it. "Well, that's a mighty shame. I suppose Dreg might be available for some fun, then..."

For the first time, Loura's face split into a slight, yet still noticeable smirk. It was half teasing, and half knowing, flexing her core muscles. "Ah- Come, my dear." She said, pulling Jaisi in for a quick kiss on the lips, to which her darker-skinned lover reciprocated. "We'll find you next time, yes?"

The zebra nodded his head. "Oh, of course. Bet on it. Have fun until then!"

And thus, they turned to walk away, in unison. Their asses were something else. With each step, they jiggled and jostled, swaying to the rhythm of their padding feet. Every so often, there would be a gap where their agonizingly hefty buttocks would part just enough to see their eager netherlips. Loura's large tail coiled up and around Jaisi's darker-skinned rear end, cupping it, and even using the tip to slap it a few times. The other's tail did much the same to Loura's tighter, more taut, but just as appealing rump.

And it was all there for Kingo to watch, the two demons grinning at each other knowingly.

There was the sound of rapid hoofbeats behind them, coming closer.

Hook, line, and sinker.

A long, loud groan erupted from Kingo's lips, a hot breath of air shooting from his nostrils with a huff. He stretched his legs out, getting more comfortable in his seat, leaning back a little to give the two in front of him some more room to work with, spreading his thighs apart to reveal more of himself to them. His thick, turgid rod of ebony black zebra meat was now fully hard and rearing to go, as evidenced from the way it pulsed and jittered in the open air. Now naked, his strong body and even stronger erection were all on display. Situated a little off the main path, the three of them had literally decided to begin in public, not even bothering with such a thing as privacy. Kingo didn't mind, of course, especially since both Loura and Jaisi's tongues were lashing at the sides of his breeding rod, the spare drops of heady, virile precum he leaked being collected by their eager mouths with soft moans and kisses. They were doubled over, on their hands and knees before his sitting form, his almost forearm-thick stiffy quivering with the anticipation of being worked over by the two of them. Their eyes pierced his own, the grunting and huffing zebra's mottled, bloated ballsack churning and twitching under the strain of readying a load worthy of a stallion like himself. More people walked by all the while, with some giving the trio a glance, and others simply not paying any mind. Such a thing was the norm in this place.

Jaisi giggled at one of Kingo's little aroused whines. "Such an eager boy. To think, you're so young, too." She let out, her lips suckling at the mast of his member, dragging her tongue up and along the underside with slow, deep kisses. Loura's lips briefly met Jaisi's, and the two shared a brief kiss, as much as Kingo's rod impeded them. They included tongues as well, not sparing any part of the mouth that could work over the proffered breeding tool. Loura nodded her head, briefly diving below to get level with those woefully unappreciated nuts of his. "Yes, love. He's something else... Mfh, what a good boy, indeed."

Kingo grunted again, but this time, his entire body tensed as a rope of thick preseed shot from the blunted end of his equine member. Funnily enough, a large dinosaur-like man was actually walking by at that moment, and thus, received a healthy dose of precum across their chest and side. They merely laughed it off, but none of the three noticed the collateral damage his libido caused, a few droplets following after the spurt of preseed prior. The zebra's fingers tightened their grip at the ground and he let out a sigh, watching Jaisi and Loura's asses and tails swaying back and forth. They were each delicious, plush things. His hands found a new home, those large, burly mitts of his reaching around their sensual forms to grab handfuls of their asscheeks. He gripped and squeezed, plying them apart and clapping them together, getting a few pleased grunts and hums from his female companions. Loura, now, was situated at that blunt cocktip of his, her mouth pressed flush to the stupidly thick thing, trying to swallow as much as her lips would allow. She gave it an honest go, bobbing her head a few times, those glowing yellow eyes staring into Kingo's while she suckled on the flared head. Jaisi pat her lover on the back. "My turn!"

Loura pulled off with a loud, wet pop, a string of saliva still connecting her face and his cocktip. The red-skinned beauty responded by pressing her lips to Jaisi's plump, perfect cocksucking pair before leaning away, giving her friend the room she sought. Jaisi went to work, Kingo groaning aloud as her mouth took in the few respectable inches she could of his meat. They were moderately shorter than he, so the fact they were able to take as much of the abnormally large zebra's dick as they did was impressive. Both of Kingo's index fingers felt around under the pair's thick tails, in search of a certain something. He found them with ease, and prodded both girl's tight entrances, feeling at their delicate rings of lightly puckered flesh with a low hum. "Get it nice and wet," Kingo added with a huff of breath, "it'll be easier to put in."

Loura let a small smile creep up on her, both of her hands grasping at Kingo's needy balls and massaging them with an appropriate sort of reverence, before she kissed both of them with a suckle and a lick. "So soon? And here I thought we could milk you dry, Kingo boy."

The zebra shuddered, the tips of his fingers sliding into both Jaisi and Loura's asses almost at the same time, eliciting grunts and small whines from the both of them. Jaisi continuously worked at the zebra stallion's fat cocktip, with Loura's hands busying themselves at his more low-hanging fruit. "As much as I'd like that, I'm afraid time is still a concern."

Jaisi let out a muffled grunt before pulling away from his equine tip, gasping aloud, albeit with a huge grin on her face, a row of sharpened predator's teeth showing. "Then we'd better get to it. Which of us do you want to breed first?"

There was something about that word that really got him going. The reaction was visible- Even though their mouths stopped working at his now constantly-drooling, slippery-wet member, he pulsed as another rope shot out onto the pathway ahead of him. He let out a little huff, gazing over each bent-over beauty, biting his lower lip as he internally deliberated over his answer.

"I'd rather breed him, if y'don't mind."

The three of them turned their gazes to see none other than Dreg, standing and watching the affair unfold with crossed arms. The large, dark-furred bull of a man's eyes gleamed with an infernal red light, a grin plastered on his face, and a massive, black-colored hardon under a lightly portly, yet chiseled and strong stomach. His endowment was likewise equine shaped, Dreg quickly taking a seat next to Kingo. "Hey again, you two."

Jaisi was all grins as usual, and even Loura gave a smirk, both of them leaning forward to give him a kiss on the lips, to which Dreg returned, despite the fact that the women had Kingo's preseed smeared on the insides of their mouths. Kingo just grunted, but he also found a smile upon his own face. "I'm afraid I don't take it, my friend. I'm a much better giver than a receiver."

Dreg let out a snort of literal black smoke through his nostrils, one of his large, thick, and muscled arms wrapping about Kingo's wide, powerful waist. "Nfh, come now. You're not the least bit curious?" He hinted, cocking his horned head at his own pulsating prick, which leaked and dribbled with a curiously red-glowing string of preseed. "You've never wanted to feel another man take you like a woman?"

Kingo let out a laugh, his own arm letting go of Jaisi's ass to wrap about Dreg's shoulders. "I'm not Odah, funnily enough. I don't get worked up about that sort of thing like he does."

Dreg chuckled. "Odah was just as willing to reciprocate my advances, remember? You got to see the entire thing." The demon grinned. Kingo found this a bit in poor taste, given the zebra's culture, and was thus a little (low-key, but still) troubled that Odah was so willing to practice the taboo nature of being a full-fledged man, yet receive like a woman. It was something Kingo, aside from the culture he was raised in, didn't see the appeal. He reminded himself that Dreg was, still, a demon as he droned on. "I still wish you brought him along."

Loura chuckled. "Perhaps Kingo can spare a moment to spear your insides instead, Dreg. Maybe then that would shut you up."

Dreg laughed, one of his own hands idly jerking himself. "Oh, what I'd give to see the day!"

Kingo's eyes narrowed a little, but he let out a small snort through his flared nostrils. "Loura."

The red-skinned, serious-looking woman turned to regard the zebra, cocking her head as if to say "yes?" The zebra gave a smug smirk. "Turn around. On all fours."

Dreg and Jaisi both let out small hoots of excitement at the order. Loura stared at Kingo for a few moments, but then rolled her eyes. Despite this, she spun around on one knee until her tight, pert, athletic ass was aimed right at Kingo. He took each asscheek in one hand, gripping it tight and spreading it apart to ogle her nethers. Her tail raised up and over her own back, the demon looking over her shoulder at the zebra, a small smile on her face. She lowered her core, but raised her waist up higher, popping her ass out all the more as a result. The stallion's mast of meat came forward, sandwiching itself between Loura's rear with a low groan. The demon let out a very pleased sigh at the hot contact of flesh on flesh, Kingo having adjusted himself to be at attention on his knees. He'd take her like an animal. The blunt, bloated, and messy cocktip of his lowered further and further down until his crown met her velvet-soft, searing hot entrance. It was an easy task, applying the pressure needed to spear her. Thanks in part to being a demon, and thus only modestly bound to the rules of biology, his egregiously large prick was able to split her netherlips apart, eliciting a small squeal of delight from his crimson lover, and a long, drawn out groan from himself.

He worked himself deeper and deeper by the moment, watching as his own ebony prick disappeared into her stretched insides, up until his pulsing medial ring briefly halted his progress. "Good girl." Kingo grinned, letting out a huff as he slapped Loura's ass, causing it to ripple. The demon grit her teeth and mewled aloud, ending it with a husky moan. She looked back over her shoulder again, her knees shaking slightly. The smirk she wore had turned to a naughty, debased grin, showing multiple rows of carnivorous teeth. Kingo smacked her rear a second time, but his hand came to the base of her tail and then tugged on it, pulling up and toward himself, treating it like a leash. "See? Admit how much you wanted it."

There was a long, low growl from the woman, her core tensing, causing the pressure on Kingo's massive meat to increase in pressure and heat, making him spurt a massive rope of precum directly into her. He groaned a little, Loura spreading her thighs out further and backing up on his meat with a soft groan. Her voice was breathy and ragged- Such enthusiasm couldn't be faked, even from a woman who wasn't very expressive, as she was. "...Badly."

Kingo doubled over Loura, the woman's muscled and likewise powerful body able to keep him up. Her grasp on the ground tightened, even though Kingo's teeth bit into her smooth, heated neck. His lovebite accentuated a long, drawn out huff through his nostrils, his waist driving more and more of his prick into her beckoning insides, working past the medial ring. Eventually, he hilted himself inside of her, pushing down as much as forward, given his position above her. Both of his hands came to her swaying, dangling breasts, his fingers tugging on the hoops that pierced her delicate nipples. His legs and waist adjusted, rising from his knees into a sort of squatting position, and with this, he got to work. He pumped up and down, in and out, with viciously loud slaps of meat on meat echoing through the immediate area; His massive, leathery ballsack clapped at her thighs, properly balls-deep, dumping a full load's worth of precum inside of his mewling, whining, and shaking lover. Beside them, despite briefly having drowned them out, Dreg had Jaisi in a full-nelson, arms tucked around her knees and behind her head, leaving her ass bare and open, which was now being thoroughly fucked, her drooling honeypot glistening and dripping with her own feminine juices, being forsaken in favor of a brutally fast, viciously rough asspounding that made her squeal and shiver in pure delight.

Kingo wasn't able to keep up his lovemaking for an eternity, as much as he wanted to. Out in the open, with bystanders walking by or engaging in a little fun of their own, he took her like a hungry, needy whore. Her hands came up and behind her head, gripping the back of his strong neck. She shook and whined, sweat glistening across her forehead, Kingo panting with his mouth open and tongue lolling out while he rut her like a beast. Their bodies rocked in wordless ecstasy; His testes swollen almost a size larger than normal, due to his own eagerness to breed her thoroughly. His climax almost snuck up on him, as he wasn't aware of how close he was until his own prick swelled and began to pump virile cables of cream, directly into Loura's insides. He growled and let out brutish, powerful grunts, not even bothering to cease his own rough pistoning into her bare, stretched nethers. He fondled and groped her breasts, squeezing and tugging, massaging them with a greedy fingers, feeling every little bit of her sensitive flesh with them. The slaps of his crotch against hers grew much, much wetter, with his own load pumping forth from her too-full insides by the rope, gathering below them in a small puddle of cream. He finally hilted inside of his lover with a low series of panting groans, his knees shaking while the rest of his beastly load was deposited inside of her belly, though much of it leaked and spurt over his own member and her own twitching, shaking womanhood. She, too, had reached her own orgasm, her insides having convulsed on his rod too many times to count, her eyes glowing bright, as hazy with the mind-fogging influence of her climax as they were.

Kingo wasn't sure how long he and her remained hilted, letting his absurdly large-sized load pump into her, as if they were breeding, rather than conjoined for the mere pleasure of it all. Beside them, Dreg was grinding himself inside of Jaisi's thoroughly used ass, her tail squeezing at his waist, in order to keep him close and inside of her belly. Not that he'd choose to go anywhere else, given how the snorting, groaning bull demon hilted and began to pump load upon load of infernal, unclean, and lava-hot seed into the wrong entrance. But to Jaisi, it felt so right, feeling heavier and heavier with each second those nuts spent pressed up to her plush, fucked rear, spurting their load into her ass. She and Dreg shared in their wordless orgasm while Kingo and Loura came off of theirs, shaking and on wobbling, unsteady footing. Kingo's lower half collapsed and settled to the ground, pulling out of Loura ever so slightly, a few inches of swollen, black flesh exposed. She made up for it by sliding back into his lap, letting it fill her out properly again.

The two of them reclined back, with Loura letting out breathy moans. Kingo kneeled behind, using the grip on her chest to pull her up and against him once he was upright, still hilted and balls deep. His face pressed to her neck, his lips and tongue dotting kisses along her throat until her own lips met his. Their kiss was long and heated in their mutual afterglow, practically meeting tongues-first, lapping at the other's oral appendages with small huffs and pants. Their lips suckled at the other's, Kingo pulling free of her with a heavy, wet "schlorp", with an accompanying rush of seed that spilled from her and onto his prick and the ground beneath. He let out heated breaths, his chest rising and falling, his breathing as ragged as Loura's, likewise drained both of stamina and in his ballsack, now hanging low and feeling just a little lighter. Their lips separated, with the zebra's teeth tugging at Loura's a little. The red-skinned demon let out the slightest chuckle before letting their lips meet again in another, smaller kiss. She whispered to him, near-breathless, with a wide grin on her face. "Good boy."

Dreg, likewise, had pulled free of Jaisi's rear midway through his climax, the bull intent on painting her front an off-color, oddly glowing red. She had her mouth open as ropes of the stuff splattered on her stomach, chest, and face, getting the odd bit past her lips to swallow. Loura and Kingo, now at ease, watched the other pairing finish their own fuck, the strands of the demon bull's seed abating after several more seconds had passed. This left all four of them panting, sweaty, and very pleased.

Loura ran a hand through Kingo's mane, brushing his scalp like a woman would caress a large pet, before planting another kiss at his lips. "I knew you'd enjoy it."

Kingo let out a grunt, pressing his lips to hers again, an idle hand gripping one of her breasts, and the other cupping her delightfully toned ass. "Because you were torturing me with the sight of this fucking thing, yes."

"Oh, hush." She said, licking his cheek, staring at him with those smug, yellow eyes of hers. "You needed this, and so did I."

Dreg chuckled. "That was fun, gang. We should do this again sometime."

Jaisi just gave a woozy grin and a thumbs-up, her ass gaping and spilling seed, as pleased as punch. Kingo's comment was confident. "Can do."

The clean-up had taken longer for him than expected, as hazy-minded as he was, in the aftermath of his orgasm. Normally he'd pace himself and last longer, but he didn't want to be tied up with the other three all day. It was still dusk "outside", as much "outside" as he was while in The Downstairs. It made scrubbing the dirt and semen from his fur all the more bearable, at least. Beside him, others were doing the same. Eventually, he was finished. He donned his travel clothes once more, stepping up to the same entrance he had used. It knew where he had entered from, and would take him back. He tried his best not to let the sights and sounds of countless couples and groups in mid-intercourse distract him. He didn't need to be walking through the streets of Alamshihal with a gigantic boner showing through his clothes.

The trip through the enchanted exit and up the stairs gave him time to recover, which he was thankful for. The bar he had entered through was now busier than before, now that it was properly dark, instead of mid-evening. The bartender lioness was still there, serving drinks to the lions and others that had come in for refreshments. The zebra emerged from the other side of the enchanted entrance, passing through solid stone. With all the commotion, it seemed no one noticed him materialize in the corner of the bar.

He and the lioness bartender locked eyes. Hers shone with a mischievous twinkle. For a second, he thought they gleamed a tone of red that didn't exist in the bar, but he wasn't sure of that. He gently brushed people aside to make his way to the bar top, smiling at the feline. "I believe you have something of mine I'd like back."

She nodded. "Two things now, actually. Give me a moment."

And thus she disappeared behind the cloth flaps separating the barroom from the kitchens and backrooms, emerging a few longer moments later. His familiar tetsubo was draped across her arms, but on top of that was a long, paper-wrapped sheath, with a slightly raggedy blade hilt exposed at the top. The other patrons moved to give her space to hand it back, all of them staring at the sheer size of the unfamiliar weapon. He once again strapped it over his back, and then took the sheathed blade, discarding the paper. It looked like a plain sword, but he used a thumb to push the guard an inch out of the sheath. Sure enough, a tiny bit of red light shone back at him, and he let it fall back into its home. He nodded to the lioness, gave a polite bow in thanks, and began to make his leave, turning toward the exit.

Above the din, her voice called out to him.

"You gotta do that to me sometime, sweetheart."

Kingo blinked, turning back to regard the lioness with a puzzled expression before it clicked in his head. He chuckled and rolled his eyes. "If I'm the area, then we'll see. No promises."

She openly licked her lips, biting them a little at him for show. "Don't be a stranger, now. You do that."

And so he would.