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Chapter 1: Meeting

Rapid footsteps moved down the wooden corridors of the Inn. The young Tabby cat ducked and weaved between patrons and fellow employees with ease, a bundle of towels in his arms; it was his last chore of the day, to replace and wash the towels in the rooms on the East side of rooms before he could go out into town for the afternoon. It'd be his first time in a while due to the seasons' change bringing in more patrons than usual.

The feline stopped before one of the aforementioned rooms and knocked against the wooden beams that covered the door, square grooves covered by a thick paper-like cloth that gave the occupants their privacy and modesty.

"Sir or Madam, I am coming in!" he announced before sliding the door open.

As expected, there was no sign of anyone currently in the room, though the remnants of their stay were apparent: glasses and bottles on the floor, used towels on the bedding, the doors to the balcony open with bedding on its floor as well.

He sighed.

All the rooms were made in the same way: two thick mats on the wooden yet padded floor to sleep on, with a closet full of extra bedding and pillows to the right of the door (or the left, depending). It was spacious enough for sleeping and gatherings but not much else as the Inn offered dining and washing facilities separately for groups of people to commune in, though some could ask to be served in their rooms. A balcony was available for this side of the pagoda-style building as it showed the beautiful view of the valley in its entirety.

"I bet these were the rowdy customers that left this morning," the feline told himself with a sigh, placing the towels on top of the small table to the left of him. "All right, just speed through this Caspian and you're home free," the feline, Caspian, told himself.

With a good amount of speed and vigor attributed to his species and youth, the young cat made quick work of the room, picking up the trash and dirty bedding and neatly piling it up outside the door for the maids to deal with while he replaced everything inside the room with the clean extras inside the closet, humming all the while.

As he finished smacking the dust and dirt from one of the thick comforters, Caspian's ears twitched as he very clearly heard a grunt and the sound of a door opening. A quick turn told him that he was still alone in the room he was cleaning, so his eyes turned to the wall facing the room to his right. He wasn't surprised in the slightest that he could hear anyone from the other room as most of the rooms of the Inn were made of wood and thick paper and if some weren't careful they could be heard doing anything and everything in there.

It also helped that he knew how to listen and listen well, having lived here all his life.

"I shouldn't be able to listen to them this well though," he thought to himself, looking about the wall separating his room and the other curiously.

"Set them over there." He heard a deep, authoritative voice say.

"Yes, Master." Was the reply he heard from a younger voice.

Intrigued, Caspian continued to look for the source of his good hearing, both frustrated and excited at the idea of what he could come across.

Curiosity has always been a feline trait after all.

"How long will we be here for, Master?" Asked the younger voice, the sound of shuffling cloth and metal clanking making the tabby's ears twitch.

"A few days at best, we have made good time, and I hear the rice wine here is delicious." The deeper, older voice replied with what Caspian thought was amusement in his voice. "And I do believe I saw a contemporary of mine here, it wouldn't do to miss paying them a visit."

"If you say so, Master, just please, think of me when you decide to drink yourself into a stupor," more shuffling was heard and the Tabby's mismatched eyes frantically looked down and up the wall, frantic in his desire to see who these two were. "I do not want to have to carry you back here from the inner section if I don't have to."

A laugh rumbled through the wall and Caspian couldn't help but purr a little, oh but that laugh was heavenly.

"I am always thinking of you, young one." Was the sultry reply.

"Oh...Oh!" Caspian's eyes widened, his paws clutching his chest as he realized what he'd just heard.

And then his eyes finally caught it - a split in the ceiling, between the beams and the roof, which provided a gap between the rooms.

Thinking quickly, the young feline jumped as nimbly as he could up the wall with the help of a nearby table, his claws digging into the old wood and thankfully finding purchase.

"Come...on..." he grunted as he tried valiantly to get his whole buddy up and over the beam, finding that it made a convenient nook for him to crawl in and through.

"Master...now?" the sounds of shuffling increased as Caspian got closer, the beam he was on putting him just above the beds that were behind the wall he'd just been in front of.

"Always, cub, you know that..." the older male rumbled, and the tabby quietly gasped at finally putting eyes to the voice - it was an adult dragon. He had a long snout and whiskers protruding from it, his hide was thick with fuzz in a deep blue color, hair surrounding his face, chin and scalp, making it look like a lion's mane in a burgundy. He was muscled in all the right places: thick chest, arms and legs that were on easy display as the dragon's apprentice - and lover - had probably removed every piece of clothing on him as they spoke.

The apprentice for his part was a black bear - older than Caspian to be sure but much younger than the dragon. He couldn't tell much as the bear was crouched between his Master's legs, his black, large paws rubbing those inner thighs, the dragon's head falling back with pleasure as the apprentice knew how to please his elder.

Caspian pulled back as much as he could, not wanting to be caught by the dragon opening his eyes in the throws of passion. His eyes were glued at the action below, however, due to his current position, the dragon's broad back covered his apprentice too well, the feline had to bite his lip and close his eyes as he beheld the wet sounds of slurping and sucking, the sounds of what could only be the bear gagging on his Master's dick.

His body was warm and electric, his long tail was curled around one of his legs, trying desperately to not get caught. Caspian opened one eye and dared to look down, with both eyes opening wide at the sight of the bear's head appearing and disappearing between his Master's thick legs, the elder rubbing and playing with his chest - his nipples he suspected - while the younger choked on what he expected to be an impressive cock.

"You've learned well, Hansen, so well," the dragon grunted, putting one large hand on his apprentice's head and keeping him firmly close to his body.

Caspian desperately wished to see more, to see the bear choke and fight his Master for air - with his tear-soaked eyes looking up and at the dragon who seemed to enjoy how his younger ward fought him. He seemingly did not demand total submission, yet the bear still lets Master do what he wished. He could recall too many nights of selfish masters and their mistresses and wards running in and out of the Inn.

The sound of a loud gasp and intake of air brought Caspian back to the present, he gulped hard on his own as he saw the bear, sprawled out in the middle of the floor, giving the cat a better view. The bear himself was toned, with his own set of pecs, arms, and legs. They looked strong, sturdy, while his master's looked plush yet powerful. The feline bit his lip as he could easily see the dribbling and hard tool the bear sported, it had escaped the confines of his loincloth and had made it completely irrelevant. The bear's member was painfully hard, the foreskin pulled taught as the blunt head shined with precum, the balls low and fuzzed with black and brown.

Caspian tried hard not to swoon - to fall and give himself away now would be detrimental to him.

"Mas...ter...you..." the bear, Hansen, coughed, eyes shut tight as he heaved.

"Won't be claiming you too harshly this day, my Apprentice, would be remiss of me to tire you out before the evening," the dragon said, then stood, the feline tucking himself back a bit more as the dragon walked and loomed over his apprentice.

A sigh of relief and pleasure escaped the dragon as he crouched in front of his apprentice, and Caspian could only imagine as he buried his cock deep down into the bear's maw, his own eyes stuck like glue to the muscled back of the dragon, watching as those leg and glute muscles moved with such strength so as not to hurt his ward. Forward and back, deep and slow, he moved - burying his cock into his apprentice's wet and warm maw.

Not being able to help it any longer, Caspian's paw dove into his own white loincloth and he palmed and tugged at his member, pulling at the foreskin to cover the head over and over as he watched. The dragon's tail swung and rose, and the feline's imagination could only fill itself with thoughts of going down there and shoving his muzzle into what could only be a musky, strong, thick rump and puffy hole, giving that dragon a deep and thorough tongue bath while he fucked his Apprentice's skull.

He could also see those black bear paws fight - the claws dug into his master's thighs, hind leg and glutes, trying to push and pull him at the same time. The bear's cock stood ramrod, straight and at a slight curve, dribbling more and more cum as he was used and abused, twitching and thrusting upward as the bear fought and moved his legs and feet up and down.

"Good lad," the dragon growled, before suddenly - to Caspian's surprise - sitting down, right on Hansen's cock.

The bear snarled as his cock disappeared inside of his master, the sight of a bouncing, pink cock the only thing Caspian could see from the dragon as he rode his apprentice.

Faster and faster his paw moved, the feline couldn't believe the sight in front of him, the large dragon fucking himself with his younger lover's cock, the bear's claws digging into the wooden floor as the weight of his master kept his lower body pinned to it. Hansen tried to speak but couldn't through the delirious pleasure, simply moaning, grunting and growling every time his Master rose and descended. Caspian ached to echo him, now flush on his back on the wooden beam, he looked as well as he could below while his paw tips kept stroking his cock furiously, the mess of his fluids and the sounds of wetness and skin slapped in the room.

Caspian closed his eyes and listened and smelled - the deep grunts of the dragon mixed with the huffs of the bear, the smell of male musk and sex, the thrill going down his spine of spying such a heated, sexual and hidden encounter - all of those mixed into his senses, their passionate sex enveloping him.

"M-Master," Hansen choked out as the sounds of his orgasm filled Caspian's ears.

"F-Fuck!" The dragon cursed, the feline managing to stare as the dragon sat his backside deeply into the bear without actually crushing him, the dragon's fluids flying over and on his apprentice in copious amounts, making a mess of a floor that the feline would surely be cleaning soon.

For his part, Caspian silently shook and mewled, his toes curling as his most powerful orgasm to date rocked his body, the mess of fluid staining his paw and white loincloth, the coppery taste of blood also filling his mouth and heightening his orgasm as he tried so hard not to be caught.

"My, it seems I overdid it despite promising not to wreck you, young one." he dragon chuckled.

Eyes shut, the trespassing feline could only hear shuffling and padding - the Master had surely moved his apprentice and was cleaning up, and Caspian's mind yelled at him to get out before he was utterly ruined by the dragon's anger; surely, such a thing would not be looked upon kindly...

"Did you enjoy yourself, young one?" he heard the dragon ask.

Really, really closely.

Caspian's eyes widened and he looked to the side, the dragon's amused and curious muzzle right next to his.

"Eep!" Caspian actually squeaked, blushing madly and staring, wide-eyed at the bigger male.

"Not to worry, I'm not going to harm you," the male said soothingly, watching as the feline's mismatched eyes trailed down his nude body, chuckling as the cat gasped at how he used his long, long and strong tail to lift himself to the rafters where he hid. "That is quite the story to tell actually, will you come down and join me?" he asked.

And while he knew it was framed as a question, the glint in those deep jade eyes told a different story.

Get down and join him, or else.

"Y-Yes, sir." Caspian squeaked.

"Good lad," the dragon replied.

The feline held his breath as the dragon made to move away, but then his nostrils flared and he was looking curiously back at the cat. Slowly, a large paw moved closer and closer to Caspian who shut his eyes in fear, but then a tug of his soiled paw was all that happened and he gasped in shock/pleasure as a long, thick tongue cleaned it right up.

"...Mmm, yes, yes, definitely come on down kitten," the dragon rumbled, his paw coming again to clutch his chin. "You are one of the boys who work here, yes?" He asked.

Caspian nodded.

"Bring me a drink as quickly as you can, and if it isn't an inconvenience...do not clean up," he added the last part with a pointed look at the feline's soiled crotch and Caspian couldn't help but shudder and nod, his tongue lost in his throat. "Do you need help getting down?" the dragon asked as if suddenly remembering where they were.

His mind and body finally in agreement, Caspian shook his head and scuttled out and to his side of the room and wall right before the dragon's eyes. The elder male simply watched in bemused surprise as the cat disappeared, the sound of padding and a door opening and closing the only thing that told him he'd been there.

"Well, this trip will certainly be an interesting one." the dragon said to the empty room, looking down at his peacefully sleeping ward with a smile.

---

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy fucking shit," Caspian's mind yelled as he ran towards the central structure and the canteen.

That voice, the scene - everything that just happened would not leave his mind. The young cat's heart kept hammering in his chest as he avoided everyone once more to arrive at his destination. He felt as if those burning dragon eyes were still on him, the desire to go and get rid of his shame was high, but the command in that voice was greater.

He was both excited and fearful of it.

"Caspian, stop running around!" he heard the Head Maid yell and he did stop in his tracks at that - no one ignored the woman and lived. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?" the albino tigress asked.

"Customer asked for a drink, and a, um, chat," he replied, looking down at his toes and blushing hotly as the woman's eyes zeroed in on him.

And then he heard her nostrils huff and cursed internally.

"Who is this customer who _dares_soil you?" she snarled, and oh boy he did not want to picture how this would go down.

"I-I dunno, no idea, all I know is he is a dragon and has a black bear apprentice," he blurted out.

He looked up at his mother-figure and saw her go still, blink, then huff.

"Figure," she muttered. "Get him the rice wine with the red label, the medium bottle, and the sweet cakes, and tell him that if he so much as makes you pour any other or more fluids, I will castrate him myself, got it?" she hissed at him, muzzle to muzzle, finger prodding at his chest.

"Y-Yes ma'am," Caspian stuttered, eyes wide and confused.

"And use my name when you do, all right?" she added before gracefully storming away.

"...I have so many questions..." the feline said to no one before making his way to the canteen and kitchen to fetch the items he'd been told to bring.

"Just who is this dragon..." his mind asked.

"Hey shrimp, did you finish your rounds?" Another voice jolted the feline from his thoughts and he looked to see his Handler, a rather rough and large Panda.

"Yes sir I did, well actually no, you see..." the cat babbled and stopped as a giant paw raised itself to stop his tirade.

"No excuses Caspian, I told you that once you finished you could..."

"Yes, yes sir I know, but, I'm bringing something to a guest of Min's and well,"

"A guest of Min's? That could be any one of the patrons here, I'll take care of..."

"No, no sir, please, it's okay! He asked for me!" Caspian exclaimed, suddenly excited as it finally clicked and dawned on him that a dragon - a dragon - had asked for him.

Never mind the sex he witnessed and was somewhat a part of.

"He asked for..." the panda looked the feline up and down, and Caspian flushed, his paws settling his white uniform of a small, short kimono-style shirt and the loincloth underneath it (which he'd had to try and fix without, well, going against his order). "...you are not yet part of those services, by mine and your agreement I might add," he growled.

"No, no, sir, I...it's not like that! Just...please let me go? I can take my day off some other day, you don't have to pay me any extra, please?" he begged, not wanting to be stopped any further from his trip to the kitchen and back.

The Panda's eyes bore down at the feline and Caspian would not back down, staring right back with his mismatched eyes.

He was stubborn and they both knew it.

The panda sighed.

"Fine," he agreed. "Who even is this patron?" he asked.

"No clue sir, all I know is he is a dragon with a black bear apprentice and that Min promised to castrate him if he hurts me," he replied with a shrug.

And very much like Min, the panda silently mouthed his words, blinked, then sighed.

"Of course it is," he muttered, waving the cat away. "Just go, and tell him I said not to wreck the place," he added tiredly before shuffling away.

"...okay, seriously, who is this guy..." he mumbled to his boss' back before turning and walking towards the canteen and kitchen.

Not wanting to lose any more time, Caspian greeted and moved around guests and ducked behind the serving area to find what he needed, having to quickly and meekly explain to the cook that it was an order for a guest of the Head Maid, lest he simply be kicked out of the kitchen without his order.

"If I find out thisss isss another one of your tricksss, I will declaw you, underssstood?" the snake-man of a cook hissed at him, snapping his fingers and providing a tray with the aforementioned food, sweets and a helping of dumplings. "Get out of here." he griped.

Not needing to be told twice, Caspian resumed his never-ending romp through the Pagoda, not knowing he was the cause of the whispers and laughs about the Cat Who Hurried Everywhere.

---

"Come in," that deep voice rumbled once more and Caspian gulped, sliding the door open.

As was the custom, the feline was kneeling with his head to the floor as he served his patron, the tray of food and drink in front of him.

"Here is your order, sir," he greeted, waiting to be told to enter to move.

That deep, hearty laugh made him shiver again.

"So formal, Bryce has trained you well," the dragon rumbled from inside the room, the feline trying not to claw nervously at the floor. "Come inside kitten," he finally said.

Slowly and deliberately Caspian got to his knees and then stood, keeping his eyes to the floor as he picked the tray up and closed the door behind him. At this periphery he could make out the cloth and leather bags the men carried and had tossed to the side, as well as their clothing - his nose couldn't help but pick up the myriad of scents in the room, the scents that he had devoured while up above and he nervously dug his toes into the floor, not knowing if to move, flee or dive into it all.

"You can drop the formalities kitten, as I said, I wanted to speak to you - and I bet you are dying with curiosity yourself, am I right?" the dragon said, a smirk to his voice that Caspian did not like - he'd heard that joke one too many times.

He finally raised his head and he gasped.

The dragon sat in the middle of the room, his nostrils emitting smoke freely as he dragged a breath from a long, ornate pipe. The reason for the gasp, however, aside from the sight of the big male from up close, it was that he was still nude and not bothering to hide it, one leg crossed and tucked close to his body, the other one simply resting forwards, and the way the crossed leg was allowing the male's hefty balls to lean over them, the golf-sized orbs inside the low sack seeming to roll lightly as he stared at them, the slit above them was closed, however, the opening barely visible. And of course, that memorable tail was simply resting behind him, next to the resting leg, the spine and tail of it full of that fluffy, crimson-colored fur.

"Have you had your fill, kitten? Would you like me to flex for you?" the dragon asked, smoke billowing from his mouth as he spoke.

Both of them were shocked at the quickly uttered "Yes" that escaped him.

Though Caspian was more shocked that the dragon simply acquiesced and flexed his left arm, the muscle of his bicep undeniable.

He gulped.

"Good to see there's some fire in that belly of yours," the older male replied with a laugh. "Come now, I will not invite you a third-time kitten, for all that you've amused and intrigued me I am not one to deal with shyness and indecisiveness for too long," he warned.

"He's right you know, you never dawdle." his mind supplied and Caspian took a step forward.

"Ah, but, if you are going to sit with me and enjoy my company, you will join me," as his last words left his smoking muzzle, he pointed at himself and then at the feline's clothes and had to cut the urge to laugh at how the kitten's tail and cheeks puffed up.

"So very interesting," he couldn't help but think.

"Allow me to finish up then, sir," Caspian bit out.

Finally padding closer to the male, the feline set down his tray and presented it to the dragon - he poured him a generous amount of the red rice wine into a ceramic goblet, put down the sweets in front of him and opened the tin of dumplings, all of these close to the dragon's curled leg, and all of this with the urge to stare and poke mounting.

Damn, but they were some hefty balls.

Not waiting another moment, Caspian took off his shirt and folded it neatly on his tray, then took a steadying breath and slipped off his loincloth with a deft claw, only to have it snatched away from him by the dragon's deft paw.

"What...?" he yelped, watching as the dragon sniffed deep from the soiled cloth and gave it another lick, those eyes closing as he seemed to savor both of them. "...That's...sir, um..." Caspian stammered, at a loss with how arousing and, well, unhygienic the sight was.

"Let's have a look at you then," the dragon suddenly rumbled, eyes boring down at the feline.

---

"He definitely has the Potential," Tyrus thought as he stared at the small, young and twitchy feline. The kitten looked remarkably unremarkable: topped with golden fur and a white underside and belly, no extra hair on his head except a tuft of fur sticking up between his always swiveling and pointed ears. A toned and wiry body built from running and lugging items all day with only enough food to fill him with energy. His privates were exposed, much like his young Hansen's cock and balls, but of course, not as well developed.

"I should really ask him his age..." he thought, his eyes catching to the defiantly curious face of the feline and his mismatched eyes: one blue, one an amber color. "Anuntapped well," his mind added.

"I have to say, I'm surprised to find a lad like yourself here," he finally said out loud, tucking the loincloth between his legs and not hiding his amusement as the kitten's eyes traveled with it, looking at and then away at the package he sported. "What is your name, kitten?" he asked.

"Caspian, sir..." he replied, sitting on his knees across and in front of him finally, staring at the food in front of him and then at his own face. He couldn't help but grin as he did, taking another drag of his pipe. "And yours, sir? People here seem to know of you," he added.

"Do they now? And who are 'they', exactly?" he asked back, chuckling internally again at the puff of those cheeks and long tail.

"Min and the Boss - Min said to say that she would castrate you if you let any more fluids flow out of me, she also told me to bring you these exactly," Caspian said, still staring at the dragon in the face.

And Tyrus couldn't help it then - he laughed. He laughed loud and hard, putting his pipe down lest he smash it into the ground in his shocked glee.

"Oh but he's a spit fire - to tell me what they had said without an ounce of censorship." he marveled at that and grinned at the feline, who tucked back into himself with a blush, a small smile on his muzzle.

"My name is Tyrus, young Caspian, it is my pleasure to meet you," Tyrus replied after he let out the last of his mirth with a sigh, placing his tail to the feline's face for him to take.

Both of those paws wrapped around him and he shook them, the kitten letting out a small laugh as he shook and squeezed the strong appendage in greeting.

"How old are you, Caspian?" the dragon asked, lighting his pipe once more.

"I'm soon to be nineteen summers, sir, and yes I know, I look younger, it's my unfortunate height," Caspian replied and quickly interjected, eyes firmly still on the tail in his paws, pads gliding over the fur of the spine and the end of it, eyes wide with wonder.

"Who were your parents, Caspian? How did you find yourself here?" with another breath of his smoke, Tyrus asked, letting his own magic be weaved into it and his voice, allowing him his answers with much more ease.

Was this cheating the other of his will to answer? Maybe, but usually those with no reason to lie or withhold truths from him had no reason to resist.

"I don't know sir, I grew up here it feels like." The feline replied neutrally, as if asked before and not really bothered with the answer. "My parents died long ago in a remote village, I can't remember if it was Knights, Raiders or Monsters who destroyed my village, all I know is that one day I was sleeping soundly and the next I'm looking at Min's face," he continued, letting the tail rest on his lap and his eyes found the dragons' again, the stare of the elder intent on him. "What did you mean 'find someone like you'?" he asked.

Tyrus grinned.

"You look a tad famished there Caspian, would you like a dumpling? I admit, they are not my favorite choice of food beside these sweet cakes here, so you can have a dumpling or two if you wish," he replied instead, taking a cake in claw and taking a bite from it. "Exquisite as always," he hummed.

"..." Caspian sighed only a little, knowing and recognizing a dodge tactic when he heard it but his stomach was not going to protest any as he plucked a warm dumpling from its bowl, put it on a plate and began to eat it. "Hansen is your lover and your apprentice?" he opted to ask first.

Tyrus almost bit his finger at the question yet managed to take the cake and nothing else. He was not expecting that question.

"You're quite right kitten, he is both my precious one and my student," he replied and he felt those eyes move over to his ward, snoring away on his cot, his body exposed but clean from their previous exercises. "We have been together for a long time, I have been his everything for that length of time," he said, turning to look back at Caspian. "Much like this place has been to you." he added.

"I'm so jealous." Caspian's mind whispered, seeing the look of adoration on the dragon's face made his heart both skip and clench in his chest. He put the dumpling down as his mood soured a little, his paws finding that soft tail once more. "I've seen that look in the married patrons, or some of the girls who are head over heels with some of the returning visitors, people usually look at me like a nuisance...or like nothing at all...I thought..."

"Are you all right, kitten?" that deep rumble brought him out of his thoughts with a snap. Caspian focused on the finger on his chin and followed it up towards the dragon's whiskered face, seeing his face looking at him with concern.

"I...I'm sorry, just...thinking how nice it is for you is all," he managed to say, squeezing his paws against his lap as a stubborn tear left one of his eyes. "He's really precious to you."

"That he is, I would kill for that boy," Tyrus replied, wrapping two fingers around the kitten's chin and making sure his focus was on him. "Yet here is this adorably spirited kitten who dared to intrude in our private time, whom I find myself fascinated by and wish to get to know," he said and while the sadness did not leave the boy entirely, it did bring a small smile to his muzzle. "Will you indulge this old dragon, hm?" he asked.

Caspian nodded.

"Now, let me tell you the story of how I learned the particular skill of lengthening my tail, I did promise after all," he added.

The joy that one line sparked in the other filled him with a pride he'd only felt once before, and it burned, and it burned comfortably.

---

Caspian laughed around his third dumpling as Tyrus told yet another fantastical story of his journey with his apprentice through the lands beyond the Inn. The story of his tail had indeed been one that had him riveted: borne out of a need to help his charge when he was much younger.

"I would have lost him had I not simply found the ability to do so within myself, there are so many things lost to my kind, so much knowledge and skills, that even as long lived as I am, I still feel like a hatchling with what I continue to learn of it."

Now he was simply recounting a trek through a town where the maidens had been wanting to metaphorically devour Hansen, and Tyrus had done nothing to stop them.

"What did he do to make them stop?"

"Why, he grabbed the bar man's rather stiff and too serious nephew and turned him into a puddle of fluff on the floor, if there is one thing my dear one is good at, it's his use of tongue." Tyrus admitted with a wink and a whisper, causing Caspian to snicker and blush.

And still, Hansen did not stir.

The conversation lulled into silence and it felt surprisingly comfortable, and Caspian could admit he'd never felt lighter. While living in the Inn afforded him no shortage of work and stories to find and tell, the amount of friends he had were slim, as everyone else was much older than he was or the ones his age simply did not seem to want to bother with him.

Yet this man, this dragon, was happily sat here with him eating cakes and drinking rice wine with him and telling him stories. Naked. Something he didn't even notice much anymore despite his appreciative and wandering eyes. The dragon was finely cut, and he could now see his darkened nipples and scaled chest - his blue, thick fur was not scaled but leathery, yes his chest and stomach and undersides were all a smooth, thick scale.

"Doesn't that mean that...they're sensitive?" He'd asked between stories, pointing at the hefty balls that were still wafting their musk his way.

"And we learned the hard way the need to cover them well," was Tyrus' simple reply.

As much fun as he was having however, he either needed to find the root of this meeting, or leave.

And he desperately did not want to leave.

"Sir, why did you smell and taste my cum? It couldn't have been as good as those cakes for you." he finally blurted out, stuffing his mouth with the remnants of his dumpling and watching with a little bit of satisfaction as the dragon choked on his cup of wine.

Always good to keep others unbalanced.

"I do believe tact is not something you've been taught, eh kitten?" Tyrus asked when he could finally breathe.

"Min is as tactful as a hammer with a nail, sir," he replied.

Tyrus snorted a rather smoke heavy snort.

"That woman is as blunt as ever, good to see her art is being passed down," he muttered, mulling over the answer in his head.

"You didn't mind me watching you pleasure your apprentice, to me seeing you both so exposed,"

"And you enjoyed it, didn't you kitten? It thrilled you to see us, thrilled you to know you were doing something so improper, hm?" Tyrus interrupted and rumbled, leaning closer to the feline. "I can still smell it on you kitten, the arousal you felt was hot to my senses. Yet, I did not notice you until we'd all finished, until Hansen buried his seed inside of me and I made a mess of his fur and this floor," he added.

They were both nose to nose now and Caspian desperately wanted to bury his paws into that thick, red mane that the dragon sported, his cock was twitching madly between his legs and his tail curling and unfurling madly behind him.

"What would you have done I wonder, if I had decided to fuck my charge as be wanted, hm? Would you have found a better view to watch me spear myself inside of him? Or did you enjoy how I took him for myself?" Tyrus continued asking, his eyes aglow and his smoke filling the kitten's senses, his pupils blown with the lust his words were causing. "Tell me kitten, what did you want of me, of us?" he asked.

And Caspian could feel it on the tip of his tongue, to blurt it out and tell this large, powerful and dominant male how he wanted to worship him in the most bestial of ways, yet, he knew some types of men hated to debase themselves to it.

"Yet he handily and happily fucked himself silly with Hansen's cock, yeah? He's not like other men," his mind supplied.

And yet...

"I'd like for you to tell me why I'm here, sir," Caspian replied, and was only slightly bemused at the incredulous shock in the dragon's face, a deep exhale of his ongoing black smoke filling the space between them.

"You..." Tyrus said, staring at the kitten and then chuckling. "Yes, yes..." he mumbled to himself.

Caspian froze and closed his eyes as he saw that giant paw get closer to him, he shivered and squeaked as it closed around his torso and pulled him. His paws and claws dug into the fuzzy yet thick hide of that paw yet they did nothing as he was dragged up and placed on the dragon's extended leg, the fingers curled around him.

"I do believe before my stay here is complete, I shall be leaving with one more companion," Tyrus announced and those mismatched eyes opened in shock to stare at the dragon.

And that stare made Caspian's breath hitch, his stomach drop and his heart skip.

"W-Why...?" the feline asked. "Who?"

"If I tell you why you are here, will you finally indulge this old dragon with an answer to his question, kitten?" Tyrus asked and let his fingers rub at the sides of the feline who unconsciously burrowed into his side.

Caspian nodded eagerly.

"As you know, we dragons are a magical species - we come in a myriad of shapes and sizes and those differences also give us a mastery of very different things. One thing we have in common however is our ability to recognize, shape and absorb magical energy," Tyrus began, adding more of his mix of herbs into his pipe and blowing on it, clearly showing the feline how his breath ignited the leaves.

"This means that we can recognize Potential - the potential for magic," he added, taking and savoring a long drag of his pipe before locking eyes with the feline. "That is what I savored of you kitten, I only expected the sweetly bitter tang of youth from tasting you, but imagine my surprise when I also savored the spark of magic hidden in it, hidden in you," he admitted.

He was expecting the feline to bolt, truly he did - just not that quickly.

Tyrus' tail whipped out even quicker however as Caspian managed to slide the door only a little bit before he was caught, his tail wrapping around his upper body in a tight but not bruising grip.

"Please, please no, please, sir, please," the feline babbled, tears pouring freely from his eyes as he shook in the grip of the dragon's tail, Tyrus standing tall and moving to close the door to their room. He renewed the symbol he etched into the frame with a claw however, wanting to make sure that no noise was heard by anyone who passed by, thankful to the kitten for having peeked on them before to tell him they could be easily overheard. "Don't..." Caspian hiccuped as he moved closer, terrified.

Tyrus knelt.

"Now, now kitten, why all these waterworks? I have just told you that you have the Potential for a marvelous gift and ability, why are you suddenly so terrified of me?" he asked, and truth be told it hurt a bit to be seen as such a monster from one so young and inviting, he'd had such a wonderful time with him thus far.

"P-Please...please don't eat me sir, please, just let me go," Caspian gasped out, eyes shut tight.

The feline squeaked as he heard a hard thump and dared to open one eye, the dragon had heavily sat down across him, brought closer by the tail that trapped him.

Tyrus' eyes were wide with disbelief and shock.

"Young one, who...who _dared_utter such a shameful thing to you?" Tyrus growled, the last of the smoke billowing from his nostrils sparking with flame.

"All kinds come here, scholars and historians and war veterans, they tell stories, they brings books...they tell of the old war, the one fought by the dragons of the south and," he gulped. "One of them told the story of how one dragon devoured the mages who challenged him to grow stronger and stronger, using their blood and life force to do it, until he was killed by a mage who sacrificed himself by ingesting a deadly poison," Caspian recited, the story burned into his head with how vivid and dark it was; he was only slightly ashamed to admit that it'd been his favorite one.

Tyrus sighed.

"And to think such an old story is still known today," the dragon huffed, understanding the feline's fear entirely, now. "Caspian, look at me." he said, unfurling his tail from the feline slightly, smiling softly as the cat dug his paws and claws into some of it, hugging it to his body.

Those lovely mismatched eyes stared back, wet with tears, still wary. It was a heartbreaking and beautiful sight.

"It is true that my ancestral brethren did this, as I said, we are magical folk, we absorb and grow with and because of magic, so beings who are powered by it strengthen and hurt us in kind, but sweet one, I am not here to eat you. I never intended to eat you, any and all devouring that I shall do to you will be with your consent and only to provide you pleasures of the flesh that your young body will not have yet known," the last was whispered with a rumble and a promise, a shiver running through the feline telling the dragon that his words had hit their mark. "No Caspian, I invited you here because I wanted to know of you, to see if this urchin of a lad would fit in with me and my dear one. I've been looking for a mage companion for years, and you being so young means I can teach and mold you to the best of your own Potential, if you'll let me that is." Tyrus admitted, sitting back in silence.

Caspian did not utter a word however, and Tyrus was getting antsy. Why wasn't he talking?

"Can I go now, sir?" he suddenly asked.

And fuck him and his cursed mouth.

"I...yes, yes of course, I did not intend to keep you for too long today," the dragon replied, noting how the sky was slowly darkening.

"Thank you," Caspian said in gratitude, letting that tail go and watching it as it shortened and fell at its master's feet.

The feline moved back to his shirt, slipping it on and tying it securely, making sure that his bottom and front were covered seeing as his loincloth was seemingly nowhere to be found. He felt the disappointed eyes of the elder follow him as he picked up his tray, the empty bowl of dumplings and cakes but left the one mug and remnants of wine for the dragon to finish up.

He turned - and oh, he looked so disappointed...

"...you will be here a few days, won't you?" Caspian asked, Tyrus nodded. "We can speak more then, another time?"

"I would like that kitten," Tyrus replied with a smile and the one he received in turn was gratifying.

"All right then sir, I'll return when able," he told him.

Picking up the tray and making his way to the door, Caspian tried not to shake or stumble on his way, his mind running a mile a minute at all he'd just learned in such a small space of time, and yet...

All he really wanted right now was...

Tyrus sighed as he heard the door open, not too keen in wanting to watch the feline leave at the moment, plans and ideas discarded and moved in his mind.

A small touch brought him back.

"Ye-oomph!" Tyrus blinked and chuckled as the feline leaned up as much as he could and brought him close by his whiskers, feeling small whiskered lips and a tongue against his own.

A bold one to be sure.

"Good night, sir," Caspian said with a grin before taking his tray and speeding out as quickly as he came, the dragon tasting the boy against his chin.

"Yes, definitely bold," Tyrus rumbled.

The dragon stood up tall and stretched, letting his limbs take up as much as room as they could before relaxing. His eyes found his snoring partner and he chuckled, nothing and no one could awaken his Hansen after he was done with him.

"What do you think then, dear one? Will he come with us? Will you welcome him too?" he asked the slumbering bear, placing a kiss on his brow and smirking as the ursine clutched his pillow tighter.

Tyrus moved to the balcony to finish the rest of his wine, the kitten's loincloth resting on his leg, his thoughts on magic, mages and the morrow.