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Kas blinked at the shadow puppets. Ears flushed hot and pants noticeably tighter after the show. In between the craft of the puppets, Sulbor's storytelling, and likely some magic, he'd felt as if he'd been there to witness their... interaction firsthand. "So..." he coughed and tried to adjust himself without making it obvious, "Was that the truth?"

"Yes," Sulbor's tone was sharp and short. "Every last word exactly as it was recounted to me by Vale himself." A glass clicked on the table, "He's still there you know. I believe they are about to have their second brood. Vale was talking of setting up a farm I believe."

Ears shot up, "Second brood, but she was a dragon and he..." Kas whipped his head around to look at Sulbor and immediately looked away. The bard was reclined in his chair, eyes narrowed as one of the ethereal servants serviced him. The wide muzzle of the ghostly lizardfolk readily encompassing the male's member. Dark, pulsing length only just visible through its head as the tongue swirled about the cock. All while Sulbor continued to pluck away at the strings of his instrument.

A quiet groan interrupted the musical humming."Is a druid. Very skilled in the natural arts. I have seen him bring barren fields back to life. Call rains down on a drought-ridden landscape. And yes, even see to it that a farmer's livestock was able to be fertilized after they lost some." Another throaty groan, "I believe he enjoys the companionship of larger females for the most part."

The bard opened an eye, then the other. "Ah, am I making you uncomfortable?" Kas nodded quickly, "Apologies, but telling the stories as I do, well one grows rather worked up as well." His throaty rumble lifted, "Be a dear and put that away for now. We can finish shortly."

Kas watched from the corner of his eye as the spectral servant put away the male's privates. Tucking them tenderly into his trousers. All before rising and exiting silently. "I... ah...sorry."

"It's entirely fine." The dragonborn stretched with a groan, "And using them in such a manner is really an elaborate form of masturbation. They are magical constructs, shaped by my will and memory." He stretched with a slight smile, "I've been in other mansions where the servants are just blank shapes, vaguely humanoid. Others where each has their own personalities and drives. It depends on the one who cast the spell." Ending his stretch, he set his instrument aside and stood, "I assure you that you'll find mine rather nice. It takes a bit to get used to them being transparent as they are, but I have taken pride as a storyteller to make most seem more than just a projection. But if you'll excuse me, the hour is growing late." He gave an exaggerated bow, "In the morning, we can have breakfast and I can teach you a little of swordplay."

With a flourishing whip of his clothes, the dragonborn strode from the room. Kas' ears reddening as he thought about everything that had been revealed to him in such a short time. As well as the lingering thought about the dragonborn's member. He knew that sometimes guys pair off back home for some innocent relief. Sometimes calling their mutual fun sword play. Was that what Sulbor was expecting from him? Was he entirely against it?

Fuck he was tired.

Making his way back to the room seemed to take an instant. Kas mumbling to himself as he undressed and looked at the bed. He was wary about sleeping on what looked like a bed of woven branches. Sulbor wouldn't put him in any danger would he?

Branches creaked and the bed rocked ever so slightly, vines swaying as he neared it. Ears perking as he pulled the covers back. Humming quietly to himself before easing into the bed. And immediately dove underneath with a heavy sigh. He never knew a bed could be this comfortable. Muscles aching and twitching as he lay back. He took a breath, picking up the scent of cedar and pine and other natural things, but carefully crafted to compliment and not overpower.

No sooner had he lay back than the lights dimmed and vines fell about the bed. Staring upwards, he heard the quiet sound of night animals and insects. Except the natural cacophony seemed slightly organized, rolling together into a natural form of music that made him feel like he'd be able to drift off so easily.

Except every time his eyes closed, the story came rushing back to him. Mere moments after the bit of theater and he found it hard to tell if the puppets had been detailed or if something with Sulbor's particular brand of storytelling. He felt as if Cidreal's scent had been seared into his nostrils. Face still warm as if he'd been an observer as the druid and dragon had coupled so vigorously. His nose twitched as he shifted under the covers. Those soft covers whispering over his bared privates and plump sheath.

A quiet growl lifted from the wolf as he squirmed before simply tossing the covers back. On a night like this, there was always a great option for how to wind himself down so he could rest. The growl turning into a quiet groan as his thumb played over his chisel tip.

No sooner had his hand started for his privates than a voice whispered form beyond the screening vines, "Would you want some help with that?'

Kas jumped and snapped the cover to hide himself. The shadowy form of one of the servants waiting beyond the vines. Instinct told him to tell it... her? To just leave and he'd be okay. Though Sulbor had seemed comfortable enough being serviced by one. The bard having even compared it to masturbation. His father had warned him constantly about laying with a woman and taking that risk, cause if something did come of it then he'd be married to the gal.

But these were constructs. More than that, he was insanely curious about how it would feel. "Okay. Well... please?" he pushed the blanket back to reveal his plump sheath and peeking member.

Vines rippled as the ethereal wolfess moved onto the bed with him. In the dark, it was hard to tell that she was somewhat transparent. Harder still as she curled by his side. Muscled form tucking against his. Fingers delicately stroking his sheath. Tongue circling his tip and drawing a breathless gasp from the wolf as he arched towards her.

She pushed his sheath back with her muzzle, letting his cock ease past teeth and over tongue. Kas' ears falling back as she worked him slowly. Her tongue curling around his cock and darting about it slowly. Certainly enough to make his member twitch and start to swell.

The wolfess pulled back after only sucking him for a few seconds. Warm, bare thighs sliding over his hips. Kas arching towards her, "What's your name?"

Her body was warm, inviting. Fur whispering against his bared member as she knelt. Slick folds rubbing against his spire. Teasing him for just a moment as she ground her hips against his. Strong hands ran over his bare stomach and up to his chest slowly. "Don't have one." Kas watched with rapt fascination as she lifted, reaching down to line his chiseled tip against her folds. She stayed there, poised on the cusp of penetration, "If you want, you can give me a name." And then she slid herself down his length with a smooth roll of her hips.

Never before had he been so distracted in his entire life. It was hard to even think of his name as her body rolled against his. She felt solid, and heavy against him. Chiseled muscle rippling under her hide as she shifted against him. His cock fully sheathed in her depths. Solid as she looked and felt, he could just barely make out the shape of his member within her depths. That dim light just barely trickling through her form.

"Skuld," he gasped, arching towards her. Hands falling to her hips and kneading over her magically formed flesh.

Both her hands fell to his chest as she arched over him. Lifting her hips ever so slightly, "Interesting name,' came the breathy gasp as she dropped down on him. Her eyes narrowed as she bounce don him, hips clapping off his. The wolves arching and pressing into each other. "Do you want to see?" she murmured down at him.

He barely nodded, caught up in everything that was happening. The lights coming up the moment he'd nodded. Not fully, but enough that he was able to get a better look at her.

Watching in lustful admiration as her form jiggled over him. Rear clapping off his groin and breasts bouncing with each lift and drop. Her color a deeper, stormy gray, trailing to a lighter hue along her belly. Form just the far side of being muscled. Age and lifestyle having softened the edges of what might have been toned muscle at one point.

Beautiful though she may be, there was still something oddly disconcerting about being able to see the canopy and skies through her. Even more so when he looked down to see the outline of his cock as it began to swell within her. Knot growing thicker by the moment. Ethereal wolfess rocking her hips, grinding against his base. Kas starting to whimper and whine as he arched towards her. While he'd never been with a woman, he had taken his own hand many times. Now, feeling the magical mons stretching about his girth, there was only one way it was going to end.

Kas arched with a low, throaty howl as he finished. Knotted length pulsing as his seed fired into the immaterial servant above him. Hips jerking with each spray as his seed painted her walls. The wolfess humming peacefully over him as she smiled. Petting his chest slowly as he rode out his finish.

"Better?" she asked as she lay down atop him. He nodded with a huff, pressing back into the soft bed with a moan. "Then rest and sleep well."

Sulbor was already at breakfast when Kas made his way down there. The dragonborn writing something with one hand while carefully picking his way through grains and fresh fruit. "Good morning," he rumbled. "Did you sleep well?"

Kas couldn't help but wave his tail as he looked over the veritable feast laid before him, "I don't think I've ever slept that well before" Piling his plate high, he took the offered tea. "Bath was great again and," he plucked at his shirt, "I don't think my clothes have ever been this soft.

"Good. I had fun designing that room." Sulbor looked over his glasses at the wolf. "Nice to see you enjoyed some company last night as well."

He nearly choked on his tea. "Skuld told you?!"

Scaled brow arched just enough to show a slight amount of surprise as well as a silent question. Oh dear you gave her a name? Will have to keep an eye out to make sure she's not pregnant." Ears jumped as Kas stared at him, "Well, you named a magical construct, that changes the rules that they operate by. She's now fully sentient and her own creature now. So she could very well..."

The dragonborn trailed off as the wolf's expression dropped further with each word. "Naturally, I am just jesting with you." A wiry smile crossed the bronze male's lips. "And no. While I could have them observe and report on everything you do, that would be rather rude. However, you are a male wolf in your..." he looked over Kas again, "late teens to early twenties. Considering the tale I told last night, I would have been surprised if you had abstained." Another sip of his drink, "After you finish, I can teach you some about how to use a sword. Mind you, I prefer a long blade, not a great blade so what I can teach is limited."

Kas let out a relieved sigh. The burst of sound raising another perked brow from the dragonborn. "Oh..." he coughed, "I, uh..." his ears fell back into his damp hair, "Back home I heard a lot of guys talking about," he did his best to gesture and hint at what he was wanting to say, "and they meant that..."

"Oh." That simple word spoke volumes. Sulbor looked at him again and sipped his tea. "While you are rather cute in that rugged, rough farm boy way, you are not ready for what I have to offer. Get some experience under your belt and there's a solid maybe there." Sulbor looked over Kas again and hummed, angling his head. "Yeah, a definite possibly there."

What a strange response. Kas just blinked a little, "Um, thank you." Least he thought he was grateful for it.

Breakfast was over fairly quickly, Kas making his way through the mountains of food like a starving man. All while his partner continued some idle conversation while writing. No sooner had Kas leaned back then the cool eyes lifted. "Ready for a little training, or do you think you need a moment?"

Kas leapt to his feet so fast that he nearly knocked over the chair, "Please! If you can teach me anything I'll be happy to learn."

Sulbor chuckled and motioned for him to follow. Leading the way to one of the dining hall's walls. As he approached, the wooden panels opened up to reveal a tight spiral staircase going down. Ears perked as the wolf followed on his heels. Both winding their way deeper. The stairs opened into a massive room. Light pouring from glowing squares on the ceiling, casting a cold glow about the room. Target dummies stood about the room with various weapons hanging off the walls. Some Kas knew, but others were exotic, the wolf unwilling to hazard a guess at those.

"Now," Sulbor's voice fell flat in the grand chamber, "I would ask to see your skills, but I already know you are lacking." Ears fell back as his step slowed. The dragonborn marching briskly up to a dummy. "Your first lesson is how to swing a blade."

He nodded as a pair of servants approached. One holding Kas' blade and the other a similar sword. Metal sang as the bard drew his blade, "What training do you have?"

"Um..." Kas started nervously, "Sharp parts go in the other guy." He felt himself wilt under the hard look the bronze make gave him. Sheepishly drawing his sword. Perking instantly at the gleam of his freshly tended to weapon.

Sulbor let a sigh whisper, "Oh dear, both better and worse than I had feared." He watched as Kas' expression lit as he saw the sword. "I took the liberty of having them polish, sharpen, and re-wrap the handle. I keep such supplies handy. Never know when some mending is needed and they hardly weight anything of consequence." He cleared his throat, "Though back on the topic of training. It means you won't have any bad habits. While I am not versed in the use of a great blade, I did spend some time this morning studying on its use. The principal guides many blades. It is the finery that varies from one to the next. Come here."

Kas hurried into place where Sulbor pointed. They worked through the stance, Sulbor spending several minutes having Kas shift on spot until his stance was to the dragonborn's satisfaction. "This is your root, do not let anything break it." The bard winced slightly as he gripped his own blade, adjusting his grip and muttering to himself. "Step into the swing and plant yourself. Do not force the swing either. A sword is a tool just as any other. Allow it to do its job. Put too much behind it and you'll hurt yourself or go off target. Do it right and..." He stepped in, foot coming down with a firm stamp. Polished blade whistling through the air, the dummy, and down. The stick and straw arm clattering to the ground. "Reset." His feet fell back exactly where they had been. "And again." Another strike, another missing arm. Reset. "You are not striking the target. You are striking through it."

Passing his sword off to servant, Sulbor lay claim to a wooden blade. "Now, your turn. Lift, step, stomp, strike." Kas nodded and started to swing his sword up. Immediately taking a tap from the practice weapon. "Grip is too tight. Relax it. Reset and try it again." Nodding, Kas shuffled back into position. The dragonborn's hard gaze leaving to him shuffling and shambling for a moment before he found the same stance. "Now your grip is too loose." The wood blade rapped off his knuckles, "Tighten with those fingers, relax these."

And thus their morning passed with Sulbor drilling Kas. Always correcting his stance or how he gripped. Voice firm, but not harsh. When Kas would get something right, the smile the older adventurer gave him brought a smile to the wolf's lips. Sulbor kept a sharp eye on him, calling for breaks when it looked like the wolf was starting to wear down, only to gently urge Kas into continuing.

By the time Sulbor called a halt to the lesson, Kas was certain that his arms were going to fall off. The dragonborn motioned for him to stop, one of the servants offering a cool cloth scented with something minty. "Apologies, I forget how hard I tend to drill myself."

"It's fine," Kas slumped against the wall. "Should see me around harvest season." He offered a quick smile, groaning inwardly at how many different parts of his body hurt.

"Hmm," came the pensive noise as the dragonborn reached into a jacket pocket. He retrieved what looked to be a locket, but upon pressing the catch revealed itself to be so much more. Kas' eyes widening in awe as a miniature landscape popped into view, complete with sun, clouds, and numbers floating in the air. "It's approaching lunch. We could linger a while more, have lunch, clean up, and head out, though that would put is back in Keld towards early evening." He heaved a sigh, "I am loathe to stay there for the evening." Another noise as he looked over the wolf, "Why don't you grab yourself lunch upstairs while I make preparations?"

Kas' ears perked at the mention of lunch, "Sounds good. And Sulbor? Thank you, you didn't have to do any of this."

Sulbor flashed a slight smile, "No I didn't," he clicked his arcane timepiece shut.

As things turned out, Kas was able to take his time with lunch. Sulbor vanishing into his private quarters for some times. In fact, it was so long that he dozed off. Coming to with a start as a hand touched his shoulder. "Apologies," Sulbor hummed, "that took longer than anticipated." He angled his head to a servant, who had Kas' pack and belongings all ready. "Shall we away?"

Kas gladly took his repaired pack and followed the dragonborn out. "So what happens to," he waved his hand back at the mansion.

"It vanishes. It lasts for an entire day and will simply vanish. When I need it again," he tapped a gloved finger to his temple, "I remember everything about the mansion and what lies within." Outside, the bard stopped to peer upwards, "Might be rain... troublesome. Ah well, seeing as how I delayed our departure, only fair that I speed our travel."

He sang a few words that Kas couldn't make out, each one feeling as if they were made of the wind itself. He tapped the wolf with a gloved hand and something jolted through his form. "Now," the bard squared his shoulders, "follow my lead. Simply think about where you want to go and," he lifted off the ground, jacket billowing behind him as an unseen wind carried the bard towards the canopy and out into the open air.

Kas had to lift his jaw, "He can fly? He can summon a magical house, of course he can fly." Looking down at himself, he tried to hop. Then run and leap. "Um... Up?"

Sulbor watched with mild amusement as the trees shook. Branches cracking as the wolf exploded from the treetop. "Well," he mused as Kas cartwheeled before him, "You certainly have a strong willpower. Now, with a little less gusto."

Flying was easier, and yet harder, than it seemed. Though once he got the hang of it, he found himself enjoying the freedom. A wide grin plastered on his face. Sulbor returned the smirk, the dragonborn almost reclining in a seated position. Idly strumming at his dulcimer as they flew through the skies. Always keeping an eye on his companion less the wolf crash into a hillside.

With the ability to merely bypass the hills and curves, it was only a short while before the bard lead them to the ground. Sulbor gracefully setting down. Kas less so, the wolf skidding and having to run a few steps. "Came in a little fast," he grinned sheepishly.

"You get used to it. So, how do you want to do this, Casimir?"

Now that caught him off guard, "What?" He looked towards the store then back to Sulbor, "Why me? You're the one with more experience here."

There was that hum that he was getting used to. "I am, but you want to be an adventurer." He nodded towards the door, "You want experience then there's a handful of ways to get it. The question becomes, how do you want to handle it?"

So many things were running through his head right now. Should he lie, tell the truth, demand something more? Gods above, his head was staring to reel and he hadn't even gone through the door yet. From the sound of it, he'd been taken advantage of pretty hard when he went out. Now he was both angry and scared about what to do next. If only...

A thought made his ear twitch. "Sulbor?" The dragonborn hummed, "What would you suggest I do?" Lips curled into a wiry smirk.

Kas stared at Sulbor as he followed the dragonborn out of town. The bard continued his ever-present humming as his fingers danced over the strings of his instrument. It'd been a couple hours since their arrival, Sulbor having opted to stay inside while the rain beat down outside. Which had been unspeakably awkward for Kas. Especially considering the way the dragonborn had laid into the fox shopkeeper.

The strumming stopped, "Is there something wrong?" Sulbor glanced sidelong at his traveling companion.

Ears twitched back, "No... yes... I don't know. Wouldn't it have been better to lie to him?"

"I detest lying. Better to be brutally honest and let someone know precisely where they stand." Kas' head dropped a little as he thought. Nose wrinkling curiously as he saw the water ripple around Sulbor's feet. It took a few steps for him to notice how the ground itself dried and cleaned just before the dragonborn stepped. Keeping his boots completely dry. "Better for him to know that his daughter is beyond his reach, but with time and repentance maybe he could see her."

They continued forward, Kas occasionally looking down to the mysteriously dry boots. Something magical in them or was it Sulbor doing some sort of magic? It seemed like a waste if you asked him. "That I understand, but what about everything else in the tavern?"

A quiet hum, "Perhaps that was a bit far, but do you disagree that the village should know how badly he was swindling people? Granted, he is the only store within miles, but sending someone ill-prepared into the kobold warren with naught but moldy food and leaking lamps?" His head tilted ever so slightly, "Though perhaps calling them a bunch of slack-jaw mouth breathers was a touch far." Sulbor took a breath and looked sidelong at Kas, "Are you still willing to travel with me?" Kas nodded, but there was a hesitation. Sulbor drew a deep breath and let his fingers dance over the strings again. "I still mess up but I'll start again," his voice rose, deep and soulful. The dragonborn's tail swaying in time as they crested a hill, "I keep falling down, I keep on hitting... FUCK!"

No sooner had they crested the hill than the pair hit a slick patch of mud. Kas going flat on his ass, the gunk sucking about his hands and feet. Sulbor's arms pinwheeled as he tried to keep upright. Which only made matters worse as his foot slipped, dumping the dragonborn onto his side. Large male tumbling down the hill ass over tea kettle. Slamming into a tree and not moving.

"Sulbor!" Kas called out, skidding down the hillside as quick as he dare. Skidding and slipping the whole way down. "Sulbor, are you okay?" Boy that would be an ill omen. Start his adventure and his mentor, a well-seasoned and powerful traveler, killed by a slick patch of mud.

The dragonborn still wasn't moving as he skidded up, nearly slamming his knees into the other male's back. "Sulbor!" Kas grabbed the dragonborn and pulled him over. Sulbor was staring, wide-eyed and breathing hard. He stared beyond Kas for a moment before blinking and slowly looking over his mud-caked form. "Hey, are you okay?"

Mud-caked hands shook as the dragonborn looked down at his filthy form. "I..." he blinked, "I... am absolutely filthy." Sulbor moved very slowly, wiping gloved hands against the mud-caked jacket. The dragonborn's eyes widened as his breath started to quicken. "H-have I ever mentioned ho-how much I hate b-being di...dirty?"

Each word made the wolf more worried. "Uh... Not yet? Can I do anything to help?"

Sulbor nodded his head quickly, "Hands..." he reached for Kas' hands, took a breath, and with a mutter the mud fell away from the wolf's hands. "Good, now, rear pouch," he twisted to point at one of the mud-caked pouches strapped to his tail, "Reach in there very carefully and grab some chalk. It'll be sparkling." He shivered as the mud ran under his clothing, 'Do not get any mud in there or I'll be at it all night, cleaning."

Confused, but obedient, Kas did his best to keep the mud out of the pouch. Finding one of several sticks of the sparkling chalk. His eyes widening slightly as he drew it out, seeing the array of colors. "This?" he offered it.

"Yes!" Sulbor gasped out, "I..." he took a breath and tried to steady himself, "I do not know about you, but am rather weary of nature and desire a very hot bath." Snatching the chalk away, he began to mutter. Tracing several sigils in the air before slamming his hands together. The chalk shattering into a dust that began to drift about them.

Kas nodded very slowly, "I mean... it's kinda early but I wouldn't mind getting somewhere?" His ears perking curiously as the dragonborn continued to chant.

Hands twisted sharply, the powdered, glowing chalk shooting out to form a circle about them, "Good, then we are agreed." A few more words, each one forming into a bluish-green symbol that drifted from his lips. Sulbor's hand lashing out to shove Kas squarely in the chest.

Or it felt like he was being shoved. The entire world spun and lurched about him. Kas was certain that he was being shoved down into the mud, yet he didn't move. The world about them went dark, blurring as some sort of black and gold mist swirled about the pair. Magic, powerful magics, whirling about them with a madness only matched by the wild-eye star of the dragonborn.

Kas' ears popped and he was slammed into the ground. Breath being driven from his lungs. Except it wasn't the ground. It was... wood? Wheezing, he rolled his head around, spotting rough-hewn and smoothed board floors, scarred tables, and the low light of a tavern.

"Oh... Oh!" an accented voice lifted, "Sulbor, you surprised me there." Kas groaned as someone shifted. "And you have friend with you. Hello, Friend." Without a word, the bard stood from his half-sprawled position, turned, and marched towards the stairs. "Uh oh..."

The voice's owner drifted into view, a vixen whose silver fur bore hints of black so dark it was nearly blue. She cast a look over the sprawled, muddy Kas and the mud-laden footprints, "What happened?"

"Ah..." Kas stood slowly, utterly confused as he looked about the tavern. "I don't really know. We were just walking around talking. We slipped on some mud, he took a bad fall and then he..."

The vixen lifted a delicate hand, "Oh dear, give me a moment." She heaved a dramatic sigh and lifted a finger. Pointing upwards, her lips moved but no sound came out. Her head angling ever so slightly as if listening to someone before she muttered again. Then a sigh and nod as her hand dropped, "It was the mud. Sulbor... well I'll let him explain later if he wants. Short answer is he hates getting dirty." She looked at him with wide open, smoky gray eyes. "Do you need help? A horse trough maybe? I could certainly clean you up myself."

"Ah... sure? I could go rinse off, but..." he looked at his boots, which were absolutely caked in mud. If his mother saw him in this state, she'd have hauled him to the river and threw him in herself.

The vixen followed his gaze, "Oh dear yes. Do not move or Gerti will have a new wolf pelt for her wall." She waved a hand towards the rather impressive array of pelts on the wall and draped between rafters. "Here, hold still." She stepped in and uttered something. Dark, shadowy tendrils extending from her fingers to brush over his body. Kas' fur bristling as a chill washed over him. Watching out of interested fear as the mud was removed from his body. "I am Garnet LaCroix."

"Casimir. Casimir Grey." Looking over the vixen, he took in as much as he could. Her exotic coloring, only enhanced by a dress of smoky gray and black. She was shorter than he, head barely coming up to his chest, but there was something about her that just felt dangerous. Something he couldn't quiet put his finger on. "What are you doing?"

Head tilted up towards him with a too-wide smile that showed off a lot of pristine teeth. "Simple spell, something a great many casters know. It can't do much, but it works miracles for cleaning up small messes." She leaned in, lacy gloves gliding over his shirt. The vixen stepping closer to him as she used her magic to clean his clothing. "Farm boy?" He nodded, starting to become keenly aware of her warmth. Though there was something about her. Something that he couldn't quite put his finger on. A bit of oddity beyond just how attractive she was.

Before he could find out more, heavy steps thudded down the stairs, "Isla, what the actual fuck is going on? Why are there muddy prints all over the floor? And what the fuckity fuck do you mean by, 'There's an emudgency, we have another stray?"

The vixen huffed, "It's Garnet!"

Kas twisted as a figure stormed down the stairs. Another dragonborn, copper of scale, wearing well-worn leather and cloth. Scarring twisting her face into a permanent scowl, a leather patch covering one of her eyes. The female dragonborn leaned her head back and snorted. "Well that explains the stray." Her gaze dropped to the muddy tracks, "Large feet...caked in mud, lost looking wolf. Tell me, were you traveling with a tall, bronze idiot that likes to play music?"

"Yeah, I was traveling with Sulbor and..." The dragonborn female spun around and stalked up the stairs. "He went that way..."

Garnet gave his chest a pat, "Don't mind Gerti, she's brisk but has a good heart. Here, sit down and tell me everything that happened." She nudged him towards a rather sturdy looking chair. "Sit and I'll get us cider, cider sounds good doesn't it?"

He was about to agree that it did sound good when the heavy tread thudded down the stairs again, "Do not get him cider." Gerti marched across the room with a sigh, rubbing her muzzle. "He's in full melt down so it'll be this evening at least until he's sorted. I should know better than to send that fool out by himself. Always dragging strays back without a word." She caught the way Kas was sinking into his chair. "I'm not mad at you, just annoyed at him. Stand up and let me look at you."

Kas did as he was asked, standing nearly the same height as Gerti. The dragonborn looking at him with a hum, "Big one this time. Certainly a little rough. This yours?" she pointed at the sword that lay on the ground. "May I?"

What in the hells was going on? He just nodded, "Yeah... what's going on? Sulbor and I were just walking and talking. He slipped in some mud and now..."

"Shush," Gerti rapped his nose with a finger. Picking up the blade, she hummed and hawed, turning it around. "Well, do you have any particular attachment to this sword? Family heirloom, bloodline magic, gifted by someone on a death bed?"

Rubbing his nose, "Yeah, it was my Grandfather's, he was a solider." Gerti's sharp laugh cut him off. "It's all I have." He pinned his ears back.

Gerti's expression softened, at least as much as it could. "Not laughing at you, Kid. This sword is a joke is all. Get in a real fight and it'd snap in half. Might have been local militia or something, but no real soldier would dare use this. Your bag too?" Kas nodded, watching as the copper dragonborn just upended the pack on the table. "Pack's good, serviceable at least." Planting a hand on her hip, she clicked her tongue for a moment. "Tell you what. Isla," the vixen started to say something, "Garnet, is that better? Go take our stray to the store, get him a standard kit. Then take him to Hendrix for a new sword. Let them know to bill me, and I'll put it on Sulbor's tab."

She started to walk away then stopped. Her eye narrowing as she looked at the vixen, "And for gods' sake girl, blink!"

Garnet's eyes widened, "Oh! I knew I was forgetting something." Her head bobbing as she put real effort into a blink. A shy grin crossing her features as she leaned towards Kas, "Always forget about that." She offered her delicate hand, "Come on, lets get you geared up and I'll explain on the way." Blink.

What other choice did he have at this point? Kas took the hand and followed her out, "I am so confused right now."

"You get used to it," Garnet supplied, nearly gliding beside him as she lead the way out into a brightly sunlit street packed with people. Voices crashing down about them. Merchants calling out prices, performers singing and putting on small plays, and people pressing all about. "So what do you want to know first, Casimir?" her voice clear despite the chaos about them.

There were more people in this one street than he felt like he'd seen in his entire life, "Um... where are we?"

"Castlaran."

He nearly stopped where he stood, jaw hanging open. Only Garnet's gentle pull kept him moving. The vixen sparing a look back, blinking, and then reaching up to close his mouth. Fingers softly brushing over his jawline as she did. "We... we were in Keld!"

Garnet blinked again, the motion seeming strangely stiff, "Keld, huh? That's a good few weeks out by foot. Teleport is much better than marching the whole way, though you do lose out on the sightseeing." Keeping a hold on his hand, she lead him through the streets. "Can't wait till I'm powerful enough to get to that level of magical use." She jumped a little, looked at him, blinked, and continued on.

"You okay?"

She nodded, "Yeah, just something else weird about the magic and all. Don't worry about it." Waving her hand, the vixen looked about before, "Here," and practically yanked him through a doorway. "ZED!"

A rather weary looking hyena looked up from an open crate. "Hey Garnet, Zed's dead." Digging into the crate, the teen rummaged around before pulling out some items to stock up onto the shelves, "At least that's what he said this morning when he came in. What'cha need?"

Garnet danced behind Kas and shoved him forward, "Need gear for our boy here. Gerti was saying standard adventuring kit." She tugged at his pack, helping him pull it off before tossing it over, "Load it up and bill her." Kas started to say something but Garnet was already pushing him, "Just have it shipped off to the Respite!"

Kas tried to dig his heels in, but the vixen had both hands planted in the small of his back. He did manage to get his heels dug in enough to stop, but only when they were outside. Leaning back, he looked over his shoulder as she put her entire weight into shoving him. "Shouldn't we stay there?"

Still trying to push, the smaller vixen looked up, "What for? It's adventuring gear, they've got your pack and know where you're staying. Nothing really has to be fitted to you, nor do you need it immediately." Rocking back, she planted her hands on hips and narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you going to let me keep pushing you, or we gonna keep standing in the doorway?"

Ears perked slightly, "Couldn't we just walk?"

A heavy sigh rang out, "I guess."

Falling into stead beside him, Garnet hummed a haunting little tune to herself as she wandered on. "So how did you meet up with Sully?" Kas gave her a questioning look, "Sulbor, but don't call him Sully. He hates it. That's why I always call him Sully."

"But if he hates it, why call him that?"

Garnet twisted her head at an odd angle to look up at him, "To remind him that no matter how powerful he is, he's not above some friendly teasing." She grinned, "Least that's what Gerti says." She twisted her head back, "Here we are. The Howl'n'Scale. Preferred smith for adventurers that can't find a place that's better."

She led the way to a building bearing with a simple sign. A hammer stylized as a wolf head coming down on a scaled anvil. Garnet darted forward and pushed the door open, "Sandy, Marcus? Gerti has a new guy for you guys to outfit."

The interior of the shop was brightly illuminated through large windows. Armor and weapons hung from the wall. And behind the counter was a shockingly familiar wolfess.

Kas froze, eyes widening as he saw the wolfess. It wasn't just his imagination either, she looked exactly like the ethereal wolfess he'd been with the nigh before. A wide grin plastered on her muzzle, "Garnet, so good to see you again, Dear." She rounded the counter and swept the vixen up in a hug. The smaller female squeaking as she was hefted from the ground by the force of the hug. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me Sandy," she nipped one of Garnet's ears and squeezed a bit tighter.

Garnet wheezed, "But... you... look like one..."

Setting the vixen down, the wolfess kept her arm around the vixen's shoulder. "This the newbie?" She reached out to press his jaw shut, "What's with that look there?"

Kas' cheeks went hot as he laughed, "Ah, just thought I'd seen you somewhere before." He stuck his hand out and put on his best smile, "Casimir, but folks tend to call me Kas." Heavens, it was harder than he thought to look her in the eye and keep up the smile. Though what could he do? Just come up and say that Sulbor had a ghostly copy of her that he'd fucked?

"Sandram Hendrix." A rough, calloused hand clapped into his and gave it a shake and squeeze so hard he was certain she was gonna snap something. Her eyes focused past him to the sword on his shoulder, "Ooh boy, guessing this is why you're here?" She held her hand out in askance.

More than happy to think about anything other than the prior evening, he handed the blade over. Hendrix humming as she pulled it from the sheath and looked it over. Twisting and turning it about in the sunlight. A frown creasing her features, "Well good news. The sheath is pretty good. We'll give you a discount for that." She clicked her tongue a few times, "Think I might have something good for you." Hendrix turned and barked, "MARCUS! GET YOUR SCALED ASS OUT HERE!"

Someone thudded about in the back room before a heavy form filled the door frame. It was once again a familiar shape, broad scaled muzzle and large, muscled frame. "Ya?" the creature grumbled in a deep, quiet voice.

Hendrix waved a hand towards Kas, "Gerti wants him outfitted. Do your armor magic, big guy." She threw the sword into a barrel full of broken and bent weapons. "I've gotta find him something better than that pot metal piece of memorabilia." Her tail swayed as she rolled broad shoulders, "Which means I've just gotta close my eyes and walk into the shop for that." She slapped a hand over her face and marched through a door. Followed shortly by the sound of metal clanging.

The reptilian male approached, looming over Kas, "Come, pup." His deep, thrumming voice shaking Kas to his core, "We'll get you dressed up all fancy, Ja?"

"Are his hands gentle or what?" Garnet leaned forward with a smile plastered on her face. The vixen's tail swaying behind her slowly as she cradled the cider.

Kas perched on the edge of the seat gingerly, "I guess you could say that." He shifted slowly and muttered under his breath, "Never been fitted for clothing or anything like that before." He tilted his head slightly, "Do they always get so... up close with that string?"

Ears flapped, Garnet nodding with incredible vigor, "He had to get your measurements and he's very proud of his work. The man can work wonders with stitches. I've never seen finer work." Her gaze drew distant as she brushed fingers over her gown. She looked at Kas with wide eyes, blinked, and chuffed, "You were squirming a bit, that's why he snapped at you."

Literally. Kas' heart hammered in memory of how those heavy jaws clapped together, grazing his nose in the process. "Never had a guy's hand up that close to my..." he trailed off from using a more crude term, "Parts."

Garnet nodded with a hum, bracing her elbows on the table as she sipped her drink. After the measurements were taken and they chatted with the craftsmen, they returned to the tavern. Neither Gerti nor Sulbor were anywhere to be seen. A handful of people had come into the tavern. One to work and the rest were at the far other end, enjoying food and drink. Kas had followed his escort to a table at the far end of the tavern, tucked in a corner by itself.

They didn't have a full meal, more a platter with some meat, cheese, bread, and other delights that they were both picking from. "Know what surprises me?" the vixen mused as she nibbled on the edges of a round of cured meat. "Just how unimaginative Sulbor is."

Kas' ears perked a bit as he looked at the vixen. "What do you mean? He's written a lot of stuff hasn't he and he's got..."

She cut him off with a wave of her hand, "I know that, but have you been in his Chateau thing?" He nodded. "All the servants? People he knows. He couldn't just go, 'Ah ha, there are people here.' He had to design each one. Which bravo on him, but surely he could be inventive a little bit. I know last time I was there, I saw Sandy and Marcus."

The mention of those names made his ears light up red-hot, "Y-yeah I saw them there too. Thought they'd seemed a bit familiar."

Garnet fixed him with a look. Her head angling just a little before she blinked. Just once. Then a second time. "Oh my gods." A wide grin split her maw and the vixen began to giggle like mad, "I wondered why you began to blush like that. You had sex with the servant didn't you?"

He jumped and looked about, "Shhh, not so loud! How did you know?"

"Just a wild guess." That grin only widened until it was approaching the disturbing side. "Oh it's okay, they're just magical constructs." She let her chin rest on her palm and continued to nibble, "It's like when I use Mage Hand to play with myself, it's just there." Her ears lifted as she looked over Kas slowly. A thoughtful hum rolling up her throat as she leaned forward a little.

Something about the way she was looking at him reminded him of a fox looking at the chicken coop. His ears folded back a little, "So-something on your mind?" As casual as he tried to sound, his voice still shook just a little. Just that slightest tremor of nerves.

Garnet leaned forward a little more, her dress riding a little lower to show off more cleavage. "So, you've felt some magical fun, would you be interested in something a bit more real?" A hand ran up his thigh. Nails just barely scraping over the fabric of his pants. The gentle rasping making his ears twitch as he took a slow breath. "I mean, we're really just waiting on Gerti and Sulbor, which could be late tonight before he's ready to do anything. More likely it'll be tomorrow." That hand roamed higher. Squeezing his thigh lightly before moving up to stroke his bulge. "So if you want, we could have a bit of fun together." The hand pushed through the flap of his breeches, starting to fondle his sheath directly, "If you want to that is."

Oh fuck how in the world could he say no? Especially as he felt her hand roaming down to cup his balls. Then up to stroke over his shaft as it peeked from his sheath. His mug shaking as she pressed his sheath back so she could play with his cock directly. A low moan rolled up his throat as her hand started to stroke him faster.

"Y-yeah," he gasped as her hand started to stroke faster. Pushing his sheath all the way down so she could focus her attention around his base. Her skilled fingers massaging him just enough to make his knot start to pulse. Throbbing against her grip as precum shot against the table's underside. "Yeah," he cleared his throat, doing his best not to squeak as she teased his tip. Nails toying with him ever so gently before circling the chiseled tip and going back down his shaft. Her grip shifting and rolling, teasing him like he hadn't before. "I'd love to have a bit of fun..." he trailed off slowly, "with you."

Garnet sat across the table from him. While it wasn't a massive table, it was certainly big enough for several people, their food, and drinks. Garnet was not the tallest woman around. More than that, both her hands were right where he could see them.

Leaning back from the table, he looked down and stilled. There, wrapped around his raging erection, was a hand that seemed to be made of just shadow. It wrapped about his knot, squeezing it, tugging upwards in a way that made him gasp and jerk his hips. Garnet lifted both her hands and wiggled them, "Magic!" That unnaturally wide grin split her maw again as she tilted her head ever so slightly. Her voice whispering in his ear despite the distance, "So much fun when you get the hang of it."

No matter how strange it might be, his body didn't care so long as she continued to stroke him. Especially with how she was focusing around his knot. Quickly making it grow to nearly full size. The base of his length swollen fat and pulsing with each beat of his heart. Precum spurting freely with his arousal. Kas groaned, "Should we..." he didn't know what or where they should go.

She cast a quick look around, "Probably should..." she ducked to look under the table, "Woof, you are a big boy aren't you?" The vixen sat up, head twisting about as she looked about the tavern. "Alright, I have a foolproof plan. Lean back."

Fully expecting her to use some sort of magic, he scooted his chair away from the table and leaned back. The vixen took a quick look around to make sure no one was looking at them. Kas following her gaze. Sure enough, no one was really looking towards them. If they managed to move without attracting anyone's attention, it shouldn't be hard to get upstairs.

Turning his attention back to Garnet, his nose nearly bumped right into her rear.

Her hands were planted on the table, bent towards enough that her gown was pulling tight over her rear. She looked back at him and muttered, "Grab my dress. Right under the tail hole there. Give it a good pull." Confused, Kas did just as he was asked. "No!' she hissed, "grab my dress, not me."

Kas grabbed two handfuls of her dress and tugged. Ears jumping at as he split the rear of her outfit with a pop, exposing her bare rump to him. The wolf looked towards the others worriedly, but they were too engaged in sharing stores to notice. His attention jumped back to the vixen, practically drooling at the sight of her silvery white inner thighs. Soft, fine fur just barely parting to show off her ruby red petals.

"Ah!" she gasped, trying to keep her voice down, "Marcus would kill me if he saw what you did to my dress." She wiggled her hips. That shadowy hand appearing again to spread her lips. Exposing those inner folds to him as the dark fingers dipped and explored. "What do you think? Wet enough?"

With her spread open like that, his instincts were screaming at him to just bury his face into her. Instincts which he was more than happy to oblige.

Fabric ripped a little more as his hands swept in to grab her cheeks. Spreading them that much wider so his muzzle could dive in. The vixen jumping with a restrained squeak as the cold nose brushed her privates. Her hips jumped, but he kept a firm grip on her rear, fingers digging into her rump. Low, pleased growl rolling up his throat and shaking against her. The noise drawing a quiet gasp from her. Her noise only growing as his tongue slapped her pussy.

He'd never tasted a woman before. It was entirely new and even the brief sample made him want more. Muzzle pressing tighter to her lower lips as his tongue dove into her. Sliding against those slick inner walls, feeling how they clenched and rippled about his tongue. Her flavor was... indescribable! Familiar yet different, each lap making him want that much more.

She only let Kas lick her for a few moments before reaching back to push at his head, "Huff," came the breathless gasp, "Keep that up and everyone will know what we're doing. Sit back."

A growl lifted from his throat, but the wolf forced himself back. Eyes narrowed and watching her hungrily. The vixen shivered at the sound of his growl. Her hand dipping to grip his still pulsing cock. The hard length still pulsing, sheath pulling back over the deflating knot. "Big wolf," came the breathless huff as she lifted his cock. Chiseled tip sliding over her soft folds. "Big bad wolf," she looked over his shoulder with that too-wide grin of hers. Brushing the silky soft, warm folds of her pussy against him. Kas' teeth grinding as his claws dug into the seat of his chair, resisting the urge to just grab and ravage her.

Garnet moved before he gave into the urge. The smaller vixen breathing out a whispery moan as she sat down on his cock. Soft warmth surrounding his length as she took him right to the base. Her full weight settling into his lap with a quiet grunt. "Ah fuck," she panted, "you're bigger than I thought."

Kas was shocked. A very pretty vixen that he'd only known a couple hours was not only sitting in his lap, but he was almost balls deep inside her. Her silken pubic fur grinding on his half-swollen knot. Her ears tickling his jaw as she reached back to steady herself. "Is it okay. I mean do you need me to..."

Her fingers brushed his cheek, "Hush. I can take it. Just... just give me a minute." Garnet wiggled her hips against him. Just the barest of squirms as her walls squeezed on his girth.

Until last night, his only experience with sexual pleasure had been his own hand. Then the encounter with that magical construct. The magical wolfess had felt pretty good. Tight and with a warmth that mimicked what a real person probably felt like. But compared to the staggering tightness and warmth of Garnet, it was a faint shadow of the real thing.

Quiet pants were lifting from the vixen as she gave his side a pat. "Okay, I think I'm good now." Her back pressed to his chest as she arched. Stretching her form against his as her hips rolled. Just that slow grind that made her lips glide across his knot. "Keep an eye out," she murmured, "don't want someone seeing us." Her shoulders rolled as she turned to kiss his jawline, "Unless that's your thing. I prefer keeping discreet." She lifted her hips a little. Just enough to get the barest of bounces. Most of the action coming from the steady grinding of her hips against his.

Kas uttered a chesty noise that sat somewhere between a moan and a growl. Doing his best to look casual as he looked about the tavern. It was nearly impossible to do as the vixen squirmed on his lap. Her pussy slowly stretching against his swelling knot.

"Could you stop that?" she huffed up at him. Sweet, restrained whimpers lifting from her throat as she ground. Adding a roll to her hips as she ground against his knot.

It was getting harder to focus by the moment. Especially when she twisted her hips, warmth enveloping half his knot. "St-stop what?" he gasped, eyes rolling back in his head. Last night had been incredible. The feeling of being inside of someone else, even if they were just a construct, had been overwhelming. It couldn't begin to compare to what he was feeling now.

Garnet ground her teeth, deeper huff wrenching as she kept rolling her hips. "Stop making your knot so big..." Oh shit, it was getting harder for her to keep control as well. Wherever Sulbor had found him, they certainly grew them big. He wasn't even all the way in her and it felt like she was gonna be split in half. She didn't dare pull away, not with how big he was getting. If she didn't get all his knot in her now, she wouldn't be able to. Almost made her regret teasing him as she had.

Almost.

She was a determined girl though. Adding another twist and press to her hips. Doing what she could to try and force that knot into her. It was starting to feel hopeless though. The more she wiggled her hips the thicker he was getting.

"Hey," she huffed. A questioning growl coming from the wolf. Making her shiver as the sound shook through her. "Grab my hips and pull me back." Another growl, this one more questioning. Looking back, she couldn't help but giggle at his open-maw panting expression. Craning her head to lick at his tongue, "Grab my hips," she took his hands and placed them where she wanted, "and thrust."

No sooner had his hands been planted than his grip tightened. His growl deepening as body pounded into her. Garnet's body tensing as she bit back a yelp. Eyes going wide as his body thumped hers. The part of his knot slipping out of her with a wet pop. She pressed back desperately to try and get his knot into her. A low whine building in her throat as eyes rolled back. Feeling his knot smash against her, insides twitching against him. Deep pants lifting from the pair.

A sharp twist made her lips spread again. Kas pulling her back as she was stretched wider. Sharp gasps coming from the silver vixen as she was spread about his glans. Her eyes rolled back as deep huffs were ripped from her. Body jerking as his claws dig into her. The wolf's grip growing stronger by the second. Her insides clenching about him, Garnet trying to hold off on her own climax as she felt him. That steady beating against her entrance. The shallow, bruising thrusts threatening to spread her ever further. Kas following his instinctive need to jam that knot in.

Between the two of them, they just managed to make it work. The smaller vixen twisting within his grasp. His fingers tightened about her hips, as if worried that she was trying to get away. His growl more felt than heard as it shook against her spine. His brutal pound slamming his knot home.

Garnet's hand clamped about her own muzzle to hide the yelp. Throwing herself back into his chest and grabbing his maw as she shook around him. Tight, aching entrance clamping down about his massive knot as she came harder than she had in a long while. Slender form vibrating against his, her hips bucking back into his.

It was a good thing that she'd grabbed his maw. Kas' instinct screaming at him to snarl or bite. He instead threw his body against hers, responding to those rhythmic squeezes of hers. The gray wolf peaking but a second later. His fat knot throbbing within her walls as his seed flooded her insides. Garnet's body arching as she clenched that much harder about him. The feel of his hot, throbbing length setting her off. Peaking a second time in as many moments.

She collapsed against his chest with a huff, "Holy fucking jeez." The vixen huffed as she leaned back against the wolf. Practically melting into his embrace. She shivered at the regular feel of his knot twitching within her, 'Regardless of what Gerti's got planned for you tonight, I'm kidnapping you to my room."

Kas shivered, "Kay," He wanted to say more, but that was about as far as his brain could work right now. Felt like he was sluggish now. Head feeling like it was in a fog as he held onto the vixen.

Something cool touched his lip, "Here," she held a mug up to his lips, "Take a drink and relax." Kas took the mug and sipped on it slowly. A tremor racing through his form as he leaned back. Ears perking sharply as he cast another look about the room. If anyone noticed what they'd been up to, they didn't pay the couple any mind.

Garnet let her hand roam over his, idly chatting about the weather as she continued to nibble on the platter before them. Occasionally feeding him a bit, and more often teasing him by pulling at his knotted length. Drawing a shiver from the wolf as she grinned back at him.

It was strange, in an exciting way, to be sitting there with his cock buried within the vixen. All while people came and went. Had their dinners, talked with each other, and more. Garnet moved her hips every so often, squirming just enough to keep the wolf's knot fat and swollen within her. Soft, quiet huffs slipping from her as she shivered on his pole.

He was just starting to relax when the copper dragonborn wandered downstairs. Garnet set up a bit straighter as she saw Gerti, clenching about Kas. The dragonborn wandered over to the barkeeper, talked for a moment, scanned the tavern with her one good eye. Her gaze falling on the pair.

Gerti ambled over, "Got him all fitted up?" a heavy sigh came from the older female as she sat down, almost slumping against the table.

"Oh yeah, they're getting his gear and armor made, should be here in a couple days."

Slow nod as she reached to make herself a bit of something to nibble on. Humming quietly to herself as she did so. "So what do you think of him, Garnet?" the question came casually as Gerti leaned back, popping her tidbit into her maw.

Her hips gave the barest of squirms, "Been talking with him all day too. Good guy, bit rough around the edges, idealistic though. Be a bit of a stretch, but I see him fitting in nicely."

Kas squirmed, his ears tilting back. Not just from the feel of Garnet clenching about his cock. But from the hard stare that Gerti was giving him. An intense gaze from that singular eye that bore into him, threatening to lay everything bare. A lot, thoughtful hum rolling up her throat as she gave him a slow once over. "Alright," she rumbled after a second. "Garnet, mind giving us a bit of privacy so I can talk with him? Sulbor told me his impressions, but I want some of my own as well."

"Can't do that, boss!" Garnet's bushy tail thumped against his chest. Kas letting out a snort and jerking his head back as it whapped him across his face several times.

She frowned, "Why can't you..." Gerti's eye narrowed before she heaved a sigh, "Of course you would." Reaching up, she rubbed the bridge of her muzzle slowly. "Isla, darling, sweety. How many times do I have to tell you to wait until you're up in your room?" Garnet growled a bit, but her tail kept wagging. Gerti heaving a weary, "Never mind!"

Gerti planted her head in both hands and took a breath. "First Sulbor having a fit because of mud, now little miss perky having some fun in my tavern... Fine." Both hands came down to the table with a smack, "Fine!" She pointed at Kas and fixed him with a stern look. "You want to be an adventurer? I know a few people that I can stick you with. They, as a group, will decide if you're good enough to join the guild. It'll be about a week before they get here, so that's a plenty of time to figure out what you're good at. That sound agreeable?"

It was really hard not to be agreeable. Between being offered the chance to join the guild, and having Garnet continue to squirm on his lap? Really hard to keep his own tail from waving. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Alright, first order of business. I am not a ma'am. I'm Gertrude, but most people call me Gerti. Second, don't piss me off if you're within range of my bow." The air grew chill as she leaned forward, "And my bow has a very, very long range." Her attention shifted to Garnet, "And you. I don't want to catch you with his cock buried in you down in this common room again. I don't like talking to people when they've got someone balls-deep in them. Got it?" She jabbed the vixen's nose with a finger, "And if you come to me and utter that you are pregnant: I will laugh at you because it'll be your own damn fault, and I will promptly tell Marcus to not make you any dresses because you'll just rip them. Understood?"

"Yes, Gerti."

"Good," she leaned in to kiss the vixen's nose, "I am going to go lay down. If you two wake me up tonight, I will be very cross." She started away before snapping her fingers. "Oh, reminds me." Pointing at Kas, "You're not cursed are you? Lost prince from a foreign country? Bearer of some ill omen? Don't lie to me either," she leaned in with a low growl, "I can smell a lie." She jabbed his nose with a claw.

Kas shook his head quickly, "No, M... Gerti. None of that far as I know. Everyone always said I was as plain as clay."

Now the dragonborn's eye narrowed slightly, "Hmm... Well are you a runaway?" He shook his head. "Abandoned by your parents? Blessed by some god, goddess, or supernatural being?" Confused, Kas kept shaking his head. Gerti starting to look confused too, "Do you have a bad relationship with your parents at the very least? Step-mother or half-sibling that's out for your blood?"

The questions were odd but he continued to shake his head, "No?" he said slowly. "I mean, Pa was a bit rough, but we came from a harsh area so I understand why he was. Needed all hands he could to help with the farm, animals, and the littles." Gerti started to perk up at the mention of Littles. "Little brothers and sisters. Needed someone to help watch them before they can help out in the farm itself." He scratched his head, "I am the Seventh son." Gerti perked up, "Pa only had three brothers though."

"Well..." Gerti paused and leaned back, crossing her arms. The dragonborn started to say something, hesitated a second, then blew a raspberry, "You really are plain as dirt. Kinda weird to have an adventurer that's so... so ordinary."

Garnet squirmed, "Yeah, we tend to be a bunch of weirdos." She twisted her head almost upside down to look at Kas, "Being so ordinary is... weird."

Shoulders rolled, "Not in a bad way. Well, you get some rest, stay out of trouble, yada yada." The dragonborn leaned in to give Garnet's chin a kiss, planting one on Kas' nose as well. Then walking off towards the stairs.

He sniffed and rubbed his nose, "Why'd she call you Isla."

A pouting huff came from the vixen, "It's my real name. Not as mysterious sounding as Garnet LaCroix though." She wiggled her hips again, a quiet moan sounding from the vixen as his knot shifted within her. "Hey, wanna go for another round?"

It was really hard to say no, especially since she was already starting to grind. "Didn't Gerti just tell us not to in the common room?"

"Nah, she said she didn't want to catch us. Which if she's going to lay down..." her head twisted about almost unnaturally. That too-wide grin splitting her maw as she grinned back and up at him. "I'm not hearing a no."

That evening, they learned just how wild Kas could get when he was worked up. Which, as it turned out, was a trait shared by people that could channel raw and instinctive emotions into physical prowess. More than that, he learned that Garnet apparently didn't need to breathe when she slept. Mildly startling to say the least. Only made worse as Gerti gave him a head start come morning for 'waking her up with that racket' the night before.

He still had the scar on his ass.