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"Coffee, hm?" Davin said, smiling. "Normally I don't like that canned crap, but if we made something like that... yes. It could work, Dylann."

"I thought you might like it," Dylann said, smiling. "But what about Liam?"

"I'll have to set up the business details with Mammon, but I'm sure he'd like a piece of the action so it shouldn't be difficult. Are you sure you want to be a partner in this though, Dylann?"

"I don't mind. I'm not just about discipline, even if I have been rather lacking in that recently. You and Davin make people happy, and a line of transformative coffees seems better than booze. It'd all be temporary anyway, right?"

Dylann couldn't help but feel himself blushing despite himself. Here he was, as a human before two anthros who were fully naked, and he was supposed to act like it was a normal business meeting. He'd just pitched his idea, though as for the details and flavors he wasn't sure what they'd do. Magic was a bit more difficult to approve as a product on Earth, but not impossible.

"Well, we could add a permanency option later, though if we sold anything like that we'd need ID and an in-store contract," Liam said, giving it some thought. "If we did that, it also means I'd have to enforce certain rules the Virtues lay out... but I don't see why we couldn't do this. We tried this pitch with alcohol before, but the Unity really didn't like the idea of drunken and random transformations so it was dead on arrival."

"I know. That's mostly my fault," Dylann sighed. "I still think it's a bad idea outside a controlled environment like your bar. Coffee's a better idea, and we'd still have to sell out of daemon specific stores... but if it turns a profit, that's just more help for the bar. Right?"

"We'd also need versions that affect daemons. There are lessers who can't just change their form at will or switch between them on Earth, and there are those who just are into that sort of thing. Might even offer a mystery option..."

"True, Davin. True," Liam chuckled, before turning his emerald eyes to Dylann. The blue-haired man averted his gaze, using a free hand to fiddle with his new ear piercing. "Well, Dylann... get me three prototypes and flavor ideas. We can test them in my realm, since it's much easier to reverse any weird side effects there. I know several mortals and daemons who would love the surprise."

"Do you have a name for the line?" Davin asked, tilting his head in curiosity. "Or are we just going to call it 'Coffee that Transforms You into Stuff'? As funny as that might be..."

"Of course," Dylann said, packing his stuff away in his suitcase, the only piece of his old professional outfit he'd kept. Standing, he actually felt a bit sexy, blushing once again as he was all too aware of the chest hair spilling out of his button-up shirt, though only the bottom half was truly buttoned. "I want to call it HimBrews. Though I don't know what we'd do about a line for female related transformations yet."

"Just focus on this for now," Liam said. "We can worry about expanding into new product lines later if this is a success. Get me those prototypes and we'll go from there."

"Yes, Mr. Theodoric," Dylann said, smirking as Liam rolled his eyes. "Right away, Mr. Theodoric."

"You know you don't have to call me that... even if it does sound good," Liam said, clearly trying to hold back a moan. "Though you would make a good secretary, I have to admit."

"Temperance, a tease?" Davin joked, laughing. "Now I've seen everything."

Dylann merely smiled as he turned to leave the office, surprised with himself. Though whether he was blushing in embarrassment, or because he was just genuinely enjoying himself, he couldn't really say. His mind began racing with ideas, thinking of all the combinations of transformations and flavors that could be enjoyable and marketable at the same time.

*******

"Hey there, beautiful."

Turning to look down an alleyway, Seth could see someone standing there in the shadows. They were just placing a cigarette in their mouth, though the wolf could tell it was an anthro who definitely worked out. It made him a bit nervous, but then plenty of people hung out in the alley that Deviant Delights was located in so maybe he was just being paranoid about this one. Besides, he could take care of himself; his muscles weren't just for show, and even a magician in Temperance's court had some martial training.

"Can I help you?" Seth asked, smiling. He wasn't even sure they were talking to him specifically, but he felt it'd be rude just to walk away without being sure. He didn't feel like accidentally starting a fight by being oblivious, and he had to be certain he wasn't just going to be followed anyway.

"You can get me a light, if you have one," the anthro said, making no effort to move out of the alley. He wasn't too far in though, and Seth could sense there wasn't anyone else with him even with his limited magic. "Even if you don't, I wouldn't mind seeing those swaying hips up clossse..."

"Ah... I'm flattered, but..." Seth said, reaching in his pocket for a lighter. He didn't smoke, but he'd often help out Mark or one of the others on their breaks when they forget theirs. He'd just begun carrying a cheap one out of force of habit. "I can't stay. I have work in an hour... I was headed there now, actually."

"That's fine, but thanks," the anthro said, his features visible in the glow of his lighter. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but the face of some kind of snake hadn't been it. Inhaling, he smiled in pleasure as he exhaled through his nostrils before turning to look him in the eye. "I'm good now. You can put that away."

"Oh, sorry," Seth said, blushing as he put the lighter back in his pocket. He hadn't realized he'd been staring that long. "Maybe I could stay for a few, though."

"I wouldn't want you being late for work... though I won't stop you," he heard the anthro say. "I simply saw a work of art in you, and had to say something. Is it dyed, or did you modify your body with a daemon's help?"

"Um... daemon," Seth said, feeling like it'd be a headache to try and go into further detail. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall next to him; it was a bit colder in the alley, but not unbearable. He could see better in the darker passage, though not by much. He wouldn't be able to see as much as he did if he wasn't a wolf, he realized.

"Makes sense. Not many wolf anthros born with such unique markings, after all," the soothing snake anthro said. "What's your name, beautiful?"

"...Seth, heh," the wolf said, feeling nervous in a good way. "What about you? You from around here?"

"Name's Orias. I used to live here, but a family emergency forced me to travel abroad for a while," Orias said, a slight hiss of anger in his voice. "A bit of unpleasant business that, but it's all behind me now. I've only been back for a year or two at most. I always did enjoy it here."

"No offense, but don't snake anthros avoid the cold usually?" Seth asked, causing Orias to chuckle.

"Well, if we do it's because we just have a personal issue with it, not a physical one. I mean sure, we do get colder or warmer than most, but anthros are still humanoid and warm-blooded despite their features. You'd know that if you were born into an anthro family, I should think. Were you adopted by humans, by any chance?"

"Ah, no. I was transformed," Seth said. "But sorry for assuming... I haven't met many reptile anthros, though now I think about it I remember that fact now. It must have slipped my mind."

"It's okay. You made a simple mistake, so I'll forgive you... if you give me a kiss."

Seth felt more flustered than usual. He knew it was just Orias teasing him, but the longer he stared the more he realized he was very curious to see how it would feel. He was already leaning in before he realized, lips locking together as he felt a hand cup his chin. Their tongues danced together, enjoying the taste and feel of the forked tongue of Orias' as he explored. He almost brushed too hard against what felt like a large fang or two, but Orias seemed to notice and kept him from pricking himself by mistake.

"You taste good," Orias said, after breaking away and leaving Seth breathless. "A good kisser, too."

"That was amazing," Seth found himself saying, smiling as he felt Orias wrap an arm around him. "I guess I should go, though..."

"It hasn't even been five minutes, yet," Orias said, his orange eyes seeming to glow with what little light there was. Seth found the effect captivating as he stared into them, allowing himself to be pulled even closer. "Do you really have to go so soon?"

"I guess not," Seth sighed. "I just don't usually do this sort of thing in an alley, is all. Makes me feel like... dirty, or something. I don't know."

"I understand. Tell you what, I'm going to head further into this alley since my place isn't far from here. If you want to have more fun with me, you can follow. But if you want to go to work, I won't judge you. Though I'd still like to see you again. Where do you work?"

"Deviant Delights. I'm a dancer there," Seth said, the words flowing easily from his lips. "It's hard to find for some people, though."

"Oh, I'm sure I won't have any trouble finding the place," Orias said, chuckling as his hood flared out to either side of his head. "I'll be seeing you later, if nothing else. Until next time, beautiful."

As Orias walked away - a snake with legs, how about that - Seth couldn't help but notice the shape of his strong body and that thick tail that seemed to sway in time with his own hips. Seth looked at his phone; he really did have a bit of time, and he was sure Davin would understand if he was a little late since it wasn't a dance night. After thinking about it for a few minutes, he soon quickened his step until he caught Orias just opening a door further down. At least there was a light here, dim as it was.

"Good choice," Orias said, smiling as he winked. "Sure your boss won't be mad though?"

"I'm sure Davin won't mind. It's not Saturday today," Seth said, though he could sense a bit of tension from Orias now as he froze. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing beautiful," Orias said, the moment passing. "I just thought I'd forgotten something this morning, but it seems I have everything but my lighter after all. You know how it is though, that feeling like you've forgotten to turn something off or do something important?"

"Yeah, I've had that," Seth chuckled. "Almost thought I lost my keys once, but then I found them in a different pocket than I'm used to putting them in. But is this your place?"

"Well, it's through here," Orias said, beckoning for him to follow into the slightly lighter hallway. "It's not the best place, but the rent was cheap and the landlord doesn't ask questions so long as I pay them on time. No smoking inside though, so that's why I was out here."

"Weird entrance, or I guess this would be a backdoor... ah well. Who am I to judge? Lead on."

Orias chuckled as he stepped inside with Seth in tow, moving past several seedy looking doors as they made their way to a concrete stairwell. Moving up, his footsteps echoed in his ears as his claws kept hitting the cold hard steps, until they had reached the fourth floor. He was already pretty cold by this point, so he was grateful when they re-entered the heated portion of the apartment complex. Moving down a few more doors, Orias pulled out a set of keys and unlocked his own door.

"...420?" Seth smirked, stifling a laugh.

"Yes, I thought it was funny too," Orias said, smiling. "Do you smoke?"

"...Ah! No," Seth stammered, realizing he meant something other than cigarettes. "I don't smoke that, no. I don't smoke at all actually."

"No, you like a different kind of recreational activity," Orias said, opening his door. Taking Seth by the hand, he lead the wolf though and twirled him around, hugging him close as he closed the door behind them. "You're a good dancer off the stage, it seems."

"Well, I just followed where you lead," Seth said, not wanting to take the credit. "You dance?"

"Sometimes, when I'm in the mood," Orias said, leaning in closer to his ear. "Do you know what I'm in the mood for now, though?"

"I can guess," Seth said, his bulge pressed tightly against the snake's own. "You feel a bit big though."

"They're a good size. I've had no complaints so far," chuckled Orias, pulling away as he lead him further into the apartment. They? Seth's head couldn't stop imagining exactly what he meant, feeling his cock grow even harder. Despite his own arousal, he could feel something was different the further they went in. Wasn't this a bit long for an apartment hallway? Focusing, he was surprised when he found he could channel more magic than usual as he looked around with glowing eyes.

"You're a daemon?" Seth asked, causing Orias to turn around to face him directly. "Not that I'm complaining, I just wish you'd given me some warning first."

"...You have magic within you?" Orias asked, just as surprised. "I knew you were special. I suppose there's no hiding it from you then; this is my little slice of paradise. My realm, as it were. I was going to feed from you a few times, though I was also hoping we could have some mutual fun in the process. Normally I leave a mortal a bit hazy on the details afterwards and let them go on their merry way. Catch and release, as it were. But you're not so easily scared, are you?"

"I've had some experience with realms, yes," Seth said, smiling more confidently. "And I don't mind being used like that if it means seeing just how much meat is actually down there."

"You're a kinky one," Orias chuckled, continuing further down the hallway. "You must be, since you're still following me for something as simple as a booty call."

"You an elder of some kind?" Seth asked, awkwardly changing the subject. "Though I seem to remember that a realm doesn't need an elder to exist, huh."

"Not sure what you mean by 'remember', but you're right about that. I'm not an elder daemon, but I am still quite powerful. This realm is still rather new; I come here to relax away from this humdrum life here on Earth. Time flows a little slower, but not by too much. Just enough to satisfy you in as many ways as you wish and still make it to your job on time. Unless you want to leave before we go through here?"

"Well, I know how to travel," Seth said, reassuring Orias. "You can't really keep me from leaving because of the Unity's rules, right?"

"As much as I hate to think of them, you're completely correct. I wouldn't go against their wishes and keep you here against your will. Still, good to know you can travel on your own. I usually use about half the energy I gain from a mortal just to return them, unless they choose to stay longer than a one-night stand of course. Not many do, but that's just fine."

"Well, let's have some fun then," Seth said, a lewd smile on his face as Orias opened a strange looking door. It seemed to be made of scales or rubber, but instead of reflecting the dim hallway lights it seemed to absorb them completely. Without a word, Orias walked backwards into the darkness of the realm beyond the door, his eyes the only thing visible as they glowed.

"Come to me," he whispered in a seductive voice, and Seth found himself obeying automatically as he allowed himself to stare into those eyes. He was barely aware he had crossed the threshold when the door slowly began closing behind him; all that mattered were those powerful arms pulling him in for another long kiss, not at all caring how his clothes were ripped and torn from his body as Orias' hands explored all over him.

*******

"Can I get you a drink?" Davin asked, winking at the man before him. He could sense so many conflicting desires within his heart, but for the first time in a long time he wasn't able to zero in on a single one. He'd heard about such things, of course, but he had always thought himself too talented to run into that problem. Perhaps if the human loosened up and they talked, he could figure out what he truly wanted deep down.

"Um, no," the man said, surprising Davin. "I don't want to be drunk right now. I didn't know what sort of place this was before I walked in here, even. I should leave."

"Stay," Davin encouraged, noticing the mortal was hesitant to leave but reluctant to stay. "I can get you a soda or some water, if you prefer."

"...Actually, I think I would like a soda," he said, scratching his immaculate chin beard. It framed his chin nicely, starting from the corners of his mouth and extending down into a small tuft on his chin. His hair was short, but long enough to be slicked back slightly. It gave Davin the impression of a cozy fire, and not just because of the orange color. Davin nodded, but he couldn't help but feel a little put off by the man's steel grey eyes as they stared at him with a strange intensity.

"I'm Davin Connors," he said, introducing himself as he poured some cola into a glass with some ice. Placing it in front of the man, he made it clear he wasn't going to leave until he got a name in return despite his polite smile.

"I'm Uther," he said, looking guarded. "I don't remember my real name, but that's who I am now I guess."

"You don't remember?" Davin asked, suddenly concerned. "Do you have any ID? Maybe a phone?"

"No, I don't. Though I think I remember some things, just... it is hard to explain to a mortal. You wouldn't understand."

"I'm a daemon, actually," Davin said, smiling. "I'd do the whole 'reveal what he prefers to look like' thing but I can tell you're not up for that. Besides, I'm worried about you. Don't you remember anything that might help?"

"You're a daemon?" Uther said, a slight curl on his lips as anger flashed across his eyes. Shutting them tightly, he shook his head. "Forgive me. I'm not even sure why I'm here, just... I feel like there's an elder daemon here. Is it Lust? This place does seem to promote it... maybe Gluttony then, if not Lust."

"My boss is the current Lust, yes," Davin said, noting the anger again before continuing. "He took over from me. Liam Theodoric is his name."

"...You were Lust?" Uther said, somehow looking less on edge but still wary of him. "Then the one before you... what happened to him?"

"What happens to anyone who stands in my way," Davin warned, the smile less warm. "Though that was thirty years ago, and I'm a bit different from how I was then. I was a bit lost for the first decade or so before I decided to open this place. But why would you be looking for someone who probably hasn't been on Earth since before you were born, hm?"

"I don't know," Uther sighed. "I just feel like I want... revenge? I don't know. I don't know..."

"...Tell me. What is your first memory. The memory you personally remember," Davin said, a hunch forming.

"...I remember being cold," Uther said, a sad look in his eyes. "I remember my clothes not keeping me warm enough as I sat on the street, ignored by any and all who could have helped me but didn't."

"...You remember dying," Davin said, causing Uther to look at him with newfound suspicion. "Am I wrong?"

"You're not wrong, but how would you know?"

"So I am right. You died, and it chose you as its bearer."

"What do you know of it?!" Uther fiercely whispered, his demeanor changing from calm to aggressive in an instant. "Tell me!"

"Relax. I'm a daemon with centuries of experience. You think I don't know about that legendary blade? But perhaps this isn't the best place to discuss this. Would you like to meet my boss? I could even get Temperance here if it'll make you feel better."

"It would, actually," Uther said, crossing his arms. "Very well. But one wrong move, and..."

"Yes, yes, you'll lop off my head or something like that," Davin said, coming out from behind the bar and beckoning him to follow. "But give us a chance, hm? You might find we have the same goals, mortal."

Pulling out his phone, Davin hit the number seven, having updated his speed dial for his mobile. After a few rings, he could hear Dylann breathing a bit heavily as he answered.

'Davin... why are you calling me? I just got home and...'

"And I wouldn't call if it wasn't important, Dylann. Though I feel bad for interrupting your time with Zale, if I'm judging this right."

'...Just tell me what you need, Davin.' Bingo, nailed it in one.

"I'm about to introduce someone to Liam, and you most definitely want to be there for it. Besides, Uther won't feel comfortable talking to us until you do."

'Uther Pendragon?'

"I'm fairly certain, yes. I would prefer if you confirmed it, though."

Davin waited patiently, hearing the muffled voice and rustling as he assumed Dylann was apologizing for something or other. He always had that specific tone, though they seemed to discuss it for a bit longer than he would have liked. Finally, he heard the rustling of the phone as Dylann brought it back up to speak to him.

'Sorry about that. I'll be there in five or so, traffic willing.'

"See you soon," Davin said, sighing as he hung up the phone and looked back at Uther. "Stairs are this way."

*******

Seth looked up into the inky blackness of the ceiling in a haze of lust, a big smile on his face as he cuddled next to Orias. There was only them, some candles and the bed they were on, but he didn't really care. The cobra knew how to please him in every way he could think of and then some; at first he'd been wary of those fangs, but Orias was gentle and knew what he was doing, sometimes grazing them gently against his flesh as he teased him with kisses here and there.

"Ready for more?" Orias asked, his tongue sliding against his pierced nipple as he made his way up to his neck. "Or do you need a moment?"

"Don't know how much more I can handle, but yes," Seth moaned, loving the feeling of those scales as he pressed against them. Now that he could see them up close and with some light, he could see why he had had trouble seeing him before. Most of his scales were the color of midnight, save for his torso and the underside of his tale. His hood, flared out from either side of his head, was filled with all sorts of strange designs that made him feel tired when he stared too long, but otherwise it matched his colors as it varied from various shades of reds, blacks, and oranges.

"You are insatiable, aren't you?" Orias laughed, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before moving from the bed. "You'll love this, then."

Seth simply writhed on the bed as he felt pleasure course through him, the sensations driving him wild as he felt something wrapping around him. He was so horny that he didn't realize what was happening until he felt something wrapping up his legs and around his waist before lifting him into a standing position. He didn't even have a chance to really think about it before his eyes were meeting Orias', glowing along with the strange hood designs in the sudden absence of the bed and candles.

"How does it feel to be wrapped in my coils, Seth? Feel good?"

"Yeah," Seth sighed, feeling his lust building as his arms were soon trapped at his sides. He kept thrusting his hips forward, his cock trapped between those smooth scales that felt like latex and rubber. "Feels good."

"Not at all scared that I'm a naga, hm? You really have seen some things if this only excites you."

"Oh, yeah," Seth said, noticing the rest of Orias' body. His legs had melded with his tail, and while he'd kept his other proportions it was clear he was far longer and thicker now. "You are a naga, huh?"

"Yes, though I've always preferred the cobra look," Orias chuckled, his body constantly swaying. "I'm not nearly as big as I would like to be yet, but maybe once I have enough power I'll be able to show you an even better time with this."

"Even better than this full body massage?" Seth asked, a half-moan escaping his lips as those coils squeezed and coiled around him constantly. He bit his lip as it reached up to his chest, brushing against his sensitive nipples.

"Yes, though I'm glad you're enjoying it," Orias said, before his upper body grew closer to him. "You know... I normally don't offer this on a first date, but since you're so comfortable already with daemons and magic I might as well go ahead and ask."

"Ask me what?" Seth asked, though he cared less about the question than the feeling of his fangs brushing against his shoulder once again, kissing him.

"My venom is an intense aphrodisiac, but most mortals can't handle too much of it right away. I could give you a small nibble if you wish, but I'll understand if you say no."

"It doesn't hurt?"

"No, in fact I've been told it feels very good," hissed Orias, his tongue in his ear. "The only pain you might feel is a quick jab, but then my venom numbs it and you feel nothing but pleasure and bliss... though the time it lasts varies depending on the dose. But if you'd like to try that and make things a bit more fun for yourself, you just have to say yes."

"Mmm... yes," Seth said, before gasping at the twin pains in his shoulder. But just as Orias had promised, the pain quickly faded as he felt something hot flooding through his veins and making his body tingle wherever it went. By the time it had hit his cock, Orias was already licking his bite marks over, the saliva somehow acting as a quick healing agent.

"How do you feel?" Seth heard, Orias' voice echoing in his skull as his head swam. He felt so good and relaxed, his head lolling about before he felt hands supporting it. Opening his eyes, he smiled as he saw those eyes looking even brighter and wider than before. Soon it was all he could see, his entire body numb with pleasure as his mind fogged over with lust.

"...Good," he managed to say, not really feeling motivated to say more than that.

"Glad to hear it," Orias said, using his coils to put Seth into more of a reclining position. "But you know, we've been going at it like rabbits and I barely know anything about you. How do you know magic, for instance? I'm curious."

"Temperance gave it to me," Seth said, his smile never wavering. As good as he had felt before, nothing could compare to this. His entire body was an erogenous zone now, those coils teasing and edging him like he was just one big cock. "I was once in his service."

"Truly? Well, he chose well then. Though I imagine something must have happened, otherwise you would not be here. But that doesn't matter in the end. Who is it you serve now?"

"Myself," Seth said. "I'm not pledged to anyone. Though I work for Davin at the bar, like I said. He used to be Lust."

"Used to be? He isn't now?" Orias asked, surprised. "Curious. Here I thought Davin lusted for power, but it seems I was mistaken. Mind telling me who Lust is now? I may have to pay them tribute later."

"Liam Theodoric," Seth answered, rewarded with a fresh squeeze all over his body. Moaning, he thrashed his head around as he tried to lick those scales over and over before he felt those coils bunch up around his neck. He was almost entirely surrounded now, unable to do much but look forward as they held his head still. Yet they were so gentle, and he was still able to breathe despite the compression. He would have been content just to stay this way.

"And to think, I used so little venom on you," chuckled Orias, caressing his face gently. "Though we wouldn't want to fry your brain with pleasure, I suppose. It's always best to start small before working your way to bigger and bigger... endeavors, shall we say. But even this small dose will leave you like this for a while, so we should enjoy the moment while it lasts."

"Yes..." Seth moaned, though it was more of a slur as he couldn't open his mouth fully. "Anything."

"I appreciate the eagerness, but let's slow down boy," Orias said, planting a kiss on the top of his head. "We have more than enough time. So how about you rest in my coils, whilst I whisper sweet words into your ears, hm? How does that sound, little wolf? I've been told I'm an amazing cuddler on more than on occasion."

"Sounds... good," sighed Seth, feeling sleepy even as he bucked his hips as much as he could. He could barely move, and yet he felt so safe and comfortable. He wondered what it would be like to be entirely cocooned from head to toe, fantasizing about all sorts of things as his need drove him nearly mad. He could hear Orias speaking, though he was too tired to focus on anything but how good he felt and how nice Orias' voice was in his ears. He lost all sense of time passing, until he felt something jolting him awake.

"Huh?" he said, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "What happened?"

"You fell asleep, silly," Orias said, kissing him on the lips. "Did you at least enjoy yourself?"

"I'm... on the bed?" Seth asked, realizing he was not only not wrapped in anything, but that Orias was also back to his anthro form. Looking around, he realized he was surrounded by the typical environment of an apartment bedroom belonging to a bachelor. They were on Earth now. "I... my shoulder's kind of sore, actually."

"Well, I did nibble you. Remember?"

"I do. I've never experienced anything like that before. I'm still horny thinking about it, geez. But weren't you just whispering stuff?"

"What, like how you're a sexy little wolf who drives me wild?" chuckled Orias, causing Seth to smile even as the blood rushed to his face. "But I wanted to wake you because you'll be late for your shift otherwise. You said you had to work tonight?"

"Shit, really?" Seth said, looking for his phone. Finding it on the nearby end table, he looked at the time before cursing under his breath. "I'm not going to be late. I am late. But... I really did enjoy this."

"Need a ride?" Orias said, rising from the bed as Seth nodded.

"If you don't mind? I don't want to impose..."

"It's no trouble. You're late because of me, anyway," Orias said, winking. "Get dressed and I'll meet you outside. I think you'll enjoy what I picked out for you while you slept."

"What do you mean?" Seth asked, before looking over to where Orias pointed. "Oh! But what about my clothes?"

"We got a bit too frisky and well... I decided to do more than simply repair them. Hope you like it. It's what I usually wear."

Seth walked over to the chair and picked up the leather thong first. It looked sort of like his own, but it had a scale design like Orias' actual scales. It even felt more supple, and as he pulled them on he realized just how flexible they were. He almost didn't even feel like he was wearing anything with how comfortable they were around his groin, and there was even a bit of a sheath for his flaccid shaft to go, though it didn't quite fit how he expected it to. Maybe it just had that much room in case he got hard? Yet as he posed in the mirror, he could see it was designed to contour perfectly to his every movement. He turned to see what Orias thought, but the cobra anthro was already out the room; did he want to give him some privacy? That was sweet of him... remembering he was late for his shift, he stopped admiring the thong and pulled on the leather pants. Again, it was similar to what he had had before but far more comfortable against his fur and skin, though tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination.

What was different from his usual clothing was his jacket; instead of the normal parka he wore, this was a leather jacket similar to what a biker would wear. As he picked it up it reminded him of when he'd been in Orias' coils, feeling just like his scales. It even smelled like him, though he soon realized why.

"This is all snakeskin leather," he muttered, before placing the jacket on. He didn't have a shirt; even if he'd been wearing one before, he found he didn't want to after his arms were through the sleeves of his new leather jacket. The inside felt very warm, but he didn't overheat at all. It felt good, causing him to get half-hard as he lost himself in the tingling sensation. The way the jacket fit him, it reached to just above his waist, exposing the small of his back just barely. As it settled over his chest, he moaned at how it rubbed constantly at his barely covered nipples, almost as if they were constantly being teased by miniature tongues. He was just sensitive, he realized, but he smiled all the same. This was a nice gift, though it did make him feel a little weird for receiving it right after sex. But he deserved it, didn't he? He wasn't about to turn it down just because he was feeling a bit bashful around the cobra.

"Wait, boots?" he said, eyeing one last bundle where his clothes had been. He never wore anything on his feet after his transformation, though the more he thought about it the more he realized he did hate the feeling of snow on his foot-pads... and summer would be here before he knew it, burning his paws. Maybe he should have invested in something by now. Looking them over, he realized it would be easy to slip into and out of; testing it out with one foot, he bit his lip as he felt himself enjoying this more than he should. Lacing it up, he tied it tight before putting the other on and standing. The boots gave him an inch or two in height, and he found they were far more comfortable to walk around in than he originally thought they would be. His toes never felt like they were being compressed... in fact, as his feet flexed and moved in the boots, it felt as if the snakeskin shifted to compensate. It felt good, relief washing over him as his feet felt like they were being giving a good massage. Making sure he had his wallet and phone, he took one last look in the mirror and winked, his wide grin plastered on his face.

"You look sexy as hell," Orias said, dressed in an outfit similar to his. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah," Seth said, letting the cobra wrap an arm around his waist as they walked. They retraced their steps down the stairs, and before Seth knew it they were out in the dark alleyway again. Instead of immediately heading to the street, though, they made a small detour to what looked like a tarp. Whipping it off in one motion, Orias revealed a large custom motorcycle meant for anthros as large as him. It even matched Orias' colors.

"Well, beautiful?" Orias said, mounting the bike and tucking his tail away for safety. "You going to stand there all night or are you going to hop on?"

"Oh! Right," Seth chuckled, apprehensive as he slowly approached it. Trying his best to copy what he'd seen Orias do, he soon found himself with his hands wrapped around his waist. "I've... never been on one of these before."

"Never dated a bad boy either, I bet," Orias joked, eliciting a laugh from the wolf.

"Well, we're technically not dating," Seth said, resting his head against his back.

"...Do you want to?" Orias said, causing Seth's heart to leap into his throat. "I can't promise I'd be romantic or monogamous, though."

"Honestly, I don't want to settle down either," Seth said. "Sure, why the hell not. If nothing else we'll have amazing sex."

"Now that's what I like to hear," Orias laughed, his rumbling voice soothing him. "Hold tight, babe."

"What about a helm-"

Seth was immediately cut off as the engine roared to life, and he held tighter than he meant to as they drove to the end of the alleyway. Stopping only long enough to be sure they wouldn't be hit by a car, Orias peeled out onto the street. Seth could hear his heart beating in his ears as adrenaline rushed through him; Orias was an excellent driver, but he weaved in and out of traffic like he owned the road. At first, he'd been frightened, but as they continued on and the vibrations of the vehicle aroused him, he found himself smiling as he dug his claws in a bit, encouraging the cobra to go faster. As if he could read his mind, Orias laughed and sped up even more. With anyone else, Seth would have been terrified... but he felt safe with Orias. He was a daemon, sure, but that knowledge only helped relax him. If even a small part of his power was in this machine, he knew he was in good hands.

"We're here," Orias said, slowing down after avoiding the place for a while. Seth had noticed of course, but he didn't want this to end so soon. But he realized it did have to end.

"Thanks," Seth said, carefully dismounting once they'd parked somewhere on the street. Feeding the meter with coins, Orias came over and gave him a hug. "Did you mean what you said, though?"

"About seeing you again, or us dating?"

"Both?" Seth asked, before Orias leaned in for a passionate kiss. Pulling away, his fanged smile put him at ease.

"If that's what you really want, then yes. Though I asked you first, didn't I?"

"Oh. Right," Seth said, laughing. "I guess I'm just a bit giddy."

"That's how it should be," Orias said, his hand resting on the shoulder he'd been bitten on. Wincing at first, he relaxed as he felt his strong hand massage the muscle underneath. "Though you said you danced on Saturdays, hm? It's not Saturday, so what do you do here?"

"Oh! I just help with odds and ends I guess... backstage, help deliver drinks to some of the customers. Things like that... it just depends if they need me for anything or not."

"Mind showing me?" Orias said. "If that's okay."

"Well you might not be allowed in some areas, but there's plenty you can still see," Seth said. "Hey... can I call you something else, by the way? Orias can be a mouthful at times, even if it is... beautiful."

"I don't mind getting a nickname, babe," Orias said. "I've had plenty before, though some are kinkier than others. Like 'daddy'."

"Oh..." Seth said, shivering slightly as he whispered that last word in his ear. "Well... what would you like?"

"Hm... Onyx sounds tough, yes? Tough nickname for a tough boyfriend?"

"Yeah," Seth said, agreeing. "Sounds good, 'Onyx'. Heh."

"See? You like it," Orias said, smirking as they approached the bar entrance, being stopped by a lion... it was Mark, now that Seth looked at him. He'd been distracted that he hadn't noticed who it was exactly.

"Mind if I see some ID's, you tw- oh, Seth," Mark said, looking him up and down. "I thought maybe you called in sick."

"Ah... I forgot to text Davin... shit..."

"I kept him too long at my place, and then well... I got a bit lost on the way here," Orias said, covering a bit for Seth. "So that's why he's later than he wanted to be. He couldn't stop talking about this place, so I decided to come too."

"Oh, really?" Mark asked, looking him up and down. "Well, if Seth's with you then I guess you're okay. I didn't catch your name, though?"

"Mark..." Seth growled, annoyed that Mark was hitting on Orias.

"You can call me Onyx," Orias said, introducing himself with the nickname. Seth figured it was for the same reasons he had trouble with his real name. "I'm his boyfriend, actually."

"Well, now that's a surprise," Mark said, smirking. "Seth doesn't usually date anyone long enough to call them 'boyfriend'. But if that's true then I'm happy for you both. I'll let you two enjoy your night... Oh, right! I clocked you in Seth. I know we're not supposed to, but... well, you're never late, so I figured I'd do you a solid before I came out for my shift just this once."

"Thanks, you didn't have to do that. But what about Davin?" Seth asked. "He'll have noticed..."

"Actually, they're in some kinda meeting with Dylann. Don't know what about, but they've been in there a while. So you're good to go if you hurry your ass in there and act like you've been here the whole time. Just don't make a habit of it; I won't cover you every time, even if you do have a very good excuse tonight..."

"Okay let's go!" Seth said, pulling a very amused Orias by the arm as they quickly entered.

"You're jealous," Orias said, once they were in the hallway and out of earshot. "It's cute."

"Sorry, I just..."

"Hey, relax. I have eyes only for you right now," Orias said, his eyes glowing a bit. Seth nodded, relaxing against Orias as they walked into the bar side by side. Slowing down, Orias looked very thoughtful before smiling. "This is close to Lust's realm. The energy here is... delicious."

"I thought you might like that," Seth said, smiling wickedly. "Kept it a surprise for you, since you're a lust daemon and all."

"Well, I prefer 'desire' daemon. It's more accurate, and I am a sucker for alliterative associations. But thank you, babe. This is a nice surprise."

"Well I can't feed you all by myself anyway," Seth chuckled, his cock almost always half-hard in his thong now. "I've never been with any daemon before though..."

"Just think of me like any other anthro you'd meet," Orias said, reassuring him with a squeeze. "Every mortal I've ever been with always gets so nervous when it comes to that dynamic. I may enjoy being treated like a god by a harem of sexy men from time to time, but I'm just like anyone else really. If they had to feed off the lustful energies of mortals for the sake of their entire existence, anyway."

"A harem, hm? Should I call you 'master' then?" Seth teased.

"Oh, no, nothing like that. I was joking, though I do love being in charge," Orias said, walking up to the bar and sitting down. Seth sat down next to him, scooting the stool as close as he could so that their thighs were touching. "As you know."

"...Mmm," Seth said, stifling a moan at the memory. "I didn't think I could even take them both like that, but you know what you're doing..."

"...Can I get you something?" asked the arctic fox, clearly waiting for them to notice him. He looked around awkwardly, though he was smiling and doing his best to pretend not to hear their conversation.

"Oh, Vance!" Seth said, noticing him for the first time. "Ah... sorry."

"I'll have scotch, on the rocks. He'll have the same," Orias said. "Unless..."

"No, I'll have exactly that," Seth said, reassuring Orias. "I want to share everything with you, yeah?"

"Alright, sounds good," Vance said, preparing two glasses already. "You working tonight, Seth?"

"I'm supposed to, but you know. What do I need to do that isn't being taken care of already?"

"Hm... well, you're not a bartender or a bouncer, and we have plenty of those. Davin's busy, so I'm in charge for now... I'll let you know, how about that? You two seem like a cute couple, though I didn't think that was your type Seth."

"We sorta just hit it off," Seth said, smiling happily. "Though the sex was pretty convincing..."

"You're just teasing me now, aren't you?" Vance said, rolling his eyes with an amused smirk on his face. "You know I don't swing that way. Or any way that I've noticed, really. Though I do like a good romance story, if I'm being honest. Here's your drinks."

"You're getting better at this, Vance," Seth said, thanking him for the drink as he and Orias clinked glasses together. "The small talk, I mean."

"...You think so?" Vance asked, smiling. "I've been trying pretty hard, so... thanks. That means a lot."

"You the shy type?" Orias asked, clearly interested. "First I hear you're not into anyone, and now you're not used to small talk?"

"Oh... I'm new, is all," Vance said. "All I really know how to do well is being a bartender, but even then I never had to learn the social side of it. But if you'll excuse me, I need to see to some other customers. Enjoy your night, and I'll call you if I need any help with anything, Seth."

"I'll be around," Seth said, waving as the arctic fox went to deal with a few college age looking customers. Taking a drink, he grimaced a bit before shaking it off.

"Not your drink, I take it?"

"Nah, it's just I'm not used to it. I usually get a whiskey."

"Scotch is whiskey, though it's made in Scotland. And from malted barley. The type you usually drink is probably different. Maybe bourbon?"

"Well, it's not bad. Hell maybe the type of whiskey I'm used to is different because it's a transformative."

"How you got your form, I take it?" Orias asked, causing Seth to nod. "Well you look good this way. Especially now that we have matching outfits."

"I wasn't sure about it at first, but I have to admit it's... comfortable," Seth said, choosing his words a bit more carefully before leaning closer to whisper where his ear would be. "Besides, it's got me really fucking horny."

"Naughty boy," Orias hissed, his soothing voice making Seth feel good. "Then again, now that I look at you... you look more like a man than a boy to me. Muzzle notwithstanding, of course."

"Of course," Seth said, rubbing his wet nose. "I know what you mean, though. I keep looking over some of the guys in here and I just think... well..."

"Think what?" Orias encouraged, massaging his thigh. "You can tell me."

"I think how much I'd love to bend them over the bar here and use them like a flesh-light," growled Seth, stroking his cock through his pants a bit. "If I keep getting this horny I'm not gonna be able to dance on Saturday, though. Can't jack off on stage, even if they get a better show that way."

"Maybe once we're more comfortable with each other, we might find the occasional partner for a threesome, hm?" Orias suggested, taking a drink from his glass.

"That sounds like a good idea," Seth chuckled, mirroring him. Well, this drink was starting to grow on him at least. He thought about how he'd been here for months, and yet he hadn't branched out from his usual drink. It's not like he had much experience with any liquor as it was. "You ready to look around? Or do you want to dance?"

"Oh, I prefer to dance a different way..." Orias said, his eyes undressing him right there. "But I enjoy watching them. All of them are here to forget their worries, swaying and moving in sync with those around them as they simply just exist. This one may have to go to their job tomorrow, or that one might have to deal with that problem they've been putting off. Who knows. But for this moment, they are one writhing mass of like-minded individuals seeking only one thing: pleasure above all."

Seth watched the dance floor as Orias described it, and he could almost see exactly what he meant. They were all disconnected, and yet even as they avoided each other or grouped up they were all united under the lights and the music pouring through the speakers. He'd been out there a few times, of course, but he'd never been able to put words to the feeling he'd gotten quite like his new boyfriend had just done.

"Um..." Seth said, pausing to find his words as he finished his drink. He felt the small buzzing of alcohol as it coursed through his system, helping him to relax even more as he rose from his seat. "Would you like to look around, now?"

"I would. Take me to your favorite places," Orias said, standing with him as he knocked back his drink, placing the empty glass on the bar counter. "Though what about..."

"Hey, Vance! Put those drinks on my tab, okay?" Seth said, getting the thumbs-up from the arctic fox before he winked at Orias and took him by the hand. The cobra's larger hand wrapped around his own as Seth led him on, showing him around as he pointed out what he did or what he enjoyed about this or that thing. Every time he did he would look back up to Orias for his approval, smiling whenever he nodded or gave an encouraging word to keep going with the tour. Seth was more than happy to as they spent the night together, the wolf's tail wagging behind him the entire time.