Lust, Not War I
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This story involves sexual relations between male characters. It is intended for the personal enjoyment of adults over the age of majority in their region of residence. Kids, ask your parents first.
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"Spare a coin, m'lord?"
"What's that?" The tall lion turned towards the cloaked figure, his hand going absently to his sword. Crouched against the inn's wall, the beggars delicate-looking furless hands held up in supplication, to receive alms "A beggar in my camp? A human one, no less! Well, stand up, boy, and let me look at ya, I don't go giving my money to anyone..."
With only a moment's hesitation, the human rose easily to his feet, and drew back his hood, looking nervous but attentive. The lion thought the male seemed almost to study the big cats form with more-than-passing interest, before his gaze settled on the lion's own eyes. "M'lord?"
Bold one, for a beggar, thought the feline. The tall lion looked intently down at the man, causing the human to avert his gaze. The big feline sniffed twice, loudly, his nostrils twitching. "Well, now, spry and clean, ain'tcha? Able-bodied and young enough too... I'm sorry Lad, but you won't be getting any 'spare' coin from the General Braag's coffers. Most my money goes towards the war effort, these days, alas." He hardened his expression into a glare, and flicked his tail. "It needs all it can get, and effort too - Any proper male would have enlisted by now, man or beast!"
The human looked up and met his gaze again, "Forgive me, Sir, but my best talents do not lie in direct confrontation... I'm more a lover than a fighter, as it were."
The man grinned easily at the lion, but the big cat still detected a faint sense of fear and nervousness. "Hmm, what's that? A lover?" Humans were so strange, and even after years of dealing with them, the General still tended to forget. "Well, ya won't find any females around a war outpost, Lad, else the males wouldn't all be so hard-up! So ya'd had best, uh... Oh." He pauses as the implication settles in. He wasn't stupid and his mind was practiced at putting things together rather fast. "A lover, ya say?"
"Yes, Sir." The human nodded, seeming uncertain whether that was going to be a good thing or not.
Probably wondering where I'm going with this, Braag thought. Guess I should let him know...
"So, you'd be willing to earn that coin, Lad?" The big lion let his paw run down his body to rub over his crotch briefly, before moving over to his money bag. "Maybe join me for a drink, and we can discuss it?"
The human visibly relaxed, "Uh, yeah... Er, Certainly. Sir." Bragg thought his smile more genuine this time.
The big lion laughed, and put his arm around the much shorter male's shoulders, guiding him towards the door of the inn. "Excellent! What's yer name, Lad?"
"Cedric, Sir."
******
Cedric couldn't believe the way the night had gone so far.
Hell, he could barely accept that the last few weeks had happened. First the war, apparently started by the neighboring Kingdom Eldenbriand's prize Princess eloping with Dragon King Desznoriath JadisVy'arne, (polymorphed into a elf, naturally) and giving birth, out-of-wedlock, to a half-dragon Heir. Without question, the Eldenbriand's would want revenge for the slight to their honour, though King 'Deszy' had agreed to formally "...Mate the Princess publicly, or otherwise make it an official union... Yanno, whatever the elves need for that kinda thing...". Such a public declaration by an 'unholy beast lord' was hardly of comfort to the Eldenbriand's sensibilities, so the war was declared after both the Princess and the Heir had been 'spirited away' to the 'land of beasts'.
The town in which Cedric now found himself in was unfortunately closer to the border between Eldenbriand and 'beastland' JadisVy'arn then he would normally have wished when war broke out. And it didn't take long for the beast hordes to gather, and take over the town as part of the supply line for the battlefront. Which meant Cedric's own 'supply line' was not only cut off, but rendered mostly moot. Smuggling the treasures of the wild and magical Jadis to rich Elvish nobles was hardly a safe business during war time. While surrounded by well-armed troops.
"Here ya go, Lad, an ale on me!"
Well-armed, sexy troops, in some cases, thought Cedric, eyeing up Bragg again. The big lion passed him the rather large mug, nearly sloshing the front of Cedric's jerkin with the liquid, and spilling still more when he slapped Cedric 'playfully' on the back. "Let's go find a nice dim corner to 'talk' in, eh?" The big beast said much more quietly. He went shambling off, and Cedric took a big gulp of his ale, before following.
Cedric was a vagabond by nature, and a thief and smuggler by trade. When the troops made that risky business, Cedric found himself falling easily into his earlier occupations: slight-of-hand entertainment, begging and whoring. Things had gone well so far, but when he had begged for a handout tonight, he hadn't expected his mark to be General Bragg. He had figured his luck was over. He had expected to find himself in stocks in the town square within the hour, with lash marks down his back and waiting to die. He certainly hadn't expected to be sliding into a seat next to the big, sexy male, getting ready to negotiate for sex.
Not that he minded, or course, especially given the circumstances. He was fond of males, and finding a big seasoned warrior randy and ready for play was a rare thing indeed. His only previous 'clients' lately had been young, new recruits, away from the ranch for the first time and looking for any comfort they could find. And this wouldn't be the first time he'd used sex to save his skin either, with either males or females, and likely wouldn't be the last. After all, he was good with his hands...
******
"So then, Lad, how much for a hand-job?" Bragg decided to be forthright, once they were out of the easy view of anyone who might be interested in seeing. He started to untie the drawstring on his britches, hoping to have caught Cedric off guard with the question..
"Five coppers, my Lord," The human replied, after barely a pause.
A steady lad he is, thought the lion, studying the human intently as he shucked his pants part way down his thighs.
They had found a bench at the far back of the inn's common room, as far from the bar - and the rest of the patrons - as possible. The place wasn't crowded, and most folks were closer to the front, around the bar. The exception being a rowdy bunch of gnoll warriors who kept themselves a few tables from the rest, but were still a good distance off from Bragg and his human friend. The lion recognized most of them but, especially their commander - a large sombre-looking (and attractive, thought the cat) male named Garrick - who seemed to be the only one among them still sober. Still, Garrick only glanced their way once, as they had passed, and offered Bragg a salute, but showed no further interest.
A pity, that, thought Bragg as he dug into his money-pouch, distractedly. He'd been tempted to get under that beast's loincloth for awhile, but the General's underling saw his one attempt as an ill-concieved joke. If only I'd pulled rank in that way...
That thought seemed to get a reaction from his groin, and he grinned, pulling his thoughts back to the situation at hand. He looked over at the human. Cedric was looking at him, but seemed unconcerned if the big cat wanted to woolgather, with his cock out, all night long. The lion cleared his throat, and took a swallow of ale. "Five coppers, ya say?" Bragg counted out five coins out onto the table, then leaned back, to further access to his crotch for the human, "Well, there ya go, Lad, let's start with that then, eh?"
The human made the coppers seem to disappear even as his talented-looking hands found their way into Bragg's lap, one rubbing gently over the cat's furred scrotum and the other gently palming his shaft to begin bringing it to attention.
"Easy at first, General?" Cedric said, his human hands having already teased the feline's flesh to a plump fullness with what seemed to be barely a touch. Bragg could only nod, the human's hands seeming to float around his rapidly hardening member; each bit of contact a slight, yet exquisitely effective, caress. The human seemed to be hardly touching him, just barely teasing fur and skin, but it had been a long time since anyone had touched him at all. The big cat found himself in rampant arousal before Cedric even 'properly' gripped his cock, and gave it a full stroke from tip to base, to meet the other hand which has cupped his balls and squeezed ever-so-softly, making him gasp quietly.
"You like that, eh, General?" The human grinned at him, "Your starting to drip already." Cedric began honestly stoking the big cat's cock, as Bragg's fluids offered lubrication. The lion was purring, but let out a little gasp or grunt every time the smooth palm of the human ran over his cock-head, or the male rubbed his thumb in such a way just beneath it to make the big cat want to squirm. He was gasping and panting, and it seemed to him that it made the human want to bring him off that much faster.
And General Bragg didn't think it would be long, "How much to cum in your mouth, Lad?" He panted.
"A blowjob cost's two silver." Cedric replied, not even slowing his assault of pleasure on the big lion's rod.
"Even just to cum in your mouth- " He grunted, as the human gave his nuts another squeeze, "- after this?"
Cedric dipped his head down and lapped his human tongue over the tip of the big cat's cock, then looked him in the eyes and nodded, "No exceptions, even from sexy fucking males like you, Sir." The human grinned as Bragg dug into his money pouch again. Four silvers clattered onto the table.
"Get down there, Lad, and have a good taste. Then ya can suck the second load from me good and proper like..."
The human barely got Bragg into his mouth before the lion gripped his head in his paws and unloaded his spunk over Cedric's lapping tongue. Bragg growled a bit as his cock twitched between the human lips as he let fly, the pleasure of his orgasm washing over him. He closed his eyes and laid his head back as his semen filled the human's mouth. Cedric seemed happy enough to swallow all he had to give.
God's, that was great! Thought Bragg, as his pleasure ebbed despite the human still nursing on his groin, and the world began to seep back into his senses. The smell of beer. The rowdy gnoll's shouting some kind of fight song, and banging their mugs on the table. He opened his eyes and glanced towards them.
And then looked again, his gaze meeting the dark, sober gaze of Garrick. The big hyena-like male was looking right at him. And grinning.