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With a clatter, the coin struck the smooth wood of the bar top, before weaving between the talons of the dragon who held it. Sanguine slouched at the bar with a sigh, his fur mottled and scruffy, while his ragged wings were wrapped in a cloak; like old wears long since forgotten in the depths of storage. Even so, the vesper's sharp eyes were fixed on the coin as it rolled back and forth between his talons, at least until he lifted a foreclaw, leaving the dulled metal free to wander. It did so for but a moment before bumping against an empty shot glass with a light tap, where it soon fell over.

Tails, looks like another drink then? The dragon thought to himself as he swept a forepaw over the fallen trinket and began to weave it between his claws once more. I can take all the drinks this place has.

"Another!" he called, banging his opposite forepaw on the bar top, summoning the attention of the tavern's occupants once more.

The eyes of griffins and drakes were on him like wary birds waiting for a wounded beast to die, yet he couldn't care less. The worst that could happen is he'd be thrown out on his tail.

Nothing new, same story, different town. He thought, tugging the hood of his cloak tight over his head. Not like they'll see who I am anyway.

Nevertheless, there was only one soul in the dull room Sanguine cared to capture the attention of, and sure enough, the scruffy-looking griffin behind the bar sidled over with a frown. His tatty feathers appeared as if they'd been through a hurricane, dulled white and ruffled more than a fur duster. Even so, the signature scowl worn by almost every cat-tail in existence was grimly displayed on his scowling beak as he snorted.

"Don't you think you've had enough?" The avian-feline eyed the dragon's empty glass suspiciously.

Sanguine didn't so much as spare the lonely vessel a glance as he huffed back.

"I only see one glass, that count as too much for you?" he asked, before lifting a wing to retrieve a small pouch of gold. "Or don't you want this? A hard-snout not looking to sniff some gold, now that would be a surprise."

The dragon smirked, fangs flashing as the avian ruffled his scruffy feathers, then sneered.

"You may want to watch where you flash that coin around here, night-drake," he warned as he snatched the gold away, and moved to prepare another shot. "You never know what 'hard-snouts' may really want to sniff it."

"I'll take my chances," the dragon replied bluntly, as the griffin returned with his drink. "But you..." He downed the shot in one go, taking a moment before adding. "You may want to watch who you're dealing with too."

"And that's saying I'm supposed to know who you are, is it?" the bartender asked as Sanguine motioned for another drink.

"Keep digging and you'll find out," the vesper warned, but the griffin shrugged as he went to conjure up another shot, glancing over his shoulder as Sanguine was sure he heard several bar patrons sit up.

The scrape of their stools was obvious, the tap of their claws on the creaky floorboards ringing in his sensitive ears as they twitched. He detected snarls and rasping breaths of scorn and dissatisfaction. The air was bitter with it, lost souls oppressed and left to rot in some tavern at the tail end of civilization.

New town, same story. Sanguine thought again as he closed his claws around the coin, clenching it into a fist. It's nothing new.

"You know, come to think of it... I feel like I do recognize you from somewhere," the bartender commented as he returned with the dragon's third shot. "Not too often we see a vesper in these parts. Even less likely to see one of your pattern."

Sanguine's ears pressed flat to his ruff as he took another shot and huffed, cold vapor snorting from his flared nostrils.

"Dark fur, red markings, hidden under a cloak. Looks to me like you're from Noctstiriacus, and don't want to be seen," the bartender continued to observe, leaning back as Sanguine felt the breath of several thugs surrounding him.

"A deserter, I imagine?" the griffin added, yet the vesper only stared down at the bar top as a voice slithered beside him.

"Takesss a lot to ssso willingly flasssh coin like that, ssstranger." The snake-like wyvern's tongue flicked from his toothy maw as he hissed. "Why not tell usss more about yourssselfff?"

"You really want to know?" Sanguine grunted, glancing left, then right, seeing the wyvern on one side and a hard-shelled turtle-like brute on the other. "We gonna do this here?"

"Boys," muttered the bartender, in a low dangerous tone, but the burly wyvern didn't so much as glance the griffin's way as he moved to peer right into Sanguin's eyes.

"Way ahead of you, night-drake... I sssee no place better..." Sanguine cut the thug off with a butt to the head before he could hiss another word.

The wyvern fell back over the bar, wings spreading and shattering glasses like frail crystal, small pops of alcohol flowing as the vesper tried to leap forward. Before he could do so the stunned brute kicked up, striking the prince in the stomach, sending him right back into the arms of two more thugs. Winded, Sanguine could do little more than wince as the shelled-brute and a shaggy, wolf-like cutthroat with a hunched spine dragged him back by his wings.

What did I expect, tail end of nowhere, of course, they're gonna be good in a scrap? Taking a deep breath before the pair could toss him over a table, the night-drake collected himself and flung his wings forward. _ _

His efforts did little to dislodge the larger of his two attackers, yet the scruffy canine was thrown right around to the dragon's front. Their eyes met, yet while the thug was momentarily dazed, the dragon snorted a breath of frost right in his face.

"Gah, by the sands, my eyes!" cried the canine, muzzle wrinkled into a snarl as he clutched his closed eyes and fell back, squirming.

Several onlookers scattered like timid birds as he blundered over a table and sent it toppling, shattering more glass in a deluge of alcohol. Yet there was no time for satisfaction as, before he knew it, Sanguine was thrown over the second thug's back and held there for a moment, kicking and flapping, before he was slammed into the floor, cracking the moldy floorboards.

Oof... Okay... that one hurt... The dragon inwardly remarked as he winced, while his burly attacker flopped back onto all four paws. Maybe this wasn't the best idea?

It was never anything the prince would openly admit, not that it appeared he'd have the luxury as the shelled beast stepped aside, allowing the wyvern to slink over, pinning Sanguine with a claw as he wiped his bloody nose.

"I've had whoresss break my sssnout in harder than that, ssssoft-coat!" he declared, shoving down harder, forcing the vesper to gasp. "No scales, no spine... Your kind just gets eaten up around here."

"Y-you say that as... A-as if... You're not all stuck wallowing in this... Cesspit because my kind's on top!" Sanguine spat and while onlookers gasped, brandishing claws, the wyvern atop him sneered.

"Sssay that again, tight-tail, and I'll ssshove that privileged life ssstyle up your tale hole before I kill you!"

"Oh... P-please... You're not my type... I like big cocks, not... Tiny... Snakes!" Sanguine countered, with a wheeze.

"Why, you wretch I'll..." The wyvern reared up.

"Wait, you can't kill him!" called the griffin from behind the bar. "He's a deserter, they'll be a bounty on his head worth thousands!"

The wyvern paused, earning a glance from his bulky companion and sniffle from his canine counterpart as he recovered.

"That's a lot of coin, boss," muttered the brute on the left, while the right nodded groggily.

"Humph, fine, but..." The lead brute shoved Sanguine against the wall, knocking free old portraits and taxidermy fish. "I think I'll drag him back for sssome private time while we have him, sssee how tight that tail-hole is."

"I'd cut it off the moment I saw it," the vesper wheezed as the wyvern squeezed his neck. "T-that's if I could... see it!"

Something in his tormentor clearly broke at that, and there was no offer of gold or comment from his companions that was going to stop him as he reared back. Sanguine reflexively closed his eyes, hating himself for the weakness, yet no blow fell, only the sound of the bar door heaving open met his flat ears.

"My, my, one could hear the ruckus from outside, what in the stars' name is going on in here?" All eyes turned to the door to see a prim-looking dragoness, her feathered hide covered by an ornate-looking robe and head marked by a sleek crown.

Illuminated from behind by the desert sun, she seemed to glow with radiance, a look so stunning Sanguine couldn't take his eyes off her, regardless of his rather serious predicament. Not that such a situation lasted any longer, as every rowdy bar patron swiftly shot up straight, appearing as if each of them were a naughty hatchling caught right in the act. Free, the vesper fell to the floor hacking and coughing as the mysterious dragoness strode into the bar with such regality and grace it was as if she owned the place.

"Have you all been fighting again, you know what the syndicate said about that, don't you?" she cooed, and at the mention of the word 'syndicate', every thug looked like they were the ones about to be killed.

"J-just sssome outsssider causssing trouble, ma'am. Nothin' more,'' hissed the wyvern as he subtly slid his tail away from Sanguine. "Nothin' you need to worry about either."

The feathered dragoness cocked her head, two furry ears perking up as she did so. Her eyes were a stark, emerald green, a sharp contrast to her sunset-colored coat. The downy fur was well kept, orange pinions and mane fading into a twilight hue, as if she were the last summer rays before twilight. At least from what Sanguine could see of her; her extravagant, blue robes, along with several gem-studded bands, left a lot of her slender physique up to the imagination.

"I think you'll find the syndicate has to worry about everything, dear," purred the dragoness as she slinked over, each thug giving a nervous shudder as she did so. "Not that we don't know what you're doing every moment of the day, or should I tell your mate that you were in here planning to rutt some stranger's tail-hole?"

"Without consent, I might add," Sanguine coughed from the floor, rubbing his worn neck even as the wyvern thwacked him with his tail. "Hey, didn't you hear her, no more fighting!?"

The feathered dragoness regarded the scruffy vesper with curious interest at that, running a foreclaw over one of many golden rings about her slender neck.

"No, need to tell anyone anything, ma'am," huffed the wyvern, withdrawing from Sanguine with a nod to his two companions. "Common boys, we're done with this place."

"I should hope so, damage to the town's establishments damages income, and that damages the syndicate's pocket," the feathered dragoness stated primly, shooting the thugs a sharp glance. "You do that, and they'll be a lot more than adultery to worry about."

The wyvern snorted, yet the mysterious female simply turned to him with a flick of her tail as he thudded out.

"Well..." She peered out over the stunned crowd, eyes drifting over each perplexed face until they came to rest on the griffin behind the bar. "You gonna get back to making coin?"

"Okay, folks, you heard her, back to your business," the hard-beak declared, and with a series of mutters, the patrons went back to their drinks. "Sands and scorpions, I'm gonna have to find time to clear up," he muttered under his breath as he regarded several flipped tables.

"You know, picking fights around here with no friends, is really not the best idea?" the mysterious stranger stated bluntly as she offered a forepaw to Sanguine, helping him up.

You can say that again. The vesper thought, yet as he stumbled to his paws and caught his breath, he couldn't take his eyes off her. She made them run like cowering hatchlings, not to mention... By the night, I'd like to see under that tail!

"What can I say, making friends with jackasses wasn't really my strong suit," he offered, resisting the urge to lick his lips.

Friends with toned, feathered asses though? He averted his eyes from her rump, doing his best to suppress the thoughts before they became more obvious. That I can do.

"Evidently," she responded simply, turning toward the bar with a flick of her tail, only to glance back. "Your desire is so palpable I can smell it, so you gonna keep staring or let me buy you a drink first?"

W-what she can see, but... Sanguine's mind went blank, he couldn't even feel arousal between his nethers and she knew! By the night, she's perceptive!

"I... Urm... I..." the vesper stammered awkwardly, shifting his paws as he staggered to the bar with her. "W-what can I say... Sleek dragoness comes to save my tail... Not gonna do anything more?"

The stranger gave a light, almost flustered snort as she took a seat at the bar, ruffling her feathers and narrowing her eyes.

"My, my, flirting with the head of the syndicate. If only you knew who I was?" she purred, nodding to the griffin. "Whatever my friend here wants, I think you owe him."

"On the house, or courtesy of your friends downstairs?" the avian asked, and the stranger nodded. "Guess there's some coin you can let slip then?"

"Don't push your luck, cat-tail," the dragoness shot back, and the griffin nodded wearily as he went to make another shot.

"Forgive me for not knowing what this syndicate thing is... Seems like a big deal," Sanguine muttered, still enamored by the dragoness as she sat down. "But I'm not one for politics."

"Please, politics is the last thing I'm in this line of work for," she responded, as the griffin offered the vesper his drink. "Fine taste," she observed with a nod.

"Said it was the strongest he had," the prince boasted as he downed the shot. "Can I tempt you for another?"

"You can have as many as you desire," she assured, nodding to the griffin, who rolled his eyes. "Strong stomach, you don't even look tipsy yet."

"Trust me, I'm getting there," he told her, a small hiccup escaping his mouth as he attempted to wrap his tail around hers.

"How charming," she observed, snatching her tail away from his as the griffin brought him yet another drink. "Lucky for you, I only save dragons I like."

"Oh, so you do like me then?" the vesper asked, downing more of the alcohol, feeling it slither like warm honey into the pit of his belly. "Because... You're way more my type than that slimy wing-walker."

"Yeah, well, that wyvern will have your head the moment he sees you out of my sight," she warned as the barkeeper asked.

"The regular for you, ma'am?" She shook her head and waved him off with a forepaw.

"No thanks, I'm not drinking today."

He cocked his head as if that were the most curious thing in the world, yet not one to argue, he merely shrugged and muttered.

"Suit yourself."

"All the more for me," Sanguine chuckled as he ruffled a wing, attempting to rub it against hers. "Or are you just saving yourself, gorgeous?"

"Hmm, yes, it's all definitely going to your head now," she countered, as she withdrew her wing from his reach.

The prince pouted, ears falling flat as he huffed.

"How about a name, at least?" he implored, and she smirked.

"It's Nyra, and you?" she retorted swiftly.

"Sanguine... Though my friends call me Sangie," he offered proudly.

No, no, not my real name I... Oh, who cares, she's hot... The prince's drunken mind inwardly floundered. And... Yep, this is really starting to get to me.

"You assume we're friends?" she questioned with a raised eye crest.

"You assume we're not?" he countered and she giggled.

"No, but I do like you," she offered, before her smirk grew. "Just not enough to let you grope my tail and wings out here."

"You say that as if you have somewhere else in mind?" he muttered, with a not-so-subtle hiccup.

"I may have a few ideas," she cooed, running a foreclaw down her neck. "The syndicate has a bathhouse only a few doors down... And a vesper like you is so hard to come by."

Oh, she's making me hard already. He awkwardly bundled his cloak around his crotch to mask the growing arousal as she flicked her tail and ruffled her wings.

"How many of those has he had?" she asked the griffin, nodding to the shot glass.

"About seven, if you count the ones you paid for," the cat-tail responded and she nodded.

"Well, doesn't that just make him prime for a fun time?" She slid the griffin a small pouch of gold, marked by the symbol of two green wings. "Keep the change, this sexy thing is more than enough."

She ran a forepaw under the prince's chin as he stared at her, totally smitten.

Oh, this day just took a turn for the better. He thought, as she got up, and beckoned for him to follow with a sway of her rump. Or should I say night?

*

"Watch your step, wouldn't want you getting all wet before it's time," purred Nyra as she led the smitten vesper around several steamy pools, each filled by bathing dragons of all kinds.

Griffins stood with feathers sopping wet, yet steaming like hot coals as snake-like naga poured water into pits of flitting embers. Vapour filled the place like a hot blanket, mist pooling in the arches above as smaller beasts darted from pool to pool. A large basin constructed for purely aquatic creatures was teaming with the sleek, scaly bodies of hippocampi, while gushing waterfalls connected it to the waterways of the city.

"Quite the party you've got here," Sanguine observed, battling not to slip on the sleek tiles as he drunkenly staggered after Nyra. "Though, I imagine you have somewhere more private in mind?"

"Always so perceptive," she cooed, glancing back over her shoulder. "The syndicate has its talons in just about every money-pot in town, this is just home base. Could say it's a purely family business," she offered mysteriously.

"Must be a pretty big family?" he suggested and she giggled as she rolled her eyes.

"Oh, trust me, you've no idea." Nevertheless, she swiftly turned toward a more secluded set of arches in the far wall. "Though in terms of privacy, what's a bathhouse without a whore house?"

"Oh, I see you're into that line of business too?" he asked, and she smirked.

"Only for the money, not for the good time," she corrected and he cocked his head.

True, she's too pretty for a whore. He thought as they descended a set of steps into the deep bowels of the bathhouse, where steamy moisture pooled and festered. What does that mean for me and her then?

He asked as much as she rolled her eyes.

"Please, my sister twice removed is the whore, I'm pickier about my prey," she assured and he smirked right back.

"So I'm prey, that's it?" he asked and she flicked her tail.

"Unless you say you're not into it." The look in his eyes seemingly told her all she needed to know, and she added swiftly. "My point exactly."

It's like she can read minds. He thought, as the two rounded a sharp corner and descended into a large chamber.

The rough cobble foundations of the bathhouse above mixed with the natural rock of a cave, the walls glinting wet and humidity like an all-consuming pressure in the thick air. The pair's coats were already matted with water, even as Nyra paused, sitting upon a set of furs that formed a mangy carpet.

"Damn, it's so wet down here," he commented, running a foreclaw over his neck as he swayed. "And my buzz is wearing off."

"Don't worry, I've been wet ever since the tavern," Nyra quipped, tail sawing. "Though, I prefer dry heat."

"Too bad all I want to do is make you wetter." Sanguine smirked, fangs flashing. "What are we waiting for?"

"Just a room, can't be too uncivilized now, can we?" she countered, and the vesper cocked his head in confusion, at least until a voice cut them both off.

"Mistress Nyra, what are you doing here?" The tone was bitter, almost as if its owner was mildly disapproving of all they saw before them. "Looking like that, I might add?"

Sanguine glanced left, then right, yet Nyra's eyes were swift to find the newcomer, as the sleek, blue-scaled dragoness materialized from the shade of an archway to glower at the pair.

"Ah, J'risha, good to see you're keeping up..." The fluffy dragoness rolled a forepaw. "More diverse appearances."

"I'll talk to you about that later," the sapphire dragoness huffed, before sweeping forward with the grace of a gentle stream to peer at Sanguine. "What's this fine prey you've snatched for yourself?"

"A vesper from the north... A deserter, no less," Nyra informed with a sly glance, a glance that J'risha returned. "Some of your thugs were about to run him through... And not with a knife, if you catch me."

"I'd imagine you'd want that honor yourself. Lest you let me take it?" The blue dragoness smirked as she approached the prince. "You got a name, night-drake?"

Two gorgeous dragonesses... they want my name... Oh!? All that left his muzzle was an awkward stammer as Nyra interrupted.

"Sanguine, though I think I'll call him Sangie, shorter name, easier to say," she offered, and the blue dragoness eyed the prince up and down.

"I see, well..." She turned away, ruffling her wings as she shot Nyra a sour glance. "Pray my sister here goes easy on you." She jabbed a wing at the feathered dragoness. "I'll want to talk to you later."

"Of course, sister," Nyra acknowledged with a bow.

Sister... I don't see any family resemblance here? The prince thought, saying as much the moment J'risha slinked back into the gloom of the arches.

"Just a figure of speech, all within the syndicate are like siblings. Family business; like I said," Nyra elaborated swiftly, before she led on into another corridor lined with heavy, metal doors.

"But I thought you said it was just..." She rounded on the gibbering vesper, pressing a forepaw to his strong chest.

"Are you always so talkative before sex?" she asked bluntly and he recoiled as he blushed.

"Only when I'm looking forward to it... But it's like a prison down here?" he responded.

"All in the interest of security," she assured before adding as she whisked him into one of the rooms. "Besides, if we get locked in, we'll be stuck in together."

The door slammed shut behind them, giving a clunk as it locked tight. It was dark, too dark, yet before the vesper's night vision could adjust, a flicker of green flame blossomed from Nyra's muzzle and she graciously slid off her regal attire.

Oh... This is it. Sanguine's mind raced as he did his best to shrug off his cloak and let his cock flop free. Oh, it's been too long since I rutted a tail that fine!

"Two knots, wow," she observed as she strode around him, a sway to her wide hips and a rolling motion in her shoulders. "Must be a lot of competition in the north."

"You could say that, or I'm just bred for a good time," Sanguine suggested with a roll of his hips.

"Funny, I'd say you're just overcompensating for the lack of a third," she teased, running a wing along his side. "Though, tight-tail, is that royal ass really as narrow as they say?"

Royal, wait? Sanguine's thoughts paused for a moment, but one lick under his tail silenced them as he looked back to see Nyra smirking. Oh... I need this, identity be damned!

"Why don't you find out, gorgeous?" he cooed as she slinked around his left, nuzzling his neck, before licking as she purred.

"Oh, I will, but first, I like a little foreplay." The vesper's toned neck shuddered at the sensation of her teeth against his rugged skin.

"T-that so... what kind?" he asked in anticipation, a small breath escaping his mouth as he closed his eyes.

"Biting," she responded simply, and before he knew it, there was a hot flash by his side.

Yet before he could open his eyes, he felt the sharp jab of two, long, dagger-like fangs sink into his neck, instantly flooding him with a feeling of numb euphoria.

The prince rolled, swaying as his legs turned to jelly and his wings drooped. Like the weight of a whole lake's worth of water had suddenly materialized around him, he staggered to the damp cobbles, gazing up through blurred vision to see Nyra peering down at him.

"W-what did you... do to... me...?" he mumbled; speech slurred as she cocked her head.

"Why, I'm just showing you a good time, sweet prince." She pressed a foreclaw to her feathered breast, and the last thing Sanguine saw was the flash of her emerald-green eyes.