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**Knightly Duties

Part 2** by RVasil

The afternoon sun beamed down Castle Kadou's thick cobblestone walls, the tall structures providing shade down the expansive courtyard below. Guards patrolled the castle ramparts, walking back and forth at timed intervals to ensure that security had no holes. Large banners marked with the insignia of the king decorated the otherwise drab and moss covered walls of the castle outside. In the middle of the courtyard stood a carefully manicured garden, along with some trees to provide natural shade. The centerpiece was a magically enchanted fountain, spewing endless water down a large basin to provide the area with a sense of beauty amidst the rocky structures. A grinding gravel path circled the courtyard, meant to serve as a road that led in and out of the castle. Near the front was a large and imposing portcullis, currently being raised upon hearing the news of Garrin and Aldon departing.

The two First Class knights were at the side, the section designated as the carriage shelter. Various carriages of varying levels of regality were parked near the open space. Aldon could see that the royal carriage, meant to transport the royal family, was currently being cleaned by servants. Another carriage, this one far simpler in comparison to the former, was having its wheel checked out. "What are we getting?" Aldon asked, turning to face Garrin who had just finished conversing with the auditor. In his hands were two rucksacks.

Garrin handed him one of them. "We're getting a simple wagon and this is our supplies for the trip."

Aldon opened the bag and checked its contents. Inside was a smaller bag that jingled with the sound of coins and next to it were dried food and a wooden canteen. "Well this is nice."

The sound of a vehicle stopping in front of them made him look up. "Here you are sirs," said one of the servants who jumped off and then proceeded to respectfully bow in front of them. "One covered wagon to aid you for your travel." It was a fairly simple vehicle. A wooden cart topped off with a wagon bow meant to protect the riders from the elements. The front had a metal steering wheel that could be used to drive the thing, along with a wooden rod that was connected to the wheels to help brake. With the help of arcane research, magic powered carriages were now the norm.

"Thank you," Garrin said, climbing up the side of the wooden vehicle.

Aldon did the same, climbing up to the driver's side. He took his seat before planting his feet firmly on the metal pads and channeled magical energy. With a gentle start, the wooden wagon began to move. Aldon smiled to himself. This thing handled and moved just like the ones they had back at home.

The blue dragon drove down the gravel path, eventually passing by the portcullis with the guards waving at them and wishing them well on their journey. "Oh before I forget," Garrin said, looking at him. He intricately waved his hands in the air, a brief flash of an arcane symbol appearing in front of him before disappearing. Aldon wondered what he was doing when he felt the wind blowing past his body suddenly get more subdued. He briefly looked down to see himself covered in more modest clothing. A pair of trousers along with a simple dress shirt that was just the right size for him. Garrin did the same and before long he too was wearing the same attire. "While it is our uniform, we're free to dress as we see fit when we're travelling. You can take it off if it's not your fancy."

Although Aldon was getting used to having his body be more exposed, he did appreciate the notion of having some form of modesty. "I love it!"

Garrin smiled happily.

The gravel path before them eventually became stone as they approached closer to the city. Castle Kadou was situated above a hill and the city proper was at the foot. Named after the king's lineage, Kadou City was the capital of the kingdom. Populous, busy, and bustling, Kadou City served as the main trading hub and thus was frequently visited by people from all walks of life. Despite it being the afternoon, citizens were still walking about, eager to get to their destination. The roads were still busy, with Aldon having to stop at the intersection as he needed to wait for the enchanted lights to go green and have him merge onto traffic.

"Have you ever been outside the city?" Garrin asked, pulling out a map from his rucksack.

"Uh..." Aldon held the thought as he overtook a slower wagon. It was transporting what looked like heavy crates of fruits and vegetables. "Not really. We never really had the money to travel...until as of recently."

"Oh that's right."

The main road passed by the Grand Market, still alive and busy despite it being in the lazy hours of the day. Merchants loudly hawked their wares, selling anything and everything. There was a stall that sold fruits and vegetables. Another was being manned by a blacksmith, selling weapons of various shapes and sizes to any aspiring adventurer. There was even a shop that sold enchanted scrolls that casted helpful spells for everyday use for people who were unfortunately not magically inclined. Aldon had spent many of his younger years here, helping his parents sell off the produce they had farm themselves at their ranch along with the animal products. The buildings themselves had barely changed over the years. Much like every structure in the city, they were built from either wood or stone, the latter being slightly more expensive. Stone shingles served as the roof, painted differently from one another to give the city its own unique identity. Banners and flags marked with the king's insignia were decorated everywhere, serving as a reminder of their benevolent ruler.

The two continued their travel, the traffic eventually clearing as they moved further away from the city center and eventually closer to the border. A security outpost served as the entrance and exit to the city proper, knights checking people individually to see if they had ill intentions. Garrin and Aldon were quickly let through when they identified themselves. Aldon watched as Kadou City slowly disappeared behind them and the open plains of the Farmlands greeted him.

This was a familiar sight.

Although he lived in the castle now, this was still his home.

The Farmlands were situated at the outskirts of the city; a sprawling field of flat land that was used by farmers to grow food for the ever growing populace. The people that lived here were simple but hard working and determined. They lived life as best as they could, living frugally despite the challenges. Fields upon fields of crops were visible as far as the eye could see. Simple huts and houses were the only visible structures in the area, save for one house notably bigger, and slightly grander, than the others. Aldon felt his heart swell with pride. Garrin happened to see where he was looking.

"Is that your ranch?" he asked.

"It is."

"Well that's quite nice," Garrin commented. "You're a good man, Aldon."

The dragon smiled at the compliment. "Thank you, Garrin."

They eventually passed the Farmlands and out into the wilderness itself. With the sun now beginning to set, it bathed the sprawling green fields with its warm orange glow. The entire scenery was quite tranquil, the kind of which you would normally see on an oil painting. The air was clean and there was no cloud in sight. The weather was fantastic. Aldon found himself stopping at a crossroads, unsure of where to go. He turned to look at Garrin who pulled out a map.

"We have to keep heading east. Just keep following the road."

Aldon nodded, activating the vehicle to move forward once more. He rested his back on the chair, opting to cast a spell. Garrin wondered what he was doing but then recognized the symbols as just a simple direction spell accompanied by a forward momentum spell. Magic crackled, coursing through the metal pads at Aldon's feet and into the entirety of the vehicle itself. It was then that Aldon released his grip on the steering wheel, which was now beginning to turn itself in accordance with the dirt road in front of them. "There we go. I figure I can do this since the road is clear anyway."

"Smart," Garrin commented.

The two enjoyed the silence for a bit, taking in the relaxing scenery as the carriage continued to drive itself. It was only when they crested the hill and began to slowly travel downwards did Aldon break the silence.

"Can I ask you something?"

Garrin's brow rose. "What is it?"

Aldon found himself reflecting on the events of the day thus far. When he woke up this morning, he thought he knew what to expect when he was promoted. He thought he knew who the king was, and the royal family for that matter. He thought he knew what Wezir did in his tower. It felt like everything Aldon knew was radically changed or at least had to be viewed differently in such a short time span. It was a lot to take in, given that it was his first day on the job. "Was your first day like this?"

The triceratops brow rose. "What do you mean?"

"I mean this...this..." Aldon tried to find the right word to describe how he felt. "Was your first day this life changing? Like everything you expected, everything you knew before, had to be viewed from a different perspective?"

"Ah," Garrin responded. "It's world shattering, isn't it?"

"It is. Was it this jarring for you?"

Garrin looked forward, admiring the scenery in front of him. He took a deep breath, his mind bringing up the now long distant memory. "Oh if you thought this was jarring, wait till you hear about my first day."

Aldon could barely contain his curiosity. He opted to remain silent, allowing the black triceratops to continue. Garrin leaned on his side of the carriage. "I don't think I'll ever forget that day for the rest of my life. I was the same age as you when I was promoted. Holden wasn't the Captain of the Guard then, so it wasn't him who swore me in. He was however assigned as my partner, effectively being my mentor."

"He was your partner?" Aldon asked. The dragon's mind flashed back to his encounter with Holden earlier that day. He shivered, thinking that he got off easy. The equine could have easily scolded Aldon more for nearly breaking their oath as First Class Knights. "That must have not been fun."

Garrin's response confused Aldon. The triceratops let out a hearty laugh.

The blue dragon's brow scrunched up. "What's so funny?"

Garrin regained his composure. "You're probably thinking of Holden as the Captain of the Guard, aren't you?"

"Uh, yeah. Do you know how scary he is?"

Garrin waved a dismissive hand at him. "Oh please, that man just has a stick up his ass because he has a reputation to keep now. Once you get to know him he's actually an easy going person and enjoys partying; quite a lot actually."

"Captain Holden likes to party?" Somehow the image of the intense horse that could give a death glare breaking out dance moves at the dance floor felt absurd.

"Oh he does. That man will throw a party unlike anything you've ever seen in your entire life. It's an experience." Garrin grinned. "Case in point, he celebrated his birthday at the Black Out Brothel by renting it out and hosting what basically amounted to a fuck fest. He told me later that he was charged an additional fee because of the sheer amount of laundry they had to do just to get the stains out."

Aldon blinked. His ears processed what Garrin said but his mind struggled to wrap itself around what he heard. "That's...what...noo..." He cocked his head towards the side. "You're fucking with me, aren't you?"

"Aldon, have I ever lied to you today?"

"No..."

"Besides, I was there. I was invited."

The dragon glanced at him skeptically, still unbelieving the claim. "Do you have proof?"

Garrin grinned. "I have proof. I can show it to you. Do you want to see it?"

"Hell yeah I want to see this. You can't just drop a crazy story like that to me without proof. How am I supposed to believe you?"

Garrin rolled his eyes and scooted closer to his companion. He then placed his hand on Aldon's forehead. "Alright, close your eyes. I'm going to show you a snippet of what happened there."

Aldon followed the instructions. "This better be good."

"Oh trust me. It is."

Garrin focused, channeling the memory he specifically wanted to show. After finding it and having a firm grasp on it, he casted a memory viewing spell. His hand on Aldon's forehead began to glow and the dragon briefly lost his sense of reality. Aldon's five senses lost connection with his brain and in that short instant, he felt nothing. Then, just as quickly as it began, his senses came rushing back to him and he soon found himself standing in what he recognized was the Black Out Brothel.

Memory viewing spells were incredible. It allowed a person to vividly view other's memories as if they were there themselves. However, it locked Aldon to only what Garrin was able to experience. The blue dragon was a passive observer, an incorporeal entity that could only watch and never able to interact with anyone around him. Anything Garrin felt, tasted, saw, and heard, would be shared with Aldon as if he had experienced it himself.

The Black Out Brothel was the most famous establishment in the Ramrod District of Kadou City, to the point where tourists from all over the world would visit just to experience it. If there was an expensive private party, chances are it was happening here. The booze and food was top quality and the entertainment was a cut above the rest. If you wanted to be titillated, the establishment offered escorts that ranged from a wide array of species, as well as any of the sexes. They even charged extra if you wanted a private session, as the establishment itself had a section specifically for those who had a desire that needed to be taken care of. If sex wasn't what you were after but just a good time overall, the dance floor was always open and the latest tunes created by the inhouse bards would easily leave you tapping your feet to the rhythm.

Entertainment was the game and the Black Out Brothel was the one that led the pack.

"Wow..."

The Black Out Brothel was grand and bodacious. Enchanted balls of light swung around, casting a spotlight that shifted from color to color. Music that sounded out of this world blared from the enchanted speakers that were hung from the pillars. It was being mixed by the professional bard at the far end of the room. There was a certain energy in the air that was infectious. That was when Aldon looked around him and was taken aback. Everyone was naked or was in a state of undress. They were all men too. It seemed that this party had a specific guest list. The men that were naked and were walking around were either flaccid, or beginning to show the signs of a half mast. From the corner of his eye, Aldon could see that a few were already getting quite handsy at the couch, a couple of them lightly jerking each other off as they enjoyed the liquor they were downing.

It was quite a colorful party.

That was when the music lightly faded to a low volume as someone stepped up to the center stage. To call the man dressed was being generous. The host, or at least Aldon assumed he was, was a large black muscular gorilla. His attire consisted of only a black bow tie around his neck and a pouch around his groin that covered just enough to give him some level of modesty compared to everyone else. Although the sizable imprint of a bulge left nothing to the imagination. The gorilla pressed his hand on his neck and his voice was channeled through the speakers.

"Is everyone having a good time?"

Resounding affirmation was heard all over the room.

"I'm glad to hear that! I would just like to announce that we've reached that time of the night. Yes, folks, it's the moment you've all been waiting for. Performing with original music by our amazing bard titled 'Bobby John', here is the man! The birthday boy himself: Holden!"

Aldon blinked. "What?"

The crowd around him erupted into cheers as the lights dimmed. Smoke billowed out from the sides of the stage. A metal pole materialized in the center. Music began to play once more, this time bouncier, befitting the performance that was going to accompany it. The spotlights turned to the red curtains that now began to part. As it did so, it revealed the main star.

The blue dragon's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as he was left in a state of shock. "Holy fuck."

Sure enough, there he was. Aldon could recognize that bay colored horse anywhere. Holden, the Captain of the Guard, stepped out of the curtains and into the center stage with the most sultry smile ever. Much like the host, he too was dressed for the occasion. Holden's getup was well prepared. A large brimmed hat obscured his facial features and a bright blue scarf was neatly tied around his neck. His black mane was let loose, swaying freely with each move of his body. He was completely naked, save for the yellow pouch between his legs that held an obscenely large bulge. His ass was in full view, perfectly shaped and toned. This was the first time Aldon had seen Holden in such a manner. Despite Holden's age, he had immense sex appeal and the crowd was lapping it up. Holden was clearly more than happy to indulge their hungry eyes. The bay colored equine sensually traced a hand through his chest, lightly trailing his fingers across his well defined pectorals. He continued going lower, moving his fingers down to his well toned abs, eventually stopping at the visibly shaped 'v' that framed his crotch. The music swelled perfectly and Holden spun around in a flourish, stopping in a pose that had him grabbing his crotch with one hand and his hat with the other. The beat of the music kicked in and in perfect unison, he began to lewdly thrust his hips to it.

The crowd roared, clearly enjoying the performance.

Holden continued his routine, eventually moving closer to the metal pole. By then the music switched, changing from a bouncy beat, to a more slower one. It was sensual, alluring, and perfectly matched the display of debauchery in front of them.

Aldon couldn't avert his gaze. And here he thought he had seen everything.

This was the Captain of the Guard?! The very same Holden that he was afraid of? As if to acknowledge his presence, Holden pointed at his general direction and blew out a kiss playfully. Aldon looked around him. The crowd was happy, cheering loudly for the sexy performance in front of them. He actually recognized one of the people in the crowd: it was Whitecliff. Next to him was Garrin. The two were still in their First Class uniform, with Whitecliff deciding that now was the convenient time to lose his crotch pouch. Out flopped his thick bull cock, and the knight shamelessly pleasured himself as Holden shook his ass to a crowd of cheering people.

It was sensory overload for Aldon. He wasn't sure how to feel about the entire thing. But since he was in Garrin's memory, what the triceratops felt, he felt too. And he was overcome with an intense lust. Aldon felt heated, his body temperature rising and his cheeks becoming rosy red. He felt the familiar tightening in his pants and the desire to fuck was rising.

Holden's performance reached a crescendo; the man had backed up into the metal pole, perfectly squeezing it between his sizable buns, and was sensually moving up and down. It was a clear display of what lewd things he could accomplish. He finished with a flourish, bending backwards down to the ground with his legs held high and hips thrust fully forward. By this point, the sizable bulge was harder to ignore and was now more visible than ever before.

Amidst the loud sounds of the crowd, a voice cut through the noise.

"Take it off!"

Even Aldon himself wanted to shout it out loud. Holden's teasing made his balls ache painfully.

The person cried out again. "Take it off!"

Aldon scanned the crowd to see who was shouting. It was none other than the king himself, Kadou. Aldon wasn't sure if he should've been surprised, or should have expected this. The lion was at the front of the stage, the biggest grin etched on his face. Aldon couldn't see him fully, but after meeting with the king earlier today, he didn't have to see to know he was stark naked at this point.

The crowd picked up on the king's request and began to chant along with him.

"Take. It. Off!"

"Take. It. Off!"

Holden smiled gleefully upon hearing the request. He stood up, sensually teasing his crotch at the people who were close to the stage. After a few moments however, his hands trailed down to his hips and eventually to the small knot that held his pouch together. Everyone in the room held their breath, Aldon included. Holden grinned teasingly, slowly pulling the thread that made his crotch pouch looser.

Aldon's eyes were fixed. Everyone wanted to see it.

The thread loosened the fabric more and more and just as it was about to unleash the monster it was holding back, the spotlights turned off. Holden disappeared from view, obscured by the darkness. The music faded and a voice came on the speakers.

"Now, now; let's save that for later. Hope you guys enjoyed the show!"

"FUCKING TEASE!" Whitecliff shouted from the crowd. He was visibly nursing a throbbing erection. "The bastard!"

Everyone in the party seemingly shared his sentiments. Aldon felt his heart racing.

In a moment of clarity, he wondered why he himself was that invested. Was it because of Garrin's emotions affecting him? Or was it something more carnal? The blue dragon shook his head. He was just probably not thinking straight, in more ways than one. While Aldon never really fancied himself to be someone attracted to men, the notion was becoming harder and harder to ignore. It was like the seed that was planted in his mind way back from when he was in his early years of training to be a knight had sprouted and took root in his head, and was now at the cusp of reaching full bloom.

It was something that he always put at the back of his mind, locked in a chest, silently hoping that maybe it'll just go away. But after today's events, it was coming back in full force. And no matter how hard he tried, the chest wouldn't stay locked anymore.

Confused about himself, Aldon opted to sit down on one of the empty stools near the bar. But just as he was about to do so, the entire room began to fade. He wondered if this was the end of the memory.

However, he thought wrong.

Slowly, his vision formed once more. Aldon looked around, a bit confused about where he was. He found himself standing on a balcony, overlooking Kadou City. It was late at night. The stars twinkled brightly against the inky black sky. There was a gentle gust of wind that carried the low noise of the sleeping city. It was peaceful. They were definitely no longer at the Black Out Brothel. That was when a person appeared at the corner of his eyes.

"Garrin?"

The black triceratops looked exhausted but pleased. He was fully nude, save for his lower half covered by his pouch that looked like it was haphazardly put on. The straps were loose and one side exposed his balls. Aldon averted his gaze, not wanting to stare. Garrin had a drink in his hands, which he then completely downed. The sensation coursed through Aldon and made him feel slightly tipsy. Garrin had been drinking.

That was when another person joined the fray. Appearing from the darkened room behind them was none other than Holden. His mane was slightly disheveled. He looked a bit exhausted, but other than that he was perfectly fine. Unlike previously, any semblance of clothing was now gone. Even Holden's left eye patch was removed. It revealed that the captain had a small scar that rendered his left eye blind and clouded over. Aldon found his gaze transfixed at the thing that swung between the captain's legs however. It would seem there were indeed things left to the imagination. His equine cock was impressive, having fully dropped. It was a shade darker than his bay color and the size of the medial ring informed Aldon that Holden's girth wasn't anything to scoff at. The tip itself was completely flared, telling Aldon of the equine's state of arousal. It swayed back and forth in time with Holden's movement. It was hypnotizing to watch.

"Hey," Holden said, his voice soft and warm. It was jarring to hear given how Aldon had always heard the man in nothing but his serious and commanding tone.

Garrin turned his head slightly to acknowledge Holden's presence. "Oh, hey, what's up?"

"You alright?" The equine said, walking up to him.

The black triceratops nodded. "Yeah, I just needed some fresh air."

Aldon watched as Holden then hugged Garrin from behind, his equine cock perfectly squeezing itself in between Garrin's notably delectable buns. Holden reached over, gently grabbing Garrin's chin. Holden made Garrin face him and Aldon watched as the two shared a tender kiss. It was a kiss between two passionate lovers. And because Aldon was watching this from Garrin's memories, he could feel it all. The sensation of Holden's cock resting in between Garrin's asscheeks. The heated dance of their tongues, trying to wrestle control from one another. The rising lust that was making his loins tighten once more. It all felt wrong. It was like Aldon was watching a private moment that was meant for these two and these two alone.

They eventually broke apart, a thin line of spit momentarily connecting the two of them. "I want my birthday present," Holden demanded.

"I already gave you your birthday present earlier, didn't I?" Garrin answered, looking at the bay colored equine playfully.

"Yeah, you did. I can still feel your cum leaking from my ass." As if to emphasize his point, a trail of white liquid dripped down Holden's legs. Holden posessively grabbed one of Garrin's exposed buttcheeks. "But I want more."

The triceratops snorted. "You're greedy, you know that?"

"It's my birthday. I get to have what I want."

Garrin chuckled. "Your birthday finished an hour ago."

Holden pouted, clearly tired of Garrin being a smartass. The triceratops eventually relented, rolling his eyes. "Fine. But I'm not reporting for duty tomorrow."

The equine laughed heartily. "I don't think anyone is."

With that the two walked back into the darkened room and Aldon followed right behind, the memory forcing him to go along with them. The room was fairly quaint and simple, looking like it was rented for the evening. There was a wooden dresser here, a shelf there, a couch, a door that led to what Aldon presumed was the bathroom, and in the center was a considerably larged sized bed, able to be occupied by more than two individuals. Which was appropriate given that Holden and Garrin weren't the only people in the room.

From what Aldon could see, there were about four other naked individuals there, all fast asleep and in various positions. An orgy definitely transpired in this room. He could see Whitecliff snoring loudly by the foot of the bed, next to him was a handsome eagle. The two were sleeping opposite of one another, their heads level with each other's crotch. A faint trail of white liquid was dripping down the sides of their lips and Aldon was sure that wasn't drool. Resting peacefully on the couch was a wolf. Sleeping atop him was a lion that Aldon recognized as Kadou. The king was snoring peacefully, his ass on full display and was clearly used heavily throughout the entire affair. Cum was leaking obscenely from his hole. The two strangers, the eagle and the wolf, felt familiar, Aldon felt like he had seen them before. That was when his mind flashed the memory.

They were the two First Class knights guarding the Royal Quarters!

This definitely shaped up to be one sex crazed birthday party.

The sound of the bed creaking caught his attention. A low groan sensually rang across the room. Aldon turned his head to find Holden fucking Garrin brazenly. The triceratops was laying on his stomach, his lower half hiked up to give better access to Holden who was happily humping away. Aldon felt frozen in place. A part of him told him to look away, but another part of him; the part that was so carefully locked in that chest he hid in the dark recesses of his mind, told him to look on with jealousy.

"Oh fuck..."

Garrin rested his head on the pillows, his expression depicting that of wanton lust. Holden had his hands firmly on the triceratops bubbly ass cheeks, holding them close as if there was concern of them escaping him. "I fucking love your ass, Garrin." The equine's sizable balls slapped lewdly against Garrin's asscheeks, the sound reverberating inside Aldon's head.

That was when it hit Aldon.

Due to the effects of the memory spell, all the sensations registered. The dragon found himself stumbling. He tried to catch himself, but the second hit left him immobile. He toppled onto the bed, landing on all fours as he desperately tried to stand. But Holden was relentless. Although it wasn't physically happening to him, it all still felt real to Aldon. "Fucking hell!" he cried out.

Holden wasn't just big. He felt big too.

It was like shoving a large tree trunk up his ass. Aldon laid there on the bed, desperately grabbing hold of the pillows for support. He couldn't physically touch them, his incorporeal status making it so that his hands phased through. All that was left for him was to ball up his fist, and tried to relax. How on earth was Garrin handling this?! The black triceratops was laying right next to him. Garrin's eyes had glazed over, and his tongue lolled outwards. He was lost in a sea of pleasure; a sensation that soon began to course through Aldon. The dragon found himself shamelessly moaning out loudly, a cry that no one but him heard. He sounded like a person in heat, unable to control himself and was at the mercy of their own desires.

Holden continued his fucking, his thrusts picking up pace. His balls slapped angrily against Garrin's bubbly cheeks, no doubt would leave a visible mark the next day. He was going deeper and faster, and Garrin laid on the bed, happily taking it all. Aldon was right next to him, subjected to the very same treatment. The blue dragon could feel the sensation of the equine's ring spreading him wide open. His body moved with the rhythm. He could feel Holden's tight grip. The feeling of the equine's cock throbbing angrily inside his now tingling hole threatened to make him see stars. The pain from earlier was gone and it had now shifted to nothing but pleasure. Each thrust was like a jolt of electricity. The source of the shock started from his ass and travelled throughout his entire body. Aldon shivered as it passed through his spine. It was difficult to form thoughts. The sensation of the large cock ramming itself up his ass was taking center stage.

But through the blurry haze of pleasure Aldon's mind dared to ask: was being fucked by a thick, hung cock always felt this good?

Like lightning striking a lone tree in a thunderstorm, a suppressed memory placed deep, deep in the back of Aldon's mind, next to the now open chest that previously held his questions about his own sexuality, bubbled up to the forefront of his mind.

They were blurry memories; foggy images due to Aldon's efforts in trying to desperately forget them. It was at a time that featured young Aldon, still in the early years of his training to be a knight. It was during a particularly raucous evening of drinking. Aldon was accompanied by a knight in training; a companion. Aldon couldn't remember who he was anymore; just that Aldon knew that he was cute. Aldon felt nervous around him and Aldon would always blush when his friend smiled at him. This particular evening had both of them drunk. Inhibitions were lowered and Aldon found himself admitting things he wouldn't dare to say sober. One thing led to another and the two were at each other, acting like animals in desperate need to fuck.

It was Aldon's first time.

His friend was thankfully understanding, if a bit enthusiastic upon hearing the chance to deflower him. He was going to make sure that Aldon's first time was to be a memorable one. Ironic, given that Aldon could barely remember his face. Aldon had to be gagged that evening. He was far too loud for his own good. His body was on fire, lit ablaze by the new foreign sensations he felt coming from his ass. His friend continued to happily fuck his tight hole, his cock introducing Aldon to a world of pleasure he never knew existed.

Aldon didn't last long.

The Aldon of the now cried out. Garrin next to him had climaxed, moaning loudly into the pillow in front of him. The triceratops pouched visibly stained, bits of cum leaking through the fabric and dripping onto the bed sheet. Holden's humps were now becoming erratic. The equine desperately tried to hold back, but Garrin's ass was too much for him. He whinnied, proceeding to empty the contents of his balls entirely into the triceratops's well used backside. Aldon could feel the heat radiate from his own ass. It swirled around inside of him, filling every space imaginable.

Aldon's first never came this much. Not even close.

The dragon was left panting on the bed, the same as Garrin and Holden. The equine unceremoniously removed himself from Garrin's ass, leaving both Aldon and Garrin to feel a large hole inside them was left unfilled. For a brief moment, no one spoke. Just the sound of heavy breathing as the trio tried to regain their composure.

It was Holden that ultimately broke the ice. "Fuck...I needed that."

Garrin smiled, trying to stay awake despite exhaustion finally getting to him. "You always need to fuck."

"I do," Holden answered. "But I rarely get to fuck you."

"You know you can always call me, right?"

Holden let out a light laugh. "I know. But the king always calls you."

Garrin grinned. "Can't help it. I'm too sexy for my own good."

The equine snorted. "Fuck you."

"You already did."

The equine shook his head. "Smartass." He then pulled Garrin over and the two shared another kiss. It was short, brief, but ultimately the best way to end an evening of nonstop depravity and debauchery.

Aldon felt Holden's lips.

It reminded him that his first wasn't this good at pillow talk.

The only thing Aldon's first left him was the Fire Cock the day after.

As Garrin and Holden drifted off to sleep, the memory ended along with their waking consciousness. The room began to fade all around Aldon and he once again felt himself floating in nothingness. He wondered if there was another memory Garrin was going to show him. This time however, the memory spell was dismissed. Just as quickly as it began, Aldon felt himself come back to reality. He opened his eyes and he was back to where he was earlier. The carriage was still moving, driving itself and following the dirt road. Instead of the green plains bathed in the orange glow of the sunset, it was now dark out. The moon had risen, and the stars were twinkling brightly against the cloudy black sky. Garrin was still next to him, the triceratops casting an illumination spell to help them see through the dark. A small ball of light formed and floated between them, serving as a light source.

"Sorry about that," Garrin said, looking at him apologetically. "I didn't mean to show you that last part with Holden."

"Oh, it's uh..." Aldon scratched the back of his head. "It's okay." His mind was still reeling from the memory viewing. He sat up straight, feeling a warm sensation in his loins. He discreetly looked down and could see that there was a wet spot in his trousers. It was barely visible in the darkness, but it was there nonetheless. A large stain that informed him that he must have ejaculated in real life. He could see from the corner of his eyes that Garrin's had the same issue. Except Garrin's wet spot was far, far bigger. It would seem he enjoyed himself a little too much in remembering the past.

There was a moment of awkward silence between them.

"So...you weren't lying, huh?"

Garrin looked like he was happy that they were talking again. "I told you, didn't I? Holden is a different person entirely once you get to know him."

"I don't think I'll ever be able to see him the same way again." Aldon knew that the effects of the memory spell were mental, but he swore he could feel his ass cheeks still tingle.

The triceratops let out a light laugh. He then turned to face him. "Listen, I didn't mean to show you that much. I'm sorry. I enjoyed myself a little bit too much with the reminiscing."

Aldon shook his head. "No, no, it's fine. I-I..." He cleared his throat. "It's okay. You don't have to feel bad."

"Well I kind of do. I didn't actually answer your question."

The blue dragon blinked. "Huh?"

"You asked me an hour ago what my first day was like."

That was an hour ago?! Being in memories really messes up your sense of time. But Garrin was right. Aldon realized that Garrin never really did answer his question.

"I apologize for getting lost in that tangent involving Holden." Garrin then sat up straight. "Do you still want to know?"

Aldon thought for a moment. "Sure."

Garrin hesitated for a bit. "Would you want me to show it to you or tell you? I'm worried I might be showing you things you might not be comfortable with. I probably should have asked you that at first though."

Aldon answered faster than his brain could process the words that came out of his mouth. "If you're worried about me being uncomfortable seeing you getting fucked in the ass, it's fine." He then paused. Did he just say that?

The triceratops let out a happy smile. "Oh good. I was worried you were feeling a bit uncomfortable. My memories aren't exactly family friendly."

"I noticed."

Garrin cleared his throat. "Ready for another memory viewing?"

Aldon took a deep breath. "Alright, put me in."

The triceratops placed his hand on Aldon's forehead once more. "If you thought that memory with Holden was fun, you're definitely going to enjoy this."

As scared as Aldon was to admit it to himself, the statement made him more excited. Garrin casted the memory viewing spell once more and Aldon found himself disconnecting from reality again. Once his senses came to, he found himself standing at a familiar location. He was back at Castle Kadou, standing at the very same place he had found Garrin earlier today. Instead of Garrin being there however, a familiar bay colored horse was seated on the bench, patiently waiting for someone.

"Where is he?" the horse asked out loud, looking around.

The sound of footsteps caught Aldon's attention, just in time for someone to pass right through his incorporeal form.

"I'm terribly sorry, sir!"

Aldon immediately recognized him. He was about the same age as Aldon currently was. It was none other than his black triceratops mentor. Garrin was noticeably less bulkier, smaller even. While he was still fit and able, his biceps weren't as big as they were in the present and his abs weren't as well defined. The scar on his abdomen wasn't even there yet. Garrin was hastily trying to tighten the straps that secured his cape, which had come loose and slipped past his noticeably smaller pectorals.

"I didn't mean to oversleep."

Garrin sounded so young; so innocent. It was almost jarring to know that this was the Garrin he was with now. The Garrin he respected and idolized. The Garrin that was the veteran.

"It's fine," the bay-colored horse answered. "Just don't make it a habit. What's your name?"

Garrin puffed out his chest proudly, clearly wanting to make a good first impression. "Garrin, First Class Knight, sir."

The horse smiled at him warmly. "It's nice to meet you, Garrin. The name's Holden."

Aldon blinked. That's right! Holden was his partner. He had forgotten that piece of information amidst everything that had happened thus far. The dragon looked at the equine again and sure enough, it really was Holden, except significantly younger. He was quite the looker even back then. His eyes were still fine, the signature left eye patch nowhere to be found. His black mane looked well kept and well groomed. He smelled subtly of an expensive perfume. Holden was still buff and athletic. The straps of his cape had to be loose to accommodate the size of his biceps. His pectorals were well sculpted. Holden's abs were still impressive, guiding Aldon's eyes lower, eventually landing at that familiar 'v' that led to the man's crotch. The familiar obscene bulge was there too, being kept in place by their uniform's pouch. Instead of an air of seriousness, the equine carried himself with an air of jolliness. It was such a jarring comparison to how Holden was now in the present. Then again, after seeing the very same present Holden in a previous memory lewdly dancing and performing without a care in the world in front of a crowd, maybe the seriousness really was just for show.

"Let's go take a walk."

"Yes sir!"

It was honestly interesting to walk through the castle in the past. Everything felt the same and yet different. Some items Aldon recognized had survived the passage of time and still existed today. Some were just a new item altogether. The paintings were the ones that really surprised him. The royal family looked unlike how he remembered them to be. They were still lions, but Queen Qorra and King Kadou looked so different. Even Prince Percival looked odd.

"So tell me about yourself, Garrin?" Holden asked, starting the conversation. "What made you decide to be a knight?"

Aldon himself was curious. He never got to ask the present Garrin the very same question. The triceratops answer came quick and firm. "I became a Knight because I want to protect people."

"Admirable," Holden commented. "And here I was thinking you were in it for the fame and glory. What gave you this sense of justice?"

"I'm an orphan, sir," Garrin continued. "Growing up, I was surrounded by fellow kids whose parents died due to bandits, criminals; some were even survivors of the war. I never really knew who my parents were. I was told that I was abandoned at the doorstep of the orphanage. So...I never really felt sad because I never knew what I lost. But as I grew older, I felt sad for my friends. That's ultimately what led me to becoming a knight. I don't want people to lose loved ones."

Holden nodded. "The desire to protect others. Let that value of yours burn bright."

The two continued to walk, Holden leading the way and Garrin following closely behind him. Aldon walked close by, feeling like he was beginning to understand Garrin a little bit more now. The rest of the memory quickly passed. Unlike Aldon's first day, Garrin's was quite boring in comparison. Him and Holden just chatted with one another, talking about anything and everything to help pass the time. They even ate lunch at the Great Dining Hall when they had to take a break. The two sat across from each other, with Aldon sitting next to Garrin.

"If you don't mind me asking, Garrin, do you have someone waiting for you?"

Garrin reached for his glass that was filled with water. "What do you mean, sir?"

Holden looked at him playfully. "You know what I mean.They say that you do better when you're in love. Do you have a special someone? A girlfriend perhaps?"

"Oh!" It was that kind of question. Garrin cleared his throat. "No, sir. I don't have a girlfriend." He then began to take a drink from his glass.

"No? Boyfriend maybe?"

The triceratops was caught off guard, leading to him doing a spit take. Aldon was thankful he was incorporeal at that moment. The water just phased through him. Garrin quickly cleaned himself up with a drying spell. "N-no, no, sir. I don't have a boyfriend."

"Really?" Holden asked skeptically. "I'm surprised a charming man like you hasn't been tied down yet."

Was...was Holden flirting with Garrin? Aldon found himself smiling, amused to see Garrin actually squirm in his seat. It was admittedly adorable. This must have been the start of their friendship that eventually led to sexual escapades.

Garrin shook his head, flustered by the compliment. "I'm not really one for that kind of life, sir. I'm..." Garrin tried to find the right words. "I'm too busy."

"Too busy with your job, or too busy trying everything and loving the fact that you don't have to worry about the responsibility afterwards?"

There was a twinkle in Garrin's eyes. "I have no comment."

It was only when evening came that things got more interesting. Garrin had just exited the bathroom and happened upon Holden who was on a call with someone. The equine was smiling to himself, clearly excited with whatever discussion he was having. Eventually he dropped the spell and turned to face Garrin.

"So," Holden began. "We're about to get off shift. Did you have something planned for the evening?"

"Um, not really, sir."

Holden raised a finger. "Okay, Garrin, I'm going to level with you here. I appreciate you being very respectful to me as I am your mentor. However, it is important for you to realize that technically speaking we're the same rank. As much as I like you calling me that, you don't have to. You can just call me Holden."

The triceratops was surprised at the statement. "Oh, uh, alright, sir, I mean, Holden."

Aldon just smiled to himself as he shook his head. Even Garrin had to start somewhere and it was amusing to see.

"Keep working on it," Holden said, lightly patting him on the shoulder. "I was thinking of visiting the Black Out Brothel." He then grinned mischievously. "You know, relax and unwind after a tiring day of being a First Class Knight."

"We barely did anything," Garrin reasoned, struggling to hold back the smile tugging at his lips.

"I know, right? I'm so exhausted." The sarcasm wasn't lost on anyone. "It'll be my treat. Consider it a congratulatory gift for getting promoted."

The black triceratops thought for a moment. He really had nothing better to do so he shrugged. "Sure, why not."

The scene faded from view and was replaced with the interior once more of the Black Out Brothel. Even being this far back in the past, it was still as bodacious as it was in the present. However, unlike how Aldon had seen it previously, this time it was filled with various patrons. It wasn't rented out for a private party. Beastmen of all kinds were out partying; a group was happily dancing in the center floor. Bodies bouncing along to the energetic mix the professional bard was playing through the speakers. Lights even accentuated the music, flashing to different colors in accordance with the rhythm. Aldon looked to the bar and could see different people from all walks of life. A crocodile dressed in a scribe's attire was happily talking to what Aldon assumed was his fellow scribe, a female human. There was a male orc downing a large jug of ale, surrounded by peers made up of different races who watched with glee. Aldon even managed to spot a tourist; there was a snake beastman dressed in a distinct green shirt with a specific purple pattern. He must have been a visitor from their nearby allied country, the Cedonia Dominion.

"Yeah! That's the stuff!"

Aldon turned his head to see Holden and Garrin sitting next to each other at the bar. The equine had a drink in hand. It was colored yellow and was lightly bubbling. It seemed he just finished downing half of its contents. Holden took in a deep breath, his cheeks lightly turning red as the alcohol began to course through him. He glanced at the black triceratops next to him, clearly looking tipsy as he lightly swayed side to side.

He let out a hearty laugh. He placed a hand on Garrin's shoulder. "You alright, Garrin?"

"I..." The black triceratops hiccuped. "I'm okay. What the hell was in that drink?"

The equine grinned. "The best drink I can get you! Orange Splash!" He saw that the glass Garrin had was now empty. He immediately called the attention of the bartender.

It was a white saber-toothed puma. "Yes, my sirs, what can I help you with?" He smiled at the two, his distinct fangs shining underneath the flashing lights of the club.

"Can you get my friend here for a refill on his drink?"

Garrin shook his head vehemently. "No, no! I'm good!"

The equine however was relentless. "Come on, Garrin! We're celebrating! It's your first day as a First Class Knight! Why not make it a memorable one?"

Aldon cocked his head to the side. How on earth was it that Holden ended up being the Captain of the Guard when he seemed like he wasn't the best character for it. He made a mental note to ask Garrin what led to the equine's promotion.

"Oh congratulations!" the puma remarked. "I shall get right to it!"

Garrin just sighed, feeling defeated as he watched the gorilla begin to mix his drink. A few moments later, his glass was full once more.

"There we go!" Holden cried out, smiling happily. He raised his glass up. "Come on! Cheers!"

Garrin ended up going along with it. Holden's energy was infectious. The two gently smacked their glasses together and proceeded to down the contents of their drinks respectively. Aldon felt the repercussions of Garrin's action. Even he himself was slightly woozy, his cheeks burning, and a slight tingling sensation was emanating from his crotch. It would seem Garrin was the type to get horny while drunk.

That was when the lights in the room began to dim. The music faded into the background and an individual's voice rang through the speakers. "Most valued patrons! It is that time of the evening. As part of tonight's entertainment, may we proudly present to you a performance unlike any other. Featuring the musical talents of our inhouse bards, watch in awe as we entertain you with a performance titled 'Service with a Smile'!"

Everyone around clapped and cheered. The red curtains parted and the music began to play. The performance consisted of male and female beastmen. It was quickly obvious what the inspiration for their clothing was. The men were dressed as butlers and the women were dressed as maids. The dancers all wore different colored masks obscuring their eyes, giving off a mysterious vibe as they moved about. It was honestly impressive at how much production went into it. The group danced to the beat, everyone in sync and following perfectly to the choreography. The crowd was admittedly enthralled, especially when the performers began to do stunts such as backflips and front flips. It was amazing to watch, even more so after seeing them catch the prop tea set that was launched into the air, all landing perfectly on the silver platter they had with them.

The music shifted, going from fast and bouncy, to slow and sensual.

Chairs magically appeared on stage. The performers broke off into different pairs: man and woman, man and man, woman and woman. With the precision of a group born from many hours of practice, they continued to the next part of their routine. The crowd watched with delightful glee as clothes began to slowly be removed. Even Aldon himself felt it difficult to avert his gaze. It was mesmerizing. Eventually, the men were dressed down to nothing more than their masks, a blue bow tie wrapped around their neck, and a skimpy looking brief that contained visibly impressives bulges. The women were in a similar state of undress, their bras looking a size smaller than it should be and their lower half covered in very alluring lingerie. Impressive muscles, large biceps, soft pectorals, heavy bulges, bountiful breasts, bubbly asses; it was like a buffet for greedy, lustful eyes. The performers pranced around, tracing their hands all over their bodies. At some point they even danced with their partners, sensually rubbing specific body parts. Things that could bounce bounced and things that could jiggle jiggled.

It was a show that titillated the senses.

The finale of the performance had the dancers piling on top of one another, bodies pressed against each other. It was as close to seeing an orgy without revealing any of the body parts that played key roles in it. A female performer, a lioness, had a bottle of champagne in hand. She then popped the cork off, dowsing her and her fellow performers with the foamy white liquid as the bottle ejaculated all over them.

The visual metaphor was not lost on Aldon.

The voice of the host came back on the speakers. "Most valued patrons! That was Service with a Smile! We hope you enjoyed the show! Remember, our performers are also available for a private session. Just talk to one of our attendants and we'll be happy to assist you." Music faded back into play and the crowd was once again back to their own devices. Some were visibly aroused by the show, trying to hide the stiffy that was in their pants. Others were discreetly checking their pockets, clearly wondering if they had enough to pay for the supposed private session.

Holden's voice called Aldon's attention. "You want to get that private session?"

"W-what?" Garrin sat up straight in his seat. Both of his hands were uncharacteristically on his crotch. Aldon didn't have to wonder why. "N-no, I'm good Holden. I'm, uh..." He cleared his throat, reaching to his glass from earlier to try and drink it but unfortunately found it empty. "I'm okay. I'm perfectly okay."

Holden was clearly unimpressed. "Uh huh. I saw the way you were looking at that lioness that was at the center stage."

Garrin remained silent, his face opting instead to answer for him. His cheeks were visibly turning rosy red.

The equine next to him patted him on the shoulder. "If there's one important piece of life advice I can give you, Garrin, is that you have to take life by the balls. You need to make it your whore. If there's something you want, and you have the power to take it, do it. But understand that power has limitations. Knowing what these limitations are is what makes you stronger." Holden then grinned mischievously. "Lucky for you, I have the power to make this happen. This will be the perfect way for you to cap off your evening as a First Class Knight. You shall celebrate like men, in the way men know best!"

Garrin dared to ask. "And that is?"

Holden looked at him seriously. "By being treated like royalty."

The room around Aldon began to fade, switching to something else entirely. Gone was the open space of the main area of the Black Out Brothel and was instead replaced by a windowless, moody lit hallway. Doors with intricate patterns were on the side, along with a number that labelled them. Low noises could be heard behind them but it was hard to make out what was transpiring. The sounds of the music were muffled here, and Aldon found himself standing behind Garrin and Holden.

"Y-You don't have to do this, Holden," Garrin said, looking flustered.

The equine shook his head. "Relax, okay? This is a treat for you from me." He put an arm over the triceratop's shoulder and pulled him close. "You're acting like this is your first time having a private session."

"It-it is," Garrin answered meekly.

Holden's eyes lit up. "Oh a first timer, huh? You're definitely going to enjoy this."

The two stopped at door number four. Holden pushed it open, leading an anxious Garrin in. Aldon followed right behind them. The room was relatively cramped, but Aldon imagined that was the purpose. You wanted to be as close to the action as possible. In the center was a metal pole surrounded by a couple of fluffy looking cushions. The room smelled sweet, the kind that reminded Aldon of an expensive perfume. Small speakers were placed at the four corners of the room, playing soft music. There was a small table tucked at the corner, containing a basket that was filled with various vials of liquid. Garrin walked over and examined them out of curiosity.

"Did you pay for this as well?" Garrin asked. He picked up one of the vials and read the label that was on it. "This is Everwood!"

"It was a bundled deal and that's just in case you have trouble getting it up," Holden answered, leaning against the wall near the door.

That was when the curtain at the side of the room parted. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Aldon blinked. You really got your money's worth.

Sure enough, there she was, the lioness that Garrin had been staring at from the show earlier. Instead of the show attire she was wearing previously, now she was dressed differently, but visually accomplished the same thing: to expose as much skin as possible and excite the senses. She was beautiful and elegant. It reminded Aldon of Queen Qorra. Her body had curves that could kill. The golden lioness was wearing a black silk lingerie, the kind whose fabric was see through at the front, allowing anyone to plainly oggle the bountiful breasts underneath. They sagged under their own weight, lightly jiggling as the lioness moved. They looked like they were bigger than Aldon's own head.

The lioness's attire didn't cover her backside, revealing her luscious ass cheeks. She was fit and had a figure that had no trace of fat. The hours of practice they no doubt invested in preparation for the show they did earlier was clearly on full display.

The lioness walked with a salacious stride, a knowing smile tugging at the sides of her lips.

"No problem at all," Holden answered, smiling to himself as his eyes darted to Garrin at the side.

The triceratops meanwhile was rooted at the spot, unable to move and was paralyzed at the sight before him.

"You may call me Garnet. With whom do I have the pleasure of sharing this evening?"

The equine grinned. "Holden." He then motioned to his companion. "And that scaly ball of anxiety over there is Garrin. I've booked this for him in celebration of his promotion. Go easy on him though. It's his first time having a private session."

"Aw, is that so?" Garnet's eyes turned to Garrin. It was only then did Garrin finally blink. His cheeks were crimson red and he desperately tried to avert his gaze as Garnet walked over to him. Aldon almost felt bad for Garrin. While he could physically see Garrin hesitate and be nervous, because he was viewing his memories, the dragon was privy to the triceratop's emotions. It was a mess. Two voices were shouting at each other; one trying to be louder than the other. One was logical and rational, the other, more carnal and spontaneous. It was when Garnet got closer to him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, did the voices in Garrin's head stop. It was dead quiet, save for the anxious beating of his heart. "No need to be nervous," Garnet cooed. "I don't bite."

Garrin felt his heart skip a beat when the lioness's hands traced a finger on his exposed chest. She sensually ran her fingers over the man's exposed nipple, earning her a slight shiver from Garrin. Garnet then continued, going lower and lower, going through the crevice formed by Garrin's tight abs, before stopping above the man's crotch. Garrin's black pouch visibly struggled to contain the monster behind it, a wet spot forming at where the head of his cock was pressed firmly against.

The two locked eyes for a brief moment. Garrin's expression was nervous; Garnet looked calm and collected. A silent conversation happened between them; their eyes talking. The lion's hands then trailed downwards, gently cupping the triceratop's cock through the black pouch. Garrin did his best to stifle the groan that escaped his lips. Garnet's hands felt soft. The lion smiled to herself, loving what she was seeing. She decided to up the ante after seeing Garrin's response. She meticulously moved her hands over to the straps at the side. With the finesse of someone who clearly has done this before, she undid them easily, making Garrin's pouch drop to the floor unceremoniously.

"Wow..." Aldon said to himself.

How on earth was Garrin containing that thing? Aldon's eyes were transfixed, permanently burning the image of the beast that swung between Garrin's legs. It was painfully erect and plainly impressive, visibly weighed down by its sheer weight and girth. Garrin's cock was half as long as his thigh and was thick as a large mug of ale. His balls were just as great, looking like oversized oranges that reminded Aldon of the produce he used to pick from the trees they had at their ranch. They were swollen and evidently laden with the man's pure spunk. Garnet reached down, holding Garrin's balls in her palm, gently squeezing them. A light bead of pre formed at the tip of Garrin's cock. Garnet wiped it with her free hand, letting Garrin see her lick it from her fingertips. The way she suckled on his own fingers informed Aldon that she was a pro at what she did. Garnet's eyes flickered toward Garrin who was transfixed at what he was seeing. Gone was the hesitation and anxiety, but was instead replaced with a nervous desire; someone who knew what they wanted and just needed that little push to throw them over the edge.

Garnet wordlessly reached down, her hands gently wrapping itself around Garrin's gray colored cock. Like a master leading her servant, Garnet literally led Garrin by the cock towards the cushions in the middle of the room. Aldon followed them with his eyes, noticing that Holden was now gone. Aldon figured that this was a moment he wanted to give to Garrin. Garrin was notably surprised at the development, but was too overcome by lust at this point to comment. The desire to have his cock be serviced was overwhelming. Garnet delicately pushed Garrin onto the pillows, seating him comfortably amongst them.

She then got on her knees, licking her lips hungrily at the erect cock in front of her. Garnet was quick to work, leaning forward to nuzzle the triceratops's throbbing cock. Garrin leaned back on the cushions, taking deep breaths and trying to pace himself. The sensation he was feeling was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Aldon had to sit himself next to them, the pleasurable sensation making his own legs feel like jelly. It was intense, aggressive, making it difficult to even hear yourself think. The rush of his blood and the fast beat of his heart reminded Aldon of his first time.

Garnet stuck a tongue out. She started with the head of Garrin's cock, trailing it downwards before stopping by the man's swollen balls. Beads of pre dribbled out from Garrin's member, looking like an endless stream that flowed all the way down to Garnet's waiting mouth. The lion opened her mouth to playfully take in one of Garrin's balls, popping them into her maw and lightly tugging on them. Garrin let out a groan, his cock throbbing painfully. He closed his eyes, his legs tapping the floor nervously. He decided to calm himself with deep breaths. But he found himself gasping for air when Garnet opened her mouth to take the tip of his cock in.

Aldon was taken aback.

Despite Garrin's large and intimidating girth, the lion engulfed his cock with no hesitation whatsoever. She swirled her tongue around the tip, closing her eyes and clearly savoring the taste. Garrin squirmed in his seat, his hands gripping the cushions tightly. The whites on his knuckles began to show. Even Aldon himself felt light headed. The pleasure was immense. This lioness was good and she was just getting started. She broke a few moments after, just at the right peak at when Garrin felt like he was about to lose control. She smiled at him lustfully, licking her lips and making sure to get the bits of pre that clung to the sides. Garnet then stood up, putting her hands around her neck. Garrin wondered what she was doing but then the answer was simple. The black silk dress she wore fell to the floor, rendering her more naked than she previously was.

"I'd rather not get it messy," she said, winking at Garrin. "Now, where was I?"

She knelt back down, her hands teasingly tapping Garrin's throbbing cock. Garrin was unable to move from his seat. He was soft putty in her delicate hands. Wanting to switch things up, Garnet cupped her large breasts. She then moved forward, making sure to squeeze Garrin's large cock in between her bust. With gusto, she then playfully bobbed up and down, watching the triceratops roll his head back as she evidently gave him a boobjob.

Garrin breathed heavily, feeling his cock throb and ache. It was leaking copious amounts of pre and he tried desperately to hold back. Aldon was right next to him, his body shaking from the short convulsions. Both felt their crotches instinctively thrust into the lioness's breasts. Garrin ended up being more enthusiastic than he wanted, lightly poking Garnet's cheeks. She took it in stride however, sticking her tongue out to lick the man's tip whenever it got close to her. Unable to hold it in any longer, Garrin cried out. His balls rose up to his crotch and his cock angrily pulsed. He ejaculated violently. Jets of cum spewed out of him, looking like white fireworks. They were so strong they nearly touched the ceiling. It rained downwards, painting Garrin's exposed chest and making a mess of things. Some landed on Garnet's breasts, adding more lubrication to her slow gentle strokes as she tried to coax more out of Garrin's pulsing cock. She cooed, encouraging Garrin to let it all out.

Garrin swore that was the strongest ejaculation of his entire life thus far.

By the end of it, he felt spent, exhausted, his body reeling from the overwhelming rush of pleasure. His cock however remained at half mast, clearly ready for a second go around as long as he was. His chest was slick with cum, the white liquid pooling at the space between his abs. Some dripped down his pectorals.

"My my," Garnet said, speaking up. "That was quite the climax." She rested her head on Garrin's lap, playfully nuzzling the triceratops's still pulsating cock. Beads of cum were dripping down on it and she stuck her tongue out to make sure not to waste any of it. Garrin felt his cheeks blush once more. It was like this lady knew what to do just to get a man riled up. "You taste lovely too. Do you have a girlfriend, Garrin?"

Garrin struggled to find his voice. He cleared his throat. "N-no," he answered, still breathing heavily. "I've been too busy."

"No wonder you were so pent up," she commented. She then sat up straight. "Shame. You're so cute too," she teased. "I'm sure anyone who gets you would be in for a treat. Cock like that would leave anyone satisfied." Her eyes then flickered to meet Garrin's. "Do you know how to use it?"

Garrin bit his lips, feeling the anxiety wash over him once more. "I, um...this is uh..."

Garnet cocked her head towards the side. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"This is my first time," Garrin answered, his cheeks flushing a deep red.

Aldon blinked. Now it made sense why he was so...so awkward and embarrassed. It was quite adorable in a way. We all have to start somewhere. In a way, Aldon was kind of jealous. His first was born out of a drunken escapade. At least for Garrin, he was sober.

Garnet's expression softened. "Oh, you sweet thing." Aldon assumed that a situation like Garrin's wasn't uncommon for her line of work. "I apologize for being a bit forward earlier then."

"N-no, no, it's okay. It's um...I really liked it," Garrin answered.

"Is that so?" Garnet commented. She then smiled lustfully. "We'll take it at your pace then, how does that sound?" Garrin nodded. "Good," Garnet continued. "Let's get you cleaned up then."

She then moved over, getting back on her knees in front of the triceratops. Sticking her tongue out, she began to lick Garrin clean, lapping up the remnants of his now slowly drying spunk. She started at the base of his balls, swirling her tongue around. Garnet then moved upwards, moving up his shaft and spending an extra minute at the tip of his penis. Garrin shivered, his body convulsing as he was still sensitive from just ejaculating a moment prior. Continuing her efforts, Garnet advanced upwards, now licking triceratops's messy chest. Slowly but surely, she worked on him, even going so far as to plant loving kisses as she continued going higher. She got to the point where she climbed onto Garrin's lap, lightly grinding her lower half on Garrin's now visibly inflating cock. By the time she finished licking Garrin's pectorals, the man's cock was throbbing painfully once more, eager for a second round.

Aldon had to give credit where it was due. It was like Garnet knew every trick in the book and used it. "Damn. She's good."

"Looks like someone enjoyed that," she teased, looking at Garrin who just smiled happily. "Let's have some fun, shall we?"

Garrin gulped. Tonight was definitely a night to remember.

The lioness easily untied her now soaked panties, letting them fall to the wayside. It revealed her wet pussy, already heavily aroused after all that had transpired. She then used her free hand, grabbing hold of Garrin's erect cock. Taking a moment to look and align, she then slowly dropped herself onto Garrin. Garrin let out a long drawn out moan as inches of his cock disappeared inside of her. It was a feeling unlike any other. He wasn't a stranger to masturbation. He had done it numerous times in his entire life. Garrin even got to a point where he tried experimenting with magic, trying to replicate the idea of what a vagina would feel like if he were to fuck it. But this? What he felt could never be replicated. Everything he had done so far paled compared to the real thing.

"Holy fuck..." Garrin said to himself, his eyes watching Garnet take him fully to the hilt. Although she made it look easy, it was clear to both Aldon and Garrin that she needed a moment to adjust. Her eyes were closed and she was taking deep breaths. "You okay?" Garrin asked, concerned for her safety. He didn't exactly want to hurt her.

"I'm perfectly fine," she said, eventually forming a smile. "You're definitely a big man, that's for sure."

Garrin smiled, his ego clearly stroked.

After a few seconds, she eventually gave him the clear. She leaned close, planting a kiss on his right cheek. Garnet then rested her head on his shoulders. "You know what to do," she said, whispering in his ears.

Garrin started off slow, methodic, careful even. It was clear that he was a beginner at this. Garnet however was patient, knowing full well that this was an important memory that Garrin would never forget. She encouraged him, talking as if she was a teacher addressing a student; instructing him on what he was doing wrong and what he was doing right. Aldon just watched from the sides, letting the sensations Garrin was feeling course through him. He could feel Garrin's anxiety slowly ebbing away, replaced by a growing sense of confidence. Garrin's lust was still strong as ever and it showed. A rhythm soon followed, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated across the room. Garnet bounced on Garrin's lap, the man's cock easily pistoning in and out of her due in part to his previous ejaculation. He was a bit enthusiastic at times however as Garrin's thick cock would accidentally slip out, moving past her vagina and onto her ass. Garrin apologized profusely whilst Garnet just assured her that it was alright. The fucking continued but Garrin's rhythm soon faltered. The position they were in was taxing on his lower body.

"Oh I know just the thing to fix that," Garnet said. She stood up, a wet schlop separating her vagina from Garrin's throbbing penis. She then guided him to lay on the cushions, with her laying right in front of him. Lifting her legs, she straddled it on Garrin's waist as the man scooted closer. The lioness then reached down, grabbing hold of Garrin's leaking penis and aligning it back with her entrance. Taking it as his cue, Garrin pushed forward. The feeling of being spread wide open and filled coursed through her and she groaned. "There we go. Is that better?"

"Much better," Garrin said, starting back up his rhythm.

Now with a better angle, Garrin was able to penetrate Garnet in ways he wasn't earlier. The lioness was soon crying out loud, her body convulsing as the black triceratops was hitting him at just the right places and at just the right angles. It sounded like music to Garrin's ears. Seeing her face filled with pleasure was enough to drive him to do a better job. Taking a risk, he used his free hands to fondle her breasts, gently squeezing and tugging her perky nipples. Garnet moaned into his ears.

"Fuck!" she cried out, biting down on her lip. Her body vibrated and her pussy contracted, clamping on Garrin's cock. Sexual fluids were soon expelled out of her vagina, coating Garrin's member with more lubrication. The black triceratops took this as his cue to go faster, wanting to capitalize on her extra sensitivity. He held her tightly in place, his hips pistoning in and out of her. His balls collided with her pussy, desperately trying to leave a mark. Garnet was breathing heavily, doing her best to spread her legs as far apart as she could to get even more of Garrin inside her. Her body was shaking. Her cunt was still sensitive from just orgasming and she was already feeling another one coming quickly. Garrin was relentless. He was like a beast unleashed. There was only one thing on his mind and it was the desire to breed. His balls soon began to rise and his cock began to throb once more. The familiar feeling of that pressure in his loins began to rear its head. He desperately tried to hold it back. Garrin wanted his moment to last for as long as it could.

The black triceratops roared, burying himself as deep as he could into Garnet who was holding onto him for support. Aldon watched as Garrin's cock visibly pulsed. Even he himself could feel it in his loins. The dragon closed his eyes and could briefly see stars twinkling at the night sky. It was a climactic end worthy of being out of this world. Garrin felt like he emptied the entirety of his balls into her. Spurt after spurt of white hot cum released from his cock and deep into her. Garnet herself could feel the warmth radiating from all over her body. The two were covered in sweat and cum. The smell of sex permeated the air. But above all, happy, content, and most importantly, satisfied smiles tugged at the corner of their lips.

It was Garnet who eventually broke the silence. She could still feel Garrin's cock throbbing deep inside her. "How do you feel?"

Garrin didn't answer but instead just let out a long drawn out exhausted moan. He tried to move but found his body slightly shaking. His cock was too sensitive and any movement was overwhelming.

Garnet let out a light laugh. "There, there; I'll go get you a glass of water."

"No need."

Aldon's half lidded eyes snapped wide open. He broke through the exhaustion that he was feeling because of Garrin to see who the voice was. It was Holden! When did he come in?! In his hands was a wooden canteen. Garrin visibly relaxed upon seeing it was just his mentor. He didn't care if he was inappropriate at the moment.

"I have it right here," Holden continued, shaking the canteen in his hands. He leaned against the wall, smirking at the sight before him. "So, I hope you had a good time."

Garrin let out a sigh. All good things must come to an end. But at least Garnet was happily content where she was. She was resting her head on Garrin's chest. "I did."

"You're welcome," the equine said smugly. His expression then shifted. "I know you don't want to leave, but you should probably get yourself cleaned up."

The black triceratops frowned. He hated Holden at that moment for he spoke the truth. "Ugh, fine..." He eased himself off, Garnet, the lioness letting out a low moan as his cock popped out of her vagina. Excess cum dribbled out and Holden was admittedly impressed at what the mess his partner caused. It was quite a sight to see. "I can't believe I have to report for my shift tomorrow. I'm not in any shape to meet the royal family."

That was when Holden dropped a statement Garrin, and Aldon for that matter, wasn't expecting. "Oh don't worry, you've already met them."

"What?" Garrin and Aldon asked in unison even though only one of them could be heard. "What are you talking about?" Garrin asked, utterly baffled.

"Well, technically, not the royal family. At least not yet," Holden said, smiling knowingly at Garrin.

"You're not making sense, Holden. What are you on about?" Garrin asked.

The bay colored horse cleared his throat. "Garrin, I'd like to introduce you to Garnet. Or should I say, Qorra. Garnet is her stage name. She is Prince Kadou's fiance."

Whatever exhaustion that was the result of his sexual escapade earlier had evaporated. It was quickly replaced by a creeping sense of dread, anxiety, and most pressingly, fear. Garrin turned his head to see Garnet, or in this case, Qorra, smiling calmly at him. The black triceratops couldn't believe his eyes. This voluptuous, beautiful lioness that was naked in front of him and Holden, whose mouth had sucked his cock with gusto, whose vagina was now dripping with his white hot seed, that was visibly going down her left leg, was the prince's fiance.

"It's nice to meet you, Garrin," Qorra said in such a casual tone that it perfectly juxtaposed what had just transpired between the two of them.

It was enough to make Garrin's head spin. His legs buckled and he toppled onto the cushions behind him. He tried to speak but words failed him. Even Aldon, who had to pick up his jaw from the ground, was just as floored as Garrin was. This was the queen?! No wonder the lioness reminded him of Queen Qorra. It was her! Except obviously younger! The blue dragon smacked himself in the forehead. He was in the past. No wonder the portraits at the castle were weird, and the people on them looked different from how he remembered them. Because they were indeed different people! That was King Kadou Sr. and his wife. Their son, who he mistook as Prince Percival, was now obviously the king he knew in his present time!

Garrin looked like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He looked at Qorra and Holden back and forth, trying to form words but failing miserably. "You...I...we...what...but...she's...why..."

Qorra smiled, finding Garrin's nervousness both amusing and adorable. "Relax, Garrin." She walked over and helped him sit upright.

Garrin was staring at her as if seeing her in a new light. "I-I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

Qorra chuckled. "What are you saying sorry for? I just had the best fuck of my life. I'm actually looking forward to when we can do it again." She playfully traced her hand on Garrin's chest. Evidently, this made Garrin hyperventilate. In his mind, he was fucked. Like, royally fucked. This was it. This was the end of his life. Prince Kadou would exile him. How could he defile his future bride like this?!

"It's coincidentally the main reason why we're here, Garrin. Prince Kadou called me earlier and asked us to come fetch Qorra from the Black Out Brothel," Holden explained.

The black triceratops looked at Qorra. "What on earth are you doing here?"

"The performers are old friends of mine. They called in a favor because they were down one dancer. I was more than happy to oblige," Qorra reasoned.

"But...why are you..." Garrin motioned to Qorra in general. "Why are you offering private sessions?!" To the black triceratops, the notion of a royal family member, or in this case, a soon to be one, basically whoring themselves out sounded so ludicrous.

Qorra lightly laughed. "Why not?" Her dismissiveness of the question broke the very foundation of Garrin's mind. "Besides, my identity is always a secret." She snapped her fingers and the same colored mask she wore from earlier during the show appeared out of thin air. "This mask is enchanted so that whenever I wear it, no one would be able to recognize who I am. I'm also the only one who could remove it."

A disguise spell of that caliber was insane. It was a spell that only higher ranking mages could even try, let alone succeed in! Garrin then looked at Qorra. The next obvious question coming out of his mouth. "But why aren't you wearing it right now?! I wouldn't have known who you were." It was a comforting thought. The anonymity would have saved Garrin the current headache he was now having.

"I believe I can answer that question, Garrin," Holden asked. "But before that, drink this. You look like you're going to pass out." The equine handed Garrin the wooden canteen he was holding onto.

Aldon had a feeling he knew what Holden was going to say. Garrin's confusion was all too familiar. Aldon himself experienced it earlier this morning. Garrin took the canteen and drank it, the water doing very little to calm his nerves.

"When you were promoted, do you remember taking the oath of secrecy and loyalty?"

"...Yeah?" Garrin nodded. "It was an oath that basically said that anything that happens is just between us First Class Knights, the royal family, and then a few others."

Holden smiled. "So you do remember! But you're forgetting the important part. Remember that we are loyal to the kingdom, and we do what is asked of us, regardless of what it may be."

Garrin's brow furrowed. "Meaning?"

"It means that what we just did here, or rather, what you just did, is perfectly fine. Don't worry, Prince Kadou isn't going to behead you tomorrow," Holden explained.

For Garrin however, it was refusing to click. "W-what?"

Qorra decided to chime in. "I wasn't going to offer a private session just for anyone. Even though I technically could just wear the mask throughout the entirety of it. There were a lot of requests that came but I wasn't really going to entertain any of them. That was until I recognized who you two were." She smiled at Garrin. "Kadou and I have talked about this already and we're quite comfortable with our arrangement. Besides, we don't want you First Class Knights to treat us any differently, and we want to help you in any way we can given how stressful your jobs must be." She leaned in and planted a kiss on Garrin's cheek. "I am very happy to be your first, Garrin. Do answer my call when you get the chance. I would love to do this again."

Garrin turned to look at Holden. "You nearly gave me a heart attack with this information. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was planning on telling you, but the opportunity never came up!" Holden reasoned.

Garrin sighed, frowning at Holden. He felt like he went through the five stages of grief. He was fully ready to accept the death penalty earlier. "Where the hell did you go anyway?"

"As beautiful and elegant Qorra is, unfortunately, she is not my type," Holden plainly answered. "I'm sorry, Qorra."

The lioness nodded. "No offense taken."

Holden then turned to look at Garrin. "You, however, are." His eyes briefly glanced at the triceratops's cock, clearly informing how true his statement was.

Garrin felt his head spin. He just lost his virginity to the future queen of the Kingdom of Kadou and now his mentor was flirting with him!

Tonight was definitely a night Garrin would never forget.

And for Aldon, it was a very eye opening memory to experience. So even before the now present king and queen were crowned, they were already embracing their promiscuous nature. In a way, it made Aldon respect them even more. They were serious in their statement of not wanting to be treated differently as it was still true in the present. In some ways, it probably explained why there was such deep loyalty and trust between the First Class Knights and the royal family. The royals allowed themselves to be vulnerable and exposed in more ways than one.

The scene in front of the blue dragon faded from view. Darkness surrounded him as the memory spell was dismissed. His senses came back a few moments later and Aldon found himself seated once more in the carriage. He blinked, his eyes refocusing. He looked to his right and saw Garrin adjusting himself in his seat. The wet spot in his crotch seemingly got bigger. Aldon discreetly looked down and sure enough, the wet spot in his own crotch was bigger as well. He could feel the warm sensation in his pouch. He had clearly ejaculated once more.

Putting that aside however, he couldn't help but blurt out. "You lost your virginity to the queen?"

Whatever serious composure Garrin was trying to maintain broke. He let out a light laugh, shaking his head. "I did. I didn't know, okay? If I had known, things would have probably gone differently."

Aldon rested his back on his seat. "You say that as if it's a bad thing. If you were going to lose your virginity to anyone, the queen would probably be the best. I mean, Queen Qorra got it going on."

Garrin smiled. "Agreed. She is amazing."

"At least your first time was memorable." Aldon frowned, remembering the hazy memory that he had dredged up in the back of his mind. "Mine was forgettable. Just a romp fueled by liquor and bad decisions."

The black triceratops's brow rose. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Did he want to talk about it? The blue dragon wasn't even sure himself. A part of him thought that the thing he locked in the chest in his mind would somehow magically put itself back in and locked itself back tight. But it was too late now. He could feel it taking root. His mind was asking uncomfortable questions and he was just tired. Aldon shook his head. "No. I think I'll pass for now." He looked at Garrin and then clarified. "Not because I don't want to talk to you about it. But because I think I've had my fill of reminiscing about the past for the evening." That and remembering the past forced Aldon to think about questions he wasn't sure he wanted to think about just yet. This was a problem he figured he'd worry about tomorrow. "How much further do we have left to go before we reach Wave Harbor anyways?"

"We're already here."

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**Author's Notes:

How you like THAT?

Yeah, this story contains both straight and gay scenes. If both tittilates you, you're welcome.

This part was a great exercise for me in "Show and Tell". On the original draft, I had Garrin just tell Aldon what happened on his first day but upon thinking about it, it was boring.

Thus, the entire sequence happened.

And yeah, I opted to take a lot of creative liberty in regards to world building. It's not pure fantasy ala Game of Thrones or The Lord of the Rings. I decided to give it a more contemporary spin.

I'm sure it's not for everyone, but hey, I can't please all of you. I just hope you guys stick around because the best is still yet to come.**