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Amber and gold sand sprawled across a wide expanse like the waves passing an ocean. A vessel traveled along the sands with a motor kicking up sand behind it, and a typhlosion sitting at the helm directing the skiff. The wastes were a sea of sand that connected continents together, and within that space, there were all sorts of things. From strange creatures and ruins, to holes into other realms dubbed dungeons. A guild sat near one edge of the wastes, a rather large one that accepted applicants from all places. Explorers, rescuers, hunters, and more worked to map out the wastes and uncover the artifacts hidden within while keeping things relatively safe for travelers and the few that settled on the sands. Arlen was one such guilder that plied his trade as an explorer. The typhlosion dove into dangerous parts of the wastes with others and sought the little secrets that he could uncover. He spent day and night underneath the sun and moon taking guild work whenever he could and at times venturing out into the wastes himself. There were even a few times that he had delved into dungeons themselves. And all of this to say; Arlen works a bit too hard. His teammates had told him as such, and even a few stray guildmates had suggested that he take a break. The dark circles under his eyes were proof of that, and eventually, he had come to agree. With that in mind, Arlen had set out with a light scarf around his neck and mouth, and a pair of goggles over his eyes to keep out the sand to a destination recommended to him by a few close friends. When the skiff came to a stop, Arlen checked the map he had been given and scratched a twitching ear before peering up at the crumbling remains of a building. He shut off the skiff's engine and hopped down with a satchel over his shoulder to look inside, curiosity above all else carrying his steps. It was there that he found a ladder hidden behind a crate, a ladder heading down into the abyss of a tunnel of some sort. He plucked the goggles from his eyes and set them around his neck along with his scarf before peering around. Arlen supposed he was just going to have to trust his friends on this one and enjoy his day off to the fullest climbing down a weird hole. The sun soon escaped him as Arlen made his way down the ladder. Most of the descent was occupied by darkness, but as his foot met solid earth again, he found himself back in the light.

Arlen turned around and his violet eyes grew wide at what he saw. A mess of curtains awaited him illuminated by a single lamp hanging off the wall. He moved carefully and brushed aside the curtains and found what was behind them more surprising. A hooded figure stood behind a counter next to a doorway covered only by beads. The scent of sandalwood and various incense passed along his nose urging him further in. When he stopped at the counter while his eyes wandered all around, he heard the hooded figure clear their throat.

Looking toward them he rubbed the back of his head and sniffed, "Sorry 'bout that. Was wondering if this was the right place. Friend said that I could get a bit of uh, what he called entertainment here."

The hooded figure broke open a book in front of them before humming, "Let's see; and what would your name be?"

"Arlen."

A claw tapped the pages of the book before the hooded figure nodded, "There you are! My, my, what a good friend you have. He's given you his recommendation so you're free to enter our oasis. Now then, before that, do you have any particular interests in mind?"

Arlen felt his cheeks warm as he sniffed, "Well, er. I can guess what you mean by that considering I know what this place is, but really I'm not used to this kind of thing. I guess I'd just be looking for a partner who is a bit, durable?"

The hooded figure giggled, "I see! A rough customer with a sweet outer shell, my my. Perhaps just hung and concerned as well." Before he could set the record straight on that, the clerk cleared their throat and went on, "I think I know of someone who is willing to tussle with a big fire type such as yourself. If you'd like, we could tie them up for you, or perhaps you'd like to sneak in on them while they're waiting."

Despite his embarrassment, he couldn't help but smile a bit and mutter, "You really enjoy your job, don't you?"

"Oh, of course. Not every single encounter is so pleasant but I try to have as much fun as possible, and you hear so much sitting here. Sometimes I get a customer or two that flirts wondering what's under the hood, and I tell them something every single time. Do you know what that might be?" Said the clerk with a snicker. When Arlen simply shook his head, the clerk clapped their hands together, "All they have to do is ask! Simple as that. Now then! How about I get you a nice gal to lie with?"

He thought about that for a moment before a burning curiosity had his mouth moving, "Actually, I was wondering if you had any guys who'd be willing. I've always been a bit curious but never had the time nor the bravery to really experiment."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt the embarrassment hitting him, but the clerk only nodded and hummed, "There's one in particular I think can fit your needs and I think would be perfect for a first time of that nature."

Arlen breathed out a ball of stress, "That certainly sounds fine."

"Good!" Said the clerk before scribbling something on the pages of the book, "If you head through the door you'll find the main lounging area where our attendants will be able to help you. Ask them where Vei's room is when you're ready and they'll tell you where to go, but before you do, please feel free to sample anything you see, or even lose yourself in the oasis itself. Don't be shy, and enjoy everything since your stay has already been paid for."

The clerk's words had been full of mirth and humor, but now they seemed to hold an odd venom to them, a succulent poison that grasped his mind and made him feel hot. When he looked at the shaded hood, he swore he saw the glimmer of fangs. All he could do was nod his head in agreement and head to the doorway where he stopped and pondered. Arlen wasn't sure what to expect, not truly. Already he found himself a bit lost in the process of everything. He hadn't been given any warnings and no advice either. He'd just been told to enjoy himself, and once again he had been told the same by a hooded pokemon. Why in the world was he so nervous, though? He had been to strange and amazing places full of dangerous things that could snap him in half in an instant, but taking a break at a brothel of all things brought him to his knees? Maybe it was the fact that he had said with his entire chest out that he wanted to plow his first man. Well, he wouldn't be a weakling and just back out of it. With a huff, he pushed through the beads and into the violet oasis.

He wasn't quite prepared for what he saw, but at least he managed not to flinch. There were other pokemon wandering about an expansive chamber covered in sequins and cushions, with a large ornate burner near the center where plumes of white smoke escaped into the rest of the room. There were pokemon of all sizes lounging about with drinks in glasses that might as well have been glowing. The lights were dim, but he could still see the white smoke falling over a pool of water on the far side where more pokemon lounged. Arlen could spot a few pokemon that he recognized as guilders, and a few others that he swore he had seen on wanted posters. He figured that he should keep quiet about the criminal element. At the very least, he could read the room that much.

As he took a step forward, he was stopped by a lopunny with a big smile wearing just as little as everyone else in the chamber. She inclined her head and hummed in a manner that made his body shiver, "Hello, sir. Might I take your effects, and can I get you a drink?"

His effects? Well, he guessed he wasn't going to need his badge or any tools here but it still felt to be stripped bare in a place he wasn't familiar with. After careful deliberation, he decided to go with the flow. Belts and equipment were taken away leaving his scruffy self open to the air. His cheeks warmed as he received compliments from those who were taking his things away, and more so as he felt a stray hand here and there. He convinced himself that they were being polite and nothing more, and soon found himself standing there with a drink in hand. Arlen managed through his nervous uncertainty to ask where his room would be, and he was given directions without hesitation. The drink in his hand was of a similar glow to the rest he had seen, with a color like bright pink berries. He took a sip and found it satisfactory, both the chill it gave and the sweetness he tasted. Once he downed his glass and found a place to set it, he looked toward the rest of the oasis and decided against mingling. This was his day off, his break, and talking with a bunch of strangers didn't seem very relaxing, more than that, there was something intoxicating about the environment. The drink had been a little buzz at the back of his mind, something clearly meant to ease his nerves, but the environment itself felt like it was inviting him to strip down to the core. White smoke trailed around like a net, pokemon sat in the darker corners with their bodies pressed close together and their mouths locked together. He could hear sweet sighs and giggles inviting him deeper within, and he swore he saw a few glowing eyes turning his way full of want. He wasn't ashamed of admitting he was a strung-up individual. Arlen didn't even like people giving him hugs from behind let alone new experiences involving other pokemon. Perhaps, it could be said that he was a bit too serious, and not open enough, but that wasn't going to change with a drink or two.

Beckoning eyes became fangs and motioning claws, a few stray flashes of flesh tempting him further and bringing a flame out deep within him. There were shapes among the patrons; bent-over silhouettes and sighing bodies with hands outstretched begging to be grasped, hips open and vulnerable. The sight was enough to have his vision swirl and his mind turn hazy. Instead of remaining and becoming swallowed by the atmosphere, Arlen headed out to a little hall off to the side where he had been directed before. There were doors down the hall and chimes hanging above each of them like lucky charms. He stopped near the end of the hall where he saw the number of the door he was looking for. Breathing out, he thought of knocking before realizing that he was expected. Shrugging, he opened the door and stepped inside while feeling both excitement and concern struggling for dominance in his mind. While that battle still raged, he entered a room with a rounded bed, a lowered area in front of it with cushions all around. On the bed was the salazzle he was supposed to meet, and already he could feel his cheeks blazing.

Black hide covered the reptilian pokemon's body interrupted by markings of purple and pink here and there. Strips of silk covered parts of the salazzle's body but even he could see that there was a bulge there between the legs. More than that, the body that he was presented with was rounded with sweet curves around hips and thighs, a plumpness he had not expected to see on the normally slender pokemon. He hadn't expected to see that type of equipment here considering how most salazzles were, but he tried his best not to stare. Actually, shouldn't he be staring? Shouldn't he be taking in every detail and getting ready to make a move? He wasn't sure, but the more he stood there the more nervous he was getting until he almost felt like he should apologize and just leave.

Before he had a chance to walk away, the salazzle got up from the bed and fixed him with a stare full of mulled wine and warmth, "Hello, dear customer. I was told to expect you and that you had a concern about being rough. I assure you that I'll be absolutely fine no matter what you do to me." The salazzle then clucked their tongue as they approached slowly, step by step, "What I should have been told, was how much of a shy soul you are. Do your eyes avoid me because you aren't comfortable with my body? Or perhaps you're unsure if you really want to experiment with another boy?"

Arlen coughed, "Apologies. You're beautiful, you really are, but I've just never had an experience like this, and also haven't had a chance to experience another male either. Doesn't bother me really, I mean, also if you'd prefer I call you a lady then I wouldn't mind that either. Honestly, I haven't had much chance at all to try much of anything because usually, I'm busy." He paused a bit and took a breath for the first time since starting and he then muttered, "I'm rambling, aren't I?"

The salazzle nodded and chuckled, "You are, but that's not a bad thing. Good to get everything out before we get started. As you should know, my name is Vei, a rare treat of the wastes. A male salazzle, and I'm certainly not going to bemoan that fact. Are you?"

One of the salazzle's digits pressed to his chest, a spot of heat blossoming from that point as he answered quietly, "No."

Vei pushed the rest of his fingers through the fur of his chest, digits pressing where his heart was as he purred, "Then everything will be fine. Relax, my friend. Tell me about the things that comfort you, about the things you want me to do to you, or perhaps just spend your time speaking. Your benefactor paid enough to make sure that you had whoever you wanted for the night, should you choose to stay. Though, if you proposed to me then I'd have to say no because I am married to my work." Vei then grinned, tail whipping the floor, "But I'm sure that eventually, someone will convince me."

"Ah, I don't think I should waste your time talking your head off." He then gave a small smile as she took his arm gingerly and began drawing him toward the bed, "Although, I can see why anyone would propose to you. Pretty, and very attentive." Once they sat at the bed he breathed out, "I'm supposed to be here to unwind, to take a break from guild work, but here I am a bundle of nerves. What comforts me, usually, is my work. Throwing myself into risky situations to get an inch of knowledge, or just cracking open a book. I'm not very good at the normal things, I suppose."

The salazzle's voice seemed to take a tone like honey kissing along his ear, sweet and loving with something hidden in between that sent sparks along his back, "Just think of this as another risky situation, another goal to be tackled. And you can tackle me if you'd like. You can bite, you can scratch, you can even turn up the heat since I'm resistant." Vei's tone then shifted to something a bit more playful as he squeezed Arlen's arm, "So then, how would you handle this expedition?"

Vei's voice had been a sweet venom he had wanted to taste, but that last statement gave him something to think about. An expedition was easy to consider, something that he had done countless times. He looked forward to that because he got to experience and see new things. This was something different, something new that he could experience to the fullest, so why shouldn't he? Arlen looked to see that Vei was fixing him with a little smirk, head tilted. He knew that he had been going to a brothel, and knew that he wanted to relax and empty out the stresses of the day in the usual way. So why shouldn't he do that right now? He reached out to touch Vei's cheek, digits feeling along the smooth hide of the salazzle as he leaned in for a kiss. Mouths met in a clash of heat that seemed to rise as sparks formed around his collar. Tongues met when lips parted to let them explore one another, and Arlen found his drive right there. The arms looped around his own shifted away, a set of digits trailing over his side while another moved down to touch his thighs. Each touch brought another shiver through him, and he was reminded of the inherent toxin that salazzles carried. He knew that it wouldn't be something deadly but he imagined that it might be like a light touch of alcohol to the mind. Something to make things a bit cloudier, a bit hazier, and a bit more enjoyable. At the same time, he didn't give a damn. His nerves began to unbundle and unwind, his shoulders relaxing as he grabbed the lusty lizard by the hips to drag him closer, to bring their bodies nearer together. Without the nerves, without concern, his arousal began to rise and twitch.

A pouch of curled fuzz had kept his cock hidden, but now it rose steadily into the air with every movement of their tongues pressing together. The hands on his body drifted to his shoulders to hold on and seemed to brace against him as his claws hooked onto the scraps of silk that covered his prize. Nerves had now given way to instinct as he tore and yanked away the tiny thing that counted as a skirt. Curiosity brought his hand between Vei's legs. He felt a firmness there, one that matched his own with a steady growth that he touched with the back of his hand. Slowly he moved his hand around to clasp it, stroking gingerly causing the salazzle to utter a little sigh between their kiss that earned a growl from him.

When he pulled his mouth away, Vei muttered quietly, "Well, it didn't take long for you to get over those nerves, now did it?"

He tugged gingerly on the pulsing shaft in his hand, admiring the warmth of another man's tool while humming quietly, "Thinking of it like work helps, if that makes sense.

"It's my job." Rumbled the salazzle.

"And exploration is mine, so let me explore," Arlen muttered.

Vei's digits tightened at his shoulders for a moment before he let go and chuckled, "All right, it is your time, after all. Keep surprising me and show me what you've got big guy."

In truth, thinking of it as work had indeed set something right in his mind. Every little concern and worry turned to curiosity as his desires won out. His digits moved down to the courtesan's thighs where he gripped just to feel them for a second on his way to the ankles. Before Vei had a chance to question what was happening, Arlen yanked the salazzle up and onto his back with his legs drawn up into the air. Vei let out a squeak before laughing just a bit, that sound full of humor and teasing turning to a shuddering oh as Arlen made his next move. Curiosity urged his tongue out of his mouth to slide along the impressive shaft of the salazzle. Salt and something smokey, a flavor and scent of something sweet and unexpected. Sandalwood from the incense all around them. He explored every sensation, every thought that he had while his mouth moved along the sides of the shaft up to the tip where he tasted the stickiness of pre. Arlen had never been with a man before but he had seen others exploring this route, and women exploring his cock, so why would that be different if he tried it? Regardless, he found the heat on his tongue enjoyable, the solid length something that he might try to fit into his mouth another time. For now, he moved his mouth to the balls to capture one dark purple orb into his maw. He suckled while grabbing onto Vei's cock again to pass his hand up and down along the length. Each of his movements was deliberate and slow before taking any speed. The signal to speed up was the twitch of Vei's leg, the sound of his moans or little curses that poured through the air along with the occasional purr. Arlen brought his mouth away from the salazzle's balls when he remembered that there was a hole to prepare. He'd do this for a lady, so why not Vei?

"Hah, okay. I can definitely see that you're more than eager, but how about you take it easy for a bit while--"

Vei's words were cut away by a groan and a curse, his legs slumping onto Arlen's shoulders as the lizard's rear was given a testing lick. One lap of the tongue soon followed another and another until his mouth was planted against Vei's rear. The salazzle groaned and huffed, body trembling now while Arlen's tongue dug in deep. He didn't care about the little complaints and whines that poured from Vei's mouth, didn't even care about where he was. What he did care about was what action caused which reaction. His tongue pushed inside of Vei earning him a squeak, pushing back and forth and around to make the lusty courtesan sigh before he pulled his tongue out. When he sat back on his knees and licked his chops, he took stock of the situation at hand. The salazzle was lying there breathing in and out, arm held over his face and cock twitching. His balls and rear were sticky with Arlen's warm spittle, and he couldn't help but notice a whipping tail. He took hold of his own shaft, squeezing the base before leaning forward to slap it atop Vei's cock. This caught the courtesan's attention, a hand drifting over the top to feel the length.

While Vei traced every inch of Arlen's shaft, the courtesan muttered, "Look at that. So this is why you wanted someone durable, huh big guy? Well, you've got me nearly prepped all on your own. Now all we need is a bit of oil. See that shelf over there with the blue bottle? Grab that and pour the contents out on my ass you were slobbering on. Get plenty on your dick too. Can't imagine you don't know what lube is considering even a miltank might have trouble with this thing."

He found a spot of embarrassment at the mention of his size, but he got up from the bed but stopped. First, he moved over to grab his cheek to do it properly, to lean down and plant his mouth over the salazzle's gently before muttering, "I'll be back."

When he got back up, it seemed that he had left the salazzle dumbfounded. In fact, when he returned with the bottle in hand, Vei still seemed to be looking at him with a crooked smile and a quirked brow. As he took the cork off the bottle, Vei sniffed, "You know, I don't think I've ever seen a customer go from nervous and rambling to seducing me. Gonna propose after all this?"

Not thinking as he focused on pouring the contents of the lubricant onto his cock and Vei's ass, he answered with a snort, "Want me to?"

His ears twitched and folded back as he realized what he had said before he coughed, "Ah, sorry about that." His apology stopped, however, when he saw a dark shade of plum blossoming on the salazzle's cheeks and quietly he added, "Didn't mean to step over any boundaries but it seems like you enjoy the attention."

Vei shrugged, "Maybe I do, and maybe you just overwhelmed me with that tongue of yours."

It felt strange to see Vei on the defensive after Arlen had started out as the nervous one. Part of him had figured that Vei would be taking control but now he found that his curiosity saw a path forward for him to be the truly dominant one. Slowly, he pushed a finger inside the lizard's rear while muttering, "So, are you not used to customers using their tongues?"

The salazzle shuddered as he slipped in a second finger and breathed out, "Most of the time they ask for me tied up, or they ignore what I have in general. As beautiful as I believe I am, I know there are some that see the size and get embarrassed, or they'd just like someone a bit more dainty. I'm not exactly what others expect when they ask for a salazzle either."

Again his focus was on the task at hand, and again he answered with a response straight from the gut, "You're perfect."

There was no apology this time, no worry on his mind as he leaned forward and brought his mouth over Vei's. Their mouths met for a kiss that deepened as soon as it started. The glow of Vei's cheeks was noticeable, and so he kept his eyes open to drink in the sight of the courtesan's fluster while he rolled his fingers around and dug them in deeper. Whenever they pulled back to catch their breaths, he moved his mouth to Vei's neck to plant kisses before biting, each movement gentler than the last before he would surprise the courtesan with a bite hard enough to leave little marks. Vei hissed in response, but that hiss ended in a sweet moan as his insides were stretched wide. He knew that he was buying another pokemon for the night and that this sexual encounter was nothing more than a transaction, but still, he wanted to experience this to the fullest.

Breathing out, Arlen whispered while digging his fingers in deeper, "I said you were perfect, and I meant it. You're more beautiful than just a simple toy. If you were just that then you wouldn't have gotten me hard so quickly. You're my first in this type of experience, and I already feel like I'm addicted. Are you sure you're not poisoning me? If you are, please don't stop."

Vei breathed out shakily and in a manner that he had not expected; quiet and almost weak, "Please, you can't butter me up like that. No one does."

Whether or not it was an act, he couldn't help but roll his fingers inside of Vei and stretch them far apart before bringing them out slowly while huffing, "You can't tell me what not to do. I'm the customer, right?

He smirked as he leaned back to grasp the base of his shaft, pumping it while Vei looked away and huffed, "And what would the customer like to do now?"

"I'd like to breed you." Arlen purred before adding quietly, "I'd like you to spread your legs for me so I can do this face-to-face. Let me watch you blush, let me hear you moan, and let me take out every bit of stress I have been building up on your beautiful body."

That last note, that last mention of a beautiful body seemed to bring a smile to Vei's features, the salazzle sighing as he shook his head and laid back all the way to spread his legs wide, "Balls deep and raw it is, sir." He then sniffed, "And I take back what I said. Butter me up all you want."

He noticed that Vei was still trying to avert his gaze, so he moved in for another kiss first to force those warm eyes back on him. Once their sights were locked, he moved back again slowly to press his shaft against that lubed rear. The head of his primal shaft pushed and eased itself against Vei's puckered star until he managed to slip inside with a pop. He groaned and bucked without thinking about it, and a few inches of his cock slammed inside. When he thought to apologize for the sudden entrance, he saw that Vei was moaning, eyes rolling back and toes curled. The clerk had recommended Vei to him because Vei could handle rough customers. Vei was used to being tied up, used to being taken and bred over and over again. He shuddered as he thought of taking it nice and slow, as he wondered how long he could last before instincts drove him forward. Arlen would test his limits because he needed to let Vei know that he thought of the courtesan as beautiful. He needed to express that, and what better way than letting Vei experience his desire to the fullest?

Shivering, he began to move his hips back and forth to ease himself inside deeper and deeper. The tightness and heat of those raw insides seemed to urge him to slam in harder, but he took his sweet time while grasping Vei's cock to pump it gingerly. He focused on what was in his hand instead of the movement of his hips to keep himself from going crazy. Vei's cock seemed to bounce with every little thrust, another drop or two of pre produced at the same time. He couldn't believe how much the salazzle could take, how easy it was to slide deeper within those tight insides. At the same time, Arlen found that his will was chipping away, his ability to resist was melting from the heat of the insides tugging on his cock. He gnashed his fangs and tried his hardest to keep it all together, his mind a plume of sparks and smoke ready to combust at any moment until he had to let it out in a snarl.

The air around his shoulders was set ablaze and his hips jerked forward as if ignited into motion. Every inch of his shaft was forced inside of Vei's ass, the courtesan gasping as Arlen clutched onto him tightly and began to move with all his strength. It had been too difficult to take it slow when the body beneath him seemed so willing to handle everything he could do, and when a new experience was presented in front of him. Maybe next time he would be able to handle taking it slow but right now his lust and curiosity had full control over his body. His hips crashed forward earning squeaks and groans from the courtesan, Vei's shaft throbbing violently between them while Arlen filled him to the brim. Arlen had moved now to hold the salazzle in a tight embrace that crushed the courtesan's body to his own. The heat of the world around him seemed more immense than usual, and his flame added to that warmth until it felt like he might set something ablaze. His own shaft was already twitching violently as if he were about to let his load loose. Ending it so soon almost felt like an insult to the pokemon beneath him. Even still, that didn't mean that he was about to start slowing down. Instead, he kept on upping the pace and willing himself to hold back with his gut clenched as he buried himself into the salazzle's rear over and over again.

Yet again, he couldn't hold himself back. He grunted and pushed in one last time. Arlen didn't even ask if he could cum inside of Vei but still, he let his load out while letting out a victorious curse. His cock bounced against those tight inner walls, grinding and constantly pushing while he held the salazzle against his body as tightly as he could manage. It felt as if the heat was being drained from him, his twitching shaft releasing a bit more of that virile seed with every movement. His mind grew clearer, the flames wreathed around his shoulders flickering away until he was entirely spent. Slowly, he brought himself back to look at the result of what he had done.

Vei was on his back and panting, a grin on the lizard pokemon's features. He could see scratches here and there wherever his claws had been, little marks that made him wince and he couldn't help but reach out and mutter, "Does that hurt?"

The courtesan chuckled, "Stings a little bit but I'm used to it. I've had rougher but I can't say I've had someone so enthusiastic about me and my well-being."

It seemed like Vei had other things to say. Perhaps more teasing, or just another question to see how he as the customer was doing. Instead of listening, Arlen pulled out slowly and took hold of the salazzle's shaft gingerly while muttering, "Let me make it up to you then."

Arlen leaned in and planted his mouth on the salazzle's neck and began to move his hand in the sweet way that he had hoped to present his lust. He had wanted to rock his hips gently, to make love to this pokemon courtesan, but instead, he had let himself go wild. Vei breathed out a sigh to his ear, one set of claws at the back of his neck drawing his mouth closer to Vei's neck. He licked and kissed, pecked, and pressed close as he could while stroking a bit faster, fingers trailing along the heated length before stopping at the tip. He kept this pace up before he felt a heavy thrust before he felt thick warmth pouring out onto his hand.

Vei uttered a sweet sight while rolling a digit through one curl of his fur, "Sweet man, will you be staying the night?"

With a grunt, he pulled away to sit down on the bed while looking at his hand covered in the glistening ivory arousal of his paid lover. He tilted his head and answered with a shrug, "Do you want me to stay the night?"

"That hardly seems--"

Arlen smiled and turned his focus back to Vei while tilting his head, "Do you?"

Vei frowned, arms crossed as he sat up and sniffed, "You're really throwing a wrench in the way things work, y'know? You could have grabbed me by the neck and pinned me down to tell me how you'll be staying all night long whether I wanted or not and it would have been perfectly within reason. Instead, you're doing, well, whatever this is."

He nodded slowly while humming, "Sooo?"

The courtesan fixed him with a glare before sighing, "Yes, I'd love to have you here for the night."

Whether by the grace of money, or genuine interest; Vei had admitted to wanting to have him there. Arlen accepted with good grace and shared the rest of the day and the evening with the courtesan. They dimmed the lights until only the flickering glow of their inner flames could be seen. Their mouths were not often far apart as both began to sink into the influence of the oasis. Whatever lust was held within was brought to the surface. A first time of sorts had been experience, and now what came after was practice and rehearsal. It was an exploration of new avenues in something that had been tried once before and it was all the more sweeter now that Arlen could control himself. Hips ground together, tongues shared the taste of spiced wine and salt. Claws scraped against one another leaving their marks. Neither apologized for where their claws went, neither apologized for what had been left but it seemed that both of them sunk deeper and deeper into the act until they had exhausted their bodies. Sleep found them in the darkest hours of the night, and sleep continued to hold them until one opened an eye once the morning came.

Vei had experience with many different pokemon. Those that would use him and leave without care. Those that would profess a sweet care only to prove that they wanted only dominance. It was very rare that they got to experience someone so soft. He didn't hate his life here and enjoyed what he did because he knew he was damn hot even if some didn't think so because of his equipment. That being the case, Arlen would make some gal or guy very happy down the line and he couldn't help but think about the possibility of seeing Arlen time and time again. It wasn't unusual for workers in the oasis to have lovers, but making the first move seemed like bad form. When Arlen awoke, would he be as sweet? Would he forget Vei within the week? It was at this point that he just had to smile, smile and lean over to plant a gentle peck on the typhlosion's cheek. Despite their typing, despite what he was; Vei felt as though he had been kissed by the most intoxicating poison, and he didn't want to stop drinking it. Sweet and terrible love.