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Anteronia was only a day's travel away when my party arrived at a quaint traveler's inn on the edge of the Grainfields. The sign in front of this little stop proudly boasted of the quality of its ales and beers, as well as the peaceful rest afforded here to travelers heading off to the hustle and bustle of city life.

“Only day away!" I chirped in my broken common tongue. If I were to communicate with the locals, I'd need to rely on it more than my natural draconic. Despite my learning the upper world's common language, the gravitas and force of my own words tend to come off as quaint and cute. And in that cute voice, I boasted to my companions, “Tik Tik excited for new adventure and lots of sexy times."

I traveled with two companions since my time in the Wildland. Cynwrig was about my size, but a beetle boy, as I like to call him, from a faraway land where the bugs are like people in many ways. I've yet to figure out if that meant his manhood was a scary cudgel or something more to my liking. I'm sure I'll figure that out one day, but ever since I've met him, he has been a perfect gentle bug to me.

My other companion was Tybalt, the paladin of our party. The half-elf was quite handsome, even with the rugged scars he had acquired from his recent trials. He had survived a terrible ordeal but kept on with his mission of spreading compassion to all. He's an expert at hugs, and he knows a lot about the more physical applications of lovemaking, all while providing a spiritual aspect that I was unaware of before our first encounter when he saved my life from an overly ravenous troll.

Once inside, we found ourselves at a familiar scene. I began to suspect that most taverns in the upper world were all designed by the same individual. Tables and booths line the sun-and-candle lit hall, and a corner by a currently unlit fireplace held host to hooded figures, contemplating their no-doubt interesting lives. Boisterous travelers revel and swig, and I quickly spotted a spot for my own party to make their rest.

Once fully supplied with our libation, I turned my attention once more to Tybalt's form. He lifted a mug to his lips and drank. His throat-apple dropped down with his gulps. I traced down the trail the ale would go as I scanned over his bare and toned chest. Unlike most knights of the upper world, his armor was more to protect the instruments of physical comforts. It would be difficult to hug someone if one's arms were hacked off, I'm sure. Perhaps more difficult if the exposed portions were struck. However, he has assured me that his sanctified aura afforded him protection from conventional weaponry. The scars that mark the chiseled frame often make me wonder just how effective the gods' protection could be, but I've never confronted him on that.

He finally sighed in the satisfaction of drink, and the sound snapped my attention back to his eyes, showing I had not lost my focus on the words he was trying to tell me. “It's not like your home, nor is it like the Wildlands out there. Anteronia is a place of many vices. What was considered strange in the wildlands is second nature to Anteronians."

“Tik Tik like vice, though," I assured him. After all, part of my reason to journey out to Anteronia was to learn much of the locals there. The other part, however…"

“You're going to Anteronia?" Our serving boy asked as he gave us our second round, already ordered. His messy sandy blond hair and lightly freckled face gave him a sort of boyish charm. Yet, I figured him early on to be in his adulthood, if not just barely.

I hummed my confirmation as I took another swig from my ale. “Tik Tik write many things, write many sexy things, so go visit sexy place."

“Hm… well, can't say I know of too much of your kind who hang out at Anteronia, little Tik Tik, so I don't know how many sexy things you can find over the-"

I just had to giggle at that. “Oh, no, silly," I said, spinning my stool around to face him fully. Fluttering my eyes, I added that little bit of cute charm when I responded. “Tik Tik find sexy times with all races."

That caused our server's freckled face to blush quite handsomely. Even if I was just teasing him, the thrill of it all had overcome me. Sure, I had Tybalt to comfort me at night, but with him, it is a ritual-a prayer. I craved something more real, exciting at least once in a while.

“Oh, u… uh, I see… w-well… I really don't know m-much of what goes on in the city, I'm sorry…"

I hummed again, crossing one leg over the other. “Are you… inexperienced in sex, friend?"

Tybalt grunted beside me, but I paid him no mind as I stared at our server. The way the boy's mouth remained agape and how his eyelids drooped made me eager to have him in my snare

“I can show you things," I said. “If you're not busy."

Of course, he's busy. This is the last stop before town, but when the sweat beaded on his forehead and he glanced around the room, I knew he was considering it.

“I stretched, yawning, letting my tunic rise just a bit up to reveal my underbelly. “Aah, well, Tik Tik tired. Going to sit in her room… and pass time."

Without waiting for my allies to confirm my exit, I hopped off the table and sashayed my way up the stairs. The whole time, I heard the tentative steps behind me. I wondered as I unlocked the key to my room if this would be his first time. Ah, for someone to be green. Does he have a lady love? Is this a step in some direction away from his plan in life? Did he hope to one day be married?

“Or, was he like me, bitten by the bug of pleasure? Was he, like me, possessed by a supernatural desire? No. He could not be like me. My case was different, and it was the reason that I made my pilgrimage to Anteronia to begin with.

Not a moment after considering my condition, the door opened up, revealing the young man, trembling hands rattling the door hinge, his lips quivering. I smirked at him and beckoned him to close the door. He did so, readily.

“Clothes off," I said. I toyed with the strings of my tunic but went about it with a slow, deliberateness that allowed for him to make his move first.

He did so, pulling his top off quickly. The whiff of booze and hay graces my nostrils. Of course, he'd work multiple jobs here, barboy and stablehand, is it? As a poorer country boy, his frame was thin, yet the manual labor he undoubtedly worked toned the muscle under his flesh.

I smirked and offered him my exposure as well, letting him gaze upon my underbelly and slick scales. “Up," I said, patting the soft mattress. “Help Tik Tik."