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*Critical note to admins: If possible, story series needs to be changed to Immortima Fatix, not Immortima Fatix, Kaust, the mort child etc. That was the first chapter, not the series name. Thanks!*

2 - The Serpentine Embrace

(Author's Note: Wow. This one took me a while. From chapter 1 to the next insallment, I had to cover a lot of details that were a hassle to write. As a matter of fact, the last scene almost didn't make it into The Serpentine Embrace. You see, I can never think much of a sex scene unless it's drenched with detail, so I'm not given such a vague impression of the characters, usually why romance works out so well. It was tiring to get the last parts in, and if there are mistakes, I apologize, I was trying to meet a deadline and keep up the quality at the same time. Really, this isn't the best chapter. . . out of the two, heh. It just needed to cover important factors of the story which are now out of the way. So, I hope you enjoy, until the next submission.)

Morning finally eroded into the Paradise Oasis suite room. Ribbons of gold-yellow streamed in from the half opened window adjacent to the silk bed, and the ocean, ever living, hushed the world with its soothing melody of crashing waves and gurgling waters. As the sun hung in the sky, the illumination, past all the snuffed out candles, began to deter and awaken two, lulled, sleeping figures, a fantastically shaped fox girl, and a young, peach toned teen wrapped up in the woman's arms and tail.

Kaust's previous nightmare, strangely enough, did little to actually stir him. If one inspected him, they would see a tiny smile etched on his face, in a trance by the vexing embrace of the vixen woman who kept him nestled between her succulent breasts. Perhaps, by the will of the malformed abomination slithering in his mind, he could not scream or show the terror that had so quickly taken him. Perhaps it was still there, yet hidden within the shadow of his mind.

After a while, when the time was growing close to half-past eight, Fayix was the first to stir. Her tight legs stretched and kind of hugged Kaust's lower torso, bare after she removed her boots during the night, while her eyelids gently pulled open and a soft smile grew upon her muzzle. Minor or not, she liked the boy. Though he was nervous and tender, his libido transmuted him into an animal, an exploring, curious little teen interested in "sniffing around" the vulpine's glorious body. She enjoyed it. It had the essence of a perfect male entertainer.

Rising up, gravity giving her breasts a fruitful tug, she sat up on the edge of the silk bed and yawned, rubbing her eyes a bit, checking the time. She slowly stood, curvaceous nude body rubbing out all the uncomfortable kinks in her frame, while the idea for a shower transpired in her mind. Kaust, released from the grip of his lover, shifted around a few times in discomfort, as though his arms sought out the comforting strokes of the delicious vulpine. This made Fayix grin.

A little touch, a little nudge and she attempted to wake him up, noticing how well shaped he was for such a wiry boy.

"Wake up, sweet," prodded she with a soothing, melodic tone, "come on, we've got a lot of work to do today,".

One firm shake and finally Kaust snorted to life, glancing around feverishly until he realized where he was. Perhaps he expected to see the beast from his dream looming over him. Rubbing the sleep out of his sockets, he sighed, and then looked to the bare fox, emerald iris' and all.

"So. . . it wasn't just a wet dream," he said, chuckling. Fayix shook her head in response.

"No, cutie, you really got laid with a fox hotty. Now come on, up, we need to shower off," said she, gesturing with her hand for him to rise, which, he did, only to realize he himself had no clothes on. Not used to the constant sexual aura of Paradise Oasis, he clumsily fumbled around for his bathrobe.

Fayix giggled. "You don't need a robe for a shower, Kaust. We'll get your clothes when we're done,"

Kaust's eyes went wide at her words.

"W-we? Y-you mean we're taking the shower t-together?" he queried, throat constricted with disbelief and what was like a comfortable fear. The vixen laughed, taking his hand and pulling him along.

"Oh, sweet, you've got a lot to learn. Yes, I want you to shower off with me, okay? Start getting comfortable with casual nudity, you're going to see a lot of it," she said matter-of-factly, leading him into the suite bathroom, which was layered with fine marble stone and glimmering, brass sinks.

While she danced over to turn on the bathroom shower, elegant nozzle shooting streams of warming liquid, Kaust couldn't help but steal a glance at her fine haunches as she bent over to turn the water on. He salivated, imagining himself grasping that bright orange rump and massaging it thoroughly, gently easing in to Fayix's warm snatch. He shuddered, entombing the thoughts before fell with a hard erection.

As the water finally heated to a comfortable, steaming temperature, Fayix led Kaust in, closing the shower curtain behind him. In moments, they were both soaked, Kaust a bit unmoving, however, as he was not yet adjusted to this. Water trickling down her body, little drips sliding in to every gentle crevice she possessed, the teen was consumed by the image of this bathing beauty. It was like he wasn't even there, as her hands roved around her frame in such erotic fashion, rubbing her clit, clenching and gripping her bouncing breasts, actually causing her pink mounds to go stiff.

She then picked up a bottle of shampoo adjacent to her. Turning to Kaust, she gave a smile that was most unlike any faces from their passionate night. It was a look of trust and kindness, like they had known each other their entire lives.

"Here," said the vulpine, handing Kaust the shampoo, "this is a special body wash for anthropoids. It's like a conditioner, only made for fur, not hair."

Kaust looked at the white bottle blankly.

"Why do I need this?" he asked, but within himself, he suspected he knew.

This time, Fayix did not laugh, instead, acquire a demeanor that was altogether serious, as though what she was about to tell Kaust was a common thing.

"Just lather some up in your hands and wash my body. I can't always get certain spots, so, you go ahead and help get me clean," she intoned, without a trace of sexual intent in her statement. "When I'm done, I'll get you next,"

The young teen was shocked. What else could he say? The sexiest vixen of his male fantasies was asking him to wash her, stroke every detailed inch of her enticing flesh. Constantly, he kept thinking it was all one enormous vision, some illusion. Regardless of his numbed mentality, he proceeded to do so, spurting some of the yellowish shampoo in his hand, as though about to bathe some lethal, exotic animal. Well, he was, in any case.

Fayix gestured to her overall torso. "Get my front first, and then my arms." commanded she. Heart thundering within his chest cavity again, Kaust nervously placed his lathered hands on her shoulders, and began to swirl his palms.

As he commenced to work, the vulpine femme closed her eyes and enjoyed the thorough caress of Kaust's soft hands. The sensation of timidly digging fingers past her layer of fur and into her muscles relaxed her, and, to her surprise, she grew a little hot as his palms trailed lower.

Kaust, on the other hand, was unsure of himself. He scrubbed her shoulders well enough, and then her pelt, a silky feeling puff of fur right above her breasts, but as his stare inevitably reached her sumptuously sculpted mammary glands, he hesitated. No doubt, he throbbed to swirl his fingers around the taut nipples, get his handful and rub the bust to his heart's content, yet, doing such seemed quite out of line. Reluctantly, he skipped her chest, moving down to her stomach.

Upon noticing this, Fayix caught his wrist. "Hey. It's all right. I said my front, and that means the girls, too." said she, winking. "Go on cutie, knock yourself out,"

Permission made the young man speechless (again). His breath quickened, and, shaking with excitement, landed a handful atop her pointed hills. The vulpine murred in enjoyment when he squeezed and cupped the two. Maybe he was trying to scrub her up, maybe he just desired a taste, but irregardless, the motions made Fayix's head swim. Kaust himself was generally obsessed with keeping himself affixed to the area. They were firm, luscious, and to his enjoyment, quite bouncy, joyfully leaping upwards even at the slightest flick of a wrist. The animal was unlocked. Kaust couldn't hold himself back.

"God. . . Fayix, are these real?" said he, now rubbing the breasts together, inciting a tiny moan from the spicy fox woman. He didn't even realize that he had said her name for the first time.

It took a few moments before the fox could answer. This enigmatic spasm of pleasure wrought through her chest was encompassing. An eyelid half opening, Fayix Fayt regretfully pulled her mind out of the erotic aura overtaking her. "Nnnhhh. . . that's good. . . K-Kaust, you have to stop. . . nnhh. . ."

He didn't want to. Primordial elements within him roared at him to go on. His body was becoming a maelstrom of hormones and manhood, his mind vexing his conscious with thoughts of ramming his cock into Fayix. Somehow, he was able to cease. Somehow.

The vulpine gave a few pants. "Y-yes, they're real. Gah. T-tell you what, sweet, let me just clean you now. I don't trust those hands near my snatch so early," she stated with a weak smile and a giggle. Kaust blushed, though agreed with a nod.

What's with me? He mentally queried.

Fayix was eager to scrub down her new assistant. Standing nearly six inches more than the young man, she liked the feel and energy of "training" the boy, as though there was raw talent or undefiled elements of him that only she could have. He was smaller, far more timid, and, frankly, the vulpine was able to wrap herself around Kaust like a cuddly little toy. She burst with excitement when she pulled him in for an embrace, his back to her chest, where she lathered up some body wash, while Kaust was once again able to rest on her attractive pelt.

Kaust literally drooled when those sensual, vixen hands rubbed around his torso and chest, writhing about his soft stomach and massaging his back and shoulders.

He's mine now, thought Fayix, tendrils of duty and pride wrapping her mindset. Yes, here she controlled the fabric of this innocent teen, luring him into her life of sexual prowess and erotic potency. It was here at Paradise Oasis that he could either be corrupted or saved, become a happy, delighted sprite or miserable, filthy vermin.

He's so young, too. Poor kid. Can't let anything happen to this one.

Indeed. Her solemn vow. If he was to work for her in the next two years, the vixen would be certain he stayed as happy as possible.

"F-F-Fayix. . ." suddenly groaned Kaust, eyelids clamped shut, his breathing heated and intense. His call took her out of the thoughts, to which she nuzzled his neck in cuddled response.

"Yes, sweet?"

"I can't. . . I. . . please, oh, please, let me go inside you. . .ghh. . . need your warmth. . ." he sputtered, clenching his teeth, squirming to turn as his member was now bulging and erect.

Obviously, Fayix Fayt had done well in turning him on. She could even feel his temperature rising, his pheromones smogging the moist air, watching his genital demand to be kissed by her nether lips. The vulpine, though, shook her head.

"Mm mh. Not this early in the morning. I'll just cool you down until later," she said, swiftly taking one of her hands and grasping his elongated shaft, to which Kaust gasped out.

The young teen's face went red as the fox began her work. Much like the fellatio he had received earlier in the night, Fayix's actions were professional and controlled, stroking him slowly and tediously, fondling his testes and overall playing with the nether area as much as possible. This time, it was he who moaned and grunted, assaulted by her delicious masturbation method, feeling his penis grow hotter and hotter, that glowing, pleasant sensation swelling in the nerves.

It went on, longer than most would find when stimulated, until, obviously, he burst with an orgasm, a stream of white sopping out and dripping to the watery floor. By the time Fayix had finished, his loins felt exhausted, and he barely noticed her turning off the shower and helping him out. He still buzzed with the afterglow, light in the legs, and drank in the body of the fox one more time, as though she would disappear and never return.

Hence they both dried off, the vixen's fur now resonating with a much more impeccable sheen, Fayix started to strap on her previously discarded business suit, gloves, boots, collar and all. Since her outfit hadn't been touched by anything "filthy", she still reconciled to wear it, always comfortable with satin black panties hugging her loins. A thought then pinged her when she finally realized something.

"Kaust. . . where are your clothes?" she asked with genuine curiosity, noting that she had never observed the teen but tethered with the bathrobe and completely nude.

The boy slapped his head in memory. How could have forgotten the only fabrics on his back?

"Oh yeah! I stuck em' under the bed when I got here. Thought'd I, I dunno, get comfortable before our, er, night together." he replied, a bit sheepishly. Understanding that the vulpine wanted him to get dressed, he hurriedly fished under the silk bed for his tethers, eventually yanking out a composite pile of seemingly casual clothes. These were the last fragments of his old life he could hold on to.

Through the corner of her eye, Fayix watched him strap on his briefs, jeans, shirt, socks, and shoes, admiring him from afar, his intriguing litheness for a male personifying him more than most other men she knew. He didn't realize she was gazing, drinking him through her eyes in the same manner Kaust did with the fox femme. Though it was against her mentality in the business of adult entertainment, she really was beginning become attached to Kaust.

He struggled to pull on his grey decal coated shirt, and made sure that his wallet still remained in his pocket. At least he now knew Fayix wasn't a gold digger.

"All right, so, what now?" asked the teen excitedly, face encrusted with a pleased smile and eager aptitude. Fayix gestured to him with her finger.

"Now we head to my office and get your contract ready to go. I want to make sure you'll be comfortable here at Paradise Oasis, sweet." intoned the vixen, wrapping an arm around Kaust's shoulder as they walked out of the room suite.

Kaust had never really witnessed the full magnitude of Paradise Oasis. When he had arrived and paid with his father's stolen money, the young man didn't bother to catch too many details about the structure he was staying at. Mostly, an idyllic blur of racy neon lights and smiling, skimpy anthropoid girls masked his sight, and, before he knew it, he was in the suite. Now, he was able to receive the full masterful craftsmanship of richly ornate oak wood walls, explicit statues that were both erotic and beautiful, dazzling fauna, the occasional fountain or two, and high quality posters of adult stars featured throughout Paradise Oasis. It was like a combination of modern technology and arcane fantasy.

If there were other people to be noticed, Kaust never saw them, he too much taken with optically exploring the scenery encompassing him. He was only distracted from his wonder when Fayix stopped in front of two, glossy yew doors with botanical designs, while there was an ovular desk just before it, lingering off the wall, a curious mouse girl with chestnut fur and short cut black hair sitting behind the frame of the desk.

The mouse girl's deep, engulfing purple eyes (Yes, purple) widened when she saw her company boss and the apparent newcomer. Her whiskers twitched at the new sight, and her appealing pink nose sniffled at the scent Kaust gave off, her intrigue rising as it always did with something new. Fayix then gestured to the mouse, prodding Kaust to pay attention.

"Kaust, before we head into my office, I'd love for you to meet Ms. Amity Anyette. She's been my secretary for the past three years now," introduced the vixen. Glancing over, Kaust smiled and held out his hand in greeting.

"Oh. . . hello," said Amity, standing over the desk, reaching out to shake the young man's hand, giving off a smile and slight blush.

"Nice to meet you, Amity. My name's Kaust Zetzen. . . er, I work here now, I guess." said he, admiring the mouse girl's attractive blush. He also noticed how, well, ample she was, ropy tail swerving at the sensation of his handshake. Shapely and cute, in other words.

"Likewise, Mr. Zetzen," said Amity with a gleeful smile, voice a high yet sweet sounding volume that was kind of like a chirping bird wrapped in silk.

Okay. . . does everyone here have to be so hot? Kaust asked himself mentally. Honestly, the girls were quite a delight to all senses of the body. Fayix had interesting tastes.

When both looked content, the rodent femme sitting back down in her comfortable chair, Fayix interjected politely. "Ms. Anyette, could you please page up Mr. Indigo, Zelaine, and Vynn? Tell them they're needed for just a few minutes," commanded gently the vulpine.

"Yes ma'am," obeyed Amity with a nod of her head, snapping up a sleek white phone and tapping some numbers into a keyboard (Kaust hadn't even noticed the computer).

"Oh, and Ms. Anyette?" called Fayix. Amity looked up from her work .

"Ma'am?"

"Feel free to get to know Mr. Zetzen at any time," the fox said with a wink, causing the rodent to blush a much darker hue of scarlet. Kaust looked befuddled, but, before he could say anything, he was swiftly pulled into the vixen's office.

Her chamber was extravagant with perfect precision and detail, a grand hub overlooking the sheet of greenish-blue below, a large rectangular pane of windows dashed behind a carefully crafted oak desk, much like the walls and furniture. Fabricated rugs of foreign design lined the floor, while several rare plants were placed in the corners of the office, the desk barraged neatly with papers, files, a phone, a slick looking silver computer and all other business essentials. Kaust could easily tell it was a comfortable place, secluded from the rest of the island, an area for work and peace.

"Wow. Nice office," said Kaust dreamily, looking at the amazing view of the entire ocean.

Fayix slid past her desk and eased into her custom designed leather chair, folding her legs and gesturing for Kaust to sit. As he did, she opened a file and fumbled through some cream colored papers, eventually tugging out a slip of white assaulted with black text. Placing it on the desk, she took out another item, an exquisite ink pen, and sat that down next to the paper.

She faced Kaust and smiled. "Thank you. In this line of work, there are two personas I have to retain. One as the sexy stripping vixen, the other a smart, astute business woman. Porn star or no, flashing guys off isn't enough to pay the bill," she said, crossing her fingers in pensive recount.

"Now, I have to abandon the flirtatious me for a bit, kay, sweet? We need to get down to business if this is going to work," she started, tapping the contract paper on the desk for Kaust to observe. He nodded, allowing her to explain.

"Let me just give a quick rundown of Paradise Oasis. It's an entertainment isle owned by myself, famous for the hotels, cassinos, music, and, as you know, adult brothels. I ensure quality to my customers by interviewing every employee that works for me, that's why they always come back,"

"As for you, Kaust, you'll be under a special contract. You're going to be my personal assistant for the next two years or so," she stated casually, waving a hand in the air as she spoke. "That means quite a lot of things. Personally, I have to send this information off to my lawyers so they can work out some of the harder details. Not to mention, sweet, you're going to be exposed to a lot of sexual drama,"

Fayix glanced at Kaust, who crunched his eyelids in thought, taking a grapple of the contract and what was to eventually come. She studied him carefully before continuing.

"Keep in mind, I won't hold you back from your desires. If you want to grab four girls and have an all out orgy, that's fine, but the weight falls on you. Make certain you can handle it, Kaust, you're still young," said Fayix, almost in a parental and lecturing manner. The teen didn't do much, only sigh, feeling odd about a responsibility not to anyone else, but himself.

"You've noticed, by the way, you and I have gotten loose and casual. I just want to set the record straight, and this goes for everyone here at Oasis. We had sex, almost did this morning, and we'll probably have it many times more in the future. But just because we do the bump doesn't mean anything in terms of a relationship. We can be friends, even best friends, but Kaust," she said sharply, slightly alarming the young teen, "It's not love, all right? No flowers, no dates, nothing heavy. Don't take it personally, I just don't want to see you hurt emotionally, and that can happen if you think I'm your's exclusively."

The vulpine let the words stick for a moment. If he was hoping for love, she could break it now and get the drama out of the way, yet, there were no tears. To her surprise, he actually chuckled, nodding his head in understanding.

"Yeah. . . I figured as much. When that wolf hooker never called back I was shattered, until I realized that's how the game works. It's okay, I'm satisfied with us being friends. Hopefully best friends." he replied, so well and so unbroken there was naught any deceit in the words.

So he all ready knew the rules. Fayix told herself, mentally smirking. Her eyelid then cocked briefly. Wolf hooker?

She beamed at him before continuing. "Excellent. That's a healthy trait to hold in Oasis. You'll make a lot more friends here that way," Fayix complimented.

"As for your job description, it's pretty black and white. Ah, literally. As my personal assistant you're going to be with me for a majority of the day, and your duties include helping me handle my problematic affairs. That can be a lot of things," hinted the fox.

Kaust had no objections. He wasn't certain about all the things she needed assistance with, but he managed to make a few guesses.

"You'll meet me at my office at eight in the morning, sharp, and your duties will conclude at six, evening standard. As for pay, well, it's going to be handsome, so, please don't ask me for a raise," joked Fayix, reassuring the teen that his financial area would be taken care of.

The young man was suddenly struck with a thought. He raised his hand, half-realizing his own gesture, half worried about the conceived dilemma. "Wait, Fayix-"

"Call me Ms. Fayt when on the job, Kaust," interrupted the vulpine. "Go ahead."

"Oh, uh, Ms. Fayt, what about. . . well, school? As much as I hate it, I'm not sure how good it looks to not even have a High School diploma. . . I can't skip out two years, can I? Wait! What about my actual school!? Somebody will notice something! We go-" He was nearly screaming until Fayix stopped him, almost to the point of laughter.

"Whoo! Slow down sweet, I've got it covered. If you're that concerned about education, I actually have a couple of tutors here who can get that dealt with. I'll give you a day off so you can study. . . if you're that serious?" she asked, clouded by disbelief that any young male surrounded by horny femmes would even think of education.

Somewhat settled, Kaust rubbed his temples, and nodded again. "Yeah. Call it an obligation to myself. I'm sorry, I hope it's not too much trouble," apologized he. Fayix shook her head.

"No, it's fine. As for your actual school, again, lawyers. Just keep it out of-"

A sudden loud buzz cut off Fayix as the bubbly voice of Amity toned in through her phone. The vulpine pressed down the flashing orange button as Amity's words crackled through.

"Ms. Fayt, you're requested employees are here."

Fayix looked up and grinned at Kaust. He shifted nervously. "Ah, good. Send them in Ms. Anyette."

Some seconds later the office doors swerved open, three distinct figures making their way inside the chamber. Looking behind him, Kaust managed to see an averaged sized man wearing a black leather suit with matching onyx trousers, polished off shoes, a gold ring on his left hand, and the most distinct feature being his face, which was covered with a cyan colored mohawk, identical colored tattoos running down his neck, amber hued glasses, and several facial pierces glimmering as silver. He wore a stern, calculating expression, and looking closer, Kaust noticed he was dominantly Asian.

The other two made his jaw go slack somewhat.

He had seen them before. Oh, how every male fantasy burned bright when Fayix, goddess of adult entertainment, cheerfully teamed up with her reptilian duet, Zelaine and Vynn, slender, curvy women as fantastically shaped as the vixen. Zelaine was a dazzling orange-reddish-yellowish scaled beauty, larger than Fayix by all accounts, gifted with stimulating muscles that blended in perfectly with her curves, mind numbing sized breasts that rather danced to the sides with her steps, and brazen with dull white hair streaming down her back. She was currently garbed in fragments of platinum, simple rings and collars barely hiding her womanhood as she trekked.

Vynn was like the dark side. Her own body resonated with a deep shade of violet, accompanied with hourglass insignia markings, all of which were black, while her own juicily crafted flesh was identical to Zelaine, the "evil twin" in a catch 22. If there could possibly be a catch 22 with them. Like Zelaine, Vynn wore jewelry of the same demeanor as Zelaine, however, they were darkly toned and shone with a more malignant pattern.

Kaust gulped, and had only one thought: A dragon lover's dream come true. . .

Fayix stood, gracefully pulling herself out of the chair to meet the three. Zelaine and Vynn gave their boss and affectionate hug and peck on the cheek. The Asian man, however, bowed and folded his hands, eyes becoming affixed to Kaust.

"Kaust, I wanted to introduce my three top employees. This is Celza Indigo, my bodyguard. He's very renowned for martial art experience and worked for a few shady characters back in the day," said Fayix with a gesture to the cyan haired man, who made no notation toward greeting Kaust.

"As for these two," she pointed to the dragon-like women, "you might be familiar with them. The Dragon Twins, Zelaine and Vynn, whom helped me back when Paradise Oasis was just a studio,"

They both smiled flirtatiously, two sets of pink iris' staring straight into the young boy's heart. A little timidly, Kaust nodded to acknowledge Fayix.

"Y-yeah. . . I remember one of the videos you did. . ." he intoned with a brief thought on an adult film in which Fayix was "captured" by the two until it led into a threesome orgasm.

She opened her arms to the three, secretly letting them all know who he really was and what was going on. "My friends, this is Kaust Zetzen, the newest addition to the Paradise family. He'll be my personal assistant for at least the next two years."

Excluding Cetza, the Dragon Twins shook Kaust's hand and hugged him, where he blushed immensely, seeing as how they were hardly clothed. He scratched his head and forced a chuckle.

Overall, the vulpine appeared satisfied. "Well, Kaust, I've got some work ahead of me to get the rest of your contract ready. I'll call you back to sign it later. As of now, you'll be living in Paradise Oasis, so, you need a room,"

The vixen motioned to the two serpent girls. "Vynn, Zelaine, would you please show Mr. Zetzen to our residence level and give him a room?" she inquired. The two bowed very gracefully, Kaust rather coughing when they're breasts bounced over in succulent fashion.

"Of course, Ms. Fayt," replied Zelaine, her tone like that of sparkling, crisp wine and exotic lilt. With that, Fayix said a few more words and waved Kaust goodbye, as the two twins led him out of the office and past the secretary desk (Amity stared at Kaust the entire time).

For once, the teen felt a slight grasp of relief. He had just been labeled a companion of Fayix Fayt, was going to get an education, and better yet, he would live for two years at Paradise Oasis.

He thought inwardly if this was what Heaven was like.

= = = *** = = =

The room was everything he could have asked for. All his needs were taken care of inside the apartment sized chamber, from a personal bedroom, to a kitchen, to a living room with a pre-installed entertainment system. It was no estate mansion or company suite, but hell, he had no grounds to complain. It was elegant and furnished, much like Fayix's office, and also had an outstanding view of the ocean, much to Kaust's delight and preference.

Accompanied by the Dragon Twins, Zelaine gently motioned for him to enter the room, the two following in behind him, Vynn closing the door. Immediately, the teen was satisfied. Not even under the guise of his wealthy "parents" did he have a quarter's so ravishing.

"This is amazing! This is where I get to live?" he exclaimed, turning his head to the twins. Zelaine smiled and batted her eyelashes.

"Indeed, little Kaust. You will find that Ms. Fayt takes excellent care of those under her services," said the dragoness with a glance at Vynn. Gracefully, she strode over and place her velvet smooth hands on Kaust's shoulders, looking down at him with an amused expression. She knew the ordeal. Fayix was not one to simply give random introductions to new employees, no, there was a unique element bound to Kaust.

The teen's face went a shade of red. Not only were the two serpent girls larger than he, by at least a foot, their design was impossible to resist, every movement a curvy, dancing motion that teased one with the lure of their loins. Now, the fire-hued woman had him between her glistening tits, intoxicating by presence in the exact manner that Fayix inflected. His hands trembled and quivered, becoming that oh so shaken young fool before the animal within took hold.

Vynn walked over and faced Kaust, tilting her head as her twin held him tenderly. She fumbled with her exquisite onyx neckpiece and pondered, intrigued by his shyness, eager for something a bit more. . . heated.

"What do you think, Zelaine?" she queried to the red dragoness, who calmly smiled back, Kaust nervously silent by thoroughly curious. Zelaine looked down at Kaust again.

"She has good taste. Tell me, little Kaust, would you like to see your bedroom?" asked the woman in a melodic pattern, enticing and steaming like a ripe peach.

Vynn bent down and kissed the teen on the forehead, suddenly prodding his pants with her finger. "Oh, I think he'd love to," said the violet twin, rumbling with a soft chuckle.

The adrenalin began to circulate through Kaust's body. Mouth growing moist, veins warming, head losing control, he half grinned and nodded, replying feebly.

"Okay. . ." A small word, the whisper of permission.

His heart swelled to a pounding hammer, just like with the fox. A beast that slept when all was normal now grew aroused, sniffing the air, breathing in this lingering scent. It readied its body, ignoring the walks, the entrance to a closed room, the closing of blinds and the slight giggles. All it wanted now was pleasure, the elixir of sex, the phantasm of an orgasm with these ripe and ready dragon femmes. Salivating, Kaust lost his bland demeanor and grew drunk on his desires, shaft gorging with blood and fire.

Zelaine propped him up on her chest while on the bed, Vynn directly before the teen, tugging upward at his grey shirt and slipping it off. Kaust wasn't paying much attention when the violet reptile relinquished him of his jeans, reducing him to his red boxers. All his eyes could do were rove over Vynn's glorious bust, licking his lips for the darkly shaded nipples just swinging out of reach. He grunted a bit in satisfaction as Zelaine caressed his sides, kissing his neck and back, allowing him to lick the tip of her tail in a hinting manner.

Vynn simply stretched off the boxers and let them fall to an uncared for location. Hot pink eyes trailed over Kaust's hardened member, fascinated, taking a hand and giving it several sensual strokes. She enjoyed mocking the penis, thrusting her hand over it once, speeding up then slowing down, sweat beginning to form over Kaust in tiny droplets at the feeling. She was so much like Fayix, working her way into the sexual tension, creating desire and haze with the lust of a reptile.

She loomed over the genital, giving the tip a swift lick of her tongue. Lowering herself, Vynn then cupped her succulent breasts, copping them once, starting to rub them in between Kaust's shaft. The teen moaned a bit. This was an entirely new sexual art, one he was not yet familiar with. At once the violet female squeezed his erection, mouthing the nob of Kaust's penis at the same time she created friction. It as though a velvet smooth pressure of leather mashed and massaged the teen's manhood, the intensity of her sucking and rubbing driving Kaust's body into a frenzy.

It was a fascinating ordeal, watching Vynn work over his shaft with such ease, he the only person making any sound of erotic nature. As he was observing those mouth-watering breasts and hot mouth tantalize his nether region, he couldn't help but think of Fayix. Oh, Vynn and Zelaine, they were all ready driving him mad, but the young man could only picture that curvaceous vixen and her fiery fur, gesturing for him to take a taste. How he rather wished she was here, giving him this tit fuck.

Vynn suddenly cooed in satisfaction as Kaust had an orgasm. He himself let out a series of joyous grunts, feeling his erection pump out a spew of white cum, dripping upon Vynn in copious amounts. His lungs took in long gulps of air, Vynn smiling pleasantly, using her tongue to lick up the substance coating her mammary glands. Shaking, Kaust blushed again.

"Vynn. . . sorry. . . couldn't hold. . . it back. . ." he gasped out, trying to regain his breath. The violet beauty only grinned with a wink.

"No need to apologize, little Kaust, you taste delicious. I'm sure Zelaine wants to know as well," Vynn replied with a coy look to Zelaine, whom bore a mischievous visage.

Kaust didn't know what she meant until Zelaine, ever so sweetly, turned him to face her, taking one of her fingers and stroking her now moist loins. So quickly they wanted this pleasure. So quickly Kaust had to recover to prepare for another sexual embrace.

"You've satisfied Vynn, little Kaust. Oh, but can you tame me? I'm so wild. . ." taunted the dragoness, taking Kaust's member and shaking it slightly, stirring it to become erect once more. Perhaps the regular teenager would have hesitated, but Kaust had long since abandoned that innocent composure. The animal inside grinned and drooled, growling with desire.

He stared down at Zelaine's nether region, which shined with the honey of her sex. She murred, kissing Kaust on his cheeks a few times, seducing him into her body with potency. Vynn watched, waiting for Kaust to act on his primal desires, wondering if he could make her twin yelp for more. With a smile not his own, he started to rub his shaft over the snatch of the dragon girl's vagina, causing her to shiver with pleasure and anticipation.

"Hard and hot. . . I see why Fayix wants you around. ." intoned Zelaine. Kaust said nothing, only began pressing his way in, until the head of his cock entered into the woman's loin.

He started as Fayix had done, pushing tediously, taking his time, absorbing every pang of divine ecstacy clinging within his penis. Zelaine moaned when he was all the way in, and let off tiny yaps as the teen began to thrust, his hands taking a palm full of her enormous tits. The dual feeling shocked the dragoness, investigating fingers pinching and pulling her mounds, gently yet firmly, while the bursting wonder of his pumping caused her such ineffable sensations of raw pleasure.

Over and over, like a thundering drum, his slams grew more and more ravenous. Kaust abandoned his pinching and let his mouth suck at her juicy breasts, which he had longed to do ever since he witnessed them. His tongue rotated around the pink mantle, teeth nibbling and softly biting, a deranged euphoria of beastly demands. Their loins were growing wet, dripping wet, as Zelaine yelled out, invigorating Kaust further, Vynn grinning wickedly as they were locked in a prison of sexual rage.

Both groaned and howled out as they simultaneously had an orgasm, a gushing flow of near translucent liquid drenching their legs and genitals, the symbol of their heavenly sensations. Even Zelaine, whom would take many mates in a row, felt exhausted, laughing to herself as such a small young man provided a large explosion of love making.

The teen was more or less worn out to all degrees. Without breakfast, and having sex so early in the day, he was prepared to take yet another night of sleep. Vynn caught him when he fell backward, setting him down on his bed pillow, glancing at Zelaine. He had all ready fallen asleep.

"Ohh. . . he was so intense," said Zelaine, giving the slumbering boy an affectionate once over. Vynn nodded, and crawled over to the scarlet twin, laying upon the dragon female as their wet breasts rubbed together.

"Yes. Fayix was smart to keep him. He's got quite the libido." Vynn said, studying him cautiously yet with grand intrigue. Zelaine shuddered a bit from a groping touch the violet reptile gave her.

"Mm. I don't think I'm done yet. Care for a round, my twin?"

It eventually faded away into the morning consumed with the two femmes pleasuring one another, a steamy act of exotic tastes winding through the hour. Kaust was beat, and his body demanded rest, locking him into a vexing world of unconscious recovery. It had all begun to work out, as far as he could tell. His dreams would be filled with passionate tales of he and Fayix, endlessly kissing unto the ends of the earth.

His sleep was peaceful, blissful, and without flaw.

Until a nightmare crept into his skull.

= = *** = =

His eyelids ripped open like a bolted coffin. Sounds vexing him were slight and muffled, undisturbed guttural murmurs scraping within his ears. His sight was so blurred and distorted, a bland scarlet light hardly giving reflection to the mysterious dimension surrounding him. Dimension, for, all sensations here were unnatural and unreal, his mind heavy, his heart racing, icy pricks clipping up his spine. Kaust was waking to yet another nightmare.

He brought his face up. With great effort, he managed to decipher a rickety, bug covered table in front of him. The realization that his arms were chained to a cumbersome chair by rusted irons drilled into his nervous system. Panic was seeping into the fabric of his spirit and will. The only hope he may have for escape was the sight of a body seated parallel to himself. A man. A grinning man.

Kaust attempted to call out. His throat was blocked by the darkest core of ice, the primordial axis of fear nauseating his ability to talk. With horror encompassing Kaust's face, the man continued to grin, this chiseled, sickly looking human with greenish, decaying rot plastered about him mocking Kaust with idyllic silence. Mentally, the teen begged to be let go. The threat of death growing as a possibility, his mind writhing for a source of courage, managing only one thing:: the thought of Fayix.

As he started to shiver violently, the man started to chuckle. A low, pitted, horrid tone like the raucous of the grave, a thunder by the songs of the aggregating dead. The chuckle soon became a slow, light laugh, then stronger, then raging. Insanely the man cackled, soon contorting his body in spasmodic actions that shook the table, pieces of him beginning to. . . fall off.

Yes, to Kaust's disgust, the guffawing human's body began to melt and decay, chips of skin sliding away, organs suddenly pouring out of muscle, flesh spewing with rivers of blood. The man started to pull at himself, literally tear his own form apart, digging in deep for the brain, then the eyes, the tongue, the intestine, everything. Kaust wanted to scream, so hard. He had never been so frightened.

As the laughter echoed in the world around Kaust, roaches, or some form of insect began digging their way out of the insane person. Where every opening was laid, bugs crawled and slithered from the meaty corpse-like monstrosity, until they swarmed over the man, his now skeletal shape engulfed with writhing bugs.

Then there was that voice, the voice from the first nightmare, the voice of the cloaked, cadaverous abomination the boy had witnessed.

Return to us, oh beckoned son of the dead, and deliver unto our dirge this paradise of sin!

The realm faded blood red and black as before. Like taking a dive into a chasm of midnight, Kaust lost focus of the nightmare and faded away until he would awaken again. . .