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His Summer Home

He sat heavily in the specially sized wooden chairs of the library, clawing through the pages of Endorian law. Ilorek the Hippogryph was here on a mission, with an important task at hand. As Saff'Raldian ambassador, he was tasked by the Endorian Prime Minister to see about finding some sort of resolution between his people and the Yelfritians.

This was not an easy task for anyone, let alone a foreigner with little to offer. He was familiar with the society of the Yelfritians, but also knew that the Endorians weren't the easiest neighbours. The term 'fighting like cats and dogs' was a not so pleasant way of describing the eternal conflict between the two nations, referring to their domesticated feral term of cat and dog rather than jysar and cien; it was a way to trivialize their conflict while also honoring it.

Still, five centuries of eternal conflict between the two was not making things easier. Any sort of negotiation I could work out would be met with scorn by one or the other side; both thought they were above the other, and were eternally fighting back and forth between one another no matter the fact that the ones fighting it don't even care anymore.

The greatest land of contention was a small island on the border of the two nations, disputed weekly in ritual combat. It has long since become a source of entertainment rather than actual territorial dispute; a place for displaying a matter of pride more than anything else. He spent some time there during his travels, and found it to be quite fun to watch, but wholly counterproductive. Maybe if he could turn the entire national rivalry into a similarly inconsequential game, that'd make things easier. The warriors on the border seemed to have the right ideas.

Content with his research and brainstorming, Ilorek got to his talons, tossed his ink and quill into his satchel, and walked out of the library, notebook in his satchel alongside his writing utensils. That was his solution, turn it into a national game. In his own nation, there were internationally recognized sporting events for bragging rights every two years, so why not do something like that monthly? Tournaments, events, various competitions would be perfect to tamper their hatred towards one another while distracting them from actual territorial disputes.

Once he left the library, he was met with the very unique architecture of Endra. Where Saff'Rald had massive stone buildings, multiple stories tall with cathedrals and glass panes and all sorts of solid architecture, Endra was populated mostly by wooden log based, single level homes and buildings. Even the Library Looked akin to Ilorek's own cabin in the grand cellitoke tree he called his home. Beautiful, but foreign.

As he walked through the streets, he paused to reflect on his position on this matter. He was neither feline or canine, he was a hippogryph borne of gryphon mother and equine father, Keran, Yelena, or Sanfrit should be doing this. To make matters even more clear, Yelena and Sanfrit were the two who forged the northwestern borders of Yelfrit themselves before their ascension, so they were perfect for the job.

Still, it was fun to travel. Ilorek owned a home on the border of Yelfrit and Endra, built in the same log-cabin style of his home with a local Endarian flair. There, he could mull over his brainstorming for the day and come back refreshed to share his findings with the prime minister. In the mean time, perhaps he would pause and reflect on his mate back in Klyneth. Ever since Ceylon got that laurossin Styreks, she'd been casually hinting towards getting a pet of some sort; knowing her, she'd almost certainly gotten a pet of some sort in Ilorek's extended absense. Still, he couldn't get her out of his mind as he trekked across the city to his own property.

On the way, however, he got distracted by the presence of two particularly interesting reptiles. One dragon, one lizard. They walked past him on the cobblestone pathway, shoulder to shoulder but barely talking. Ilorek's finely tuned telepathic abilities told him they were friends, or at least acquaintances, but for some reason weren't really talking right now. That was all his mind caught as they walked past. Curious, he turned and followed them, hoping to not come across as particularly creepy; after all, he was a full meter taller than virtually any other citizen of Endra. The feline race was on average far shorter than the equine or hippogryph races.

Still, he tried his best to look nonchalant as he focused his mind into theirs, gathering as much info as he could from afar without establishing eye contact. Talking directly with his marks was the best way to pluck information from their thoughts, but also the best way to alert them to his presence, so he had to get what he could from them without intimate interaction.

She was gravid with a clutch of eggs, he was keen to this knowledge but trying his best to not proposition her. She was begging for someone to fertilize them, and he wanted to mate, but they were on a trip together and didn't really want to 'ruin' it by turning it into an escapade of sex and lewd behaviour.

Ilorek saw an opportunity to change that.

He reached into his satchel and ruffled through it to find two vials of purple fluid. Potions. In this case, a powerful sort of love potion that caused instant, intense arousal mixed with an emotionally bonding aftertaste that would hit them post coitus. HE always kept a few of them on hand for just an occasion, and he was thinking more and more that he could use this as an excuse to do his contribution of kindness for the week.

Before letting them disappear into a crowd of jysarian locals, he stepped forward and tapped the male dragon on the shoulder, holding the potion in that same hand. He was mostly red, with a cream colored belly and ear frills; a very common type of bipedal dragon.

"Oh, hi. Can I help you?" He asked as he turned around, slowly scanning his eyes up before catching Ilorek's gaze.

Ilorek smile and looked back and forth between the dragon and lizard girl. She had an interesting coloration, with red scales over her back and neck, green scales on her belly, breasts, and thighs; Black stripes on her legs, and black feet and hands. Gorgeous colors. She had a rounded belly, full of eggs. "Well, I couldn't help but notice your lover here was gravid. I just wanted to congratulate you."

The dragon and lizard glanced at each other before breaking out in laughter. "Oh, we're not lovers." The lizard said. "Just friends on a vacation together!"

Ilorek knew this, but feigned shock. "Oh, I am so sorry! I just thought by the way you walked that you were together. I may be past my boundaries, but you can't deny there's something between you!" He winked and smiled at them, his mind racing and trying to find a way to get them together without using any form of mind control.

The male dragon blushed a bit, his ear frills pressing flat against his skull.

"Oh Zala, don't be all shy about it, I know you've been pining for me!" She giggled and wrapped her arm around his neck, pulling him in so that the side of his face was pressing hard against her breasts.

Ilorek took a step back and raised his talons to make a frame between thumbs and forefingers, ensuring both were in the same image. "Well I think you two would make a great couple, but...wait, if he's not the father, who is?" He feigned embarrassment at the suggestion that they should be together when she was gravid with someone else's clutch. He knew the truth, but couldn't let on that he did.

"Oh, nobody yet. Unfertilized for now. Debating on whether to do that or not." She leaned over and gave him a nudge, resulting in him blushing a bit more.

Ilorek could tell that this was unnatural behaviour for Zala. A gentle prod into his mind told of a more dominant, aggressive, powerful dragon - not the meek, shy dragon he was being here. Clearly he had a thing for the lizard woman, and it was making him bashful. Ilorek took this little advantage to heart and formulated a new plan to get them together. "Well, tell you what, I'm feeling generous. Do you two have any plans for dinner tonight? I'd like to invite you back to my home for a seafood dinner!"

Zala looked to his partner with a concerned look, but also a glint of desire. "Seafood, you say? I do love seafood. What do you say, Melon?"

"Sounds fun to me!" she cocked her head to the side while looking up at Ilorek. "Why so generous?"

Ilorek smiled and made a chirping sound. "oh, I just love to help people out. Being busy on trips like this keeps me occupied, and keeps me from helping people out as much as I'd like to. Allow me to play your matchmaker!"

Zala got a glint in his eye followed by a subtle smirk, while Melon grinned as well. Ilorek could tell they both wanted it for different reasons, but were too shy to come out about it. Perfect.

The hippogryph guided his two marks through the busy, bustling city and back to his home on the edge of the urban sprawl between the city and the forest. It was a rather small home made up of only four rooms, much like the relatively simple but open home back in Saff'Rald. There was a kitchen, a bathroom, a common room, and his personal bedroom, and that's all he needed.

"Nice little place." Melon commented. Somewhat ironic, since the house was built with Ilorek's large stature in mind rather than her more typical size.

"It's my home away from home. I don't live here, but I spend enough time here to warrant a second home. When I'm not here, I let people live here for a nice low rent. Students, mostly." He walked past the two of them and into the kitchen, where he used a bit of magic to ignite a fire under the kettle. "Tea?"

Zala nodded slowly and made his way to the couch. Ilorek had a glass table with a couch on all four sides, designed to be a dining table as well as a lounge room. "Sure. No sugar, please."

Ilorek turned his back to the two reptilians and mixed up the tea concoction in the bags before pouring their mugs. The water had boiled quickly, and he took this moment to slip some of the libido potion in each of their cups. By the time it had been stirred up, the color had disappeared into the clear, milky tea.

"Odd color." Melon commented as she looked down at hers. "What's the flavor?"

Ilorek took a sip of his own - which he'd also spiked with the potion - as he sat down next to Zala. "It's a Melon-Berry mix. Nothing special, but it is my own blend."

She nodded and took a sip, dipping her long tongue into the cup to taste it. "Oh, that's actually pretty good! Sweet without weakening the flavor of the tea!" She then took a few more rapid sips.

Zala also took a drink; as a dragon, he was able to drink with ease, no worries about burning his tongue or lips or cheeks. His entire mug was downed within minutes, even with Ilorek and Melon still sipping at theirs.

Before Ilorek could even start up his conversation about the locals and the task he'd been sent to complete, he noticed a thick musky scent in the air. He sniffed at the air to see it was coming from Zala - or more particularly, Zala's lap. The hippogryph grinned as he realized what was happening and immediately excused himself for a few moments as a guise to 'prep the meal' he'd promised them.

As he was sorting through the dishes and chopping the veggies, he occasionally glanced over to see Zala slowly inching his way closer to Melon in a traditional lover's courtship ritual. The potion was working perfectly, driving him into an uncontrollable lust, unlocking his most aggressive desires; it affected him the most and the fastest due to how fast he guzzled his potion-infused tea.

She was resistant at first, slowly leaning away from his gradual advances, not entirely sure what was making him get so touchy with her, but after a while, his amour was getting to her and she found herself opening up a bit, nuzzling back into him and letting him run his palm over her belly to feel the eggs clacking and shifting around inside. She giggled and leaned into him, forcing his palm against her soft belly scales.

Ilorek continued to watch from afar, offering only sidelong glances to the two of them as his own member slowly grew in his kilt, pressing out against the fabric as his sheathe started to extend out with his crotch bulge. It didn't take him long to realize that it was the potion he'd given himself; he could resist it if he really wanted to - after all, it was his own magic that had infused the potions in the first place - but the more he watched the scaled love-birds, the less he wanted to resist. Still, he thought it best to give them some room on their own before he interrupted.

Zala and Melon slowly fell down onto the couch, Melon on her back with Zala hovering over her, his snout slowly dipping in between her breasts. She was naked from the top down, and her nipples were slowly emerging from the soft green belly scales, so he nuzzled at them and licked gently.

She giggled in response, arching her back and looking down at him with a smile. She didn't say anything, but her eyes clearly asked for more, and her wandering talons grabbing at Zala's to help him cup her bosom was another clear request for more attention.

Still, Zala didn't want to leave his hand from her gravid belly, resting one palm on her midsection, one on her bosom, and his snout nuzzling the otherwise unoccupied bosom. He nuzzled and licked at the underside as his fingers gave a massage to both curvy mounds of soft scales, his hips gyrating gently with each and every taste. There was a low rumbling growl coming from his chest as he purred at her, lusty and wanting more.

She smiled and stroked at his ear frills gently, holding his head close and using her tail to curl up and wrap around his. The two were soon tangled up in one another, kissing and nuzzling and nipping and playing with each others' extremities. Didn't take long for her tail to curl up between his legs to tickle at the underside of his emerging shaft, eliciting a gentle gasp from him paired with another thrust into her prehensile tail.

Ilorek found himself unable to hold back much longer. His cock was steadily growing and lifting the edges of his kilt up to expose himself fully, so he unclasped it and let it fall to the ground, the fabric bending and sliding over the wide ridges of his member before falling to the ground between his talons. He rubbed idly, cupping his palm around the barbed equine tip, the gentle tickling of his wrist feathering teasing either side of his shaft as he did so, small bits of lubrication moistening his palm.

Zala and Melon were completely oblivious to their voyeur, as the potion had completely taken hold and was urging them to get more and more physical. The dragon's member was fully out of its slit, and he was rubbing it against her belly, the prodding motion pressing in against the eggs in her womb.

She happily spread her legs and lowered her tail, exposing her pink, engorged lips for him. Her eggs were fertile, he was a stud, she needed him to give them life. Her motherly instincts were taking over. Melon curled the tip of her tail up between his legs and tensed up, forcing him to press his pelvis against hers.

He didn't slip into her, at least not immediately. Instead, he had to lean over and press his belly to hers, his chest resting on her breasts as he fumbled around, arm down between them to guide his ebony fleshed shaft. Before long, he arched his back and plunged deep, his cock parting her soaking wet, needy slit.

Only one thrust, but then he stopped. "I-I can feel the eggs, inside you." He gasped, more to himself than any intent to inform her.

She purred and curled her tail around his waist, holding him in tighter and closer. "I know. I want your sssseed!" She hissed at him, flicking her tongue out over his ear frills in a sensual display.

Ilorek slowly padded his way over, palm still on his member as he squeezed and rubbed, watching intently as the two gyrated and pressed against one another. HE was around to beside them, his cock at full mast and drooling cum on Zala's shoulder, when Melon noticed him.

With Zala still inside her, she grabbed him and flipped him over so that he was on his back on the couch. She nuzzled at the hippogryp's equine cock as she rocked back and forth, feeling Zala's member slip in and out of her with ease, his girth throbbing and pulsing and pressing against her womb and the eggs within it with every movement. She licked and suckled at the tip, tasting his fluids as she continued to grind at Zala.

His wings slowly spread out from under him, one pressed against Ilorek's thigh, the other out splayed across the rest of the couch as his maw slowly gaped open. He was drooling and panting with each thrust, and he couldn't help but bite down on her shoulder and neck to keep from chirping a pleased dragon squeal. The grin on his face indicated he was about to blow when Melon shifted her weight and spun around so that she was laying on her back on Zala's belly, legs spread and tail pulled to the side so that he could still get into her.

She grabbed at his member with her outstretched hand and guided it into her again as she sat down, feeling him slip deep into her sex, his member prodding once again at her womb and even penetrating her cervix to rub against the still partially soft and unfertilized eggs. Her squeezing canals coaxed the cum from him with ease as she gaped her maw around to find Ilorek's member, which she greedily swallowed until she felt his barbed flare bulging out in her neck.

"Hnnngph!" Ilorek graned a bit as she clenched his eyes shut, trying to not focus on the snakelike stretch of her gullet as his massive member throbbed and expanded in her neck. His toes curled and he grabbed at his mane and feathers, his own pleasure coming to a rise as her tongue massaged the underside of his shaft. There was a bit of discomfort as he felt her shift and bend his cock a bit, but that was quelled as soon as she tried to swallow him, the muscles massaging him in one sucking motion.

Didn't take long from there. He leaned forward as his flare exploded in her gullet, spraying his equine seed deep into her throat as a particularly flare-shaped bulge pressed out from her throat scales.

At the same time, Zala chattered his teeth and dug his claws into her hips, holding her in place as his own orgasm rocked her body, splashing at the soft shells of the eggs inside, her muscles contracting a tight seal around his cock tip to keep any of his seed from seeping out. Her muscles squeezed every last drop from his flesh before eventually forcing his softening cock from her sex, leaving a gooey trail on his pubic region. He let go of his bite on her shoulder and panted heavily as he collapsed in a tangle of limbs with his partner.

Ilorek smiled and carefully pulled his barbed cock from Melon's maw, sure to protect her tender throat flesh from the barbs on the flare. With it deflating and shriveling inside, it wasn't hard at all. She gagged a bit and smiled, licking her lips and swallowing down. "Th-that was fun!" She reached over to the mug of tea on the table as Zala slowly got off her, the effects of the potion wearing off now that he'd climaxed.

Ilorek left the two alone to talk about what just happened while he pondered the ramifications of getting one pregnant on his behalf. Based on what little mind-reading he'd done, he knew this was the right thing, but now that the joy of sex was wearing off, he came to realize that they might not be as amicable to the idea of accidentally impregnating her while in a potion-addled lustful rage.

To his delight, they were both happy with their behaviour.

"Thank you so much for that, Zala. Wanted seed for a while now. What encouraged you to..." She paused as she took another sip, Zala standing over her. "Oh, I think I know."

"What?" Zala asked, not sure what she meant.

"nothing. Have some tea and we can go another round once your energy is back up."

Zala twitched and happily raised a talon. "Ilorek, good sir, another tea!"

Ilorek happily brewed them a second round, knowing full well they'd go until they fucked each other into such fatigue they'd fall asleep. If nothing else, he knew that his summer home would be a place for joy and all sorts of activity.