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Price of Protection

Kyril had been here before. It was Castle Arrenthen, the capitol of the nation where the Queen and King resided. The castle itself was a major trade destination in the central continent, and few caravans would pass through without making some coin in the market district in the center of the city. Merchants, nobles, and royalty were always looking for protection, and few were as adept at offering that protection than Kyril and his travelling partner Saestal.

He was a massive beast, standing over two full meters tall with the body of a gladiator. Wide shoulder, powerful legs, and weapons strapped to his forearms just in case. They called him a gnoll, which meant different things to different cultures, but to him it meant he was revered as a warrior beast, straddling the line between sentience and ferality.

His travelling partner was considerably smaller, but what she lacked in brute strength she made up for with her silver tongue and penchant for magic. She was less than a meter tall, with blue scales and a light robe the covered most of her body. She was a saurossin, but most referred to her by the subspecies name of kobold.

The two of them had been travelling the central continent for months, looking for work anywhere they could find it. Some jobs were clean, like simple escort services or security for noble events, but they had no problem taking dirtier contracts. Both were weapons for hire, and for the right price they'd do nearly anything. Kyril impressed with ease, his broad form an easy mark for people looking for protection, with Saestal's magic a perfect compliment to his brute strength. They made a perfect team, and had accumulated quite a bounty in their time together.

But in their travels, they had never been to Castle Arrenthen together, though Kyril had been there in the past. "This place is familiar to me. I seem to recall a time, many years ago, when I made a lot of money here." He recalled as they made it to the long strip between castle gates and the lake the city wrapped around.

"Glad to hear it. We are in the capitol after all. I presume the noble district is quite generous to the right services. We have to be the right services." Saestal hopped up onto a stack of barrels so that her head was at the same level as Kyril's, her pack resting on her back, filled with potions and scrolls. Normally she'd let Kyril carry most of the goods, but the potions and scrolls were delicate.

"No, this is different. I've been here. See that gate, that's familiar to me. Reminds me of the time I...." he paused and shook his head. "No, this can't be that place. The queen, I must speak with her." Before his partner could object, he was bolting away, pushing his way through the crowd to make it to the massive gold and red twin doors of the castle walls.

Saestal had to run to keep up with his brisk pace, dodging and weaving through the legs of the many patrons and merchants bustling in the marketplace. She was tiny, and even though she had skills to kill most anyone, she wasn't looking for trouble and her diminutive stature kept her on her talons when in a crowd. She tried calling out to him, but once his mind was on to something, he wouldn't let it go until he got what he wanted.

The crowd parted just enough for Saestal to see Kyril talking to the two equine guards for a moment before they let him in, allowing him to slip in quickly and closing the door behind him before Saestal could catch up. It was fortunate the guards let him in, because there were two of them and both looked even bigger and better armed than Kyril, covered in armor from head to hoof and each carrying a massive pole-arm.

She wanted to go up and see if she could follow, but she knew little about this region and had no idea what Kyril had told them to get in. Also, it would look suspicious if she just asked to 'follow the gnoll'. Rather than dwell on the situation and the circumstances around her unwanted solitude, she decided she'd check out what the merchants had to offer. If nothing else, she might be able to probe for work. There was always someone willing to pay.

Unfortunately, it seemed that the citizens of Arrenthen didn't seem to keen on hiring magical or physical thugs. Many of the merchants already had protection or felt they didn't need it. Saestal was a poet when it came to selling her unique brand of security, but nobody was buying. One merchant - a rather bulky equine with quite a number of piercings who was selling leather accessories of all kinds - informed Saestal that the trade routes were quite well maintained, and attacks by bandits were quite rare. Apparently the queen and king both did quite well taking care of the citizens, so few in the region resorted to crime.

Odd. Certainly peculiar. Of all the places Saestal had travelled with Kyril, she'd never seen a city that just didn't need her. There had to be something under the surface that needed to be uncovered and exposed, no city was this risk free. There was too much money to be made here to just give up, so she kept looking, asking one merchant after another, her silver tongue negotiating with the best of them. One after one she concocted a new tale of her bravery and the assets of her muscle, and every vendor politely declined.

"Is it because my muscle is currently in the castle and not here to intimidate you?" She asked, a certain insecurity bubbling up inside her that made her think people in Arrenthen didn't value the powerful magic she brought.

"Not at all, m'lady. Just not needed. I don't travel much, and when I do it's usually as part of a caravan, and someone always hires security. If the goods are deemed essential to the people or the fabric of culture that is Arrenthen, the Royal Guard will escort. You ever seen an Arrethian Guardsman? I don't know what kind of muscle you have, but I doubt it'd be more intimidating than a dozen well armed, well trained escorts." The merchant shrugged a bit and offered Saestal a single mini baked pie. "If nothing else, enjoy something to eat. You look like you could use it. Enjoy your time in the Capitol."

Saestal reluctantly accepted the meat pie and gave him a couple silver for it, even though he was offering it was free. She politely thanked him and went to find some barrels to eat her pie on while she waited for Kyril. To her surprise, it was actually quite tasty. Just a little bit salty, with some pretty good meat chunks in a thick gravy with vegetables in there, too. It wasn't just one kind of meat, but three or four, the flavors mixing together quite deliciously. She was contemplating returning to the pie merchant and complimenting him on his good work just as she caught a glimpse of the massive red-wood doors of the castle gates open.

Kyril stepped out from behind the gate and hopped down the steps to the cobblestone of the marketplace, eyes scanning to see if he could find Saestal, so she got up and waved at him, standing on the barrels so that she was above all but the tallest of the crowd. He quickly caught sight of her and happily pushed his way through the crowd towards his partner. Once together, he slipped into an alleyway with her to give her the good news.

"The queen has given us some work. Just escorting a caravan alongside some of the royal guard, but it pays well. Says she wouldn't trust just anyone with this task. Oh, and she paid half already." Kyril wasn't even done with his sentence as he reached into the storage of his kilt to toss a small bag of coins at Saestal.

She caught it with ease, eagerly looking in to see what kind of pay she was to expect. Inside the bag were gold and jade coins, both quite valuable. "There's got to be 1200c in this bag. What did you say?!" She was astounded not only at the money, but the fact that Kyril was the one who negotiated the terms. Usually he let Saestal do the talking; he preferred to speak with his actions - and fists, of course. Just then, it dawned on her. "You didn't steal this money, did you?"

"I didn't steal it. You're the pickpocket, you could catch me burgling someone from half the city away. No, this is real, coins from the queen herself." Kyril took in a deep breath and stared at Saestal, his own personal mage.

She wanted to further question him, to get more information about the situation, but she had over 1Kc in her possession; it was time to party! Who cared what kind of adventures Kyril got himself into last time he was here. What did it matter if he somehow knew the queen in a platonic or potentially intimate way? All that mattered was wine!

Mere minutes later, both Saestal and Kyril were enjoying merriment at a local tavern. It was the high class inn that they were going to spend the night at, attached directly to the castle walls. According to Kyril, the queen had recommended it herself. Saestal had no idea why a queen would recommend an inn, as it was presumed the queen would sleep only in the castle, but she didn't question it beyond a passing inquiry. No, she had fun to have!

Saestal was usually more frugal with her coin, fighting to keep their budget under wraps just in case they ended up in a situation where they needed to buy themselves out of a sticky situation. However, the generosity of the queen was more than enough to render her caution moot. They could afford to have some fun. Eat some good food, drink until they were unconscious, and then wake in the morning with bread and wine for the trip.

"Here's to the queen!" Kyril chanted as he raised a glass of ale, suds splashing out onto the table. He had attracted the attention of a half dozen other men and women of the bar, all of which were crowding around since he bought a keg to share. Of course they'd kiss under his tail, he was giving out free booze.

Saestal, on the other hand, was trying her best to relax and remain quiet. She hadn't put her scrolls and gems away in the room since she didn't trust such valuables alone. Regardless of the good reputation of the tavern they were dining at, she still couldn't afford to have them stolen. Instead, she kept them at her side as she nibbled at her beef stew.

As Kyril was boasting about some random battle conquest they shared a year before, he leaned over and slipped his hand over her thigh, thick fingers wrapping around her leg to pull her knee to the side. He offered her a casual sidelong glance as he smirked and nodded before going back to his story, his palm still on her leg.

She shifted a bit, uncomfortable at his blatant show of affection, even if nobody could see under the table. Rather than raise a fuss, she rolled her eyes and focused more on her food. She knew that when he drank he was likely to either take some whore home, or if that fails he'd have a go at her. Long ago she tried to stop him from doing it, but she'd started to accept that keeping his cock pleased was just part of the symbiotic relationship they had.

Kyril gave another gentle rub, slipping his pinkie finger up her skirt to rub at her labial scales, putting a bit of force on her before suddenly pulling away and sniffing his finger to get a sample of her scent (it had come to trigger intense arousal in him, rather than the more typical female pheromones of his own species). He didn't make a big deal of it, instead he continued with his tales of conquests, this time delving more into his sexual conquests.

She crossed her legs and blushed. She was moist between the legs, but only because she'd been drinking wine and her inhibitions were reduced. She was trying to focus more on her food, but every time he leaned over to rub his shoulder against her, he'd slip his hand up her legs to tease her again, rubbing at her lips before returning to his tales.

After nearly an hour of this, their meals nearly complete, Saestal was ready to retire for the night. She had some things to take care of - mostly relieving herself of the need that had built up over the course of the night - but she also was getting tired. Before she could get up to leave, she caught something interesting coming from Kyril as he bragged about his time with the queen.

"Oh yeah, that Talba, though. Fucks like a mare in heat! Apparently she wanted to personally thank me for saving her life, and coin wasn't cutting it for her. I don't know if she got off to the danger of being with someone like me or if she was just being slutty, but I didn't mind. I doubt she walked right for a week after I was done with her!"

Saestal took note of this. She was curious before about what kind of relationship that Kyril had with the queen to get a personal audience with her, and now she knew even if she didn't want to. As he continued speaking of the things that he did to her and she did to him, Saestal found herself getting quite aroused, naughtily imagining what he would do to her if she was royalty. The thought triggered another tingle in her nether region as her lip-scales swelled in anticipation and need.

She curled her toes and groaned a bit, a sound that went unnoticed by the rowdy tavern goers that were hooting and hollering at Kyril's tale of queenly conquest, so she slipped under the table and blinked her eyes to adjust to the light. She got a great look between his legs before forcefully spreading his knees apart, nuzzling her snout up under his kilt to lap at his balls and musky sheathe.

Clearly this took him by surprise, because she heard his tale pausing for a few seconds before he squirmed in his seat and carried on.

"That's right, I'm your queen." She muttered to herself, silently scolding him in between long, loving licks to his sheathe. She poked her tongue in the end of it, swirling around and tasting his masculinity before swallowing it down and giving his balls a gentle squeeze and tug. She barely had time to coax his length from its confines before she heard him start making excuses as to why he had to leave.

"It's late. I must go." He warned before tossing a few random coins on the table and slipping out from the seat, taking Saestal with him. He grabbed at her shoulders and picked her up, cradling her under his arm as he walked out the back door of the tavern. There was a clear bulge in his kilt where his sheathe was growing in excitement.

Saestal smiled as he carted her off like a bag of rice over her shoulder. Her tail was raised high to show people how moist she really was, but she didn't care, the wine here was quite potent and she was practically oozing arousal down her inner thighs. They burst out the back door together because there was a bit of an outdoor alley between the tavern and the second floor inns, with a series of stacked crates and barrels.

Kyril flipped the kobold off his shoulder and onto one of the crates, leaving her on her back with her tail draped over the side of it, legs spread and talons gently clutching at the soft wood of the edge. Her lip-scales were moist and tender, throbbing with desire and drooling liquid arousal down the underside of her tail, which Kyril eagerly licked off. His long, intensely dexterous tongue plunged into her with little warning or warm up, the tip of it prodding at her womb before slipping back out.

She squirmed on the crates, letting out a little hiss as she pushed her satchel to the side, not wanting to focus too much on it when she had divine tongue to suck on. His cold nose was tickling her tiny reptilian clit as his hot breath sent a shiver up her spine. She grabbed at his ears and held him there, forcing his snout to rub against her as her tail and legs splayed out in three directions, toes and tip curling. His head was literally the same size as her torso, but that didn't stop him from burying that tongue in her.

A deep moan escaped Kyril's lips as he kissed her scales, sucking her lobes before giving a gentle series of nibbles. He shook his head from side to side and gave one long, loving lick after another, only to stop mid lap to slip a couple of fingers into her. His hand was massive compared to her, and even two fingers stretched and distended her lips as well as formed a tiny bulge in her belly, but he knew she was okay. His eyes showed no worry or concern; she was reptilian, very stretchy.

"Don't be so gentle." She urged, hands still grabbing at his ears before he pulled away. She bit at her lip and whimpered a bit, tail curling up to rub against her opening as he pulled his fingers out. Saestal felt so lewd, up on the crate with her legs spread and lip-scales spread apart to show her juicy pink insides. Lewd, but so hot. She knew it was only a matter of time before he took her, so she was glad to see he was actually warming her up before using her as a sex toy.

The thought of being used further urged her to want more, so she hopped down off the top crate to land on the bottom one, a perfect height to nuzzle at his cock again. Her deft fingers quickly untied his belt, dropping his leathers to he ground to further expose his masculinity. Only the tip was poking out, but it had the distinct pink and purple faded flesh she'd come to love so much. Without pause, she leaned in and wrapped her lips around it, sucking as hard as she could without letting her teeth dig into the tender, silky flesh. Her hands were rubbing and rotating gently as she pumped up and down his length, slowly peeling his sheathe back to expose every inch of his length.

A deep growl escaped his lips again as he looked down at her with a devious grin. He was smirking that devious, demanding smirk as he grabbed onto her shoulders, holding her in place as he lifted one leg up for better access, resting his paw on the crate next to her as he bucked his hips into her maw.

She could have protested, but she wanted more. She felt his throbbing length against her tongue as it slipped in and out of her gullet, the tip gently slipping down her throat, surprisingly flexible for a gnoll. It was then, as she gave one final lick up the underside of the shaft as she gently pulled it out of her gullet, that she decided to use some of her magic on him.

Saestal nipped at the tip of his cock before raising her talons, speaking a small enchantment that formed rings of magic around each of his ankles and wrists, as well as his waist. She used them to control Kyril, spinning him around and forcing him onto a nearby crate, leaning heavily against a wall. Before he could protest, she angled her fingers to keep him in place as she jumped from her crate to his, straddling his hips and rubbing her pussy up and down his length, squishing it between her lips and his belly.

"Oh? Using magic? Do you want to get caught?" Kyril cautioned as he glanced up and down the alleyway. He wasn't actually concerned.

"Let them watch!" Saestal declared a bit louder than she needed to before stepping up onto his thighs, resting her palms on his chest for balance and extending her tail out. Her lips were exposed and literally dripping fluid on his shaft as she anticipated the incoming stretch. She was reptilian and quite malleable, but that didn't mean her muscles didn't need to adapt. Still, she wanted that leg-thick cock in her. She could feel her walls expanding already in anticipation.

Kyril, true to his reputation, didn't let her hesitate for long. He grabbed her on the hips and held her in place, forcing her down onto his cock, his massive fingers wrapping around her sides and squeezing her thighs together. He grunted and threw his head back, bucking his hips up to force himself into her depths.

Her toes curled up and her tail instinctively curled up over her back as she gritted her teeth, tongue tip sticking out as her face contorted. Her sex muscles were loose and ready, but there was still a dull pain in her lower torso as his thick shaft plunged into her, slipping through her pussy and right into her open womb - kobolds had no cervixes and were blessed with stretchy flesh, so even a beast like Kyril could bury himself to the hilt in her cunt.

And she loved it.

Drunk kobolds were notoriously slutty reptiles, and Saestal could be one of the most adventurous. Between her magics and the danger she faced on a daily basis, a cock as thick as her thigh was not exactly something to be worried about, more like a task to overcome.

She squeezed down and used her toe claws to dig into his belly fur as an anchor as she bent her knees, helping to force herself down lower on his length. As she looked down, she could see a distinctly gnoll-cock-shaped bulge forming in her belly, displacing her other organs to better accommodate his girth. She arched her back and grunted as she started gyrating her hips, slowly thrusting up and down on his length an inch at a time, slowly massaging his depths with her distended lip-scales.

Kyril was enjoying her body, but like any other time he was inebriated, he managed to take it too far. He grabbed her arms and held them against her sides as he forced her down as far as she would go, stopping just before her cunt lips kissed at the opening to his sheathe. She had no more depths to her, but he still forced her deep.

Saestal was expecting this, so she used her free hand to conjure up another spell, depositing it directly into her belly to help alleviate the discomfort and any internal damage that might occur from his overzealous thrusts. She was still moaning and squirming as he spun her around so that her back was to his belly, looking away from him. He liked that position the most, and she had no issues imagining the twisted expression on his face as he continued to slide her up and down his cock like a fuck-toy.

Some of the magic must have seeped through her flesh and absorbed into his cock, because he immediately sped up his aggressive thrusts, forcing her lower and lower on his shaft, impaling her as deep and as quickly as he could before slowly pulling her off, leaving her cunt gaping open and drooling collective fluids down onto his belly. He never let her rest for long, quickly slamming her back down to have his length plunge into her, impaling her on his cock.

She had a hard time keeping consciousness thanks to the shaft pumping into her like a piston, forcing itself deeper than she readily had room for. It certainly didn't help that he was shaking her up and down as he used her body to masturbate with, further disorienting her. She tried clenching and focusing more magic on her abdomen to help with the healing, but it wasn't working anymore, he was getting a little too rough. She could feel his length sliding in and out of her, the lubrication she was making weakening and the friction growing.

The only thing she could think of to help ease him through this and get herself out of harm's way before his vigor overcame her energy levels was to focus the magic on his member, an alteration spell to enhance his pleasure.

While he was still jerking her form up and down, she reached between her legs with one of her hands and focused some magic on the slick flesh of his member, tickling at him with tiny wisps of mist that plunged into him, absorbed through the skin and illuminating his fluids.

Almost instantly, he gave one final, powerful jerking motion as he forced her stretchy body down on his cock, her hips pressed against hers and cunt lips kissing his sheathe opening. She felt a bloating expand her womb as a warmth flowed through her, pumped in time after time in beat with his heart. Her own pussy was twitching and her claws were curling in pleasure as bits of gnoll seed spurted and erupted from her lips, soaking his thighs in a combination of male and female cum.

HE let out a growl that culminated in an almost comical yipping sound, which he immediately cut off to growl again as he slowly pulled her off his length. As he did, he got to his feet and slammed her again on his back, giving a few idle thrusts into her before letting his softening length tug out, leaving strands of his own seed filling in the grooves on either side of his cock.

She could feel his head slowly slipping out of her, the gentle resonance of the girth slipping between each of her folds before popping out, accompanied by a massive flow of seed splashing in a puddle on the ground between them. She found her cunt lips were still wide open and the entire length of her pussy was cavernous and quivering as a pool of cum formed on the bottom. She slipped her fingers inside, only to find her fingers were nothing to that gaping passage, so she easily popped her whole fist in there, followed by the tip of her tail which she slipped inside and curled up in her womb in an attempt to plug herself of any further leaking cum.

As she was on her back on the crate, Kyril cradled her chin in his palm and sidled up next to her, thrusting his member into her face, spurt after spurt of canine cum making a mess of her snout.

She licked it up, opening her maw to catch as much of the musky concoction as she could until it stopped coming. She offered him another lick to help clean off, but he simply turned and walked away, leaving her a sopping wet mess covered in cum form snout to belly, leaking more of it all down between her legs.

It was a little callous to leave her like that, but it was a guilty pleasure of hers to be used and abused. If it wasn't she never would have enlisted the help of a Gnoll - Kyril, especially.

She gathered her stuff from the first crate and followed him to the staircase that led to their room. Just as she was about gone, someone opened the door behind her, getting a god look at the cummy sloppy mess she was and the white footprints she was leaving on the cobblestone. She looked back over her shoulder at the equine that was coming out to investigate, smiling and nodding with all the seduction she had to offer.

He was a horse, after all, and she still had some energy left in her before they had to shack up for the night.