A Helping Paw by Cheetahs

A Helping Paw

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I am open for COMMISSIONS! If you want your own, personalized story, Click here Want to help out this writer kitty? Then head over to my Patreon account by clicking here Support a cheetah and get exciting(and erotic!) stories, breathtaking commissioned artwork featuring my characters, and an awful lot of fluffy hugs in return. If you want to know more about my Patreon initiative and why it's so important to me(and to the community as well!), check out my journal here : https://www.sofurry.com/view/938686*This story is a commission for Leon Therma from FA. Thank you for commisioning me!*Story description: Leon, an anthro quilava used to the luxury of the 21st century, finds himself transported to a mystical land. Bare to the bone and totally clueless as to where he is, Leon stumbles upon a community of anthro dragons and gryphons who mistake him for an indigenous pest at first. Forced to spend the night in the mayor's office for his protection, Leon witnesses the deep bond Raikir, the mayor of the town, shares with Dresnath. From that day on, he makes it his objective to become a valuable citizen of this town and, in the process, get his share of love from Raikir and Dresnath. Leon belongs to http://www.furaffinity.net/user/leontherma/Raikir and Dresnath are my charactersThe story is written by me, CheetahsA helping paw The first thing Leon noticed after waking up in the middle of nowhere was his obvious lack of clothing. The quilava rubbed his eyes, blinked to make sure he didn't simply wake up in the middle of a forest, with no memory of how he got here. Hell. That was exactly what happened! Or so Leon assumed as he took in the fir trees and spruces surrounding him, or the dried, needle-shaped leaves poking at his bare rump. Was it a dream? Nope. Pinching his cheek produced a nasty sting that made Leon yelp, and the crisp air of early morning filled his nostrils, carrying wild, sharp scents, of resin and grass. "Huh," Leon muttered, shifting onto his rump to sit cross-legged, his fingers running over the pink pads covering his three, cream colored toes, rubbing them softly as he adjusted to this new, feral world. "I'm going to miss my console and TV, that's a certainty," he said, his rich, baritone voice drifting in the wind, with not a soul to hear it. Aside from wolves. Their howl chilled the blood in Leon's veins, forcing him up on his feet, flames bursting out of the red dot covering his blue-green head and the three, smaller dots located just above his rump. Swirling balls of fire formed within his flaming palms, yellow at their core, and reddening towards their outer edges, hot enough to incinerate a live being.

"Well, come on!" Leon dared them on. "Don't make me wait. Make your move!" He scoffed a moment later, allowing his flames to die down. What was he doing, talking to dumb beasts? That was crazy! Just like this eerie dream, realm, or whatever Leon found himself into. Rather than wait, he began walking in a random direction, following the flat terrain rather than taking towards the hills rising behind him. His fur, although thin, warded off the chill of the morning. It must have been spring, or early summer, for thick lichens sprouted on the occasional boulder, and mountain flowers sprouted within the sun-basked clearings. Leon didn't pay much attention to them. He was too focused pushing the branches blocking his path aside. Every time he did that, a hidden spider web awaited to glue upon his face, making him shudder, growl, and wipe his face off it. That sticky feeling lingered, however, just like the hunger welling within his stomach. It must've been noon by now. The arduous trek through the forest left Leon panting, his throat parched, his pads sore from walking upon the treacherous ground, his shins pumping battery acid from the exertion. Yet he pressed on, guided by the nugget of fear he constantly pushed at the back of his mind. Spending the night out in the middle of the forest wasn't that bad of a thing. Now that Leon found himself in an adventure, he might as well experience the full perks of living in nature. Or so he tried to convince himself, in order to deal with the several emotions shifting through his head. Frustration stemmed from his lack of knowledge surrounding his precarious situation, putting a gait in his steps. The lack of paths or game trails made him anxious, and his inability to track the nearest form of civilization instilled a deep sense of powerlessness within him. Above all, Leon felt lonely, torn from everyone he knew, and cast into this...this... He took in a deep breath, and resumed swatting, breaking, and crouching under the boughs of trees. As long as he kept walking, he would find a river. And near that river, a settlement, or at least a hut. A narrow game trail got his hopes up. Tendrils of smoke followed suit, washing away some of Leon's fatigue, allowing him to stride forward with broad, certain steps. As expected, the game trail opened into a proper path. Several hundred of feet later, it forked into different paths, the forest thinning noticeably, and tree stumps appearing at the edges of Leon's vision. He crossed several narrow streams, drinking his fill of ice cold water, the liquid feeling like a bomb within his empty, growling stomach. It didn't help that the scents he tracked grew stronger, carrying the promise of roasted meat. All that Leon had to do was crest the hill rising in front of him, then cross the gully behind it. Only, that wasn't a gully. Its walls were too straight, the bottom too smooth, and it led straight towards the mountains. Definitely enlarged by intelligent species, probably miners of some sort. At least dirt felt like a soft blanket to his padded toes, and following this trail was bound to lead him into a village. What towered in front of him wasn't just a village, however, but a town of some sort, with a medieval look to it. Tall palisade blotted out the view of the houses, but twirls of grayish smoke hinted that it teemed with life. Several watchtowers, built of the same, brown-red wood, rose even higher than the town's walls, with conical rooftops, too small to hold more than one person at a time. At least they didn't have cannons mounted atop them. The sight sparked Leon's excitement. Above the city, dots zipped back and forth, too small for Leon to make out from such a distance. They must've been some sort of avian species, maybe even dragons. If he squinted hard enough, the quilava was almost certain he noticed the glint of fine polished scales. Further down the gully, one of the gates leading into the city stood open, a crude thing made of logs bound together, manned by two guards. Once a sentry shrieked a command, they didn't simply dash to meet Leon. They practically dove upon him, falling out of the sky with unnerving speed, swords already out of their scabbards and aiming at him. "Shoo, pest." Pest? Leon didn't even introduce himself! He planned to, if the glimmering blades didn't close upon him, forcing him back a few steps. The two guards were obviously gryphons, standing upright on their two legs, one flaunting the plumage of a red kite and the hindquarters of a leopard, while his companion must have been a peregrine falcon, with dark, intense eyes and thick, panther haunches, ending with delightfully pink and bare pads. They both wore medieval garb, tunics and leggings fashioned out of various types of leather, neat rather than crude, emblazoned with silver thread depicting a sunrise behind a copse of pines. "Turn around. Leave. No food. No shelter. Just this sword, if you want to play dumb," the peregrine falcon said, his tail stiff compared to that of his companion that flicked nervously, just like his ears. "You're not seriously going to kill him. He just a borkin, one damn borkin," the red kite said, sheathing his sword and taking a step back. His companion caught his arm, beak inching closer to his face. "Looks like a kobold to me. Kobolds dig tunnels. Kobolds emerge in your damn larder and empty it come morning. Borkin are rat people, while this one is...different." "You're wrong, on both accounts," Leon said, making both of the birds caw and spread their wings, ready to pounce him. "It speaks!" The red tailed hawk said. "Don't reckon any kobold or borkin who speaks." The peregrine falcon signaled him to shut up, eying Leon with an intense, almost unnerving gaze. "Aye, he speaks. Means he has a brain big enough to know what a sword pointing at his throat means." "Rashar! Aredar!" A third voice cut through the wind, distinctly feminine. She landed behind the two males, a gyrfalcon with a lithe build and the haunches of a snow leopard. "Return to your posts. Can't have you go chase around..." she paused as her azure eyes settled on Leon. "Borkins." "Awrk!" The red tailed hawk uttered, elbowing his companion. "It's a borkin, not a kobold. Mostly harmless." "I am indeed harmless. If you gentlemen take a good look, I am not only unarmed, but conspicuously bare." All of the three gryphons tilted their heads. "Gentlewhat?" Leon swallowed to wet his throat and to still his racing heart. Excitement at meeting intelligent beings mingled with apprehension at being welcomed with swords rather than kind words, and also anger; anger at being considered a lesser, insignificant species. "It's a saying. I am from..." he licked his mouth, then continued, "I hail from distant lands. I am a weary traveler." "Travelers have coin, or at least clothes," the peregrine falcon pointed out, his eyes falling on Leon's cream colored sheath and pouch. "You have nothing but words." "I am needed back at my tower. Raikir doesn't mind a dead borkin, kobold, or whatever he is, so don't take too long with him, Rashar," the gyrfalcon said, preening his neck feathers for a short moment before she took to the skies. "So you're Rashar, the red one is Aredar. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I am OUCH!" Leon cried when a swinging scabbard greeted his stretched hand instead of a gryphon's birdlike hand. "Step back, borkin. Go the other way. Run to your tribe. And if you rally them on Montesario, well...you must be intelligent enough to know what happened to your kind in the past." Leon clenched his jaws, rubbing his sore hand as he glared at the two with smoldering, vermilion eyes. Rashar's black beak contrasted with the light brown of his neck and ears, his wings clad in rich grey plumes. He had a stocky build, with thick arms and broad wings jutting out of his back. Dark leather breeches covered his hindquarters, even though his fur surpassed Leon's in thickness, and obviously no shoes. His companion, Aredar, must have been younger. His brown eyes shifted back and forth, his talons clenching and relaxing around the handle of his sheathed sword. He had a white head streaked with dark lines, his lean chest bursting with ruddy feathers speckled with whites. This one had patchy clothing, and claws jutted out of his paws to hint at his nervousness. "Actually, I don't. I may need a reminder," Leon said, a smirk tugging at the side of his mouth. Although the two gryphons stood taller than him and had the advantage of wings to rely upon, Leon had his fire abilities. That gave him the upper edge, especially when his lithe built made the two birds overly confident. Unlike them, the quilava had a lean but strong body, with cream colored chest and legs and blue-green fur to cover his flanks, along with the upper parts of his thighs and buttocks. A tuft of mangy fur covered his forehead, and behind it was a reddish spot, similar to the three just above his rump. "You've got quite a mouth to you, pest," Rashar taunted. Leon's ears shifted towards him, their inside a crimson shade. "And you've got a small enough cock to hide behind a pair of tattered breeches." Aredar emitted a low, amused squeak, while Rashar's eyes narrowed. "You should be more concerned about your life than the size of my member." Medieval idiots! Leon rolled his eyes and took several steps back to fall into a combat stance. If they couldn't be persuaded by words, then he had to earn passage in a less benevolent way. The three scars flowing down his eyes and muzzle must have looked something fierce when combined with a glare, for the two birds whispered to one another. Aredar drew his sword, albeit reluctantly, then flapped his wings twice to leap behind Leon to surround him. "I'm not concerned about my life. I'm debating whether my flames will turn you to ashes or roast you into well cooked poultry." Rashar dove towards Leon, but the Quilava coated his hands with potent flames, melting straight through the metal with a swing, then pivoting on his left dodge Rashar's attack and sear through the plumes of a wing. A raucous shriek burst from the gryphon's beak as he stretched his wing to inspect the embers eating at his feathers. "I sure hope they grow back, else that guard duty is there to stay." "S--sorcery," Aredar muttered, holding his sword forward. Rashar grabbed his wrist, forcing him to sheathe it, and instructing him to summon reinforcements most likely, for the red tailed hawk departed right away. "So, the pest becomes the threat of the village," Leon drawled while Rashar stared at his flaming crest with a mixture of awe and hatred. "You're no threat to our town, little vermin. The dragons are coming. Let's see how your sorcery matches dragon flame." Leon extinguished his flames, swallowing the lump forming in his throat. Dragons? Were these gryphons that attached to their feathers as to summon dragons, as in, the legendary protectors of a settlement?! "You better run," Rashar hissed. "Still got time for that." Something snapped within Leon. "Not before I punch that smug expression right off your face." He hurled himself at the peregrine falcon, landing a punch into that rock-hard abs of his. The blow barely fazed the bird, while Leon's wrist twisted from the blow, the sting of it drawing a whimper out of him. "RAWK! Here is how you punch, borkin!" Leon evaded Rashar's jab, whirling on his feet to elbow him straight in the ribs, then duck under the buffeting wings. He didn't notice the tail, however, its swing as fierce as a whip. It connected with Leon's cheek, sending him toppling to the ground. Rashar used that moment to lunge at Leon, who managed to score a kick straight in the jaw, hard enough to make the bastard bite that tiny avian tongue of his. Enraged, the gryphon swung a taloned hand forward, but Leon drew his paws out of harm's way, trudging backwards, then stumbling to his feet to laugh at the charging gryphon. He wasn't a bird, however, but a gryphon, with equally agile paws. Leon had to leap to the side to evade the gryphon, the swift motion leaving his side exposed. Rashar flapped his wings forward, raising a curtain of dust against Leon, then darted in for a jab that Leon barely dodged.

The earsplitting roar that followed gave both of them pause. Leon used that moment to get back on his feet, dusting off his coat, while Rashar went to grab his stump of a sword, snort, and toss away. "You will owe me a sword." He tried to fly off, but his singed wing forced him to dash back towards the village, leaving Leon alone to deal with a big, imposing black dragon and the gryphon that accompanied him. "Good day. Are you here to chase me away? Because the opposite has happened with your guards." "Mayor, allow me to--" the dragon began with that gruff voice of his, until the gryphon raised a hand to silence him. "Tell me your name." This one had a smooth, calculated tone, and an outfit to match it. He wore a dark, silken vest threaded with swirling golden patterns over a white shirt with a generous neckline and sleeves that clad the golden scutes of his hands. His pants looked equally elegant, dark to match his outfit, and to reflect his almost regal air. "I'm Leon, a Quilava, not a borkin or kobold or whatever that fancy beak of yours will spew." "Quilava. I haven't heard of your kind before," the gryphon said. "Just google the damn--I mean look up my species in the scrolls of a great library. It's there, I assure you." The onyx dragon stretched a wing to shield the gryphon, standing between him and Leon. "Troublemaker," he said in that raspy way of his, "You attacked our two guards. Give me one reason why I shouldn't incinerate you where you stand." Leon sprawled his arms invitingly. "Quilavas are very rare. Killing one might offend the dragon in charge." The gryphon crawled under the dragon's wing, giving him a pat on the shoulder as he stepped forward. "The gryphon in charge, you mean, although I can assure you my town can lead itself. Return to your post, Akarath. I will lead the Quilava to his jail cell." Leon gritted his teeth to suppress the enmity building upon the tip of his tongue. It took all of his effort to keep his calm and say, "Your birds called me a pest. Then they attacked me. Yet I'm the one going to jail?" Akarath paused, but after a nod from the mayor, he unfurled his wings and flew off, the gusts of wind ruffling the gryphon's feathers, yet not his poise. "You could have left. Or you could have behaved. You did neither." Leon thrust a finger at the fancy asshole. "Listen, bird brain. I'm by myself here. I've no friends, no knowledge of where I am, not even clothes. Freedom's all I got left, and you will pay a fiery price if you lay a...paw...talon...on me." The mayor eyed him with a curious expression, no trace of hostility visible within his brown eyes. Compared to the other gryphons, this one had a shrewd look about him. It wasn't just his clothes that added to his aura of command, but his very plumage. His head resembled that of a golden eagle, with a well curved beak that turned yellow from the middle and along the sides. Sleek, dark brown plumage covered his chin and neck, acquiring golden shades across his nape and torso, and gaining touches of blacks and whites over his impressive wings. His body bore a sturdy look, well developed, yet not bulky by any means, with slender arms, broad shoulders, and keen, brown eyes. Whites tipped his still ears, adding to his fancy looks. He also had the legs and tail of a lion that ended with a tuft of fur, a mixture of red and black. The fur there was short, but well groomed, looking soft and pleasant to the touch. Leon found himself drawn by those strong, meaty toes as well, sporting soft, coal black pads underneath, bigger than his palms for sure. "I was hoping you will accompany me willingly." "Said no prisoner ever!" The gryphon chuckled. "You have a curious way of speaking, Leon." Then, he stretched his hand and added, "You gave me your name, so I shall give you mine. I am Raikir--" "Mayor of Montesario," Leon finished for him as he shook his hand. "I picked that up already." "Don't dwell too much on it. Titles don't keep people fed or ward off kobold and borkin incursions." "Do I look like either of those?" Leon asked, irritation slipping into his voice, making it sharper than intended. Raikir didn't seem to mind, however. "No you don't. They don't have such ah...visible equipment, either of them." For the first time, Leon found himself blushing, his fingers twitching with the urge to cover himself. The more Raikir's gaze lingered on his privates, the broader Leon's grin became, until he had to twist his head away and scratch an ear to make it go away. "Are you a commoner among your people?" "I'm...yes, you can say so," Leon said to keep complications to a minimum. "Although if you give your prisoners clothing, I suppose a jail cell is better than the wilderness." Raikir motioned Leon towards the village. "Behave. You will get scorned. You will get ridiculed. But if you are, indeed, just a commoner and not a troublemaker, I will know, and you can spend the night at my office until one of my associates learns more about your kind." Doubtfully, but that gave Leon plenty of time to show these peasants what a well mannered citizen he could be. "Sure. How hard can it be?" The villagers didn't toss mere insults. Some clutched vegetables within their paws, the ones who lacked sword or spear, that is, ready to toss them straight at Leon's face. As soon as they crossed through the gate of Montesario, the crowd awaited them, spewing foul words at Leon, without regard of the mayor who walked next to him. Nobody moved in to silence them either, which perturbed Leon greatly. What sort of barbaric society did they live in?! "They're free to speak their mind. You singed Rashar's feathers, nobody has heard of Quilava until now, and you're alone in a town inhabited by dragons and gryphons, so don't expect friendly treatment," Raikir explained. "Beware not the thoughts that are given voice, but the ones that sour if not released." As they passed the rows of gryphon and dragon guards, the gryphons on the side became increasingly vocal and louder. They called Leon all manner of names, referring to borkins and kobolds mostly, starting with insults related to his kind and ending with accusations linked to copulation with various herd animals. Raikir had but lift one hand, and the entire row fell silent. "Enough. The newcomer has heard your thoughts. Disperse and go about your duty. And drop those vegetables in a damn pot, gorram it. Don't clutch them harder than you hold your mates." The crowd erupted with cheers, switching from aggression to sheer adoration. One of the gryphons even fell on his knees to kiss Raikir's feet, earning him a kick that sent him on his back, a shocked expression on his face. "Where are you from?" "Artabar, arrived yesterday, mayor Raikir, and bless your pads, for you are indeed--" "There's nothing sacred about my feet. You are of Montesario now. You bow to no one, and kiss nobody's feet, unless they specifically request it." Then, Raikir shrugged, and whispered in Leon's ear. "Artabar's a holy city. They take their sacred duty so seriously, the priests never have to wash their paws anymore." Hushed whispers spread through the crowd. Leon noticed the looks of admiration within the eyes of the crowd, their heads held high, subservience groomed out of them. They looked up to Raikir, but like the gryphon said, they could lead themselves any day, keep as a cohesive settlement, without a possible uprising. It stirred his heart, to walk at the side of an important figure, yet he also felt utterly insignificant. He was nothing but a pest to these people, alone, unwanted and scorned. His hands balled into fists, his ears shifting in the direction of the various shouts and calls coming from within the bowels of the city. As the gryphon and dragon citizens scattered, carts began to roll down the street once again, pulled by oxen, while the birds carrying lighter loads simply flew from one location to the other. They zipped overhead, the ubiquitous flutter of wings producing a knot within Leon's stomach. Not only was he the only Quilava of Montesario, but also the only being incapable of flight. Him and the damned oxen. To cast his mind aside from the acidic thoughts, Leon expected the fine architecture of the buildings. They were built of stone, no higher than two stories, with square shaped windows made of glass and covered with intricately patterned curtains. Their thatched roofs gave them an antiquated appearance, making the seamless blocks of stone seem out of a more evolved era. Must be the dragon fire that allowed these people to evolve, Leon thought, the polished walls of the dwellings glistening like marble. Cobbles began to cover the widening paths, shaped in a crude, multi colored mosaic, the stone almost warm to Leon's bare pads. His fur stood on end, and he looked towards Raikir for reassurance. "We're a people that despises what humans call shoes, so we had to put that dragon magic to good use." "What about your magic?" Raikir shook his head, unperturbed by the question. "Gryphons are magicless, but we make up for that in sheer numbers." Leon could certainly attest to that. He hadn't spotted not one dragon hatchling hurtling past a cart, but more than a dozen young gryphons. A pair ran between two houses, the female stretching her folds while the male peered at her sex with a curious expression. So much for common decency... The higher they climbed the low hill upon which Montesario sat, the more spacious the gaps between the dwellings became. Lavish gardens separated the houses, most of the trees in full bloom, same for the bushes and flowers sprouting from the fertile soil. Most of the houses had stone benches positioned under the trees, some of the birds swaying their feet while sitting on the and admiring the blooms. Leon became more self-conscious about his nakedness with every passing second. Although Raikir kept off the main road, every dragon and gryphon glanced at his equipment, some frowning, others chuckling, and a select few even pausing to stare. It took all of Leon's willpower to grab himself and ask them if they wanted some of that. Luckily, Raikir turned right, away from the round plaza sprawling on the left, marked by the round positioning of the houses and the colored banners fluttering high upon metallic poles. Mayor, mayor, mayor, everybody said on their way up the hill, up to a second set of gates. "Mayor," a bronze dragon standing besides it greeted Raikir and glared at Leon. "So this little creature is the one who put Rashar on guard duty for the better part of a month?" "I'd do the same to you, but you're already an exemplar when it comes to protecting--why is this gate even necessary?" The bronze's nostrils flared, but Raikir spoke first with the same calm and collected voice. "Formalities. All of Montesario can live in the caves within Speartip Mountain over there." He pointed at the mountain rising ahead, so tall its peak was lost in the clouds. "But we rely on our trading with the neighboring settlements, and not all of the intelligent species bear wings. Azorath, if you may." The dragon pushed the door open, revealing a lonely path surrounded by wooden walls that led to the peak of the hill. Only, there wasn't a castle occupying it, nor a lavish villa, like Leon expected. Sure, the gardens looked impressive, and Raikir had several fountains made from granite, molded by dragon flames, resembling both gryphons and dragons. The orchard through which they passed was certainly bigger than his humble, one story office, and Leon almost refused to believe this was it until the gardener, a lady gryphon with a brown falcon's head and a cheetah's hindquarters, opened the door for Raikir. "Thank you, Melita. You can go home. Sun's almost spent." "The best time to remain in the garden a while longer," she said, dusting off her apron. "I'll go see to the rows of vegetables as well. Those weeds give them not a moment of peace." "Sure, but I want you gone by night fall. You have an eager mate back home." Melita raised her skirt to present Raikir her drenched gender. "Guess again. You know what they say, Mayor. The wait amplifies the pleasure." Raikir nodded, smiling to himself as he ushered Leon inside. "In heat, and she's more concerned about weeds." "What about you?" Leon asked once his toes met the fluffy carpet covering the floor, a real blessing to his sore pads. "Mayor like you can take any lady, any day." Something upset him about that affirmation, something that Leon couldn't put his finger on. When Raikir spoke next, it was if a weight lifted off his chest, due to reasons even Leon couldn't fathom. "A mate like mine is enough for me. You will find out why once you meet him." "So you're..." "Into males," Raikir said, stretching his wings. Then, he started to pluck at the buttons of his vest, one by one. "Love cares not for gender. In Montesario, everyone's free to love who they please, mate with whoever lifts their tails for them, and help raise the young ones as a community. No families here. We rely too much on each other to resort to such...crude means." Leon turned around when Raikir folded his vest and shirt, placing them on a chair beside a table, then pushing down his pants. It was his office. He could walk around it naked, for all Leon cared. "Clothes. I don't like clothes, no more than I like parading around when in a diplomatic journey. You must be famished. My bath can wait until I put some food in your belly." Leon spun around when he heard the word food, coming face to face with Raikir's plump, leonine sheath and fuzzy spheres, dangling under his flaccid scabbard, a decent size and more than perfect in proportions. The Quilava licked his muzzle instinctively at the sight of it, his gaze switching to the gryphon's intense eyes. "Uhm, sure, whatever's available." "First door to your left. Search through the armoire and grab whatever fits your size." "I'm...maybe after a bath. I literally woke up naked, in the forest, with..." no memory of how I got here, he wanted to continue, but stopped when Raikir's ears stood up. "I have nothing," Leon continued. "Nothing, and no one. I'm all by myself out here." Why? Why did he tell all of this to a stranger who didn't give a damn about him? Leon cursed his weakness under his breath, then pointed at the dining table in the center of the living room. "I'll take a seat." "You should. I'll be back in a moment," the gryphon said before rushing past a door, probably into the kitchen, or larder, or whatever this so called office had. In truth, this dwelling looked more like a house than an office. It had that medieval flare to it, with candles mounted in sconces, tapestries covering the bleak ceiling and paintings of past mayors decorating the walls. Pelts covered the floor, stitched together into one giant rug that sprawled throughout the whole house, and in the middle of the room sat a small, round, mahogany table. Leon didn't take a sit just yet. The glass doors leading into the study looked far too technologically advanced for this era, yet dragon magic made that a possibility. Through them, Leon spotted the immense bookcases that formed the three walls of the room, a desk laden with scrolls, velum, quills and ink, and also a small bed, meant for one person, located to the side, with just enough space between it and a bookcase to allow the retrieval of the tomes. When he wanted to check out the room Raikir pointed out--most likely the bedroom--the gryphon returned with a platter filled with cheese, sliced tomato, jerky, ham and bread, and some cucumber on the side. "It's all I can prepare on such short notice," he said, placing it on the table and motioning at Leon to sit with a wing. "Tuck into it. I'll refill the copper tub with hot water for when you're done with your food." With that, the gryphon disappeared into the bathroom, the whirring of a mechanism vibrating through the walls. Leon shrugged, sat at the table, and ate his meal breathlessly. It couldn't be compared to civilized food, but after a day spent scouring the woods, taste mattered little compared to the urgency to fill his belly. Raikir came out of the bathroom, a linen towel wrapped around his waist, just when Leon grabbed his empty plate. "No no, leave that where it is. I'll take care of it." The mayor had a scruffy look to him when soaked, all of his feathers bristled, yet glistening in the waning light. Leon's eyes inadvertently fell to his paws, those sleek, onyx toes making him gulp emptily. They looked so soft and smooth, perfect for... He turned his back to Raikir, scratching an ear, biting on his lower lip as he tried his hardest to smother his budding erection.

"Uhm...sure. Then I'll go have a...what you just had." He rushed into the bathroom, heart pounding, temples throbbing, his crimson rod halfway out of his taut sheath. It quickly died down when he noticed the wide window that occupied almost the entire wall, the orange light of the fading sun basking the bathroom with its warm light. Leon's jaw hung, and he tiptoed towards the copper tub located next to it, his pads squelching on the wet, stone floor. What a view! An orchard stretched below, some of the petals floating in the wind, the canopies of the trees rustling in the evening breeze. Leon took his gaze off it for a moment to look around. First, he noticed the towel rack, along with a wooden door that led into the in-built latrine. The bathroom also had a medieval version of a sink, more of a washing bowl than anything, with a lever to activate the flow of water. Tempted as he was to try it, Leon shrugged and stepped into the oblong, copper tub, wincing from the heated water caressing his shins and feet. How did the mayor get hot water? Must have been some contraption located underground, for the bathroom looked conspicuously empty, almost elegant to a degree, built of a rock streaked with various, shimmering stripes. Leon dunked into the tub up to his neck, then released a drawn-out, audible sigh, his toes fanning out in delight at dipping into hot water after such a long and excruciating day. His eyes closed, head leaning into the hollow carved to suit a gryphon's neck, allowing Leon to fully relax. For a moment, he forgot about his predicament, and pictured himself back home, in his own tub. The fantasy of it quickly dispersed, the emptiness growing within his stomach banishing that pleasant thought away. Leon cracked an eye open, spotting the various soaps located on a ledge protruding from the lower side of the tub, meant to house the bathing supplies. He grabbed a blue tinted one that smelled of wildflowers, got up, and rubbed those bubbles into his short coat, lowering himself into the tub to rinse. His thighs and shins required a bit of scrubbing to get the soap out, but Leon's hand paused on his flaccid sheath. Jack one off, and wipe off some of his pent-up frustration? The quilava decided against it, getting out of the tub, drying himself with a towel, then pushing the door open, eyes scanning for Raikir. The Mayor stretched upon the small cot in the study, crooning to himself, one wing spilling onto the floor to reveal his naked form. A tint of crimson peeked out of his plump gender, but the gryphon kept his arms laced behind his head, away from that early erection that needed his touch to grow. Leon didn't know why he stared at it for the better part of a minute. His body simply froze, eyes glued to Raikir's privates, to those paws kneading at the sheets. "Go rest," came the gryphon's royal voice. "My mate will come visit, but none of us is going to disturb you. Consider yourself one of my guests." Leon silently crept into the room Raikir mentioned. Smooth, wolf pelts greeted his toes once inside, along with the pleasant scent of fresh flowers oozing from the vase upon a desk. An antique armoire took up a corner, a double bed next to it, a washing basin on the side, and two broad windows with drawn, silken curtains, revealing the whole town of Montesario. As much as his tired limbs begged for the bed, Leon drew up a chair and sat by the window, looking at the setting sun, at the lights bursting into existence in front of the houses, like ghostly fireflies. Raikir's words returned to him, of how the community was one huge family, looking after each other's interests. Leon smiled wryly, tingles of happiness rushing through him at the thought ofthe tight bonds shared by the gryphons and dragons. A medieval society trumped his modern world. In Montesario, word spread quickly, and Leon knew it firsthand when the whole town turned against him because of the handful of gryphon feathers he singed. His good mood soured quickly, however. Their unity brought a cold shudder through Leon, stirring his heart, making his jaws clench as realization hit him. They had each other, while Leon had no one. No one, in this entire, accursed settlement! Why did Raikir even take an outcast like him under his wing? He had nothing to give. All he could do was take. The quilava padded over to the bed, wrapping himself in the woolen blankets, drawing them up to his neck to still the tremors of anger wracking his frame. His feet swayed from side to side, and he fiddled his thumbs while waiting for the void that formed within him to dissipate. It didn't. To make matters worse, it kept Leon awake, the crisp smell of a foreign bed reminding him where he was. Away from home. Far, far away... A banging door started Leon. He lunged forward, eyes wide, his swollen pupils barely piercing the gloom of his chamber. At first, he rolled out of the bed, searching for a light switch, then cursed under his breath when he spotted the candles mounted up the walls. He scouted the desk for something to ignite them, but stopped beside the door when a rough, kind voice greeted his ears. "What's the urgency? Is it related to--" "No, it's not, and there's nothing urgent about your presence here," Raikir's voice came, more playful than usual. "Fine. Then I'll take my leave," the first person said, definitely a dragon judging by his tone. "You should. Left a dust mark on my carpet. The sentence is...a kiss." An electrifying jolt rushed through Leon. His breath picked up, his fingers curled halfway, and the claws of his toes bit into the wolf pelts, dragging along them. The way Raikir demanded that kiss...it was so...so... Leon cracked the door open, peering with one eye at beak and muzzle touching, Raikir's tapered, avian tongue brushing against the dragon's forked one. The dragon pulled back, his hand on the door handle, clutching it. "Sentence served. May I run away now?" "Not before you hear me whine, my dear Dresnath," Raikir said, grabbing a soggy piece of deer leather, smeared with oil, and pointing at the floor. Dresnath was a green dragon with a lithe built, as opposed to the other bulky dragons Leon had spotted earlier, with small, fine scales adorning his emerald hide and striking blue eyes. Yellow horns curved along the back of his head, their base covered by his similarly colored ears, their interior resembling the emerald found along his body. Two green fins sprouted above his lower jaw, turning yellow around the edges. His wing membranes sported a deep shade of purple, the same color present on the underside of his tail and groin. And, just like Leon, Dresnath arrived completely naked at Raikir's office. What a great coincidence! Leon noticed the twitching, arrow shaped tail tip, drawn by the purple and yellow patterns that covered it. Try as he might to find a symmetry to them, he couldn't, and instead, took in Dresnath' full form. He didn't seem like much. How comes a gryphon like Raikir end up with a guy like him? He clearly didn't deserve such a lousy mate! Dresnath sat on the floor, wings tucked to his back, feet stretched forward. "I could have been a marshal in the capital city of focking Irdeberth. The kind that smashes through enemy ranks and inherits a kingdom thanks to his military accomplishments. Now I hug floors." What? Him?! Turning down such lofty military position? Leon couldn't help but grin, and so did the dragon. Raikir retained his serious expression as he sat in front of the dragon, hands stretched to receive his foot. "And married the bird you love instead of a princess. There are perks to hugging floors. Not only does this strip of leather feel great to your paws, but I also saved you from utter embarrassment. You wouldn't even have gotten it up. Admit it." "There are ways," the dragon drawled, hissing in delight as Raikir began wiping his toes one by one, rubbing them with slow but fulfilling strokes. "The mind is a powerful thing, and I have magic." Raikir chuckled, switching to the other paw, mindful of the talons. He caressed them with careful movements to avoid ripping the leather, as if he polished an ancient, precious sword. "Magic that wears thin at some point. Don't forget the court and the gossip." "Fuck, you got me," Dresnath conceded, leaning against his elbow, his forked tongue dashing along his muzzle as his purple sack quivered. His member poked out, the spaded tip expanding with each throb. "As a reward, I shall tell you a truth that I have kept sheltered all this time." Raikir perked his ears, eyes focused on the dragon's growing erection, his hands still tending to those thick, meaty toes. "You, my Mayor, are envious of my skills." The gryphon ceased his ministrations to regard Dresnath with a quizzical look. "Envy my Second? Why, you're perfectly right! I certainly wish to be inferior in every aspect, even in length," he said, touching Dresnath' fully erect member with the tip of a toe, making the dragon snarl and recoil, a hand placed over his pink length to cover it. "Alright. I see how it is. Then I'll go to my contact in the capital city, get my rank--which, by the way, trumps yours--and conquer your city in the name of King Alagar and Queen whatever her name is." They both broke into a fit of laughter at that, Raikir's feathers bristling, and Dresnath' fins twitching, his member bobbing from all that excitement. Behind the door, Leon chuckled silently to himself, a forced smile tugging at his lips, ephemeral, before it faded into nothingness. Icy claws seized his heart, clutching it, squeezing every trace of happiness out of him, leaving nothing but a draining feeling of utter isolation. Dresnath used the moment of respite to tear the oiled piece of leather from Raikir's grip, placing it upon one of the gryphon's paws, his blue eyes bearing into Raikir's while his fingers danced over those coal black pads with practiced dexterity. "You called it a city," Raikir half said, half mumbled, his eyes half closed, one of his hands pulling back his sheath, allowing his tapered member to burst out of its confines and bloom into an erection that took Leon's breath away. Soft barbs covered the first inch of Raikir's tapered length, not the daunting, painful sort, but the exciting, stimulating ones. The rest of his girth remained smooth, thickening towards its base, where the plump balls complimented that beautiful, leonine penis. Leon grew hopelessly erect at the sight of the two playful mates as well, straining to keep his hand from grabbing himself. From the way his heart pounded, Leon knew that something more would happen between them. "Might as well," Dresnath said, switching to Raikir's other paw, fondling the toes of this one, then insisting on that broad, central pad, so squishy his thumbs almost sank into it, drawing a muffled squawk of pleasure from the gryphon. "We're big enough. We're independent. We get along with our neighbors. Why not become a fledgling kingdom?" Raikir looked less than enthusiastic, his ears lowering, just like his gaze. "It's not that simple. You will have to deal with more than administrative issues, and I--I have the Midsummer festival to organize. A focking fair that has sapped me dry for days." "I'll help. Everybody will help. You don't have to do everything on your own, Raikir. This Mayor thing is getting too deep into your feathery head." "Don't mention that kingdom again." "Fine, I won't," Dresnath agreed. "At least until the next summer," Raikir added. "That's about when my secret plans will be put into motion." "Great, same for mine," the gryphon said. "Do I even want to know?" Raikir thrust a paw into Dresnath's face. "It depends. Do you want to?" The green dragon shook his head, grabbed Raikir's paw, and squeezed his outer toes while his forked tongue dragged along that broad, central pad and over the remaining toes, making Raikir's foot jerk in his clutch, the gryphon's feathers fluffing up. "Nope. All I want is for the mayor to relax." Those erotic licks did more than help Raikir relax. The gryphon's toes flexed, spreading before the dragon's tongue, allowing it to dance over his bean-shaped toes and slurp at that central pad, a lustful growl rumbling in Dresnath's throat. Raikir leaned back, a soft chirr wafting from his beak, his other paw caressing Dresnath's cheek, demanding attention. The dragon grabbed each of Raikir's paws in each hand, slamming them together, licking at those wiggling toes, making them curl inward as a spike of pleasure shot through Raikir's frame, making his wings twitch and his cock throb. The dragon's paw swat away Raikir's hand as the gryphon sought to grab himself, the emerald toes encircling his member in a snug grip that drew a sharp caw from Raikir. Leon cowered behind the door, his breath ragged, his frame shivering from spying on the two lovers during their erotic moment. Above all, his thick, red shaft made its way out of his sheath fully, the tapered tip glistening from the bead of pre forming upon it. Leon had to fight the urge to masturbate, the temptation too great to stroke his smooth erection. He would moan for sure, and Raikir would catch him, and then... He pinched an ear to snap out of this lust-induced trance, peeking from behind the door once again. Dresnath now licked the leonine paw hovering in front of him, clutching Raikir's other in both hands, his hips pumping his member forward, straight between those moist toes. Every time he did, the dragon's fins quivered, his lips trembling, wings fluttering. Leon bit on his lower lip, screwing his eyes shut as his member jerked upwards, spurting a string of pre into the darkness that filled his room. He didn't even touch himself, yet watching Dresnath hump Raikir's paw, and the gryphon guide the dragon's foot in an up and down motion along his shaft, made his blood boil within his veins. "Grrrr," Dresnath growled, shoving harder between the tufted crevices of Raikir's paw. His spaded tip slipped through those toes, forcing them to the sides, burying between those soggy pads, only to retreat and slide across them during the next stroke. Raikir had an equally good time, his thighs completely still, Dresnath's paw rubbing him in all the right ways. His toes cupped Raikir's shaft, applying blissful pressure on those too sensitive barbs. The reaction was immediate, the gryphon's impressive wings unfurling, his beak hanging open as his hips bucked with frenzied desire. Dresnath began to pound Raikir's paw harder, his strokes trading accuracy for speed. Caught in the overwhelming ocean of delight heralding an orgasm, the two lovers desperately sought to push themselves past their edge, their expressions a mask of pure enjoyment. Leon's thighs quaked when they both came in each other's paws. Breath caught in his throat, his eyes wide as saucers, taking in the spasms wracking Dresnath's draconic member. His seed gushed out in long, hearty spurts, splashing upon Raikir's toes, drenching them in ivory, gooey essence. Meanwhile, Raikir came with short but powerful bursts, shooting so hard his first lance of seed plastered upon the ceiling, the subsequent ones filling Dresnath's paw. Muffled growls mixed with soft, avian trilling, both of them caressing each other's spent members, milking themselves of their remaining seed. Once done, they began to slurp the semen off each other's paws, staring at each other with a glimmer only lovers possessed. "Let's go to the bedroom for cuddles and kisses," Dresnath said, letting go of Raikir's clean paw. "Can't. It's occupied," Raikir said between licks, still not done with the dragon's toes. Dresnath's head turned with lightning-fast reflexes, those blue eyes bearing into Leon's for a millisecond before the Quilava fled behind the door, his heart hammering. He panted so hard, he thought he would faint, unless his temples exploded first from the way they throbbed. "Oh, right, the little..." Dresnath paused. "Quilava," Raikir picked up for him. "He's a confused fellow. I took him under my wing, maybe try and give him a purpose and a place here in Montesario. Leon squeaked in surprise, too loud for comfort. Did he--did Raikir really? He was positive he heard that, but his heart pounded, and his insides twisted due to nerves. Unable to keep spying on them, Leon hurled himself into the bed, yelping when his erection brushed against the sheets. To keep it from touching anything, he switched onto his back, ears perked to pick up the words of the two mates. They entered the study, judging by the sound of the glass door being shut. "Let's share the cot," Dresnath urged. "It's too small." "Then I'll sleep on the floor and you in the cot." Raikir shrieked at that, the sharp sound sending a jolt through Leon's spine. "How about we both have something to eat before leaving for our mutual den?" "And leave the Quilava here?" Dresnath asked. "We'll come for him in the morning. Leon can last a night on his own." "I wonder if he masturbated while watching us. I spotted his member," Dresnath said, his words making Leon's cheeks simmer. "I wouldn't blame him if he runs for the hills. What the poor male had to witness..." They both joined in merry laughter, while Leon stood still as a corpse in his bed, mind churning with a thousand thoughts. His most prominent one was to march into the study, let both of them know they could take the bed while he took the cot, but that took courage and, after being discovered by Dresnath, Leon felt anything but brave. He felt weak, ashamed and, more than anything, he felt...isolated. In the end, his silence made the two make up their mind. The pitter patter of Dresnath' claws alerted Leon of his approach, forcing the Quilava to draw the blue woolen blanket up to his neck, closing his eyes to pretend that he was asleep. Shit. That wouldn't work. His erection! It poked against the blanket, rising like a perverse tent pole. Leon shifted to the side, gritting his teeth as his tapered tip touched the soft sheets, ears shifting back and forth. "Don't go into his room. You'll wake him up." That was Raikir's voice. The footsteps stopped. "How do you know he's asleep? Maybe he's rubbing one off or listening at doors." Dresnath kept his voice low, a bit louder than a whisper. His tone made Leon's hide prickle, an eerie warmth flooding him. It wasn't his words. Yes, they made Leon blush something fierce, but the way he spoke with a hushed voice, to avoid disturbing him, a stranger that Dresnath had only heard of from his mate... If the dragon's words softened Leon, then Raikir surprised him to such extent Leon held his breath, closing his eyes against the shudder running through him. "Even if he is, he deserves a bit of privacy. He's the mayor's guest. Show the Quilava some respect!" His authoritative tone had a playful tinge to it. Even Leon smiled. "Fine then, your Excellency. Now, if you would follow me to a humble abode to share some lemon cakes, that would be great." "Those lemons are damn expensive," Raikir said. "I'm free to spend my coin however I want, and your lion's ass is worth it." Then, they both left, the door muffling their voices. For a brief moment, Leon considered getting out of bed and watching them through the window, but the longer he dwelled on that thought, the more weird and creepy it seemed. It wasn't a big deal. They were mates. Leon had seen many of such couples before. Yet the way they spoke to each other, so earnest and carefree, enthralled Leon. And their mutual masturbation--oh my, that freaking kinky scene! A grin plastered on Leon's mug just by thinking of their scrunched expressions, of the seed dribbling down their feet, of the way they panted with utter satisfaction. He felt light headed for a moment, drifting among memories, hand inching down his abs, aiming for his member. "No," Leon muttered, clutching the sheets instead. He didn't want to masturbate. He wanted something better--deserved better! He wanted to laugh, to tease and be teased, not jack off in the dark, especially after tonight. Leon waited for his erection to fade away, staring at the pale moonlight streaming through the windows, reflecting off the surface of the ornate vase. A knowledgeable citizen of the twentieth-first century, and he couldn't identify the species of the flowers. He made a mental note to ask Raikir on the morning, then shut his eyes, drifting to sleep in mere moments. A bang started Leon to his senses. "Aw, crap. Woke you up, haven't I?" It was Dresnath, the dragon from last night, Raikir's mate, carrying a chair that knocked against everything in the room before he got it to sit at the small desk. Upon the desk sat a platter filled with spinach, scrambled eggs on the side, and some sort of purple potatoes opposite of the savory, golden delicacy. The smell of it alone made Leon's mouth water, but he remained in the bed for the time being, watching the dragon shift some books and flower vase on the desk to make room for Leon. "Thought you would like to eat in this more elegant room. You don't want to see the kitchen. Trust me on that one." What about the living room? It had enough space, and a real table instead of a tiny desk carved out of cherry wood. As if reading his mind, Dresnath flicked his tail, the fins sprouting behind his cheeks extending to the sides. "You're in the Mayor's office. There will be random gryphons and dragons coming here. Gotta sit them somewhere, give them something to eat and drink if it's a particularly dull topic." "I'm--I'm fine with it," Leon said, rubbing the haze off his heavy, tired eyes. He blinked a few times to adjust to the harsh glare of late morning, squinted, then looked away, his gaze falling on the plain, light brown doublet, white shirt and trousers placed at the foot of his bed. He looked at Dresnath, and the dragon nodded. "Yours. Saved you the trouble of rifling through Raikir's belongings. Think I got your size right, too." "Thank you," Leon said, a bit overwhelmed by the unexpected kindness of a rather important military figure. "Go on," he urged. "Put them on. That outfit makes you an official citizen of Montesario, and after yesterday, I doubt you prefer to go around naked, much as I'd prefer that to happen." He stretched his back, spreading his wings halfway, careful not to knock off something. "Many gryphons and dragons have beautiful plumes, coats, and scales. Why bother covering them? During winter, it is necessary, but the weather is pretty mild right now. Nevertheless, in your case, that doublet means safe passage through the town. Had enough of this pest bullshit..." But...why? What did he do to deserve preferential treatment? Didn't he hurt one of their guards? Hadn't he been called a pest by every living soul? Why would a town change his opinion of him just because he donned some medieval clothing? Oh well...at least today seemed more promising than yesterday, and Leon wasn't about to debate Dresnath's logic. Still, he took a moment to swallow emptily, cupping his face in his palms and taking in a deep breath, mindful of his surroundings, of this eerie town with both hostile and extremely hospitable denizens. "There's a washing basin filled with cold water right over there." "Thanks, but...I'm fine. Just a bit..." he trailed off, then continued when his sore legs gave him the answer, "sore from yesterday's walk." Dresnath leaned against the door, tail flicking from side to side. He wore a dark, satin vest threaded with gold and silver around the edges, emblazoned with the sun rising behind the copse of pines. Leather leggings looked a bit ridiculous on a dragon, but somehow, Dresnath's emerald hide made them fit. "Your food's getting cold. We can talk more about that once you put some food in your belly." Leon swung a leg out of the bed, then froze, his eyes bearing into Dresnath's deep blue ones. "I've already seen you naked," Dresnath said, his lips stretching into a sly smile. "And you have watched me and Raikir...unwind in our own special way." Leon paled. Caught in the act, his mind turned blank, lips trembling. "I...I didn't...I only...I got curious, all right." The dragon's low chuckle merely hardened the icicles growing within his gut. "It is no trouble. You are curious about us, and we're definitely curious about your kind. Quilava aren't a species we, the mountain dwellers, have heard of." "It is...complicated," Leon said, getting out of the bed, hoping that his nakedness would keep Dresnath distracted long enough for him to stop inquiring about Leon's past. Leon walked casually to the side of the bed, chancing the dragon a few glances, noticing the way he took in the quilava's well sculpted body. Leon did alright for himself. His pecks, along with his developed abs, stood out, a testimony to his efforts to keep in shape. The daily jogging sessions burned the fat off his butt and thighs, allowing the hard muscle to create those pleasant lines, while his arms, although strong, had a lean aspect to them, rather than a brutish one. Dresnath certainly agreed, his forked tongue running over his pebbly lips, his eyes falling on Leon's privates. Sparks shot through the Quilava's body, electrifying jolts dashing through his spine. He held his breath, afraid of gasping or yelping, stepping over to his clothes and grabbing the knitted trousers, made of a thin yet durable pale fabric, emulating the color of his thighs. Once he got into them, Leon pulled the shirt over his head, relishing the caress of the loose linen flowing over his fur. Next came the doublet, which was a bit tight around the neck and chest, yet not enough to complain about it. "Hmm, I'd say you look like a noble from the kingdom to the west if I didn't know any better," Dresnath said. "Clothes maketh man," Leon said, then quickly rushed to explain his quaint choice of words when Dresnath narrowed his eyes. "Means these clothes make me seem what I'm not." The dragon shrugged, tilting a wing towards the desk. "Not yet. But you may be. It is entirely up to you." On the way to his meal, Leon couldn't help himself from fingering the empty patches on his back, designed to allow increased mobility to one's wings. The hole in his pants, just above his rear, meant to accommodate a tail, seemed equally out of place, and Dresnath's amused growl roused Leon's embarrassment. "We tailor our clothes according to our needs. Give it a few days, and our tailors will have something suitable for our one and only Quilava." Leon nodded and took a seat at the table, grabbing the pewter folk set on a white linen napkin and poking at the pile of spinach, hungry, yet at the same time, unable to eat due to the nerves filling his stomach. Although Dresnath sounded more than reassuring, Leon's modern mind was way ahead of the dragon's thought process. He had read enough books to know that, for better or worse, the medieval society was a stubborn crowd, clinging to its old traditions, even racist in some cases. They wouldn't really see Leon as one of their own. Sure, they might pretend, and for a while, Leon would start believing them. But they would never choose him over one of their own. "I can fetch you some meat if vegetables aren't to your liking." Dresnath sprawled over the bed, his wings splayed to reveal their purple membrane, his feet swaying back and forth, in unison with his jittery tail tip. The dragon rested his head against the bridge formed by the palms tucked under the back of his head, staring at the ceiling. "Nah, the food's fine." To prove that to Dresnath, Leon stuffed bits of scrambled eggs and spinach into his mouth, moaning involuntarily from whatever seasoning Dresnath used. The savory aroma gave his taste buds a miniature orgasm, forcing him to gulp everything down without even chewing it properly. "It's...it's actually great. I've never tasted anything like it." "I don't really know what your people eat, so I went with one of our usual morning meals. Good to hear you like it." Those purple potatoes had a slightly spongy texture. They must have been baked, for their skin started to flake off, and the herbs sprinkled over them gave them an exquisite taste. After the few initial bites, Leon found it hard to stop himself. He didn't eat anything yesterday, apart from the scant meal Raikir provided, and wolfed down Dresnath's breakfast, eyes scanning the desk for his customary cup of juice. There was none. Not even water, and Dresnath seemed too relaxed for Leon to disturb him. "Give me a minute. I'll get that over to the kitchen." "Oh no. That's the least I can do." As soon as Leon grabbed the plate, Dresnath swung his torso forward, propped against his elbows. "No you won't. You're my guest. Word spreads quickly around these parts." Reluctant to go between Dresnath and the customs of these people, Leon settled the plate back onto the wooden surface, leaning back into his chair, releasing a satisfying sigh. "An excuse to be lazy? I can roll with that! I mean...sure, as you wish," he corrected himself. Bugger! He'd have to downgrade his speech into a more basic form if he wanted to fit in. Speaking of which, for how long he would stay here? And, was he even able to return home? He had to, right? That was how these things worked. "Something on your mind?" Dresnath asked, leaning back into the bed. "I was thinking of Raikir," Leon lied. "His first intention was to incarcerate me." "Well, what do you expect? Unknown being walks into your town, bare to the pads, claiming he's lost. That's quite bizarre." That did sound a bit off, now that Dresnath put it like that. Maybe their peaceful settlement wasn't as quiet as... Dresnath's rumbling laughter filled the room. Leon perked up, the tips of his ears burning with the hint of realization. He'd been had, and the dragon's fluttering wings only added to the comical, if a bit irritating, situation. "I'm sorry, I--to think that a naked wondered bested Rashar and rallied a quarter of our town...that's exciting, to say the least." "To you. Not to me," Leon said, remembering the deep humiliating that whipped at his back with every insult to his address, the invisible sting pushing him onward. "Where I come from, there are numerous words to describe the barbaric practices of the villagers, but not exciting." Dresnath swung onto his feet, rubbing his arms and tilting his head left and right to alleviate the stiffness. "Where do you hail from? More importantly, how did you end up in the woods, with no food nor clothes?" Leon shrugged, then straightened his back, adopting a cocky posture. "I don't need food nor clothes. Magic is all I need." "Fair enough, but don't think you're slinking your way out of this so easily." Leon opened his mouth, but closed it once he noticed Dresnath looking through the window. "Think of a believable excuse while I go greet my mate. He has quite the retinue this time around." The quilava's shoulders slumped as soon as the door banged shut behind him. Damnation! Although friendly and more than sympathetic, Dresnath had quite an intense and chill-inducing gaze. Raikir was the bloody mayor of the town, meaning that the interests of his people came before a guest, like they both preferred to address Leon. Would he retain his privileged status, once they found out he traveled through time and between worlds? Or burn him on a stake, like the superstitious crowd they probably were? A smirk tugged at the right side of his mouth. Fire wouldn't do them much good. On the contrary, when the flames would caress his fur, they'd be awed, to the point where they might elevate him to the status of a deity, to be worshipped and paid tribute. Fantasies, all of them. But that was all Leon had for the time being. Fantasies, and a buttload of uncertainties. Careful not to make himself seen, he took a peek at the crowd clambering up the hill. Once they crested the hilltop, Leon returned to his chair, rapping his knuckles on the desk until Raikir entered the room. "So you had your morning meal. Good. That crosses a worry off the list." Yeah sure, as if Leon was expected to believe the mayor himself preoccupied himself with the needs of a hobo. As much as Leon hated to see himself in this light, the harsh truth dawned upon him like a suppressive shroud, wrapped too tight around his neck, making his breathing difficult. Raikir's relieved squawk dispelled it. The gryphon hurled himself into the bed, eyes closed, arms crossed over his chest, feet hovering in the air, toes wiggling. They looked so clean! His dark pads shone like polished obsidian, the tufts of fur growing between them short and neat. And, to make things even more erotic for Leon, Raikir's leonine pads had that puffy look to them, that squishy smooth appearance that made his blood simmer at the thought of touching them, if only to confirm their softness. "My mate is going to fly you to our den. The office is not the place you want to find yourself in when the petitions will start pouring in." Petitions? Den? Fly there? Leon's stomach turned at the mere notion of it. "Fly there? I can't. I suffer from a severe case of absent wings." "Dresnath will carry you," Raikir said. "I'm not sure I--aren't there better ways? Like elevators?" That last remark fled his mouth before he could stave it off. "We lack the contraptions you mentioned, unfortunately, so flight is the only way." The gryphon's tone brooked no argument. Tension coated his words, emphasized by the hazardous twitching of his tufted tail tip. Leon chose to remain silent, his gaze drawn by those leonine paws. He liked the way Raikir fanned out his toes, only to curl then inwards a moment later, or the claws poking halfway through whenever he switched to a more comfortable position in the bed. He tensed up when gut instinct planted a nefarious seed within his mind and, try as he might to put it at the back of his mind, Leon couldn't. It was too obvious that Raikir had had a stressful morning. As his guest, massaging his feet was the least Leon could do for him. Still, he barely knew the gryphon, and, although altruistic and quite innocent in appearance, his intentions had a selfish touch to them as well, one that Raikir might pick up. After all, he already had a mate, more than eager to stroke those plump pads. "I should...go to the study. Leave you to rest," Leon suggested, his member starting to wake up as he imagined Raikir's toes squeezing his member, just like they squeezed Dresnath's last night. "Nah, stay here. If anything, I should be the one to go. I just needed a moment of silence. This Midsummer fair is a most tedious affair, and this year, I promised the people I'll expand it, make the market row bigger, bring in exotic merchants. Contracts, promises, bartering--I have to go through this every day, and it never seems to end." The quilava crossed his legs, gritting his teeth, taking short, silent breaths in an attempt to suppress his erection. The material of the trousers caressed his length, sending tingles through it, encouraging it to swell to full mast. "If there's anything I can do to help, sign me up. Need to earn my keep somehow." "No," Raikir said, that one word spoken with a low, haggard voice. "You're not a flier. You have a peculiar way of speaking, and the people distrust you. Your presence will only complicate matters further." Leon turned his seat around to face Raikir, anger blossoming within his breast. "There must be something I can do." "Do nothing. Trust me on this one." Mayor or not, Leon wasn't about to let himself be trampled by a featherhead. The last time it happened, a bird ended up with a bad case of singed feathers. "I have magic. I know how to channel it." Raikir swayed his tail to the side dismissively. "So do the dragons. This is not up for debate. I just can't have an honored guest out there, doing menial jobs." Honored guest, he called him, yet to Leon, it sounded eerily similar to pest. "You underestimate my capabilities, sir Mayor." "I am. And I am also aware of what happens when you go out there. Both me and Dresnath have work to do, and looking after you is not something..." he trailed off, fixating one mahogany eye on Leon. "We just don't have time for you, not right now, not in the middle of the preparations for the Midsummer Fair." God, but was he cranky! And curt, and... The door swung open. Dresnath marched into the room, clasped his hands, and released a mellow growl, a toothy smile spread over his muzzle. "Solved the petitions, sent the visitors on their way, and hired a few leopards from the nearby village to help with the fair. Don't thank me all at once. I realize how difficult it must be to accept that you have this day off, especially in his case. Look at that look of defeat." He pointed at Raikir, laying flat on his stomach, back presented to Leon and the dragon, his paws swinging back and forth. "And look at those paws!" Dresnath's eyes shifted towards Leon, that knowledgeable look making his bowels twist. "They're warm and pleasant to the touch, dear guest, and a careful touch might make my beloved bird to cum in his pants." Raikir shot up at that, his feathers frazzled, and more than a bit flustered. "May I remind you that our guest--" "Has spied on us last night?" Dresnath completed for him, adding to the thick haze of embarrassment pooling into the room. "He knows the stuff we delight upon, and his eyes dart towards your paws one too many times. I think he wanted to massage them, before your rank intimidated him." Leon's temples throbbed so hard, he thought his head would burst. "I...shall leave you to your own." "No no, stay," Dresnath waved with a hand, while the other cupped one of Raikir's feet, his thumb circling one of the bean-shaped toes. "We've matters to discuss, don't we my mate?" The gryphon flopped back onto the bed, offering his other paw to Dresnath, which the dragon received gladly. He settled at the foot of the bed, massaging each toe before switching to the central pads. Every time he squeezed them, Leon's breath froze in his throat, and his member lurched in his trousers. "He's fully relaxed now," Dresnath pointed over the mellow chirps of the gryphon. "Whatever he said earlier, he didn't mean it." "A quarter or it, maybe," Raikir mumbled, stretching his toes, taking in a deep breath. A visible shudder rushed through his frame. His feathers fluffed up due to it, and he grabbed Dresnath's hands, claws emerging from their sheaths to prickle at his scales. "Leon needs...time to adjust." "No, he needs to get out there," Dresnath said, pinching a pad, hard enough to make the bird squeak. "Especially if he's willing." "I am," Leon responded, hands kept to his back, his crossed feet swinging up and down as he slouched into the backrest of the chair, trying his best to keep a nonchalant position and his eyes off those deft fingers weaving around those beautiful paws. "I owe Raikir a sword as well. How am I supposed to pay it if I do nothing?" "Well, I think the matter's settled." Dresnath let go of Raikir's paws and turned to face Leon. "I can go with him. Give him a position and instruct him on what to do while you get some much needed sleep." "Like I can sleep while I'm...filled with energy," Raikir said, rolling out of the bed, then turning around, wings spread to conceal his erection while he tidied the bed sheets and blankets. "You mean your sack is filled with seed, begging to be released," Dresnath teased. "But it's a shame the day is so young and we're so busy." "Busy indeed," Raikir mouthed. "I'll join you down at the market square soon as I finish some errands. Mayor stuff. A simpleton like a Second wouldn't understand." "HAR!" Dresnath growled. "Let's never forget that I administrate this town. "Which is the unofficial term for ruling it." "Only because I allow it." Raikir knelt in front of his mate, sharing a hug, his small, avian tongue rolling over the dragon's scaly cheek. Dresnath wanted more. He flat out pulled Raikir into a kiss, his purr a rumble of delight while his feathery mate squirmed and batted his wings before he eased into it. Meanwhile, Leon looked outside, at the clouds drifting overhead, counting the big ones to keep himself distracted.

"Will be with you two in a bit." Raikir closed the door behind him, then opened it again to poke his head through a narrow gap. "Forgot to say this, but your new attire looks good on you Leon. Compliment Dresnath for his choice of clothes, and he may rub your paws too." With that, Raikir left Leon alone with a dragon whose eyebrows and frills perked expectantly. "Well?" "I do love the clothes, but I'll pass on the paw massage." "Afraid you might enjoy it the way my mate did?" That shot too close to the truth. Given how pent-up he was, Leon didn't discount the possibility of jizzing into his pants and go through an utterly embarrassing hands-free experience. "You have a mate. That's the point. I'm just a eep!" Leon words cut off. So preoccupied was he with his thoughts, that he didn't notice Dresnath's proximity to him, sitting on his knees right in front of Leon, reaching out for his paws. The quilava tried to tuck his feet under the chair, but Dresnath's agile hands closed in the distance, grabbing Leon by the ankles. Those slim but strong fingers seized both of his paws, cupping them into scaled, warm palms, their texture making Leon shudder. "Oh my, they sure feel nice" Dresnath said. He switched onto his rump, placing Leon's paws in his lap, looking at the quilava with an astonished expression. "I have a thing for paws. If I stare at them, I have to rub them, and my favorites are the pink ones. But I never expected yours to be so...delicate, and so warm and pleasant to the touch." He backed up his words by starting to fondle Leon's paws, roaming their entire surface with the tips of his fingers, trailing them over the crevices between Leon's toes, applying light pressure upon his squishy, sensitive pads, making Leon gasp from the sudden pressure. The quilava looked to the side, his heart beats picking up, his cheeks starting to simmer, toes beginning to wiggle within Dresnath's grasp, encouraged by the pleasant experience. "Feels good, doesn't it? I should know. I live in a village full of dragons and gryphons, and they all like having somebody tend to their paws, more or less." "Yes, I am...it's pleasant indeed." Leon's voice shuddered a little. He curled his toes around Dresnath's fingers, clenching around them, trying to grab onto them. Not only did Dresnath slip past his grip with great ease, but he suddenly let go of Leon's left paw, holding his right one with both hands, his face inching forward to get a better look at that paw.

"Lovely shapes. I wonder if..."he paused, bringing the tips fingers upon Leon's toes, tracing along their length. The quilava jerked his feet, yelping. That bloody tickled, but this strange dragon chuckled and seized his paws a second time, this time around stroking Leon slow and steady, using naught but his thumbs and palms, his claws trailing through the fur coating the upper parts of his feet. "Oh just relax, Leon. It's just a harmless massage. Even though it can get rather erotic at times," Dresnath's untimely words came. He didn't need to point that out. His touch already made Leon grow, his feet jerking within the scaly confines uselessly, the wiggling motion of his toes only flaring the dragon's desire to put his expert massaging skills to the test. He began with Leon's central pads, a bit less receptive than his toes, yet more than enough to make the Quilava tense up and straighten his back on his chair, his clutch tightening around the armrests. Soft sounds of pleasure began to waft through his tightly sealed lips and, no matter how hard Leon tried to control himself, he simply couldn't. Warmth oozed through Dresnath's scales, seeping into his feet, those soft and reassuring touches awakening sparks of desire within him. Leon braced against the warm tingles snaking through his pads. His lips began twitching, and his breaths became rugged and erratic. Spikes of pleasure shot through his thighs, converging upon his member, each fluid stroke along those plump, pink pads making Leon harden with every passing second. Much to his relief, Dresnath kept his eyes glued to the task at hand, too focused on his paws to say something. His wings shifted in their sockets, excitement all but obvious in the swishing motion of his tail. Once he switched to Leon's toes, the dragon made sure to insist upon every single one, cupping and rubbing them, stroking and squeezing them, until Leon's toes fanned out and his malehood jerked in his trousers, a line of pre shooting from his tapered tip. Leon shook out of Dresnath's grip, light headed, his throat parched all of a sudden. "Need to...use the bathroom," he blurted out, wobbling on the way towards it on almost too sensitive toes. "Have to take a leak." "Sure. Take however long you want." There was obvious glee within Dresnath's voice. He knew exactly what would happen in the bathroom. Probably sat at the door and listened, too! Once inside, Leon's pent-up groan erupted from his throat. His body felt aflame, and for a moment, the quilava looked around, confused as to why there was no WC in sight. Right. Medieval times. The wooden door to a stall to the left looked suggestive enough but, once he made it inside, Leon's jaw dropped. No toilet paper. Not even sheets of...whatever! And the thing looked nothing more than a hole carved into an elevated, wooden rectangle, barely reaching Leon's knees. Foul smells wafted from below, yet Leon sucked in a deep breath and lowered his trousers, groaning from the friction of cloth against his sensitive, erect member. He stood a few steps back to muffle the scent, legs spread as much as his trousers allowed, squeezing his shaft. It bore a rich, crimson color, its thickness more than sufficient for a hearty grip, the tapered tip already moist from the droplets of pre he leaked into his pants. Leon coated his fingers with his pre, more of it leaking into his palm, encouraged by the faint, desperate throbs of a too eager member. "Ghah," Leon gasped. He mostly kept to his tip, but even that was enough to push him dangerously close to the edge. That paw massage worked him up better than he expected. So good, that Leon didn't wait to coat his entire girth in translucent pre. The smoothness of his red, throbbing meat allowed his furred palms to glide over it effortlessly, his wrist pumping up and down with faster and stronger motions. Leon's eyelids trembled from the stinging pressure welling within his groin. His claws scraped at the floor, and his knees wavered. To savor this moment to its fullest, the quilava sucked in a deep breath and forced his mind back to the night before. He focused on the way Dresnath fucked Raikir's paw, on the way his member speared through those onyx beads to bury within the confines of those warm pads. For a horny quilava that hadn't had any in a while, that was too much. His balls churned with eagerness to spill their load, and his cock pulsated within Leon's grip, a strong lance of creamy semen splattering upon the other end of the stall. Leon tried to contain the overwhelming bliss threatening to consume him, to stagger forward and point at the circle carved into the wood, but his discipline faltered after only a step.

"Ghaaah!" Leon cried out, his knees buckling under the weight of his shuddering body. The rest of his load erupted out of his throbbing cock, splashing on the walls, on the seat of the stall, on the floor--everywhere! The awkwardness of the situation only hit Leon after his intense orgasm faded, his eyes clearing to the slimy patches of ivory goo that he had nothing to wipe away with. The knock on the door made his heart turn to the size of a pebble. "Y--es?" Leon's frail, shaky voice came. "Are you finished? Don't worry about the potential mess. There's nothing a wet pieces of canvas can't wipe." How was one supposed to respond to that? Leon certainly didn't. He got out of the stall, looking around for the sink, disoriented. When he found none, he brought his pants up over his flaccid member, and made it towards the door at a shuffle. Time condensed into a drawn-out, agonizing moment, one that threatened to make Leon's chest burst from the crippling waves of embarrassment washing through him. Big deal. They made a mess last night too. It's all the same to these two, he tried rousing his courage to no avail. They were mates. They had the right to get intimate with one another, whereas Leon was a stranger who, on the second day here as a guest, came all over their bathroom after a not so innocent foot massage. Before his emotions petrified him, Leon opened the door. Blessedly, Dresnath sat in the study, looking over some parchments, too focused on them to notice Leon's pale expression. "Give me a moment. Got to put some official seals on these documents, and then I'll go clean up. If you're wondering, Raikir and I started off the same way," he said, melting some purple wax on top of a letter and pressing a signet ring upon it. "Awfully awkward around each other, pawing one off after our cuddling sessions, both of us acting like two terrified hatchlings, so eager to do the things both of us thought of, yet uncertain of how to proceed." Leon folded his arms over his torso, shifting his weight from one limb to the other, looking around the room to pass the time while Dresnath's signet ring kept making that thud, thud, thud sound. "We were quite young back then. Don't believe for a moment that I was meant to be the Second to the Mayor. His parents were merchants, mine dad was a miner, and mother a guard. Much like Raikir wants you to believe that Montesario is all peace and cuddling, the truth is a harsher, lonelier one. Merchants are successful and ambitious people, whereas guards..." he shrugged, stamped a scroll, grabbed a quill, dipped it in ink and pulled up a clean vellum, starting to scribble on it. "Well, there's plenty of guards to go around, and it doesn't take much to breathe fire and carry a sword." Dresnath spoke with such ease, telling his story to a veritable stranger. It made Leon feel awkward, to fret on the spot, wondering why, of all the people Dresnath surely knew better, the dragon had chosen him. "But you've seen Raikir. He's a bundle of love and determination. He...convinced me to keep meeting with him, and later on, he made our relationship work by passing his courage to a scrawny drake who had a mind sharper than his sword, but had too low self-esteem to use it." From lowly guard to somebody who could have become an important military figure. Leon shivered at the mere thought of it, the prickling sensation dispersing through his frame warm, reassuring. It shook him out of his lethargic state, allowing him to think of the beautiful possibilities that even he, a lonely quilava, might seize with the proper guidance. "It's a long story, but I can safely say it began with a blowjob." Dresnath chuckled, dipping his quill in ink, without even making eye contact with Leon. "Raikir had courage. Plenty of it. But, while I was afraid of being rejected by him and be called a pervert, he, on the other hand, believed that if he took up the initiative too soon, things might seem shallow between us. That gryphon truly wanted a genuine relationship, but gods be damned, did I delay all of those wonderful possibilities. Until one night, when we sat at a table in some tavern outside of Montesario." Leon found himself nodding, urging Dresnath to continue, his curiosity at an all time high. Whether the dragon did it on purpose, Leon couldn't know, but the scaly bastard went to sign the damn thing with two different types of ink, melt wax of a reddish hue, and fumble for a different seal to stomp upon the document. Afterwards, he leaned back into his chair, smiling. "I don't remember what the heck we said to one another. Both of us paid more attention to the paw play happening under the table. It began innocent enough, with the touching of toes. Then, it became more serious, until I needed a breath of fresh air to...calm myself. Happens that Raikir needed the same thing. So he comes behind the inn, invading my dark corner, and rolls down my trousers. I froze, mumbled some nonsense, while the gryphon knelt in front of me and took me in his beak. Didn't last more than a few heartbeats. I felt like all of the blood left me, pooled at my feet, while my dear Raikir cackled in that half-drunken way of his, blurting out something about how adorable my premature climax was, and that it means I love him very much." Dresnath propped his chin against a fist, a pool of emotions shimmering behind those azure spheres. "I've always loved Raikir. But up until that moment, I just didn't know how much. Later on, I realized I loved him enough to become a better version of myself, to tap into my full potential and strip myself of all the inhibitions that kept me back. I loved a gryphon. A gryphon loved me. To make this work, we both had to work our asses of, to show that we're smart, capable and, most importantly, that our ties do not get in the way of governing this city. If Raikir wants me in Radorvale tomorrow morning, I'll fly there without even a proper goodbye if that buys me a few precious moments to get there faster. But enough of that. Let's go do some clean-up." "W--wait," Leon said, stretching a hand forward to stop him. "There's uhm...it's messy." Dresnath didn't even flinch. He casually strolled into the kitchen, returned with a clean strap of linen, already dripping with water, and whistled a merry tune on the way to the bathroom, giving Leon a side look that said, "I've been through a lot more than you, pup." Lucky for Leon, the dragon had the decency to keep it quiet while he took care of things and, once he got out, no snarky comments followed. "We should get going. Slim chances that Raikir is done with his duties, but I still want to be there ahead of him, with you in tow." He cocked his head, fins perking. "Still in this, are you?" "Sure. My word is my bond." That put a grin on Dresnath's face. "I knew I have a good reason to like you, Leon. You're a bolder version of my old self, and definitely faster to pick cues up." Leon wasn't sure about that. The tips of his ears already burned from the earlier monologue, and Dresnath's friendly attitude was just...too friendly. Both him and his mate had called Leon an honored guest, but he took that as mere platitudes. They didn't really mean it, right? "What sort of things will I be expected to do?" Leon asked, following Dresnath down the trail that led into the town. "Whatever the townsfolk need help with. Decorations, assembling some stalls, sorting out goods, help with unpacking, that sort of stuff. And I'll be right there beside you." Dresnath sure kept his word. As soon as they clambered down the hill and passed through the gate that guarded the office, people cluttered on the side of the cobbled road, staring at Leon and bowing their heads at Dresnath. "Hey there. Fair winds under your wings. Good hunting. Rich harvest to you," Dresnath said to them, a greeting for every occasion, depending on the craft of each citizen. In most cases, their clothing gave them away. Aprons for cooks and blacksmiths, uniforms for guards, lavish doublets for merchants. There were also several young ones chasing each other through the corridors winding between the houses, their wings too small and underdeveloped for flight. A gryphon girl bumped into Leon's leg, shrieking at him. "Ey! Outta the way, flightless creature!" Her friend, a raven with equally dark hindquarters, placed a hand on her shoulder, eying Dresnath. "Oy, he's with the Second. Leave 'im alone, unless you want the dragons to pluck your feathers one by one." "That's barbaric," Dresnath said, making the two hatchlings screech and bolt off. "I could've taught you a better one!" he yelled after them, grabbing Leon by the shoulder, squeezing him softly. "It's the first day. You will get some bad reception." That was putting it mildly. Too much freedom of opinion got to their feathery and scaly heads. While Dresnath's presence kept their beaks and maws shut, Leon still noticed those looks of enmity, their tense postures, those twitching tail tips. They no longer regarded him as a pest. That wasn't contempt Leon noticed in their eyes, but disapproval. He tried not to dwell on it too much. After all, Dresnath's optimism was intoxicating, and the wing sprawled over Leon's back like a protective cape smelt the ice forming under his hide. All it took was a few intense glances for the citizens of Monstesario to satisfy their curiosity. That done, they resumed their chores, milling about the streets, or flying overhead. Down at the market square, the whole plaza was in total disarray. Walled in by shops and stone buildings, the circular space seemed rather limited when portable booths and stalls and wooden poles flaunting colored banners had been erected all around, effectively cutting access to the various shops. "This is a mess," Leon mumbled to himself. "More like a defensive strategy. With the shops closed and barred by stalls, it's difficult for thieves to make their way in, of which there will be plenty. Besides, most of our townsfolk don't want stinky land dwellers to tarnish their beautiful carpets and glass. Crude of them, I know." More like racist, but who was Leon to judge? Although these people had a cohesive structure to them, they had a long way to go in terms of diplomacy. "Well," Dresnath said, shuffling his hands, "I feel like starting with decorations. Leave the carrying of kegs and whatever for later. Your back will be grateful for it." Leon nodded, and together, they walked to a pair of haughty merchants, both eagles, flaunting golden jewelry encrusted with glimmering stones. They only needed help with putting up their colorful announcements, and constantly chided Leon about the inproper distance spanning between two given poles, or the way he handled the silken ribbons. Next up came an herbalist's stall, a shy and reclusive purple dragoness with black mottles covering her wings. Dresnath did the heavy lifting together with Leon, getting the stalls and stools and sacks into their rightful spot, while the dragoness handled her vases and bundles. A few more pairs followed, friendly and talkative. Leon liked the leatherworkers the most. They recognized his clothes as their craft, and offered to take him some measurements for custom made clothing, but Leon agreed to meet them after the festival was over, which was a relief for both of the gryphons. The swords mith, a burly black dragon, had a mean glare and an even sharper tongue than his swords, his words cutting quite deep. Blessedly, Dresnath sent Leon over to the tailors, an elderly couple who inquired more about Leon's background than Dresnath and Raikir combined. Since no fair could be called such without a terrace and a dais behind for a band to play, Leon and Dresnath had to haul off tables, chairs, and finally, caskets and barrels of alcoholic beverages with the help of two young but well built dragons. The osprey even claimed he was a bard and that he'd play his trusty lute, day and night, while his companion, a crow, mostly grumbled to himself about how tedious this whole fair was. The physical work, along with the short lived chatter, served to keep Leon's mind off things. It was a satisfying break from the gloom growing within him, and a sorely needed one. Days never passed as fast, not even back home. One moment, the sun was up and the market row bustled with activity, and the next, stars twinkled into existence, with only a handful of denizens left. And Raikir had yet to arrive. Dresnath signaled Leon over to a table, where a cook brought them a feast of honey basted ribs, plump sausages, mashed potatoes, and a salad made of fresh vegetables, with a tankard filled with ale on the side to wash it all down. "So, how does it feel to be a citizen of Monstesario?" "Painful," Leon said, his back still aching from those damned caskets. Dresnath raised his mug. "To your health, then. May you recover swiftly so that you join us tomorrow for another set of exciting activities." "Of course I will. I'm a citizen. It's what citizens do, being helpful and stuff." "I wasn't that serious," Dresnath said, sipping a mouthful of ale, then licking the froth off his muzzle. "Prove yourself if you must, but don't do it for us. Do it for yourself." "I am. Gotta pay Raikir his sword, and that grumpy bird will charge me extra for sure." "Not if I accidentally misplace my sword and ask for a replacement," Dresnath said, winking. "The perks of being a second." Leon shook his head. "Nah. It has to be earned." "You are earning it. Through me." "Not what I meant," Leon added, and the dragon reached over the table to clutch Leon's shoulder. "I know. You prefer the long and hard way." "As a matter of fact, I do," Leon said, trying his hardest not to chuckle. Dresnath did, shaking Leon a bit, his grip deceitfully strong. "You cocky bastard. So full of yourself! You clearly haven't seen many gryphons and dragons." Leon took a swig of ale, sloshing it through his mouth, keeping his nonchalant façade in order to gauge Dresnath' reactions. "Oh, I wouldn't want to get on a dragon's wrong side, but gryphons have a big cat's equipment, and big cats are mostly renowned for their agility, majesty, ferocity." Dresnath slapped Leon gently on the neck, grinning from ear to ear. "Better not say that to a gryphon." "I'm eating with a dragon." "Whose mate is a gryphon." "A gryphon may very well be the exception to the rule," Leon added, chuckling along with his companion. It felt good to laugh, to crack jokes, to take the matters he witnessed the day before like they should be taken--without a grain of importance. Raikir and Leon definitely wanted him to be able to spy on them, else they would have done the deed elsewhere. Or maybe that was the ale whispering words in Leon's mind. Not even the full meal dimmed its effects, and Dresnath's words made his stomach lurch from the mere implications of it. "Raikir's probably waiting back at the den. We'll have to fly over there." "No no no," Leon said, stepping away from the grinning dragon. "That's a terrible idea. How are you going to carry me?" "Like we carried those sacks of grain. In my arms. It's effective," he added when he noticed Leon's look of disbelief. "Don't you have uhm...a better means to do that? Like some sort of hovercraft?" "Hoverwhat?" "Never mind," Leon dismissed that thought. "I can't--you should have told me that before stuffing me up like a turkey!" "It's just a short flight," Dresnath said with utmost nonchalance. "You should be thankful my wings are strong enough to carry both of us." A great sigh fled Leon. "Alright, let's get going. But keep it steady, and fly straight to your den. No detours, no fancy aerial maneuvers, and definitely no dropping me. Promise?" "Promise," Dresnath said. "Now get ready, dear Quilava, for you will notice just how nice the wind feels when it whips at your frame up there." Leon shrugged, but kept silent otherwise. His knees melted like slabs of butter, and ominous tingles rushed through his pelt. Leon wasn't afraid; he would have known if he was. More like...apprehensive. Still, he took in a deep breath to steel his resolve and walked up to Dresnath.

"Do I need to stay in a certain position to whoaaaa." Leon's voice climbed an octave higher as the world spun for a short moment before he found himself up in Dresnath's arms, pressed against his broad chest, his face inches from his bony chin. "No you don't. You're lighter than I expected. That is going to make things that much easier." They stared at each other for a moment, Leon's vermilion eyes bearing into Dresnath's blue ones. The dragon's hot breath rolled over Leon's features, ruffling the fur on his cheeks. From his close proximity to Dresnath's cheek, Leon noticed the silken texture of those fins. It was thin yet opaque, almost like liquid velvet. Yellow horns protruded from the top of his skull, bearing the same color as his ears, quite a good match for his emerald hide and purple hued wings. "You'll have to tell me how you earned those scars." "A great battle," Leon said, and they both shared an uneasy chuckle. It helped Leon forget about his predicament for a moment, but the sprawling motion of Dresnath's wings, along with his lowering posture, snapped him back to awareness. Leon squeezed his eyes shut... And yelped like a scared kitten when Dresnath launched himself into the air with several beats of his wings. The momentum smashed against Leon's belly, twisting his bowels, cutting off his breath. To cope with the sudden sickness, Leon buried his head into Dresnath's vest, hugging him like a prized possession. "Your hands. Get your hands away from my wings." "Oh," Leon uttered, seizing Dresnath by his torso, where the pumping motion of his wings didn't get in the way of his hug. "Better?" "No. Squeeze me tighter. I can still breathe." "Sorry," Leon muttered, easing his grip. Dresnath's raucous laughter pierced his ears and chest, the vibrations seeping through his scales and crawling through Leon's fur. "You've got no reason to be afraid. I made promise, have I not?" "I trust you, but I can't say the same about myself. How long until we're there?" "See for yourself." Gods. What a tease. Even with Dresnath's frame to shield one side of Leon from the wind's whipping currents, Leon still felt like he floated through the sky, afraid to open his eyes to the sprawling emptiness. His paws kept kicking at emptiness, his nails dug tighter into those resplendent scales, and his nausea became worse with every breath of stinging air Leon sucked in. Up here, everything felt different, and Leon was positive he would have screamed his guts out if he didn't have Dresnath to hold onto. His familiar presence kept his fear in check, as did his strong grip and smooth ascent. Leon cracked an eye open tentatively, and then the other when Dresnath leaned into a steady glide towards the cliffs rising in front of them. The wind knifed through them, bringing tears to Leon's eyes, forcing him to shut them once again. At least this dreadful episode was about to end in the next few moments... It did so with a heavy lurch that elicited a gasp from Leon and quiet laughter from Dresnath. His claws pattered upon the granite floor, the absence of the updrafts replaced by warm, if a bit stale, air. "Ready to get your feet on the ground?" "Yes." So Leon said, but even though his companion lowered him onto a vertical position with great care, the quilava still stumbled about, swaying back and forth, until Dresnath grabbed him before he toppled forward. "Whoa, easy there. If your paws got confused, I think another massage is in order, to return sense to them." A massage! Leon didn't need a bloody massage! Just a break from his spinning head. A few moments spent in Dresnath's arms made it all better, his warmth soothing the shivers that took hold of Leon's muscles. "I'm fine. I think. Or hope." "Are you sure? I don't mind holding you for a moment longer. You're trembling like a leaf." "Adrenaline." "What?" "It's..." god damn it! How could he describe it in a more accessible way to a medieval soul? "I'm fine. Just a little shaken." "Oh, I can definitely feel that." "How about this?" Leon nudged Dresnath in the ribs, and the reaction was immediate. The dragon squeaked like a hatchling, letting go of Leon, bringing his wings around his frame protectively. "Got you!" "You little...I'm downright baffled," he said, pointing his wing tip at Leon. "We were sharing a quality moment and you ended it prematurely." A salacious smile spread across the dragon's features, making Leon tense up. "Is that how things are with you, Leon? Are you one to put a premature end to pleasure?" This was getting interesting. Leon didn't expect Dresnath to match his wit, nor to respond to that nudge with a joke of his own. "As a saying of my people goes, all good things come to an end, and I believe Raikir is more deserving of a hug than I am." "He's not the one shaking," Dresnath pointed out. "You are." "I'm just excited about what's in store for me after I made it up here without throwing up." "Sure you are. You have every reason to be excited, actually. You're about to enter the Den of Pleasures, as Raikir likes to call it." Leon liked the sound of that, perhaps as much as he enjoyed that prolonged hug. The way Dresnath clutched him to his breast moments before, with his wings wrapped around him...it felt great, yet wrong at the same time. He already had a mate, and Leon had to put a convenient end to it, before things got more awkward between them. He followed the dragon through a polished, narrow, rectangular corridor, the walls shimmering with soft nuances, the eerie light revealing a dead end. Great. Now what? "Come over," Dresnath said. "Put your hand on this wall." Leon did, and Dresnath touched his shoulder. As soon as that happened, the tunnel cleared ahead, opening into a wide, circular chamber, lit by the shimmering, golden light of magic-imbued crystals.

"This is one step above a mere illusion. There is no better door than a slab of solid, enchanted granite barring the way of an intruder. But, attuning people to my magic is easy enough, so now you count among the worthy ones to visit the dragon's lair." And what a lair it was! The first thing Leon noticed was the grand chandelier overhead, with sinuous arms made of solid silver reaching all around the chamber, the swirly pockets at the end holding fiery sphere of liquid gold that burned brighter than light bulbs, and warmed the living room to a pleasant temperature. Rugs spanned the whole chamber, so fluffy Leon's toes curled inward, boasting intricate golden patterns, like exotic mosaics. A round table sat in the middle of the room, right under the chandelier, its platinum surface covered by maps and scattered documents. Several paintings were hung over the smooth walls, depicting landscapes, and even the bare portions had a majestic look to them thanks to the crystalline features that burned with different colors, low enough to keep the golden light the dominant one. "This is the main chamber. Kitchen there, pantry to the side, bathroom here, dormitories there and there. Oh, and you probably don't want to step into the study. It's messy, with the other type of mess," Dresnath emphasized. "So don't get any lewd thoughts. Explore away. I'll be in the kitchen to prepare something for my bird. I'd give him cock to suck, but there's only so much I have in me, hehehe." Dresnath retreated into the kitchen. Since there were no doors to speak of, maneuvering around their cozy little den came easy to Leon. First, he looked around the main chamber, noticing the antiquated racks holding all manner of uniforms and shields, and a great many chests on the side. The study resembled the office in every way, only infinitely cooler thanks to the fractures in the walls and ceiling, the crystalline formations casting dapples of iridescent light upon them. The bathroom had an actual pool in the middle of it, square shaped, like an authentic roman bath, and two elegant toilet seats, side by side, carved into the same rectangular slab of obsidian. One of the dormitories was smaller, with a cot to the side. Leon noticed several training dummies, and the multiple medieval weapons lining the walls gave it the appearance of a sparring room. Interesting. The other dormitory boasted a grand armoire, with swirling, platinum patterns engraved into its surface, absolutely breathtaking. The bed was a four post one, with a lavish canopy and clean, red and white sheets and blankets. Every room was fully clad in carpets, each had their respective chandeliers, apart from the bathroom. That one had balls of ever-burning fire in each corner, tucked into dragon-like claws carved out of obsidian, burning a light blue hue. Leon reached through one out of curiosity, and found it no warmer than the surrounding air. Magic... "I'll be taking a bath," he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. "Sure. Just step into it." "It's empty," Leon said. "Just step into it." Leon rolled his eyes, undressed, and did as Dresnath suggested. Water appeared out of nowhere, reaching up to his chest in mere seconds, warm enough to make him gasp. The quilava took a moment to process it all, wading through the pool, bottles of oils and god knows what else spawning on the sides, materializing from puffs of mist. Once he reached the other end of the pool, the glass bottles stopped popping up. "Now don't be wasteful. That's just a convenient teleportation spell. We still have to refill them every now and then." Leon turned around to face Dresnath, who crouched at the end of the pool, dashing a finger through the water. "Why don't you have the same thing at the office?" "The office is a public place, and it's too much to wish your level of calm upon the foreign emissaries from other kingdoms. They...disrespect magic, so we only use what we can, where we can." "Any other surprises I can expect?" Leon inquired, and Dresnath shrugged his shoulders. "Discover for yourself. I don't want to spoil the surprise." With that, he got up and turned around. "Got some meat sizzling. Once you're done, let me know. I smell like a leper gnome." "Join me," Leon's words rushed out of his mouth without his accord. "I mean...there's enough room for the both of us." "One flight, and we already end up in the same pool?" Dresnath presented Leon with a sly side look. "I'd bite, but I got food on the fire, and Raikir's still not here." The way he said it shook Leon. He remained still for a moment after Dresnath left, wondering if anybody back home worried over him as much as Dresnath anticipated Raikir's return. His voice retained its smoothness, yet there was a chink in the armor, a pause that stirred Leon's heart. He began scrubbing his fur, using a plain soap to wash away the grime, then dunked into the pool to rinse himself. Once out, he dried using a fluffy towel, and wrapped it around his waist on his way to the main chamber, where a steaming bowl of food awaited for Raikir, fork and knife on the side, a napkin folded neatly in front of it. "I'll go soak myself up. If Raikir..." As if on cue, the gryphon burst past the granite wall, nodding at Leon and rushing straight towards Dresnath, a spring in his step. "Those damned pillagers are back. They're hard at work raiding the outer villages and ransacking borkin nests. Should of gone after the damned thieves ourselves if we knew any better." He presented his back to the dragon, who began unlacing Raikir's tunic. "Go on patrol for stolen candle holders, rotten fruits and whatever else they scavenge? Doesn't sound like a good idea to me." "It does to the pillagers. I stayed until now to calm a snarling panther with anger issues and a kettle of a lizard, all clad in metal, sullen and silent, only speaking when he spotted an open wound to pour salt upon. Like any productive meeting, it ended with split decisions." "Well, the only decision here is whether you eat or not. There's warm food waiting for you, and the ale will arrive in just a moment." Dresnath helped Raikir remove his tunic, and pointed Leon to a seat, which the quilava took gladly. Raikir stretched his wings once he remained bare-chested, flexing his arms, straightening his spine, squawking in displeasure. "Land dweller chairs. High backrest, which doesn't allow one to actually rest against it. What's the point?" "The point is that you eat your fill," Dresnath said, folding Raikir's clothes neatly atop a chest. "Sure. You go take a bath then. Leon here looks eager to hear me rambling." "And miss the fun?" Nah. "Suit yourself," Raikir said, tucking into his meal while Dresnath went to grab the drinks. Meanwhile, Leon shifted in his chair, already uncomfortable with this situation. He felt like the third wheel at the cart, and, to make it worse, he only had a towel to cover himself. "Good job at the market row. There's more to those scrawny arms than everybody expected," Raikir said between bites. "It was my pleasure to help out. Dresnath has been more than forthcoming." "Only because he desires you. I've seen the way his gaze slips around. You're in for some weird times, dear guest." "Har!" Dresnath growled, returning with three tankards filled to the brim with frothy ale. "I've already seen Leon. That curiosity has been put to bed." "Good. Makes room for a more depressing talk." Raikir's gaze hardened, and his wings folded neatly across his back, friendliness all but gone. As if to brace himself against it, Dresnath remained up on his feet, hands shoved into his hips, his wings shifting ever so slowly. "They're serious now. Call themselves the Brotherhood with Burnt Banners, led by Gathios the Shatterer. Rumors go that he shatters the skulls of his enemies just by staring at them." "And I give males erections by thinking lewd thoughts," Dresnath said. "That's not how magic works." "Works for them. Only, it's a different type of magic called superstition. They're now important enough to enlist the Rodonian mercenaries, bunch of pirates if I didn't know any better, but I do. Their bottled inferno is a small vial, but enough to burn down a house in mere seconds." "Boasting about my accomplishments would take the whole evening, so I'll cut it short," Dresnath said. "I can do more than burn houses using concoctions made of who knows what. In fact, if you give me leave to pit my dragons against Gathios, I'll bring him back to you alive, so he can say it with his own, sweet voice about how it feels to take it up the arse from every dragon under my command." Leon lifted the tankard to his mouth to cover his smirk, but his companions didn't share his amusement. "You're not going," Raikir said, stuffing more steak into his mouth. "I'm not--what?" Dresnath leaned over the table, but the gryphon forced him back with a wing. "You're not going. You will stay here, wait for the Midsummer fair to pass, and then we are going to revise this matter." "What about the dead villagers who only have forks and sticks to raise against an army of mercenaries? Is the council going to revise their lives as well, revive them, and place them in safer areas?" To keep from exploding, Dresnath gulped down half of the ale, his jaws tight and tensing up. "They're a week of flight away. This matter, as of right now, does not concern Montesario. We will have our own influx of strangers during the Midsummer fair, some which are not looking to trade." "A couple of thugs." Dresnath scoffed, then continued. "A couple of thugs unman you." "You're not going, Dresnath," Raikir said, pushing his chair back to rise and match the glare of his mate. "This conversation is over. Thanks for the meal. Now, you can either join me in the pool, or keep Leon company." For a moment, apprehension seized Leon's bowels. The way they stared each other down, with barely suppressed snarls, was enough to make Leon uneasy. "I'll join you." Dresnath closed in the distance between them, his snout touching the tip of Raikir's beak as he bared his fangs. "So that I can suck that frustration out of you." "Or massage it out of me. That works just as well." They didn't share a kiss, nor a hug. They simply left for the bathroom, leaving Leon alone with his drink, stunned, uncertain of what just happened. Everything seemed so serious for a moment, and then, it devolved into sexual innuendos. "Wait wait wait, no point in getting into the pool before I'm done with you." That was Dresnath's voice. It perked Leon's curiosity, enough to wound around the table and peek past the gap in the wall where a door should be. Dresnath sat on his knees, working on the laces of Raikir's pants, while the gryphon stomped his paw on the ground, his pads squelching against the stone. "You can try. I'm so tired you'll have to lick until your knees ache. Let's just relax in the hot water. I have things to tell you." "Tell them while I have my maw full. At least I won't contradict--you lying bastard." Raikir's half erect cock greeted Dresnath, his tapered, leonine shaft growing bigger by the second. The dragon grabbed Raikir's balls, fondling them while his forked tongue licked along Raikir's penis, insisting on the thick base so that the extra moisture helped his sheath roll back swifter. "I've been thinking of you on the way back. Couldn't help myself." Raikir began stroking the dragon's head, his other hand frolicking with his ear and fin. Dresnath grabbed the gryphon's hand, kissing it. "Go on. Tell me what you had to say. I'm listening." Only, Raikir couldn't speak, for as soon as the dragon's tongue wrapped around his member and dragged him inside the moist confines of his maw, all the gryphon could do was squeak, shriek, moan. The fluid motion of that blowjob mesmerized Leon. His member hardened in an instant, chest tight with a breath he forgot to release. Raikir's face was all scrunched up, his feathers twitching, his claws scraping at the floor as his hips bucked, plunging deeper into Dresnath's throat. A familiar emptiness grew and expanded within Leon. It forced his eyes off the two mates, and he found himself shuffling towards the dormitory with the cot, as if guided by an invisible force. Why? He wanted to watch Raikir finish into Dresnath's mouth so bad, maybe even ask them to join them in the pool. And, if they refused, at least Leon had his answer. But that took courage--bravery that fled Leon the moment Raikir returned. The time spent with Dresnath made Leon forget about his situation, filling him with hope and joy. And then, Raikir returned, the dragon's rightful mate, hurling Leon from the land of dreams into the harsh reality. He wasn't their equal. Just a guest. A mere guest, meant to entertain them between their cuddling sessions. Leon hurled the towel on top of a chest, lied down into the cot, and pulled the soft blanket over his naked form, up to his neck, staring at the crystalline fractures decorating the ceiling. Compared to the blazing spheres, they had a weak glow, but they sure looked nice. Raikir's shrill sent an electrifying jolt through Leon's body. The quilava flinched in his bed, his heart skipping a beat due to the gryphon's sonorous voice. God. He had never heard anything like it, and the speed of his release also brought a smile to Leon's face. He found it hard to sulk afterwards, even when his two companions shared affectionate moments in the pool while he stood here, all by himself. The love they bore for each other was contagious, almost inspirational, and it stoked Leon's hope that he too, one day, might find an awesome mate like Dresnath. That night, Leon dreamt of Dresnath licking his paws. Soft, agile, and wet, that nimble appendage wove between each toe gracefully, teasing them with short licks, then suckling on them, one by one, until Leon's back arched and gasps fled his mouth in quick succession. The best thing about it was that it went on, and on, and on, never seeming to end. No matter how Leon wriggled and jerked his paws, Dresnath's hands slammed them back together so he could lap at his pads, building his lust to an all time high. Leon felt himself slipping over the edge, getting dangerously close from the repeated licks. Moments before he came, the quilava snapped to awareness, cracking one eye open to the surrounding gloom. And to Dresnath, who had his snout buried into Leon's curled toes, his tongue tip sliding over them before he faced Leon with a meek smile. "You're up." Leon's groggy eyes shifted between his erection that poked at the blanket, rising like a perverse tent pole, and Dresnath, suddenly aware that he referred to the former. Or had he been aware of it all this time? A flood of embarrassment washed through Leon. He tried pulling his feet back, but just like in the dream, Dresnath didn't relent, and even resumed his licking, each stroke eliciting soft gasps from Leon, whose toes wiggled helplessly against that ribbon of moist flesh. "Uhh, I am indeed," he blurted out, his mind suddenly blank. How did one respond to the crush who just woke them up with paw licks? "Good," Dresnath said plainly, trudging to the side of the cot, his hands cupping Leon's paws, massaging them while the dragon's cerulean eyes fixated on Leon's erection. "We'll get the day started in just a moment. But first..." Before Leon could do so much as yelp, Dresnath ripped the blanket off him, uncovering the crimson spire that throbbed for attention. No matter how much Leon wanted to cover himself, he couldn't. He simply froze in place, disoriented, trapped in a surreal realm between dream and reality. "I think you deserve a reward for the hard work you've done yesterday." Leon didn't even have time to process the dragon's words, much less reply to him. All he had to offer was a yelp, followed by a shuddering moan, ended by a grunt as Dresnath took Leon's entire length in his maw, held securely by his long tongue. It all happened so fast, that Leon blinked several times, as if to make sure this was truly happening. The tingles of fiery pleasure slithering through his member proved as much, and Dresnath remained still for the time being, nudging Leon's tapered tip with the back of his tongue, staring the quilava in the eyes, mischievousness dancing within those aquamarine spheres. Without warning, Dresnath pulled back, tongue slowly unraveling, leaving Leon's shaft wet with saliva. "I can stop if you wish, or if this disturbs you. It's just that..." Dresnath paused to lick Leon's balls and shaft, up to the tip, before continuing. "You remind me so much of my old self, and I don't want to leave you waiting when we can both delight in the possibilities." Leon's tongue tangled in his mouth. His cheeks filled with molten blood, and a myriad of thoughts swarmed through his head. Unable to trust his words, the quilava merely nodded, leaning his head back as he released his pent-up exhale. This was happening. This was really happening! And it was infinitely more awkward than Leon expected. "Ghaah!" he groaned, his muscles tensing up, hips jerking upwards out of their own accord to plunge deeper into the slick confines of Dresnath's maw, forgetting all about those too sharp teeth while caught in the fetters of pure lust. Not that they mattered. Dresnath knew how to safeguard Leon from them with the help of his mobile tongue, how to tease him with a slow, bobbing motion of his head, meant to keep him on edge. The dragon sure knew how to give a blowjob, as proven by Leon's shuddering frame, pursed lips, and scrunched eyebrows whenever that tongue squeezed his cock, dragging him further inside. Thanks to his lengthy muzzle, Dresnath had an easy way maneuvering Leon around. At first, he mostly used the roof of his mouth and tongue to stimulate the quilava, forcing his tapered tip upwards, allowing him to thrust and sink further down his gullet without the peril of grazing his sensitive shaft. Then, he started suckling Leon's tip, insisting upon the pointy head, making Leon grab the sheets and squeeze them as if his life depended on it. Pleased with his reaction, the dragon folded his tongue around Leon's member, squeezing and softening his grip in unison with the undulating, up and down motion of his muzzle. This way, whenever he took in Leon, the grip of his tongue made Leon feel as if he sank inside a tight passage rather than a loose maw, only to ease back out a moment after and recover. The speed of Dresnath's strokes left no room for recovery, however. He must have realized Leon teetered on the edge, for he relaxed his tongue and spread his jaws further for the upcoming deep throat. Sparks ignited within Leon's groin and balls, his sack quivering, his member swelling and hardening at the same time with the seed that threatened to erupt out of him. "I--I think I'll...nghhhhh," Leon moaned, the pleasure too deep and intense to retain his voice. Dresnath gave him no moment of respite either. He sped up his pace, stimulating Leon past the point of no return before seizing him with his tongue and tugging at his member, pushing his tapered tip into the tight, silken confines of his throat. Leon broke loose down Dresnath's throat with the might of an avalanche. Thick seed lanced against Dresnath's shuddering tunnel, which the dragon gulped down effortlessly, his tail wagging with obvious excitement while Leon moaned his guts out from how good it felt to cum inside such warm, tight, and wet confines. Just before his orgasm faded, Dresnath pushed Leon back, allowing the quilava's final jets to flood his mouth, his cheeks ballooning from Leon's pent-up loneliness. He took a second before swallowing it, making sure to lick Leon's shrinking member of any remaining droplets before cleaning his muzzle. "Tart, a bit salty, yet also fruity in a funny way, and creamy. Grarr, your cum tastes so good I don't feel like eating anymore. Now come," he said, patting Leon's thigh. "Made some food for you, and then we'll be off to the market row to continue what we started off the day before." He paused in front of the entrance to the room to wink at the wide-eyed quilava. "Keep up the good work, and tomorrow morning will be equally exciting." Leon was glad Dresnath left him to his own to process what just happened. He needed the time to sort out his thoughts and emotions, to understand the implications of it, to... No. He didn't have to do any of that. He felt great, devoid of the burdening thoughts that had plagued him for far too long. Screw overthinking. Fuck reasoning. All that mattered was that he received the best blowjob ever, and that he wanted nothing more than to show Dresnath just how committed he was to his tasks. The two ate together, laughing and sipping ale together, far earlier in the day than Leon was accustomed to. He told Dresnath of the habit of his people, where they preferred to drink after dark, to which the dragon snorted in derision. "Your people are a ridiculous bunch. I'm not even sure I want to know more about them," he said, drinking the rest of his ale and burping to show just how much he cared about that. "While you're in Montesario, you shall no longer subject to these silly rules." Leon smiled in approval, yet part of him still craved to return to his world, a world-- Of loneliness, Leon thought, eying Dresnath. The sight of the dragon dispelled the clutches of longing, his infectious optimism corrupting Leon. "I shall cook next time," he said as he took the last finishing bite of bacon. "Show me where is what, and I'll surprise you to no end." "This kitchen's a bit different than the one in the office. Better not step into it, furred being, for you may not emerge whole." Leon wasn't sure if that was a warning or a convenient excuse to keep Leon from doing menial tasks, but he didn't press the matter forward, not when another flight session followed. Just like before, Dresnath had to cradle Leon in his arms as if he was a newborn, then jumped into the air, wings extended for a smooth, steady glide. Leon had no trouble adjusting to it. Compared to the ascent, this was actually pleasant, and he even chanced a look below, at the sprawling wilds surrounding the town, which was no more than brown dots perched atop a hill and spilling down its slopes. The nasty part came when Dresnath had to angle to the left, circling the town in order to drop down some speed without straining his wings too much. The spinning motion made Leon sick to his stomach, and he needed several minutes to heave and dry cough once down. Luckily, his food remained where it belonged, which allowed him to work until dusk without any incidents. The fair started to actually look like one. It was no longer a jumble of stalls, chairs, and benches, but an actual bazaar, with colorful straps of cloth to advertise the wares. Leon had also helped erect a huge tent for a carnival of sorts. Nobody told him much, apart from some festivity at the end of the fair, to take place inside, so that they could charge people for witnessing the show. Later, when Dresnath and Leon sat in the pool, with Raikir yet to arrive, the quilava was too sore for questions. Whatever show that was, he hoped it was worth the dull ache permeating his muscles. "What are you thinking of?" Dresnath asked, dragging Leon down onto his chest so that his fingers could run along his neck.

Raikir, Leon thought, but instead, he said, "Nothing in particular." "My mind's on those bloody pillagers," Dresnath said, his tail curling around Leon's frame, the tip poking at one of his thighs. "I don't need my mate's permission to go after them." "And leave him for a week?" "Pah, it's for him I'd do it. Roasting bandits is a dull and messy affair. Plus, he's stuck at the office, courtesy of the Midsummer fair, and my visits are optional." He leaned over to nuzzle Leon's cheek, setting fire to his cheeks. "I mentioned something about a reward." "Nah," Leon said with a vehement shake of his head. "I sure appreciate it, but I'm all sore and YIP!" He uttered, the dragon's hand surrounding his half erect shaft. "This one meat isn't sore yet." Left with little choice, Leon took the pleasurable and polite way out, getting out of the pool and letting Dresnath suck off his wet member. Seed rushed out of him even faster than it did the first time, Dresnath's eyes widening to the size of saucers as some of it broke past the side of his jaw to dribble along his chin. He wiped it off, panting, a lewd smile tugging at his lips. "And to think you wanted to sleep with all this seed inside you. Unconceivable." Leon noticed the dragon's erection, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Dresnath turned around. "I'm sorry. I get easily excited." "It's fine, I just..." he trailed off, unable--and also unwilling--to continue. "I'll go check up on my mate. Sleep should come easy to you now," Dresnath continued Leon's thoughts. Before he left, Leon rushed to hug him, their penises touching together making it more awkward than he expected. "Thank you for...well, everything." Dresnath chuckled, his tongue gracing the tip of Leon's left ear. "No no, I should thank you for letting a perverted, already mated dragon handle that beautiful member of yours. From the moment I've seen it, I had this yearning to take it into my maw, to feel your seed splash upon my tongue." "You like giving blowjobs?" Leon asked, trailing his claws down Dresnath's back, making the dragon shudder. "As much as I like stimulating males with my paws, or thrusting between soft, padded toes. Nothing greater than a mate, or a lover, feeling safe within a sea of fangs, trusting me completely with their sensitive cock, enough to feel safe and cum." Lover? Leon froze at that word, uncertain of what to say or do. Dresnath did it for him. He let go of the hug, kissed Leon on the cheek, and ruffled the fur of his brow, "Fair dreams, my quilava. I'll be here in the morning." Morning found the den depressingly empty. Leon scoured every room, but found neither Dresnath nor Raikir. Not even a note. Must have been a busy day at the office, he figured, so he put on a fresh set of clothes and visited the kitchen for the first time. It had that medieval look to it, with an oven built from a slab of rock, with no visible eyes through which gas to light the fire could emerge. He shrugged and checked the pantry instead, grabbing a roll of cheese, some dried beef, and combining these for a scarce meal. The waiting was the worst. Although Leon tried busying himself by swinging swords, opening closets and tidying the place, his mind was completely elsewhere. Dresnath occupied his thoughts, along with that cute smile of his, playful tail, and sneaky tongue that had the tendency to snake its way out and lick Leon without the quilava even noticing it. His crush on Dresnath made everything all the more intense. It stoked that helplessness gnawing at his insides, the inability to simply take wing and head over to the office. The whole town had wings, but not him. It made Leon feel both blessed for befriending two lovely beings, and cursed for being the only wingless creature in their midst. They both arrived after sunset. Raikir landed first, gloomy and serious, greeting Leon in passing, while Dresnath hugged him so hard, his spine popped. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I had to remain at the office with Raikir. Can't leave when there's a Surodian ambassador pinning you down with his gaze." "I haven't starved to death, so you have little reason to apologize." "Oh, you adorable, fluffy quilava," Dresnath cooed, licking inside one of Leon's ear. "I'll cook you something right away, then teach you how to operate everything. It's magic based, of course. Go take a seat. I still have some matters to discuss with my mate." Leon sat at the table while the two retreated into the kitchen. They either kept it low or some magic muffled their voices, for Leon heard absolutely nothing. Dresnath eventually emerged with two bowls of steaming stew. Raikir already carried his own, and they all ate in silence, the stew too savory for any of them to share words. Raikir finished first, getting up and turning towards his bedroom. "That's it for me. I'll go lie down a little. Guests are welcome." "He means you, silly," Dresnath said, grabbing Leon's hand and almost dragging him off the chair. "Why sit at a table when your bed is much more comfortable?" What the heck was this all about? One moment, everything was stale and quiet. Then, suddenly, Leon's senses flared up, blood boiling within him as he followed Dresnath into their bedroom, sitting at the edge of the bed at his behest. Raikir lounged at the top of the bed, between two pillows, his tail swaying idly, toes fanning every now and then. When he noticed Leon's gaze lingering on them, he poked at Leon's rump, his features warming up, ears splaying back. "Come here. Sit beside be. I'm not as good with words as my mate here is, which is why I needed his help in the kitchen." Leon snuggled up against a pillow, and couldn't help but shudder when Raikir wrapped an arm over his shoulder, trudging closer to him, those silken feathers meeting caressing his fur. "Your company is much appreciated. In fact, I'm certain your mere presence--" "He wants to say that you're a good friend to have," Dresnath completed for him. The dragon lounged on his side at the food of the bed, his eyes absorbing the shape of both gryphon and quilava paws. "Yes, that's it, but there is more to it. As Mayor and Second, we do have to spend time apart from each other. Sometimes it's a day. Other times a week. Knowing that my mate is in good company lifts a huge rock off my heart, so I am very happy that you and him get along. He needs this. I need this." The gryphon leaned over to lick Leon's brow, the motion of tongue brushing against his fur making his whole frame tingle. Leon's gaze darted between the two, his heart hammering in his chest, his toes kneading at the sheets due to nerves. This had suddenly turned very weird, yet they looked so serene, so relieved. "You also need to have those tasty paws rubbed or licked. Desperately," Dresnath said, trying to diffuse some of the tension. "What about you, Leon?" The gryphon asked, dragging Leon over his chest and running his beak over his cheek. "You stare at my paws with the same hungry look like my mate. Go ahead, touch them if you'd like." Leon's heart lodged into his neck at the opportunity. Both Raikir and Dresnath chuckled, each of them patting him on different shoulders. "We share everything in this relationship." "So...he knows that...?" The gryphon released a cute chirp, the likes of which Leon had never heard before. "We're free spirits, Leon. If we like something, we seize it. There's nothing wrong with appreciating each other's company, or sharing pleasure. It's how bonds forge." Leon felt overwhelmed all of a sudden. This was too much. Everything was happening too fast. What could he...what should he...? And then, he remembered Dresnath's blowjob. Rather than dwell on it, he sailed with the flow. Allowed the chips to fall where they might. He was already stranded in a medieval universe, so why worry when he could simply relish the opportunity to finally fondle those gorgeous, leonine paws? "I think we're a little overdressed for the occasion." Leon couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth, nor Raikir's cheerful squawk and Dresnath's purr of approval. "I think we are, given how excited we all get when we have our paws fondled." In his previous life, Leon would have been petrified at the prospect of sharing a bed with two people he had met only a few days ago. Right now, however, excitement welled within Leon, his thoughts focused on the possibilities rather than dwell on the rampant emotions coursing through him. Both of his companions appreciated him, and were not too shy to reveal details of their intimate life to him. Leon felt compelled to offer them the same measure of trust, to show them that he, too, had the guts for a round of frolicking. As expected, both Dresnath and Raikir lowered and stepped out of their pants with great ease, utterly shameless. Leon paused for a bit, but in the end, he went ahead with it, rejoining the others in bed, where Raikir waited for him with his paws splayed out for his enjoyment, arms tucked behind his head. Leon sat on all fours in front of them, shifting on his knees to free his hands and grab one of those massive paws. Raikir chirred softly, his toes shuddering in Leon's grip, then clenching around his fingers, urging him to explore them in his earnest. They had such soft, bouncy texture. Leon began licking his muzzle, his crimson lance beginning to emerge from its sheath as his fingers drifted over Raikir's broad, central pad, tracing around its exquisite curves, massaging it with the tips of his fingers. The gryphon's toes fanned out, his paw lifting to match Leon's gaze, earthy scent wafting from the fur tufts rising from the crevices meandering between his padded toes. "No no, focus on this one," Raikir said with a pleading voice, pushing Leon's hand away from his other paw. "Your hands are so...rawk...delicate, and the fur almost tickles. Awk, I love this!" Leon grinned, squeezing the dark, bean-shaped formations hard enough for Raikir's impressive claws to come out. The gryphon shook it gently, bending his toes forward, begging for a quality touch. Leon started off with sluggish strokes, holding the paw down with his fingers and rubbing his thumbs over each pad. He had better mobility this way, and enough strength in this thumbs to control the sensitivity of his squeezes. Soft ones made Raikir fret, while harder ones, when timed correctly, caused his wings to unfurl, his paw to shiver, and his member to slip out of its sanctuary. The quilava didn't pay as much attention to the gryphon's sex as he did to that perfectly shaped paw. The narrow ovals drew him forward, as did the faint musk of Raikir's pads, quite similar to that of a big cat. At first, he simply dug his face into the paw, his frame trembling with the satisfaction stemming from brushing his cheek over those silken toes that pulsed with warmth. His tongue followed suit, and it felt so right, to lick this wonderful thing that made him feel light headed, afloat with delight.

"Awrk, lick, lick," Raikir cawed. "They're all yours. Suckle them," he added while wriggling his toes for emphasis. Leon was about to, if not for a moist, fiery touch upon his own pads. He turned his head around to notice Dresnath's snout hovering over his tucked paws, lapping at his shivering toes with gusto, a draconic purr vibrating within his chest. Concentrating on the task at hand became more difficult with the added distraction of a nimble tongue treating his pads to some of the finest licks Leon received so far. Dresnath took his time to attend each toe in particular. That was his obsession, of insisting on individual pads by circling them with his tongue, then suckling on them, the suction motion sending warm jolts of pleasure through Leon. His sheath rolled back a few more inches to reveal his full erection, the nibbling sensation on his pads far too pleasant to Leon. Wishing to deliver equal pleasure upon Raikir, Leon dragged two toes into his mouth, propping them against the base of his tongue, suckling on those onyx beans. He spat them out when Raikir got too excited and poked his claws out, moving towards his remaining toes. This time, he simply rubbed his lips over them, licking and nibbling gently on their edges, shifting over to his broad, central pad a moment after. That one proved to be particularly sensitive, just like Leon's. The gryphon jerked his foot far too often, so Leon had to massage his toes while licking it, keeping it in place throughout his lewd ministrations. Raikir's tail jerked upwards, the tuft slapping against Leon's chin. He drew back, only to gasp when he noticed that the gryphon's eyes were closed, and that his hand stroked that impressive, leonine shaft with slow, tantalizing motions. "Mount it," Raikir encouraged it. "Mate that paw as if it is your lover. It's warm, and moist, and soft, and nice." The temptation was irresistible. With lust already clouding Leon's mind, the quilava found the request more than satisfying, relieving even. He had masturbated to such erotic scene before. Now, he had the opportunity to experience the gryphon's paw firsthand. Raikir emitted a gentle squeak as he lowered his paw, pushing it towards Leon's groin, stopping a few inches short to let his guest make the next move. Leon grabbed it, sucked in a deep breath, and shuffled on his knees to cover the remaining distance, a loud gasp escaping past tightly-sealed jaws at how amazing those pads felt as his tapered tip forced Raikir's toes to the sides. His few thrusts, accompanied by throaty moans, fulfilled Leon's deepest of fantasies. Already wet and overly smooth, the warm pads brushed against his member, slid over it, even curled inwards to squeeze at his tip, both Raikir and Leon throbbing from the waves of pleasure crashing upon them. Leon shifted the gryphon's paw with one hand, the other grabbing the base of his member to aim it straight between those toes. The furred crevices had that exciting tightness to them, and every time he sank within one of those, Raikir's paw trembled, triggering that blissful, grabbing motion of his toes. Just as Leon began to learn how to properly mount a paw, Dresnath's tongue slid over the quilava's shapely rump, insisting upon that ring of puckered and sensitive ring of flesh, moistening it for what was to come. Leon spread his legs further apart, allowing the dragon better access, moaning over the audible tongue lashes. His butt cheeks quivered from the tingles dispersing through them, Leon's instincts begging him to squeeze them shut and trap that wet appendage in place. It took all of his willpower, and more than a few thrusts into Raikir's paw, to distract himself from it enough for Dresnath to get into a mating position. Once his scaly thighs rubbed against Leon's, the quilava clenched his jaws, tensing up at the feeling of the dragon's tapered member teasing his pucker, poking at it a few times to get Leon ready for it. "Ghrarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr," Leon growled as Dresnath pushed his girth inside Leon, his smooth meat stretching the quilava's tight walls, that tapered tip spearing its way forward, in spite of the persistent squeezes of Leon's walls. His ass felt aflame, the huge pressure welled within clawing at Leon's insides. "Relax, dear one," Dresnath whispered in his ear, licking at his neck. "The more relaxed you are, the more you will enjoy it." Leon let go for a brief moment, during which Dresnath sheltered himself fully within Leon. The dragon stretched his wings for balance, his arms wrapping around Leon's chest, holding him like a prized possession, while his tongue switched to the back of his neck, so soothing it helped Leon cope with the pleasure assaulting him from two fronts. Dresnath had it right. As long as he managed his breathing and controlled the gripping motion of his rump, Dresnath's smooth, tapered length almost sailed through him, the abundant precum the dragon deposited inside Leon providing more than enough lubrication to make each thrust all the more enjoyable. In fact, Leon enjoyed himself too much. A dragon's girth had enough length to it to poke at his prostate, each gentle touch forcing Leon's member to pulsate and throb, bringing him dangerously close to his climax. Caught in the thrill of the moment, Leon squeezed his eyes shut and began to pound away at Raikir's paw with short, erratic thrusts while Dresnath took him at a similar pace. It didn't matter where his member landed, or how well he aimed. Sometimes, his member slid to the side. Other times, he glided over that squishy, broad pad, ending up between those furred rifts. Most often than not, Leon missed his mark, yet the touch of pads brushing over his member was enough to draw increasingly louder moans and gasps from him. To augment his pleasure, Leon began pulling Raikir's paw into his cock in unison with his thrusts. That allowed for harder, more precise strokes, exactly what he needed to ascend towards his peak. Just when Leon thought he had it under control, Dresnath's frame trembled violently against Leon, his haunches shuddering, his member swelling within Leon with his impending release. Oh fuck... Leon rammed his member deep between Raikir's pads, squeezing that paw so hard he forced those toes to curl around and grip Leon's shaft. At the same time, Dresnath plunged all the way inside Leon, his mellow roar a poor indication of what lied within this dragon's quivering balls. Dresnath practically exploded inside Leon, filling the quilava to the brim with hot seed. He had so much in him, that Leon practically swayed from side to side, with Dresnath still lodged inside him, as the excess seed burst through the narrow gaps of his overly stretched anus, leaking all over his ass and balls. The dragon's released proved to be so strong and sudden it triggered Leon's own orgasm. The quilava shot his head back, yowling his pleasure, his knees trembling from the onrush of seed traveling through his rock-hard cock. Leon held it in for one more precious second, stars speckling his vision from the effort it took to keep it in. Unable to do a moment longer, Leon unleashed his creamy load deep into Raikir's paw, his seed filling his toe crevices in an instant. That triggered a spasm from Raikir's paw, who attempted to jerk back, were it not for Leon's hand that kept it in place. He wasn't done with it yet, so he grinded his throbbing shaft against those blissful pads, splattering his essence all over them, until it drooled down Raikir's paw in the form of thin, ivory snakes. Breath returned to Leon once Dresnath pulled out, a river of semen flowing in his wake. He blinked back the tears welling at the edge of his vision, staring at Raikir's paw, all messy with Leon's most fulfilling orgasm ever. The gryphon finished himself off as well, his belly coated with jagged, white lines, a pool of fluid blanketing his shaft and fuzzy spheres. Unable to remain up on his knees, Leon slumped to the side, yelping as he found himself dragged into Dresnath's embrace, who brought a wing around them. "What do you think? Perfect ending to an otherwise bad day, eh?" "Bad days are a thing of the past, now that Leon has grown accustomed to us." Raikir said, his voice shaking with the strain of mating. "Our quilava is full of surprises, and I can't wait to discover them." "He means he wants to mate with you as well," Dresnath said, spurring faint laughter from the group. "Goes to show what our dragon thinks of all the time. No wonder he loves giving blowjobs." "As much as you love receiving said blowjobs," the dragon retorted. "As long as Leon tends to my paws, I don't need your inferior tongue and fingers. This guy really knows his paws." "Hey, hey," Leon interrupted their banter. "I have two paws and two hands. More than enough to go around." "He's already smarter than you, Mayor," Dresnath teased. "Awk, and definitely prettier than you, bruised wings." The two continued mocking each other like only mates could while Leon snuggled against Dresnath's chest, savoring the warmth seeping through his scales, perfectly content to live in the moment and enjoy the embrace of a being who showed him what love is. THE END OF PART 1Like the big orange text above, suggests, this story is going to have a second part to it. 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