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CHAPTER 6

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Cody

"Hey there foxy." A sultry voice says the same moment I feel a paw grope on my ass.

I don't jump in fright, having gotten quite used to many of the Zangarian warriors groping me as we travelled over the last few weeks. We had been travelling for nearly a week now, our caravan of wagons having arrived in the dragon village of Yanzomien*. And now that we are safely within the walls of Yanzomien many of the warriors guarding the caravan want to unwind. This one, Frux... or was it Fratz? I can't remember. He and his two buddies seem to want to unwind, and from the lustful looks I'm getting from them they want me to help them unwind. Not that I mind.

"Hey there." I grin up at him. All three of them are much taller than I am, and their bodies were just murr...

Each one of them covered in hard, defined muscle, warriors in their prime, and wearing little more than loincloths leaving their bodies visible for me to admire. I could smell the lust off them, all of them horny; and they were pleasantly musky from the mornings walk in the sun in the leather armour. His two friends look hopeful, both of them eyeing me with lustful gazes. I'd not met them before, this is their first time escorting the caravans; so I'm not sure what they're like in the sack. I know that Frux or Fratz or what ever his name is has a pretty nice cock on him. Just thinking about having these three muscled males pressed against me and a cock shoved under my tail made my sheath tingle with anticipation.

"Me and the boys were hoping you could help us unwind." He said with a deep lustful growl.

Why can't I remember these Zangarians names? Eric and Michael didn't seem to have a problem, and even Jason seemed to get them right most of the time. I hate how their names are mostly based from the old tongue*. I never was much good at that. I smile to hide my frustration and press a paw against his abs, loving the feel of the hard muscles beneath his scales.

"Fancy joining us for a few drinks and then getting a room for the afternoon?"

"Sure." I grin. I wag my tail and flick my ears teasingly.

I know that quite a few of the Zangarians like my ears and fluffy tail. Due to my fluffy coat I'm never short on a bed partner when we're up in the mountains. Many of the drakes like to snuggle into my warm fur during the cold nights.

The promise of company is enough to draw my attention away from wanting to wander round the town and admire the beautiful buildings and gardens. We were going to be here for a few days while we sell our goods and buy what we need to take back to Zangar.

It is truly a beautiful place, probably one of the most beautiful settlements in all of the Tribal lands. But maybe in comparison to Zangar*, the one up in the mountains, any other village would seem beautiful. Most of Zangar is built into the extensive caves in the mountain side. Nothing but rocks and dirt for miles. Zangars a nice place to live in all fairness, it just doesn't offer much in the way of flowers, and I like looking at flowers.

I followed the warriors to one of the nearby inns. The sign above its door read Girdan's Gamble. It's a pretty decent place to stay, nice comfy beds, simple but tasty food and plenty of alcohol to go round. It was named after a local legend, about a ship Captain who died while fending off an attack from wolves. I can't remember the story; Eric told me it a long time ago.

We entered the place, it was pretty quiet, only a paw-ful of furs and dragons were here. Most of them likely staying here during their time here in Yanzomien*. What did surprise me though was the variety of dragons, but after so long in Zangar I just wasn't used to every dragon not being Zangarian. Here in Yanzomien they were a bustling town despite the ongoing conflict with the wolves. Many traders came by ship, others by land from Erythea* whose border was a weeks travel to the East of here.

I followed behind the dragons, unable to see anything beyond them due to my small stature and their wings blocking my view either side of them. Not that I was complaining... their backs looked really muscular because of them! I did so love looking at muscular backs! I felt torn, my eyes shifting their gaze from their muscular backs and their shapely rears. Their thick tails, muscular and covered in black scales swinging side to side as their walked almost hypnotically.

They came to a halt suddenly and I was so distracted staring at them I nearly walking into them.

I heard... Frax? I really needed to try and remember their names a little better! Well he was talking to someone about getting a room as well as some food and drink. I walked round the side of them and saw him talking to Yanzo dragon*. Their distinctive red scales were striking, and this drake he was talking to was well dressed despite working in a tavern. In comparison to the Zangarian warriors I was with he was dressed as a noble might, but lacked any air of snobbery that a noble might have in the way he interacted with the warriors who were dressed in little more than loin cloths; their leather armour and spears left back at the wagons.

They arranged a room, Frax and his buddies paid up front and we were lead up two flights of stairs to a large room with a real bed! The Yanzo drake excused himself and told us that our food and drinks would be up shortly. I approached the bed in wide eyed amazement at its sheer size. It was as large as two king sized beds side by side and was adorned with a variety of cushions and pillows in an assortment of colours and designs. Such luxury!

I was drawn from my amazement as a pair of paws gently landed on my shoulders. I looked up at Frax who smiled down at me. I wondered what I should say. Should I thank him for going to the effort of taking me to such a beautiful room when most other warriors would make do with an alleyway? I didn't have long to think about it, and deciding what to say became a rather moot point once he lowered his muzzle and pressed it to mine in a clumsy upside down kiss.

I closed my eyes and suckled on his tongue. Moments later I felt yet more paws on me, these ones with careful, with determined haste began to work at removing my clothes. It didn't take long for me to be stripped bare. I stepped out of the pants round my ankles and leapt on the bed. I turned to look at the drakes, all of their loin clothes tented by their arousals.

I couldn't help but giggle in delight, excitement building in both my chest and my sheath, as these three males looked down at me with needful lust. Sometimes this was even better than the sex, the feeling of being desired like this! In seconds the three drakes shed their loin cloths an crawled onto the bed, the throbbing pink flesh of their arousals slick with the juices from their genital slit. This was one reason I liked dragons, their cocks were already lubed up the moment they got aroused. No need for a spit job!

I eyed the three erections in front of me. Frax or Frux, or what ever his name was, was definitely the biggest of the three! His was a little longer and just a bit thicker than the other two, but their cocks were pretty decent as well. Frax grabbed my ankles and pulled me towards him. I giggled as I was dragged across the bed. He fell atop me, both his paws either side of my head and leaned down to kiss me once again. He was a romantic. Heh... I liked that in a male. It was surprising how many of them were eager to fuck you but wouldn't even consider kissing you. I like a little closeness.

"Come on Krell." One of the other drakes said. So his name wasn't Frax it was Krell. "Stop hogging him!"

"Relax!" Krell grinned. "We've lots of time. Besides..." He gazed down at me. "I'm sure Cody's pretty hungry about now."

Hungry? Sure... I could eat but I'm not in any... oh! I giggled as Krell straddled my chest and pressed his cock against my snout. The scent was nice and musky and I could feel the moistness he left on my muzzle as his juices smeared into my fur. I opened my maw and began to suckle on the tip of his cock. He let out a deep throaty groan before pushing his hips forward and filled my maw with his musky cock. I felt the other drakes move down and begin to play with me. Their paws everywhere. I groaned around the cock as their paws set to work on my cock and balls, one of them pressing their fingers against my tail-hole and rubbed it teasingly. Oh these guys... they knew how to treat a bottom.

I couldn't do much with Krell straddling me the way he was. I could do nothing but let them have their way with me. Not that I was complaining mind you. A nice juicy cock wedged in my maw and two attractive males licking and sucking and prodding me... I couldn't have been happier. I just relaxed and focused on the cock in my maw.

That is until a knock came on the door a short while later.

Krell grunted and climbed off of me to answer the door. I was a little disappointed when he left, taking his big cock with him, but I didn't have long to mope about it as the remaining two drakes quickly seized the opportunity to have their wicked way with me. They rolled my onto my paws and knees, one positioned in front of me while the other moved behind. I didn't need to be a genius to know that they intended, the prospect of which made me forget about the loss of Krell's dick and raise my tail in silent invitation.

While not as thick as Krell the warrior who was now in my mouth certainly had nothing to be bashful about. And the slightly more moderate sized flesh allowed me to really work my magic on it, twisting my tongue to lick along the ridges all Zangarians had. I knew from experience just how sensitive these ridges were if you caught them just right, and in moments I had the drake in my maw groaning; and on occasion writhing, in pleasure.

The other drake had wasted little time shoving himself under my tail. He was a bit rough, his hips slamming in and out of me as if he was in a mad rush. Thankfully being used to larger males thanks to the likes of Michael and Jason any discomfort I felt quickly melted away as I lost myself in the rhythm of his thrusts.

It wasn't until a fair amount of time had passed that I began to wonder where Krell had gone. I managed to glance to the door he had gone to open. On the table nearby was several plates of food and sitting on one of the chairs at the table was Krell, with a half naked, red scaled dragoness bouncing up and down on his lap.

I felt a pang of jealousy as I realised that the dragoness was enjoying that marvellous cock of his and I wasn't. Not that the two cocks I currently had weren't nice. But I wanted to feel the girth of that cock spread me wide open. I sighed mentally, since the cock in my maw stopped me from sighing out loud, and returned my attention to the two drakes using me. I shouldn't worry, I'm sure all three of them would use me several times for their release, and that would include Krell.

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"That feels good foxy!" Krell mumbled as I massaged his shoulders.

After an afternoon of fucking, all four of us were tired, sweaty, sticky and spent. Each one of them had used me no less than three times, spraying their seed down my throat, under my tail or over my fur. In between fucking we ate and chatted, but inevitably at least one of them recovered enough to fuck me once again.

All in all a good afternoon!

Now we were all cleaning up in a wash room on the upper floor of the inn. There were two baths available to use here, I had just gotten cleaned up and while I waited for my fur to dry I was giving Krell a shoulder massage as he bathed. I envy the dragons lack of fur. They would be dry in a matter of minutes, but even using a towel my fur could take nearly half an hour to get dry enough to wear clothes.

"You know we have the room for the night." Krell grinned over his shoulder at me. "You sure you don't want to stay the night with us?"

I giggled. "Tempting."

It really was a tempting offer. Even mow my tail-hole tingled with a slight numbness that you only got after a good fucking. But I had told Eric that I'd meet him and the others for dinner. But why couldn't I come back afterwards? The bed was really comfy and... no. If I stay the night with them I wouldn't get a wink of sleep and I have a busy day tomorrow helping Eric find the supplies we need.

"Rain check?" I ask, putting on my best foxy grin for him.

"Heh. Sure thing foxy!" Krell grinned closing his eyes.

We finished up and once we were all dressed we parted ways. I left the three drakes, who were heading for the bar, and headed for the inn that Eric liked to stay in. As I walked through the town I couldn't help but breath in the sweet scent of the many flowers that grew in the gardens that this place was famous for. The gardens were a tribute to the guardian deity Gias; the guardian of the Earth.

Yanzomien was famous not only for its gardens but for the twelve temples that the rest of the town was built around. Twelve temples and the gardens. The gardens were the temple of Gias while eleven others were for the other guardian deities. The final temple, the largest of all of them located in the center of the settlement was dedicated to Asurmen himself; the creator and protector of our realm, the father of the guardian deities.

While most settlements often revered a number of the deities over the others, Yanzomien held them all in equal regard. That lifestyle has made Yanzomien a very spiritual place, a very pleasant place to stay. I was never very spiritual but if I had to choose a deity to hold in high regard it would be Gias. I loved plants and flowers. I could think of no better way to spend a day that to sit surrounded by nature... well other than sex maybe. But sex while surrounded by nature... oh yes!

I suddenly realised that I had walked past the inn Eric was staying during my daydream. I turned round and headed towards it. The inn was made of stone, much like the rest of the settlement, a little more worn down than the inn Krell had taken me to, but it was pretty nice. What it lacked in luxury it made up for with comfort and a familial atmosphere. After a few minutes, just as the sun was giving up the last few rays of light before night fell, I was outside the entrance to the 'Myth and Mirth' inn.

From inside I could here the merriment of the patrons inside, mixing with the sound of the cheerful

din of music. The door was open, a blast of hot air billowing out, the scents of alcohol, food and the scent of dozens of furs and drakes alike mingled and made my nose tingle from the vast array of scents and smells.

I stepped inside and looked around. It didn't take me long to locate my friends, Jason's towering white form easy to pick out. Eric, Jason and Michael were sitting with some of the other Zangarians we had travelled with, several tables had been pushed together to accommodate them and the tables themselves were host to a vast array of food.

"CODY!" Jason bellowed, raising his metal tankard in welcome, sloshing its contents onto the table.

I smiled and waved at him, not sure my voice would reach him over the din I the room. I walked round the table to him and he scooted over to make a place for me to sit on the bench.

"So... have a good time?" Jason smirked and winked.

"Yeah!" I grinned.

I knew that he knew what I'd been up to. Not that he minded or I cared that he knew. Jason was like me; he loved sex. The only difference between us was that he had found that one fur that he loved more than sex; Michael. I was kinda jealous that I didn't have someone like that in my life, but at the same time I was happy for them. I don't think I was capable of loving just one fur for the rest of my life, not without being unfaithful to them.

To take my thought off that rather depressing topic I grabbed some food, some sort of drumstick from one feral fowl or another. It's taste was slightly gamy, but the meat was succulent and tender, I felt the meat juices stain the fur around my maw as I bit into it. As I ate I looked to Eric next to me. He was puffing away on his pipe, the scent of the smoke was sightly bitter and made my muzzle curl up in slight disgust. He was looking happy but a little weary. It had been a long week of travel and he had been suffering from the effects for a while now. Once I had eaten I would take him to bed and make him some medicine. A bitter smelling powder, ground from a medicinal root, in some warm water.

As much as it pained me to think about losing Eric the truth was that the falcon was getting on in years. He was the oldest fur I'd ever known. How he'd lived this long while being on the road astounded me. I didn't want to lose him. He was like a father to me... or at least a damn sight better than my actual father had been. The simple thought that he would die one day made a pang of sorrow strike my heart, but I had to remind myself that he could live for years yet and that eventually we all die.

Be it from old age, illness an accident or... fighting in a war against the wolves...

It had taken several moons for me to be able to hear his name without bursting into tears. I had never lost anyone close to me before Malakye. To get over his loss I had engaged in meaningless sex... unless I had a cock in my maw or shoved under my tail I couldn't feel anything but his loss. That behaviour had lead to me getting a reputation...

But the reputation was well deserved and while I regret acting like that it has had some benefits of late. Eventually I was able to properly grieve for my friend, my family and my sometime lover. Even now though I felt like there was a part of me missing... I miss him so much!