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The Pink Lantern

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Ikshar’s Night Out

The shrieks of the sea gulls and the shouts of harbor workers filled the salt laden air, the scent of the ocean mixing with the cacophony of odors wafting from the city and its busy inhabitants, cooking meat and baked goods, rare spices and incenses as well as sweaty, unwashed bodies. The reddish glow of the evening sun dancing on the waters seemed serene and peaceful, quite a contrast to the turbulent journey lying behind the motley crew of adventurers and mercenaries that had set out over the Mare Udus. Ikshar let his gaze travel over the survivors with dispassionate interest. The journey had served to separate the wheat from the chaff, weeding out those either too foolhardy or too incompetent to keep up. That was fine for the young necromancer, it was how it should be, death taking his toll, leaving behind the strong and the clever and filling them with a fresh zest for the life so dearly fought for. Even the wolves would be feeling it, including that old fart of a priest. His buddy Gruk was just patting the young whelp of a prince on the shoulder, making a joke filthy enough to make the little wolf’s body go rigid.

...poor boy had zero control over his body language. You just had to look at his tail starting to wag and the way he was shivering to know that he wasn’t as innocent as he still tried to act. Ah, well, came with that whole stupid church of the One. Like anyone bought that gator shit about having the one true god.

It might be amusing to drag the whelp to some of the whore houses here in town and have fun making him blush and squirm, but for tonight…

Ikshar let out a sigh.

Nah, he just needed something to wind down, some time away by himself, well, himself and maybe some cute little thing that would suck his balls dry and bounce on his dick…

“Hey, death boy, wanna join us at the Pit? Gonna drag this wolfy along and any other guy who feels up for it. Gonna be fun to see if you or me get to come out on top of the lot, right?” The red lizard was showing off his fangs, his eyes gleaming.

“What is that ‘Pit’ place you are talking about?” The loud, growling voice of the wolf-tiger hybrid was making them turn to see Wolfger walking over, his huge sword slung over his shoulder, the grayish fur clinging damply to his muscular frame, matted by sweat and saltwater spray.

Ikshar felt the corner of his mouth twitch a little, he still felt a bit at a loss when it came to dealing with the newly arisen hero – and that was definitely not a situation any self respecting necromancer should find himself when it came to a guy he himself had toiled to bring back from the dead!

“Oh, it is a wrestling ring of sorts...” Gruk grinned, obviously enjoying how the hero’s ears perked up, his muzzle forming into a grin as he thumped one meaty fist against his equally meaty chest.

“Sounds good to me already, tell me more!”

The lizardman made an expansive gesture, his eyes gleaming as he continued.

“...but not just a wrestling ring. For you see, my furry friend, this place, the Pit, it has some special rules. First, you fight all in the nude and it is only men who fight there. Secondly...”, he grinned, noticing he had gathered more listeners already, “...secondly, in the Pit, whoever looses a match looses his ass to the winner. And thirdly, whoever wins their nightly tournament gets his entrance money back and can have free booze and free sex for the rest of the night! And best of all, they give you a free dose of their stamina potion so you’ll have a full load in your balls for every guy you wrestle into submission!”

This earned him a cheer from a good couple of their cohort of hired swords and a bellowing laugh from Wolfger.

“Sounds like a good way to stay in practice, lead the way, lizard! And you, my prince, shall come along and see the might of your champion of the realm!”

Ikshar sighed, shaking his head at Gruk who was giving him a questioning glance.

“Well, it would hardly be a fair fight if I went into the ring with the rest of you...”, he grinned at Wolfger who was raising his brow, seeming just about ready to challenge the bold claim.

“Ah, come on, you know what kind of things I can do, don’t want me to end up making those fun little fights into a proper death match, do you?” It might be a bit of bravado on his side, but that was half of the game and he for sure hadn’t allowed the warrior to see all of his tricks, yet…

“I shall be finding myself some amusements of my own, this place is big and I don’t know if any of you knows even half of what you can do here...” He winked, letting his gaze rest on Randall, the old wolf priest, just as he stepped down the gangplank.

“I’m sure you’ll even find some place where they’ll let you peep on people and drone on about sin and damnation, if you ask around nicely.” The remark earned him the expected litany about how his godless ways would condemn him to the eternal fires – or something like that, it was not like he bothered to listen anymore.

He young lizard was strutting cockily through the busy harbor, as if he owned the place, half daring anyone to give him trouble. But whether it was the attitude or that subtle air of death that surrounded him, no one dared to get in his way.

For tonight, he knew what he wanted.

This town was one of the few places after all where they traded in slaves from the islands of the south, where they had those warmbloods without fur…

Ikshar did fancy himself some scaled lovers or ones with a nice pelt, but those creatures combined both the pleasant warmth of a mammalian body with the smooth skin that was more akin to his own cold blooded kin…

And on top of that, without teeth or claws, they were quite wonderfully easy to subdue.

Yes, a human boy would be just the right plaything for the night.

He knew a brothel in town where he would get one of those – some cute twink, one it would be fun to cause to moan and whimper while he would be plowing him.

The Pink Lantern was hard to miss, its namesakes hanging over the entrance and along the walls were sticking out even among the rather garishly decorated houses in the Street of Desires. Gambling houses, the more expensive class of bars and of course brothels were all lined up along the broad esplanade, the air heavy with the scent of the flowering trees’ blossoms as well as the incense and perfumes wafting from the open doors.

The Pink Lantern was expensive, priding themselves in their selection of boys who’d sport both a nicely developed body while retaining the fresh luster of boyhood, but unlike some of the other houses, the owner was certainly not above opening his doors to sailors, mercenaries and adventurers – provided they paid in advance.

Ikshar had heard the old cougar brag once that it was this rather colorful clientele that lent his house the flair of the exotic, that little hint of adventure.

Well, if he ended up helping the guy get some more gold out of spoiled brats of the local merchant elite, he sure wouldn’t mind, not as long as the man provided him a good fuck for the night…

When he stepped through the open front doors, he was immediately assailed with a mix of aromas, the impossible to mask scent of sex and sweat battling with the expensive incense, creating a powerful but not unpleasant assault to his senses that left the lizardman a little lightheaded and increasingly horny…

His tongue almost instinctively started to flick out as he unashamedly fondled his swelling cock, which was as much on full naked display as ever

Using that type of incense was a rather common trick of the trade, but it was not like he had planned on anything but getting laid tonight anyway…

He saw two gnolls standing at the counter, talking to one of the employees, a goat, who was looking at the squirming bulge in the mid section of one of the almost eight feet tall hulking figure with a rather vexed expression on his face.

“Sir, you do know that we prefer to have advanced notice, should you desire to eat one of our boys, we do have special stock for that, ones which are much easier to replace.”

Gnolls were a separate breed from the normal hyenas, some even said they weren’t actually related, despite their shared similarities to the four legged animals. Ikshar had encountered his share of both and he knew that unlike hyenas – who quite frequently ended up in the belly of a naga or some other large coldblood – gnolls actually had a penchant for devouring smaller creatures whole and alive themselves.

Seemed this one had been about as good at controlling his post coital hunger as most nagas he knew were.

“Ah, come on, I can pay for it, just name your price. Oh, and while you’re at it, send us some of those fuckboys you have for eating, my friends are hungry too!” His companion next to him let out a snickering laugh.

“Yeah, no good if you’re the only one who gets something proper to eat!” He leaned down, pressing his ear against the squirming bulge in his companion’s midsection.

“That one sure sounds like he still wants out. Well, he will have to wait a night or so for that, just don’t know if he will still have to say something then.” The first gnoll joined in the laughter.

“Yeah, may raise a bit of a stink when he gets out, but you know, they always have a grin on their face after your done with them, well, what’s left of them does anyway!”

They both were roaring now, patting each other on the back, the one gnoll letting out a loud burp.

“Sirs...” The goat was trying to interject, having to repeat himself twice before the two towering figures finally focused their attention on him again.

“We can send you in some more, but I must insist that you pay now, both for them and for eating one of the other boys!” He blinked, his elongated pupils quivering a bit as he looked up at the imposing figures.

“Ah, sure, here!” The gnoll with the gut full of prey was reaching into the heavy purse hanging at his belt, throwing whole fists full of gold coins onto the counter, which the goat was quick to count, still busy with it when the half naked brute slammed the last handful down next to the neat piles he had started to line up.

“Is that enough? You can keep the change, just in case one of my lads got a bit peckish too.”

The goat’s eyes were quickly darting over the messy heap of coins, before his twitching muzzle formed into a smile.

“That, that will be quite enough, sir, just sit down for a moment, I will immediately send for them!” He hastily put the gold into a leather bag before hurrying off, leaving both gnolls to stare at his quickly retreating behind, one of them, the one with a still flat and toned abdomen, licking his lips audibly, grinning at his companion.

“You know, boss, I would not say no to plowing some goat ass. And neither to filling my belly with some goat meat afterwards...”

Ikshar could not help grinning a bit at the exchange. It almost gave his heart a little twinge at how much it reminded him of home…

“Can I help you, sir?” A slim white cat with adorable blue eyes was looking at him, dressed in the same skimpy uniform the goat had worn, with a pink blossom stuck behind his left ear.

Kinda cute, the lizard had to admit, but a bit too much of a pretty little doll for his taste maybe. Then again, the counter staff was likely better off just looking cute and pretty and not like you’d want to just slam them against the wall and tear off those silly garments…

“Oh, yeah, I think you can, kitty. I want myself one of your hairless boys from the southern isles, young, smooth and with a nice bit of muscle on his bones. Just give me a good one and have him ready right away.” He leered at the white cat, reaching for his own purse.

It was still quite full from the advance he had gotten from the old priest, even though he had to pay a good chunk of it to his debtors…

The feline carefully took coin after coin, smiling at the lizard man and making a little bow.

“Wait just a moment, I will call for them to ready one of our human boys for you, then I can guide you to one of our rooms. You will stay the night, right?” Ikshar nodded, giving the cat’s ass a playful squeeze, his hand deftly darting across the counter separating them, before trotting over to one of the chairs scattered across the foyer. His position allowed him to watch the gnolls, rising from their seats as the goat returned, talking animatedly, both the hyena men grinning ever more broadly, before finally, they headed to a doorway, passing through a bead curtain, likely back to their room.

Some things really did seem to be the same no matter where you went.

It did not take long for the cat to return, the soft paw touching him at his shoulder. Ikshar saw the feline’s nose twitch a bit, grinning as he realized he had to smell quite a bit after the long journey. The well bred little thing didn’t let it show though, or, who knew, maybe the kitty liked it a bit more dirty…

“Sir, we have your boy ready for you, just follow me and I shall lead you to your room. We have some light refreshments provided for you, just use the bell pull if you need anything else.”

The lizardman rose up, making a point to brush against the cat, amused at his flustered reaction as he got right into his personal space, practically rubbing up against him.

“Yeah, that would be nice...” He could feel the tremble in the feline’s body, sense that little flare up of vital energies with his magic senses. Yeah, this cat wanted someone to soil that clean white fur with a different kind of white and mark him with the scent of a superior male…

Might be fun to toy with after all, but, another time maybe.

The feline still managed to keep his professional friendly, deferential facade, just smiling and nodding, but nevertheless going out of his way to touch Ikshar again as he led him to the bead curtained doorway.

“J, just come this way.” Ikshar followed with a widening grin. It was always fun to have someone new to tease, even though he could not really complain about lack of opportunity there, not with those two wolves…

“I am right behind you, kitty cat...” He breathed against one of the twitching ears causing the feline to jerk and let out a muffled gasp.

“Oh, that, that is good to know sir...” The cat seemed quite intent to keep up his proper and servile demeanor and at other times, that might have been a hard challenge to resist. But just as he was thinking of whether he should see about slamming the feline against the wall and adding a “second course” to this night’s menu of tight ass, they both stopped in their tracks, hearing some particular loud moans and muffled screams coming from one of the doors ahead.

Ikshar pushed against the feline’s back, making him move forward so the necromancer could also have a look at what might be the cause of those intense sounds of sex. Sex and he was pretty sure something else…

The door was still open, seeming to indicate that the occupants did not care whether anyone would watch. Ikshar couldn’t help but look on with curiosity. After all, it was not every day you saw gnolls feast…

He had recognized the voices from earlier, so Ikshar was hardly surprised to see a whole bunch of the tall hyena men, busy either slamming into a moaning boy, both humans and furred warmbloods, or in two cases, having a moaning, writhing body half way down their grotesquely bulging throats.

It did cause a little twinge of jealousy in the necromancer, as he saw one dark skinned boy slide down into his certain doom, his skin slick with sweat and his cock swollen and throbbing, leaking shimmering precum as the broad tongue of the gnoll lapped over his balls, his member and his flat abdomen. They better had a boy at least as fuckable as that one for him, or he would have to maybe take is dissatisfaction out on the kitty here…

Talking of felines, his guide obviously was quite entranced himself, his body stiff with shock maybe as he watched the second gnoll gulp down his meal. It was maybe not surprising that the poor thing was so shocked, after all, the hapless meal was another cat, a black one, whose sweat matted fur made the splattered cum show up all the better, white against the dark fur, as he let out a helpless and ecstatic cry as the gnoll grasped him by the shoulders, pushing him down.

Ikshar had to wonder if they drugged their expendable fuckboys or whether they were just all trained to be good submissive little sex toys. Or, were those even the freshly ordered expendable boys? If they were, the gnolls must have been pretty ravenous to work them down so fast.

“Want to lead me to my room now, or are you eager to join in the fun in there?” Ikshar put one hand on the cat’s back, exerting just a bit of gentle pressure, on towards the open door…

“Nnnh, no, please, nnnh!” Now the cat actually was panicking, his whole body shaking violently.

Oh, yes, this WAS fun…

Ikshar’s other hand traveled down, cupping the cat’s balls and cock, feeling them, quite as expected, already stiffening within his grasp.

“I think you seem to like the idea, or your cock does at least...” The cat let out a pathetic, helpless meow, trembling and bucking in his grasp. The sound was enough to make a couple pairs of yellow eyes fix on them, mouths opening with a wicked grin.

“Oh, bringing us some more? That kitty looks tasty...” Ikshar felt the cat go all limp with panic, just as his cock was doing the exact opposite, crying like a kitten as the necromancer contemplated pushing him in.

Nah, he might still want to have a go at that cute little ass himself some time.

“Heh, sorry, just being a pair of peeping toms here, don’t mind us. And, about this one, he is with me...” He grinned, waving at them, relinquishing his hand from the kitty’s quivering back.

“You guys enjoy yourself.” His toothy grin had a bit of menace, that made the gnolls just mutter and taunt good-naturedly as lizard and cat withdrew, returning to the corridor.

“Now, gonna show me that sweet piece of human ass you have for me? It better be as good as what you threw to that hungry bunch, or I’ll have to think again about what I’m gonna do with you...”

The cat just squeaked, quickly stepping away from the lizard, giving him a half flustered, half frightened look.

“I, I am sure you will be pleased sir, just, just over here...” He walked a lot more quickly now, hastening to another ornate door painted with vines, flowers and ripe peaches, formed in an obvious imitation of an ass on display.

Ikshar allowed himself a little grin as the cat hastened to swing the door open for him. The room in front of him was quite comfortable looking, the bed just high enough to prop up a good piece of ass to fuck, soft curtains and lanterns made of milky glass cast the room in soft shadows. The oil they burned had to be scented, for the room smelled of it, sweet and spicy, the scent already getting to his head and making his cock start to proudly swell up to full erect length.

And of course, like the center piece of a banquet, there was a boy, his body draped right in the middle of the big bed, his ass raised up, spread slightly, the smooth, hairless skin shimmering, whether it was with sweat or with some oil they had applied…

He could make out the rather closely cropped dark hair, messily tousled, the skin rather light with just a bit of color, as if the boy had been playing around naked in the sun with barely any tan lines. Slim and rather small in stature, with perfectly smooth skin, he sure was the epitome of a twink.

Ikshar felt his mouth water when the boy let out a little moan. Only then did he notice that he had something dark and slick stuck between his slightly spread ass cheeks, right in his young asshole…

He walked over, giving the deliciously presented ass a playful slap, making the boy make a surprisingly high pitched squeak. He skin was light enough to leave a reddish pink mark where his hand had hit – this one would be quite sensitive.

He cupped the boy’s chin in his hand, making the human look at him, noticing that his eyes looked slightly dazed. Yeah, they had given the boy something, maybe in the oil they had used for the small plug inserted in his ass. He was breathing heavily, his pupils were noticeably dilated and he could taste the appetizing mix of sweat, arousal and the scented oils.

“Hello there, cutie, we two will be having a lot of fun tonight...” He leered at the boy, his hand sliding down the soft and smooth neck, grabbing him there till the boy began to whimper and start to struggle for breath. Ikshar was curious how much the boy might resist, how well might they have trained him to be a good little whore…?

The boy squirmed as he increased the pressure just a little bit, seeing him struggle for breath until he let out a helpless whimper.

Ikshar let him go, the boy falling back on the bed, gasping for breath. The necromancer just turned away, ignoring the sounds the human made as he looked at the white cat who had been waiting apprehensively at the door to the room.

“Yeah, he will do...” He grinned at the feline, licking over his lips, showing off his sharp reptile teeth.

“You can go now, well, unless you want to add in some extra service on the house...” The cat flinched a bit, seeming flustered and more than just a bit aroused as Ikshar grasped his own thick cock, lewdly starting to stroke and push it forward to point at the feline.

“Want some of that, kitty?” Ikshar laughed as the cat made a step backwards, his tail twitching with barely concealed nervous excitement.

“I, I shall have to report back to the front desk and, and tend to the other customers...” The cat was smiling, but it looked like he had to really put effort into staying calm and collected.

“I am happy that you are satisfied with our services, d, don’t hesitate to call, should you need anything else!” The white feline almost darted from the room, his tail lowered and twitching with agitation.

Ikshar just watched him leave and laughed out loud.

It was hard to deny it, getting under someone’s skin like that just felt good…

He stretched and let out a pleased groan, unfastening his cloak and the leather bands which held his gear, tossing all of it in a corner. It did not take long with what little he wore to get naked, giving him plenty of time to stretch his arms, letting his joints crack and showing off the bush of red and yellow hair sprouting from his pits.

The boy had obediently stayed where he was, but Ikshar was aware that he was eyeing him, expecting a sign or a command to serve. Good little fuck toy, wasn’t he?

But the necromancer wanted to have some fun inspecting the goods before he would make the boy do his job…

He slowly reached down grasping the boy by his shoulder and turning him on his back. He was breathing hard, his body shining with perspiration, nicely accentuating the toned form. Despite his very boyish looks, he was nicely muscular, which went interestingly with his small stature. His body was completely hairless, so his already pretty sizable semi erect cock stood out nicely, glistening a bit with sticky precum. Ikshar took it between his fingers, stroking it slowly, watching as the boy started to moan, breathing heavily, quickly rising to full hardness. His fingers were coated in the residue, making them leave a sticky trail as he ran his finger over the boy’s nuts.

“I heard they will often cut those off for slave boys of your kind… But I guess that was not really necessary, given that you still look like a boy...” Ikshar watched as the human looked up at him, his breath going quickly as the lizardman tightened his grasp around his manhood.

“Ever thought about what it would feel like to feel that sharp, cold blade, right here...” He mercilessly teased the boy’s balls, feeling him tighten under his grip, a little squeak escaping his throat, his body tensing as he felt the necromancer’s nails grazing his vulnerable flesh.

Ikshar chuckled, getting down on the bed next to the boy, feeling his rather pleasant mammalian heat against his scales, sensing his frantic heartbeat.

“Well, get to work boy...” He stretched out, his arms folded behind his head, legs spread, letting out a content sigh as he felt his worn out, sweaty body coming to rest on the soft bed.

The boy had quickly shifted position, apparently well trained to cater to his customer’s need. From a whimpering object, ready to be used to a willing slave servicing his master. Ikshar liked that.

The boy was leaning over him, slender fingers pressing down on his muscles, stroking, kneading, making a pleasant wave of warmth spread through his shoulders and chest. And the boy did not only work on the stiffness in his muscles, the teasing touches to his pert nipples and the metal piercings stuck through the sensitive flesh definitely helped the throbbing stiffness in his loins.

“Hnnnh, yeah, keep that up for a bit, this feels good...” He groaned, closing his eyes, just letting himself be flooded by the soft, pleasant warmth of touch. His hard washboard abs, his muscular thigh, his calves, even his tail…

It had to be at least ten minutes until the lizardman opened his eyes, eyeing the boy hungrily as he grabbed him, drawing him down on top of him, right against his buff chest.

“Yes… And now you will take care of my cock. Work your way down to it, starting here...” He pushed the boy’s mouth against one of his pert nipples and let out a lusty groan as he felt the soft lips and the hot wet tongue dance over them, toying with the metal piercings, sucking on them, switching places, leaving the pert flesh warm and wet with saliva as the necromancer’s achingly hard cock pressed right against the boy, leaking precum and smearing all over his soft, smooth skin…

Ikshar was starting to buck, his whole body feeling suffused with heath. He was ready to burst and the little fuck toy was nicely teasing him to the edge of climax, his body rubbing against him, seeming both innocently casual and seductively taunting at the same time, just as he was licking and massaging his way down his abs…

“Like my muscles? Getting you all eager to serve my body like the good little fuck boy you are?” The young catamite just whimpered and nodded, his tongue diving into Ikshar’s navel, the lizardman’s cock already rubbing against the human’s smooth cheeks. The boy’s hand was cupping his balls, sending a throbbing feeling of need through his whole body, making him moan. He felt a swelling, throbbing ache build up within them, just as the deft fingers moved up, starting to stroke his hard cock from the base up. Ikshar couldn’t hold it at that point, bucking wildly, is climax hitting him, just as the boy had worked his hand up to his tip, pushing against his frenulum, his swollen head, until the necromancer shot all of his massive load over his heaving chest and abdomen. He was still gasping, feeling his whole body jerk with the intense afterglow, the hot semen smeared over the boy’s cheeks. He was looking at him, grinning as he saw some of his cum having smeared over the human’s black hair, forming a rather amusing contrast of color.

“Now look at what a mess you made...” Ikshar felt a lazy, content lethargy, putting one of his hands on the boy’s head, running them through his hair and spreading the sticky cum around.

“Better clean that up...” He pushed the boy’s head right against his still stiff and throbbing penis, letting out pleased moans as he felt the warm tongue starting to lick over his length, the soft lips wrapping around his head, trying to fit as much as he could into them.

If the boy found his cock too dirty from the weeks of travel, he sure did not let it show, just having that dazed, slightly overwhelmed look on his face as he diligently went about his duty.

He drank up the hot lizard cream like a hungry kitten, stopping only for a moment to flick out his tongue to clean some of the mess on his face.

Well, Ikshar felt charitable, so he would help a little…

Cupping the human’s face in his hand and wiping off the sticky strands of cum, he pushed his fingers against the still parted lips, making the boy suck them clean.

“There is more for you to do.” He pulled him closer, pushing his face against his cum splattered abs. The boy already had done a nice job of licking his way down his upper body, now he just had to do it in reverse…

He felt the slender body rubbing against his, the toned if still pretty flat pecs rubbing teasingly against his cock as he lapped up every last drop of cum from his abs. It effectively was like getting a tongue bath and Ikshar made sure to keep the boy on the task, not allowing him to be sloppy.

Finally, he was back where he had started before, licking over the lizardman’s meaty pectorals, teasing his nipples. Ikshar groaned as the boy finally half rose, up, crouched over him, allowing him easy access to fondle his ass, one finger playfully pushing apart the smooth cheeks, pressing against the plug still stuck in his hole.

It caused the boy to moan and look down at him with a questioning gaze.

“You are not finished cleaning me up yet...”

He grinned, moving one arm back behind his head to scritch there lazily, while he used the other to push the boy face first right into the bush of equally red and yellow hair sprouting from his sweaty, unwashed pits…

“Go on, lick them clean, they haven’t had a wash since we boarded the ship...” He felt the tension vibrating through the boy’s body. But then again, he did feel the erection pushing against his own body just as well.

“I know you want it, boy...”Ikshar of course was pretty sure that the reaction was to a large degree due to whatever they must have given him to ensure his sustained arousal, but it was fun to mess with the human nevertheless. And indeed, it barely took any time until the confused whimpers were interrupted by the slick feeling of a tongue at work. And Ikshar was all too glad to reward it with a teasing hand on the boy’s cock, stroking him slowly as he urged him on.

He could feel the intense trembling shiver going through his lover’s body, the small nubs of pert nipple rubbing against him, the helpless jerking motions of his hips. The cock in his hand became slick with precum, just as his armpit hair and skin became slick with warm saliva. After a few minutes, he released the boy, looking at his disheveled hair, the flushed face and the dazed eyes.

“Good, now you can do the other...” Ikshar hardly had to push to guide him to his task and the boy fell into the same rhythm, thrusting his cock in and out of Ikshar’s grip as he first inhaled and then began to lick. Maybe it was a bit of a futile exercise, given how the lizardman was already starting to sweat again, quite a lot actually, but no reason to recall the little fuck boy from a task he was performing with so much enthusiasm.

His own cock was swelling with renewed arousal already and when the boy had finally finished, he pulled him against his chest, holding him maybe a bit too tightly, just enjoying the heat flooding him, as he licked and nibbled on one of his ears, letting his tongue taste the sweaty skin, laden with the aroma of the spicy incense and oils. Actually rather tasty…

If he were a big hungry gnoll, he definitely would have considered just gobbling the boy down right there and then.

Well, he would just have to use the little whore to sate a different appetite…

Without a word, he quickly turned both of them over, pinning the human beneath him, looking down on the boy. He almost looked up at him with an expectant expression, letting out a little moan as Ikshar got on his knees, spreading apart the boy’s legs.

“Gonna put something better in that hole of yours than a mere toy...” He was panting with eager anticipation, grabbing the base of the plug, starting to slowly tug at it, making it circle around till the boy was starting to buck and cry out, pearls of milky precum running down his shaft.

Ikshar was not about to be gentle though. He gave him a cruel smirk, as he just yanked the plug out with one swift motion, the boy squeaking, getting hardly any time to brace himself as the necromancer guided his own cock, already hard and leaking again, to press right against the lubed and spread sphincter.

Well, lucky boy, wasn’t he? Getting his masters to prepare him like that would save him some of the pain the lizardman was about to inflict on him.

He just rammed his cock right in, feeling the tingling, ticklish heat of the velvety soft insides clinging around him, the slick flesh giving in obediently, allowing himself to piston in deeper, burying himself in the body of the trembling and moaning boy.

It was quite the intense feeling, hot and slick, tight like a glove and the boy was whimpering and squealing like a little piglet. He really shouldn’t do that, unless he wanted to give someone ideas…

He had not tried it yet, but human meat was supposed to be a bit like pork, going well with a nice honey glazing, the skin all brown and crispy…

Ikshar could not help licking his lips as he looked down at him, only feeling spurred on to fuck him harder, not caring that the human was starting to tear up by now.

He should hardly have any right to complain, not when he was still hard. Ikshar’s grin got even wider when he noticed how with each hard thrust, the little fuck toy’s cock jolted up, joined by a helpless little cry. His skin was shimmering with sweat, the mix of pain, hazy lust and helpless submission only turning Ikshar on all the more.

“Heh, you look like you want it bad… Come on, beg...” He had not heard the boy actually speak a word and he wanted to coax it out of him, an admission, a plea, a cry for, well, what would it be, what kind of release would the boy beg him for…?

“Haaaah, please, I, want, want to, c, come!” Ikshar looked at him, his face contorting to a predatory snarl, pressing down on him, burying him beneath his sweating body, licking his neck as he just thrust in hard, fast, back, forth, ramming him into the mattress until he heard him cry out with a helpless whimper and he suddenly felt heat splash over his abs, slick and filling the air with the rather appetizing scent of the boy.

Ikshar did not need much more after that, finally flooding the boy with a hissing growl.

He was lying on top of him, panting, flushed with the heat of the afterglow, feeling wonderfully spent and content to just lazily pin his fuck toy down, breathing in his scent, mixing with his own and the fragrance of the intoxicating incense.

Finally, he rolled to the side, allowing the boy to lie next to him, both of them just breathing heavily, riding out the aftermath of their climax, spent and sticky and very pleasantly exhausted.

After a good couple of minutes, he looked at the human, cupping his chin to make him return the gaze.

“What’s your name, boy?” Ikshar had quite enjoyed himself so far and by now, he was actually toying with the idea to have the boy again on their way back. Or, who knew, he could buy himself the little fuck toy and have his fun with him. Well, he had owned himself some toys before, though admittedly, the necromancer had a bit of a habit of ending up breaking his playthings relatively quickly…

“T, Tomek...” The boy got out, still sounding rather out of breath, eyeing him with a nervous uncertainty.

“Hnnnh, Tomek, well, I think I should be able to remember that...” Ikshar’s clawed fingers teased the boy’s flushed cheek, before he continued.

“Get me something to eat from that plate, have yourself something as well, I don’t want you to pass out before I am done with you...” The boy hurried to get up, making a little bow as he shakily walked over to a low table, wincing occasionally, his but apparently still hurting quite a bit from the rough and merciless pounding he had received.

Ikshar lazily stretched out, running one hand over his chest, smearing the mix of cum and sweat over his abs and pecs.

The boy was already back with the plate and a wine skin. The latter actually was rather practical, if maybe not as showy as a nice goblet, allowing the necromancer just to lazily open his mouth, taking a gulp as the boy slowly let a stream of the sweet alcohol run into his open maw. It was a pretty young vintage,fruity with a slight tartness on the aftertaste. Not too bad, though he knew a few of his necromancer pals who would swear by a dry red. Grapes, bits of cheese and spiced meats followed and Ikshar actually rather enjoyed the lazy decadent feel of being fed the meal piece by piece by the little catamite.

Finally, he looked up at him, licking his lips, before closing his toothy maw with emphasis.

“That is enough, don’t want to be too full, I still have plans for you tonight...”

Tomek nodded, taking a little bit of food himself, as the lizardman had instructed, before putting plate and wine skin back, standing at the side of the bed, looking rather fine like that, all slender, with the muscles standing out well from all the exertion of the sex.

“Come here, I want you to get me fully hard again, then you shall ride my cock.”

The boy nodded, crawling on the bed, still smelling strongly of sex, coming from the hot load of cum he had splattered all over himself and Ikshar.

“Is, is there something special you would like me to do?” The boy asked, almost a bit timidly.

Ikshar grinned, he had something special in mind, but that would be a surprise for later.

He absently fingered the single piece of clothing he still had on, if you could call it that. Nothing but a little band around his forearms, usually hidden beneath his arm guards. A little band made out of a tightly wound and very durable thread that could very quickly be unwound from its place around his arm, with two innocent looking ornaments dangling from it…

“No, just show me what kind of things you want to do with my body, I am curious...” He leered at Tomek, licking over his lips, seeing the boy tremble as he crawled closer until he was on top of him, his hand reaching out tentatively, touching Ikshar’s hair. The boy let out a surprised sound, fingering the thick, almost feathery strands.

“Oh, I guess that got you curious, right?” He smiled, knowing that quite a few warmbloods were oddly fascinated by reptile hair. Well, silly fuzzies, it was just like their nipples and some other parts of their anatomy which very clearly separated them from normal reptiles, causing some scholars to speculate about the possible shared ancestry between all the beast men, reptilians and warmbloods alike.

Ikshar didn’t care, but he did hope the boy had more in mind than just stroking his hair, even if it felt pleasant enough.

Luckily for Tomek, what he did next actually made the lizardman groan a little. Starting by rubbing their nipples together, the boy pressed his body against Ikshar, grinding against him, his cock against that of the lizard, spreading about the sticky mess they had made while he felt up the necromancer’s muscular shoulders, licking over his neck and collarbone.

He slid his heated, sweaty body over Ikshar, rubbing his ass over the already swelling erection, reaching for it, pushing the stiffening meat right into the cleft of his ass as the boy’s own stiffening cock frotted against the lizardman’s hard abs.

The kinky little thing seemed to have taken a liking to it, making whimpering, horny sounds, sliding over him, making use of the lubrication provided by sweat and cum. Ikshar was making a small surprised sound of his own as he suddenly felt the boy’s feet and calves rather skillfully sandwiching his cock, starting to jerk him off with all of his body, while the little whore’s own cock now pushed back and forth right between Ikshar’s pecs.

That cheeky little thing!

The necromancer could not help smiling though, letting the boy continue, actually finding the gasping moans he made rather amusing. He was very hard, already leaking and apparently intent to fuck his pecs. But Ikshar was not going to let him get away with focusing just on his own pleasure, so he grabbed one of the boy’s nipples, twisting it hard enough to make him cry out, only to immediately repeat the procedure with the other sensitive nub of flesh.

“Hope you are not planning to forget what your job is, little Tomek.” He growled, pushing his own cock against the round ass cheeks, the boy’s yelps and helpless little squirming jerks serving quite perfectly to drive the necromancer to full hardness again himself.

“Ride my cock now. You better do a good job, or the lesson I am going to teach you may be more than you can take...” He hissed, watching the boy gasp and whimper as he obediently rose up, working the reptilian cock, making just the right moaning sounds, coaxing it to ooze precum, before he finally spread his legs, ready to impale himself on Ikshar’s length like a convicted criminal about to be impaled on a sharpened stick.

Ikshar did not give him much time to adjust. When Tomek was half way down his cock, he just grabbed him and started to buck his hips upwards, mercilessly working himself into the boy. But Tomek had been nicely loosened up from both the plug and the previous hard round of ass-pounding. He still screamed and moaned, but it was even more obvious that he had been trained well to enjoy it. His cock was glistening with precum and every high pitched little moan made it jolt and bounce up and down, occasionally slapping wetly against the flat abdomen.

“Got a little surprise for you!” Ikshar’s mouth was a pure predatory grin as he unrolled the length of string, the hidden deadly garrote, from its hiding place around his arm, the little weights of the two ornaments allowing him to sling it around Tomek’s neck before the boy even knew what happened to him.

“Now, show me if you can still sing for me...” He had a feral growl in his voice, keeping up his merciless thrusts as the tight embrace of the garrote wound itself tighter around Tomek’s windpipe.

The boy’s squeaking moans quickly became a desperate rattle as he fought for breath, his hands shaking, instinctively moving to his neck, to free himself from the deadly grip of strangulation.

“No...” Ikshar looked him in the eyes and there was a crackle of magic in his voice, in his gaze, a dread command laden with the promise of death. Tomek tried to whimper, his hands falling down as he helplessly twitched and jerked, his lips trying to form words as the necromancer fucked him and slowly strangled him. Ikshar just growled, feeling the lusty haze of sex growing just all the sweeter as he saw Tomek in the grip of lust and deadly panic, his eyes pleading for mercy and his cock swollen all the harder from the effect of his imminent demise.

Ikshar felt the boy’s body clench around him as he thrust into him. He had done this many times, killing his marks as he was fucking them, drinking up the ecstatic fusion of death and sex.

Tomek was spasming wildly his cute, boyish voice distorted from the deathly grip, his eyes so full of conflicted emotion, panicking, pleading.

Then Ikshar finally saw it, that sweet moment, where something in the boy seemed to snap, the panic melting into a pure moment of lust, the frantic motions stopping as everything focused on the one big climax, the boys eyes seeming like two deep holes, reaching right down into a deadly abyss of all consuming ecstasy, his mouth twisted into a weird smile. Tomek shot ropy stream of cum, one after the other, his ass clenching around him in a desperate grip, making Ikshar roar as the boy milked out that wonderfully intense climax from him.

The garrote slackened in the same moment, the boy falling down, right on Ikshar’s chest, gasping, coughing madly and letting out little whimpers as his whole body shook uncontrollably.

Ikshar was too blissed-out, still feeling the wonderful throbbing in his cock as the last waves of his orgasm emptied themselves into the little fuck toy. Only after a few minutes of the gasping, whimpering human breathing in the air smelling so intensely of sweaty, horny lizardman, did he finally relent a bit, grabbing the boy’s shoulder and teasingly groping the shaking flesh.

“I don’t usually kill when I am not paid for it; waste of effort and waste of money to pay for breaking a fuckboy after just one night...” He chuckled, feeling the shaking body pressing against him, clinging to him like a drowning man to the life saving raft.

Ah, wasn’t the boy sweet?

Tomek let out a choked moan, starting to lick over Ikshar’s chest, like a dog trying to desperately please his master after having provoked his wrath. The necromancer rather enjoyed the reaction and lazily stroked his trembling back and short messy hair. He felt content, spent, just enjoying the quiet of lying there and having the mammalian heat warming him up. Three orgasms in the relatively short time left him mellow and quite happy with himself. The boy was light enough to not feel like an uncomfortable weight on top of him and both of them definitely were too drained to move. Bit by bit, Tomek’s frantic breathing started to calm down, shifting to a steady rhythm, easy to simply focus on as the necromancer felt his eyelids growing heavy. The soft, indirect light was just perfect to slowly sink into the warm twilight, surrounded by the pleasant mix of scents, the incenses and oils, the scent of sex and sweaty bodies…

His mouth twisted into a genuinely peaceful smile as Ikshar drifted off into sleep.

Despite his exhaustion and the amount of cum he had already emptied into the boy, Ikshar had not stayed asleep for the rest of the night. He had woken up two times: once thanks to his erection painfully pushing against the warm, mammalian flesh nestled against him – a problem that was easily remedied by grinding it against Tomek until they both had erupted against each other, hard cock rubbing against hard cock – the other thanks to the boy having his mouth on his freshly recovered arousal, which Ikshar reward by allowing the little fuck toy to milk him at his own leisure, passing out again with the warm, soft mouth still around his stiff length.

And nevertheless, he had woken up with respectable morning wood. Luckily, he had a willing warm body at hand to bury it in, starting the morning with a vigorous round of fucking, before he finally would get up, feeling well rested, well spent and with a fresh swing in his step.

The boy was still moaning and lying on the bed, butt in the air, lizardman semen still gushing out of it. Ikshar just leaned down, ruffling his hair with almost a hint of affection, letting his fingers run down the smooth back for a last time, before he started to dress, picking up his belongings where he had dropped them the night before.

On his way out, he still found the door of the gnolls’ room open, unable to resist the impulse to take a quick peek. They all were snoring, empty containers of wine lying scattered about, all of them sporting sizable pieces of morning wood and of course, all of them having full bellies, the gurgle of digestion being still audible. But at the least, they seemed to have left themselves enough fuckboys to tend to their already proudly erect cocks – or alternatively for a bit of breakfast? He honestly had not checked if gnolls, like some of his reptilian brethren, had the capacity for more than one man sized meal.

He just shrugged and grinned as he went back to the foyer, finding the white cat behind the desk again, giving him a smile and a little bow.

“I hope you have found your stay to your satisfaction, sir. If you have any other needs, do not hesitate to ask and we shall provide it, be it breakfast, a bath or further accommodation.” Ikshar shook his head. Looking at the warm friendly smile and the cute, lithe body in the revealing outfit, he definitely understood though why many people would be tempted to leave even more money at this place than a night with a boy already cost them.

“Nah, don’t need a bath and I will meet my comrades for breakfast.” He grinned, moving a bit closer, getting right into the cat’s face.

“But unless you end up gnoll fodder by our next visit, maybe I shall see about having you as well as that boy next time…” His hand darted forward, grabbing the cat, his fingers trailing through the soft white fur. “Like that pelt… Bet it would feel nice and soft, maybe good enough keep even...”

The feline’s whole body grew stiff, the eyes showing that preyish reaction of frozen panic, even though he remained motionless, not struggling, still smiling as he responded in that same soft voice, even though it was shaking.

“I, I am happy that we could be of service and, and were able to satisfy your needs. C, come again any time, sir...” The poor thing was visibly trembling, but it was just hard to not toy with someone like that. If anything, a cat should understand that, should he not? Well, then again, this kitty would likely be the sort more likely to be frightened by a rat than actually try to bring one down and toy with it.

Ikshar let go of him, grinning broadly as he stepped back.

“Well, I am always glad to find a place where they know how to serve me...” He made a little wave as he made his way to the front door.

“See you next time, kitty cat.”

It had been rather easy to find the others. Ikshar just had made his way to the Pit and as he had expected, Nobregas had left a message for him, telling the cleaning boys to inform Ikshar of the tavern where the rest of the men had decided to have breakfast. The little princeling was a nice boy, Ikshar would really have to play a bit more with him. There was a fun little dark streak of masochism that just was waiting to be properly sounded out – by someone willing to see just how deep it really ran…

But even without the information, he reckoned that he just would have had to walk around a bit and keep his ears open. Gruk and Wolfger’s voices could easily have been heard for miles! Those two were loud, especially, it seemed, if you gave them some exploit to boast about.

He found the whole party sitting at a long table, that reached out into the street from the tavern constructed under the overhanging house above. The appetizing smell of cooked meats wafted from the busy kitchen, making Ikshar’s stomach growl. The lizardman waved at all of them, letting himself plop down in an empty space, right next to Randall. Apparently, the grumpy old priest had managed to make everyone else want to put a bit of distance between them, which of course gave Ikshar the perfect opportunity to get a seat right next to his favorite target of teasing.

“Hey guys, got yourself nicely knocked up last night? Found some altar boys to fondle, old perv?” Wolfger raised one arm in a cheer, clapping Gruk on the shoulder with the other.

“Had myself a fine title match, got the better of the guy who took out Gruk in the semi finals!”

Nobregas just gave a slightly embarrassed smile.

“...got taken out in the first round...”

Randall just huffed at him, doing his best to put some distance between himself and the necromancer without giving Ikshar the satisfaction of having everyone see him actually moving away.

“I actually spend my time with something productive and made inquiries regarding the next leg of our journey.” He glared at Ikshar, wrinkling his nose.

“By the One, necromancer, the scent of your filthy body is almost bad enough to overpower that vile stuff, that incense and perfume of sin sticking to you!” Ikshar just grinned broadly, making sure to move a bit closer to the old wolf, just enjoying his reaction way too much.

“Oh, you know, I have had quite the night...”