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"Elenia wanted me to give you this." Luminos stepped into Russell's underground home and gave an exaggerated bow, a smirk written across his beak and his golden feathers rustling. "From one 'queen' to another." He tossed Russell a small parcel with a handwritten note attached to it with a fancy ribbon. Somehow, despite the only light in the room being glowing stones set into the walls, his feathers still glowed as though bathed in sunlight.

"Finally tied the knot with Mimid, huh? Good for her." After the life Elenia described, she deserved every bit of happiness. "And are you really in a position to laugh about that, 'princess?'" He returned the bird's teasing jab with one of his own, patting Lumi on the back and embracing him with a companionable squeeze. The two made the trip to Mimid weeks ago for the king to officiate their wedding, though sadly, most of the community couldn't make the journey and had to settle for the packs full of sweets that the happy couple brought back from Mimid's grateful chefs.

"Fair enough. At least I'm pretty enough to pass as a princess." Puffing his feathers, the playful bird stuck his tongue out at Russell. "Oh! On my way home, I found Brigirth! He's surrounded himself with some- shall we say- colorful characters? Pleasant enough fellows, though if I have to give one more 'belly rub,' I'm sure my fingers will fall off. As for our favorite dragon, I would give him time to come to terms with his loss before you greet him. Poor thing still misses Ko terribly."

Relief washed over Russell's worried heart as the phoenix wandered off to find his husband. For the past few weeks, he'd been worried sick for Brigirth. Despite dozens of search parties sent all over Prilia and Mimid, they'd found nothing, and he'd nearly given up on ever seeing his scaly friend again. Still, he took Lumi's warning to heart. He'd wait until tomorrow to greet the grief-stricken dragon.

For now, there was the matter of Elenia's gift. It would be bad manners to open an engagement gift on his own, so he stepped further into his home, cradling the parcel beneath his arm.

As they always were these days, his sleeping quarters were quite lively. Warm and pleasantly scented with the heady scent of sex and clean linen, they were a series of cozy rooms built into the rock, with separate bedrooms (Largely unused except for hobbies and storage) for his mates and one huge bedroom with a truly mammoth bed. Most nights, he shared the luxurious sheets with his lovers and the occasional guest, but today, it hosted a more heartwarming sight.

Lucian was a lovely addition to his growing polyamorous family. There was never any conflict between him, Lope, and Trunk. From the moment they met, he'd taken to their specific brand of affection, growing particularly fond of kissing bestial maws until his lips were pleasantly raw and his breath came in excited pants. Of course, it also helped that his cock rivaled most horses, and he was willing to give himself freely to either of his lovers (Or, more often than not, both at the same time.)

Today, however, Lucian was teaching Lope and Trunk his native language. Patiently, he pointed out passages in a well-worn book, then sounded out their meaning, rewarding correct pronunciation with petting fingers or a soft squeeze when either beastman repeated his words. It was something that Russell could never do on his own, as everything sounded and looked like English to him.

A wagging tail and a grinning face greeted Russell at the door, nearly bowling him over with excitement. "Lope- I'm learning to speak better." With halting words, the werewolf spoke in complete sentences rather than his usual short, bark-like simplified speech, but he still had to catch himself when he'd lapse into referring to himself in the third person.

"That you are, cutie." Russell scratched Lope's ear and embraced him, squeezing the nude wolfman tight. He had been working hard, and Russell was proud of him. Learning a new language, or even better grammar, was no easy task, and Lope was mastering things faster than most adults on Earth.

"We've got an engagement gift from the queen of Mimid. Do you three want to help me open it? It's probably for all of us." Before he opened the package fully, he read the card aloud. "I sincerely hope this gift finds you well. Our miners have uncovered something wonderful that your lupine friend, and others, may enjoy. Congratulations." Sitting on the edge of the bed, he ripped into the brown paper and unraveled the pretty silken ribbon.

Glowing light emanated from the package's contents, then clarified into a perfectly smooth, rounded stone. It seemed to pulse with white light, and as Russell picked it up, he felt a soothing warmth radiating from deep within the stone. It was hard to describe, but it felt like a warm summer night.

"Pretty." Lope seemed enthralled with its light, reaching out to grasp the gem and then letting out a startled yelp. Hair grew along his outstretched arm, claws lengthened, and a glance showed the rest of him following suit until his feral form sat in place of his human form. Blinking in confusion, he spoke. "Lope wolf again? Not full moon?" His paw raised to his mouth, and his tail wagged excitedly. "Lope wolf! Can still talk!"

"Woah. I haven't seen Lope like this without a dick shoved in my face." Trunk snuggled up to the wolf's back, clawed fingers roaming over his stomach, then down to his sheath, idly playing with the transformed werewolf's package. "Still just as sexy, but maybe now I won't walk with a limp every full moon."

"He's a bit big, though, isn't he?" In awe, having seen the werewolf in his feral form only twice, Lucian reached out to touch fluffy fur, his palms rolling over soft pecs. His naked shaft was beginning to awaken, showing its approval for the wolfman's transformation and tenting silk sheets.

Lucian had a point. Lope was at least a foot larger than his feral form, and his balls were at least twice their usual size, which was impressive considering their already prodigious sway. Even his scent grew masculine and woody, puffing from his fur with every movement and filling the air. Perhaps the stone changed him into an alpha werewolf? Was that a thing?

"Can I keep it?" Lope's puppy dog eyes begged, and his paws grasped the stone, his massive tail trying its best to wag, despite the lion ass sitting on it. "Lope feels nice. Warm and fuzzy." He almost seemed drunk from the stone's power, leaning into soft caresses and letting his tongue hang out. Despite his fearsome appearance, he reminded Russell of a massive puppy.

"Alright, you can keep it, but try not to break anything." Russell stepped between spread lupine legs and felt over the werewolf's sagging balls with appreciative fingers. They were at least as big as basketballs now, and his emerging, pointed tip promised to be just as big, pulsing to life with glittering strings of arousal dribbling from its tip.

"C'mere, big boy. Let's put that to use." Purring gently, Trunk vacated his teasing position behind the wolf and spread his puffy spade, showing off pink inner walls and licking his lips. Often the first to tease Lope's feral form into pounding his puffy sex into a sloppy mess, it was no surprise that the muscular lion-man offered himself.

As Lope hunched over Trunk, Russell slapped his furry rump, interrupting his clumsy attempts to slot his erecting cock against Trunk's willing pussy. "Play nice now, Lope. Don't break anything or anyone." Regretfully, he couldn't join in the fun, but he still leaned in to press an affectionate kiss to Lope's flexing pucker before he left the room. He'd have to test drive that enlarged rump later.

Without bothering to hide his bouncing erection, Russell made his way from his tunnels to the surface, stretching in the mid-day sun. As much as he'd love to laze about while others did all of the work, he had projects to oversee. Ko's Refuge would be even better than Lopestown if he had a say in the matter.

First, he needed to oversee the excavation of new homes. Their reinforced tunnels, lined with water-resistant stones and enchanted with anti-fungal magic, worked perfectly as homes but were incredibly labor-intensive to build, and there were never enough willing hands. Thankfully, Hugh was somewhat of an expert at digging in the dark, and he'd taken to the project like a fish to water.

[Hi. How are you today?]

Hugh wrote on the slate hanging from his neck with a piece of chalk, then showed it to Russell. His penmanship was dainty despite his large fingers, and he'd been one of the fastest learners when Lucian and his men offered to teach the residents of Ko's Refuge. Speaking with him without having to play charades or read his expression for an answer was pleasant.

"Just fine. Thank you for asking. How are the tunnels? Will we have more rooms to spare soon?" Scratching at his stomach and pondering the slow drip of his unattended cock, he waited for the minotaur to write out an answer. There was no rush, of course. Everyone had a home, and several vacant rooms were waiting for occupants, but Russell wanted to plan for anything. Refugees could pour in from surrounding countries any day once word spread of a sanctuary for monsters.

[We've run into a little snag. Further down, we reached a solid bed of rock, and it's taking forever to clear. If we extend in other directions, we might be able to make up for it, but we need someone to explore our surroundings. We don't want to dig through into a river and drown.]

Russell was impressed with how much the minotaur could write in such a limited space. His handwriting was closer to chicken scratch, but the minotaur could be a calligrapher with his tightly controlled script. Scratching his chin, he thought for a moment. "I'll see what I can do. I'm sure there's someone with enough free time and restless energy to survey the area."

At the minotaur's prompting, Russell let himself be picked up and embraced by colossal, earthy-smelling arms. Despite his size, Hugh was always gentle, and he rubbed his cheek against Russell's for a moment with a happy sigh, then set him down. How did Hugh manage to be so cute while towering over everyone? Every time he met the minotaur, those sweet hugs were guaranteed.

[Come with me to the bathhouse once Durz finishes building it. I miss spending time with you.]

Aw. Russell patted the shyly smiling minotaur's arm. "Alright, big guy. I can't promise we'll be alone, but I'd love to take a bath with you." Before the minotaur could monopolize his time with beefy snuggles, he left the mouth of the newly excavated tunnels and walked towards his next destination.

Next on Russell's to-do list was checking on the food supply. It was a bit of a hike, but he arrived at the cleared patch of forest relatively fast. Infested with giant boars and hostile to humans, the area used to be overgrown and dangerous, but now, it resembled any farm he could have found on Earth. Soft grass surrounded wooden fences filled with muddy, docile boars, and fresh plants grew a few feet away, already showing signs of flowering. In a few weeks, they'd have fresh vegetables for Ko's disciples to practice their craft.

"Are you Russell?" With light brown fur and the same patterning as Ko, a tanuki appeared from the direction of the vegetable patch with a bag slung over his shoulder and a mammoth canine walking obediently behind him. If Russell hadn't seen Ko's burial, he'd believe that the newcomer was the tanuki, reborn.

"Yes, that's me. I haven't seen you before. Are you one of Brigirth's new friends?" Russell cocked an eyebrow at the canine's twitching nose, hoping that the tanuki's guardian wasn't a monster that succumbed to Russell's alluring scent and tried to pin him down on the spot. He dealt with enough of that when meeting each batch of newcomers. Sometimes it took Lope, Trunk, AND Lucian to peel them off him, all groping paws and throbbing erections.

"I suppose you could say that. However, there's another reason I've come here." With a polite smile, the tanuki shook Russell's hand. "Ko was my grandfather. Don't worry, I've already heard the news, and I'm fine. Not nearly as inconsolable as poor Brig. I just wanted to thank you for making the last years of his life truly happy." He leaned back against the fluffy canine's arms as if seeking support. "His deepest regret was always that he couldn't spend his days helping people. If you hadn't found him and given his life purpose, he would have died with that regret still tugging at the back of his mind."

The tanuki cleared his throat and wiped his eyes on fluffy lion-dog fur. "Anyway. I won't bore you with sentimentality. Instead, I'd like to ask you if I could take on my grandfather's duties. He taught me most of his craft, though I'm terrible at baking, and Brigirth made this place sound heavenly. I'll even throw in this mangy mutt's protection." He patted the fluffy canine's arm with a teasing smile as the grumbling dog squeezed his chest, showing his insults were in jest.

"You don't need to ask. Anyone's welcome as long as you're willing to help out. This place isn't mine. It's all of ours." Russell waved his arm in welcome. "Come find me if there's anything you need, and choose whichever free cave you'd like."

"Thank you. I'm Bo, and this is Lu Meng. If you don't mind, I have a few ideas to increase your vegetable yield, and I've brought a collection of seeds. I'll put this big oaf to work clearing a space and start planting immediately." Smiling politely and with a shallow bow, the tanuki walked away, leading the fluffy creature as though he had him on a leash. How adorable. They reminded him of an old married couple, bickering but still madly in love.

"Hi!" Another voice shook Russell out of his fuzzy daydreams. Boulder, another of the manticore tribe that Peak introduced as his mentor, panted and gripped his knees, his chubby belly jiggling with each breath. Had the poor thing started running as soon as he saw Russel? "Boars. Happy. Ready. For eating soon. Piglets. Healthy." He punctuated each word with a wheezing breath, sitting back on his meaty haunches while Russell resisted the urge to giggle at him.

Finally, the fun part of Russell's daily rounds. Any town with a desire for trade and a growing population needed ways to relax. He had no shortage of talent waiting and willing to provide a wide array of services to weary travelers once they made themselves known to the rest of the kingdom.

Unlike the hastily erected homes and slowly extended amenities of Lopestown, Ko's Refuge was designed from the ground up with enjoyment in mind, and Russell put thought into where he would place each growing business. Each stood near the entrance, within a few seconds walking distance, with wooden signs above their tunnel entrances proclaiming their services.

"The Sweating Snake" was first. Built from one of their first cavernous homes and sitting proudly at the village's main entrance, the expansive space was cozy and warm, perfect for nude workouts and musky fun. Russell helped puzzle out the inner workings of a few exercise machines he'd used on Earth, and Brigirth's apprentices (now blacksmiths in their own right) managed to make passable imitations. Glistening muscles and clanking weights filled the space, and a masculine, though not unpleasant, funk permeated every breath.

"Looking for a workout?" Ashix slithered over, his muscles coated in a fresh coat of oil and his tongue slipping out to taste the air. Twin cocks jutted proudly from his dark green scales, drooling arousal to the floor below with every bouncing pulse. Far from a silent owner, he was always slithering around the gym, giving pointers and 'hands-on' attention.

As tempting as getting railed until he couldn't walk sounded, Russell shook his head, pointedly ignoring the naga's cocks. "Maybe later. I'm just here to ask if you need anything and to see if you're willing to ask your patrons if there's anyone who could map out the area surrounding the village. I know all of our resident guards and adventurers show up here at some point."

"I have everything I need, thank you. I will ssspread the word." With a sibilant hiss, the naga turned his attention elsewhere. "Sssomeone'sss ssstruggling with their repsss. I mussst provide insssentive." With a cocky grin and a blink of black eyes, he slithered off to a human struggling to benchpress heavy weights. His incentive was to slip one reptilian cock into the man's unprotected rear and fuck him until he completed his set, but from the renewed effort that the grunting human put in, it seemed to be working.

Next door to the gym was "Pleasure," Ollie's massage parlor/bondage dungeon. Custom-made leather whips, straps, and other gear lined the walls, hanging from hooks and ready to be used on-demand, while wooden tables with conveniently positioned holes to cradle faces and genitals took up most of the space. Several patrons moaned their way through erotic massages, and in the back, a lizardman received an energetic spanking.

Sweetly scented and coated from head to toe in a thin layer of oil that made his red skin shine, Ollie sat waiting for him on one of the tables, hard at work blunting his nails with a small metal file. "Come on in, hun. We've been waiting for you." He hopped from the table and stalked over, slipping an arm around Russell's shoulders with a predatory grin that showed off sharp, pearly white teeth. "And don't you say no this time. You'll hurt my feelings if you don't let me work those nasty knots from your shoulders."

Russell tried to speak, but deceptively strong hands forced him onto the table and strapped his limbs, spreading his legs and letting his half-hard cock dangle below while a gentle breeze puckered his exposed hole. The first few slick touches of talented hands on his shoulders melted away protests into a soft moan, and he settled in, defeated. It wouldn't be so bad to let the demon massage away his troubles, would it? He'd only heard good things about the demon's magic fingers.

"There we go. Feels better, doesn't it?" Ollie purred, leaning over Russell's front, massaging his shoulders, and pressing his thickening shaft through the hole in the table, inviting him to suck. Even his cock glistened with sweetly scented oil, hairless and perfectly sized to stretch without ruining a partner.

Never one to refuse a bit of fun, Russell settled into place, slipping half of the demon's shaft past his lips before the padded table stopped his descent. Closing his eyes and focusing on the lightly sweetened mix of skin and edible oil, he relaxed his mouth, letting his tongue wander over the dripping tip and sighing dreamily as small dribbles of spit slickened the shaft. As much as he hated to admit it, he HAD stressed himself out lately, and the simple pleasure of kneading hands and a dripping cock were welcome distractions. Of course, his dick was in agreement, growing with each lick until it stood proud, bouncing below him and dangling in the open air.

"That's it. Let's let all that tension melt away." Ollie's voice softened, and his hips pressed forward only a bit, teasing Russell's tongue with gentle thrusts. Soft pops from above announced the demon opening bottles, and a thin drizzle of floral-scented oil dripped down between Russell's shoulder blades. Gentle kneads massaged the oil, spreading it over his back in slow, circling rubs and wringing vibrating moans from his stuffed mouth.

Moist heat teased the tip of Russell's shaft before a doting tongue traced its way along the underside, and snuffling nostrils drew long, worshipful breaths. A suckling maw took Russell's balls into its heated depths shortly after, lapping along sweaty skin and loosening them until they sagged with heat. Another masseuse? Russell should consider Ollie's business a bordello rather than a massage parlor if all his hires were this well trained at pleasing men.

"Mmm. That's it." Ollie's sloppy, spit-slickened cock slid free, leaving Russell panting as his grip followed the curve of the human's body, coming to rest on exposed cheeks. Another drizzle of oil dripped between his cheeks, coating Russell's well-used pucker in slippery excess. "Ollie's got you. I won't let you go until every last muscle feels buttery soft. Just relax and let my new assistant suck alllll the stress from your dick."

Circling fingers massaged Russell's hole, coating it in relaxing oil until they started to slip in on their own, welcomed by rhythmic clenches. First one, then two, then a full four fingers stretched his hole with gentle thrusts, seeking his prostate and manipulating it with practiced ease.

Eager to please, the maw below him followed Ollie's lead, sinking his cock into molten silk. Without a gag or even the slightest hint of discomfort, his hungry muzzle swallowed every inch to the base, its suction increasing until Russell felt as though he were fucking a vacuum cleaner, then backing off until he barely felt any sensation.

A weight pressed down on Russell's thighs as testing fingers slipped free, replaced by the slippery tip of Ollie's cock. Pressing in with purposeful thrusts, he targetted the human's sweet spot like a guided missile. Claiming fingers worked bouncing glutes, spreading them with every increasingly aggressive shove, pummeling his tender hole into submission.

Under the dual assault of an expert blowjob and demonic butt-pounding, Russell didn't last long, and he groaned out in wordless, guttural pleasure as that caressing tongue set him off. Thick ropes of cream painted the inside of an unknown muzzle, coaxed with rolling sucks and a plunging cock slamming his prostate into dust.

When it was clear that Russell had nothing left to give, a good-natured slap stung his ass cheek, and the creature below him released his cock, while Ollie's cock retreated from his hole without releasing its payload. He was disappointed that he didn't receive the demon's cum, but at least he wouldn't have to deal with a dripping mess on his final stop.

"See? I told you I'd work out all of your stress." Ollie helped Russell sit up, steadying him with oily fingers and caressing his chest, working his fingers over shuddering skin until every inch of skin from Russell's knees to his neck glittered with oil.

A bobbing reptilian muzzle tended to his unsatisfied crimson cock, revealing his assistant as a petite, sky blue dragon-like creature with his muzzle at cock-height. A kobold, possibly? Russell had given up on guessing every monster's species. "Don't worry about him. He loves to suck, so I let him be my little helper. Don't you, sweety?" He rubbed the creature between his ears and thrust himself to the root, earning a satisfied, muffled moan and a happy sweep of a reptilian tail.

Once the waves of sensual pleasure from the 'deep-tissue' massage wore off, Russell stumbled to his final destination, his muscles almost failing with sheer relaxation. Why didn't he try a massage before? Maybe the demon would do house calls? A relaxing massage followed by a massive wolf cock splitting him open sounded like pure heaven.

The bathhouse wasn't open but looked better by the day, steamy and fed by water-aspected crystals leading to an ornately designed warm pool. Of course, the orcs in charge of the project were most likely to blame for any delays since they'd take breaks to fuck each other silly, but honestly, he couldn't blame them. Ruri and Durz were hot, and the sweat glistening on their nude, hairy green bodies would have given him lewd ideas if his cock wasn't still recovering from Ollie's ministrations.

"Hey there, chief. Come to visit your favorites, huh?" Ruri shamelessly pulled himself free from Durz's sucking mouth and plodded over, one of his trademark cigars clenched between soft lips. "All that's left is to install the water purification gems! Just taking a little fuck-break until Nimei finishes enchanting. Care to join us? This little slut's raring to go."

"Hey! Who's the slut here? Five minutes ago, you were begging me to fuck your ass." Durz stood, his hand dropping to grip Ruri's ass and smirking as his fingers found their target, squishing into the older orc's hole and wringing a moan from his lips. Of course, the truth was that they were both sluts, but Russell didn't want to start some 'who can be sluttier' contest between the two rowdy orcs.

As the two settled back into their lusty, incestuous play, Russell shook his head and grinned, turning to leave. It wasn't like he'd get anything else out of the two cock-drunk orcs, and if he stayed, he ran the risk of being pulled into their sweaty fuck. As pleasant as that sounded, he would prefer not to be crushed by overeager thrusts. Alone, they could be gentle and docile, but once you added another orc, things got wrestle-y fast. Always best to have someone else around, preferably someone with the ability to peel them apart.

It wasn't so long ago that the community was grieving and defensive, worried about another attack, so it was nice to see everyone settling into their new roles within the community and enjoying themselves. Smiles were all Russell could ever hope to see. Staring up at the setting sun, he let his mind wander on the short journey back to his cave.

Almost every monster had an unpleasant past in this world, so Russell felt he owed it to them to make sure the rest of their lives were happy. He knew it was crazy and perhaps a bit egotistical, but he knew that as long as he relied on his friends, he could do it. There wouldn't be another Lopestown. Even if Russell had to die to prevent it, he'd gladly give his life. Ko's Refuge would live up to its name as a place where monsters could feel safe.