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[b][u][center]The Golden Coil Resort

Part 9

for Taiko

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Darren was lost to his thoughts and his introspection, his mind whirling around the maelstrom that one simple question had, and continued to, stirred up in his normally stable emotions. He looked down at his hands as the question repeated itself yet again.

[i]What do you want?[/i]

He was all but sure that it was the hotel resort asking him the question now, though he still had no better answer. There had been a way of using that to get something that he otherwise wouldn't be allowed, but now that he had accomplished his goal of seeing Allen and getting the naga to understand the dangers of his own resort, it was hard to think of anything else useful. What else could he do? What else could he really want when he had so much already?

It left him feeling...incomplete, for lack of a better term, as if he was missing something that any normal person would already possess. Everyone else that he'd seen at the resort, even his own family, had things that they wanted. His father wanted them to be together, but more than that, to be valid and valuable to the people in his life. His brother, Riche, wanted to show off and have an audience, to have those that appreciated him and understood how awesome he was around at all times. But what the hell did he want? Darren didn't know, and it made him feel like some sort of freak.

Grumbling under his breath, he was about to reach for his phone and call his boss - whether for help or to just be put to sleep for a while, he didn't know - but was interrupted by a knock on the penthouse door. Shocked by the rather unexpected intrusion, he got to his feet and was halfway to the door before he realized that he was still completely naked.

"...Won't be the first time that someone's seen me like this," he muttered.

Even so, his cheeks were bright red as he pulled the door open. Half-expecting some snake that had been assigned to talk to him about the resort and its flaws, he found himself face to face with a plump-cheeked iguana. While it wore a badge that was stuck to its chest scales - with the tag reading Saul - the iguana pushed in without a word, gently nudging Darren out of the door frame and closer to the couch again.

"What's - hey, what are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing. Just thought that you could help me with something," the iguana said.

"What are you -"

"You love helping people, don't you?"

There was a strange tremor, something familiar going through him at those words, almost like they had tweaked a nerve. He stopped pushing back, and he ended up falling backward, hitting the couch with a thump. The impact snapped him out of it, and he groaned, shaking his head. Before he could push himself upright, though, the iguana had moved over to the far side of the couch, standing with -

"You love helping people. You mind helping me?"

There was a moment of utter shock and strange trembles at the request, with both arousal and blanking confusion rippling down from his skull through the rest of his body. Darren found himself staring at quite the bulge in the lizard's pants, the iguana's open shirt leading down to yellow-green belly scales just over the buttons of those tight pants. His eyes focused on the twitching rod of that bulge just behind the pants themselves, and he found himself imagining just how big the lizard might be.

The thought was almost enough to keep him horny enough to go along with it, but Darren knew that something was off. The staff weren't supposed to just come up to the different penthouses and come around to face-fuck them, were they? This was weird, even for the resort. He opened his mouth -

"Mmmph!"

Not the brightest idea that he'd ever had. As the reptile pushed forward, grinding the cloth-covered stiffness against his lips, he could almost taste the musk that was hidden behind the layers of fabric. His cheeks burned as he realized just how hard it was, and more, how hard he was getting. The secondary sensation of his own erection rising from between his thighs was strong enough that his hands were already starting to migrate down there, resting against his thighs and framing the dark shaft, making it feel all the harder as he pressed down near the base of it. He panted softly as the iguana pulled his hips back.

"Ready to help me out, sexy?"

"Mmph...who...what's going on?"

"Just thought that you might want to help me out. There's someone looking for you, and he said that you like to help people out."

"Nnngh...why...why do you keep..."

Help. Help people out. Do the right thing. Help people. It kept rippling and bouncing around inside his skull, making it harder and harder to think of anything but doing just that. His head felt stuffed full of that little phrase as it echoed and multiplied inside his brain, and he was helpless as the iguana pulled his zipper down. That fat cock popping free was just a little bigger than one might have expected for a lizard so slender in body and so chubby in the cheeks, but there was something that much more impressive about being that big when one shouldn't be. His cock throbbed as the other male's shaft dripped over his lips, grinding against his face.

[i]Help out...help people out...[/i]

Half-remembered memories of other people that had been 'helped' by him in the past started bubbling up, from a certain older orc pushing his feet and ass out to be serviced to the familiar shaft of his boss being offered to him under a desk. He remembered more than one dragon that had come through the hotel, as well as a naga that had been there in an alley one time...or a hotel...or a resort...so many different settings...

So many different cocks...

So many different asses...

So many different species...

His head was spinning and his mind was all but gone as the iguana pushed forward, and the taste of cock on his tongue reminded him of what he was meant to be doing. Darren was supposed to help people - that was what he did. It was what he was good at.

So, he [i]helped[/i] the iguana, sucking that cock and pulling it further down his throat, feeling it popping past the back of his mouth and sliding down. He leaned his head back to make sure that his mouth lined up with his throat properly, and in seconds, he was taking the lizard balls-deep.

"Mmmph...fuck...yeah..."

The iguana made all the sounds of someone loving what they were getting, and that made Darren happy. He kept bobbing his head forward, back, forward, back, making sure to keep sucking as hard as he could. Every little bob of his head was rewarded with a deep grunt of utter need from the big guy standing over him, and he growled slightly as he was rewarded further with the taste of salty pre-cum spraying across his tongue when the iguana pulled back. It was a hefty cock to take, but there had been enough training and experience in the past for him to know how to deal with something like this. It was easy. Simple. Something that anyone could have done after being throat-fucked as much as he had been.

[i]Which is kind of a lot, when you think about it,[/i] he thought.

Horse, dragon, elephant, and more had fucked his throat, either in the hospitality industry or in other situations where he had been put under. He always remembered those moments more clearly when his head was dragged down into a tranced state, almost like someone took the locks off the door when he was too out of it to fight back. He moaned around the shaft in his mouth, but the moan came as much from the memory of a fat orc dick sliding down his throat and the pleasure that came from helping the old man attached to it as it did from the iguana's slightly less sizable (in comparison) cock.

"Mmmph...mmm..."

"Yeah...yeah, you're a good helper, aren't you? Such a hot helper."

"Mmm..."

"You do so good...making me feel so good..."

That was good praise, and he did, indeed, feel good for making someone else feel better. He moaned out loud, arching his back, his cock sliding against his stomach for a moment before throbbing and twitching. His own orgasm was still some way off, but there was no shortage of pleasure for him so long as he could keep helping -

"Mmmph!"

The iguana pulled back, keeping just the head in Darren's mouth. He knew what was coming and attacked the tip with his tongue, flicking it over the end as the iguana jerked himself off further down the shaft. It was a constant tease, a push and pull, almost sliding out of his mouth more than once. He kept pushing it, doing everything he could to make sure that it was getting all the pleasure that he could give it -

"Mmmph!"

And then the iguana went over the edge. He came, and he came hard, shooting his load across Darren's tongue. The taste was as salty as ever, thick and heavy, with a very earthy sort of undertone to the whole thing. The lizard pushed his hips forward, sheathing his cock down the human's throat once more, ensuring that the whole thing got jammed way down deep, before pulling back out again. Lines of spit, throat-slime, and cum connected the pair of them as the iguana stepped back from the couch.

Darren laid there in silence, his mind pulling back from the edge it had been perched on. He panted for breath as the need to 'help' continued to throb and reverberate through him, but bit by bit, he was able to calm himself down. Eventually, he even managed to sit up, groaning and cupping his head as he did.

"Ugh...mmmph..."

"Wow, that was amazing. You've got a hell of a mouth, Mr. Huff."

"Darren, please," he muttered. "You could call my dad that."

"Well, Darren, you're good. Now I know why someone's looking for you."

"You..." Right. Right. That was a thing. "You said that before. Who?"

"Oh, I don't know. I don't think that I actually saw them," the iguana said, shrugging and giggling. If he'd had a bigger chest or thicker muscles, one might have almost called him a himbo with a giggle like that. "But they said that you love to help, and -"

"Mmmph...don't say that again, please."

There was something to that phrase that made it really, really hard to keep from slipping back into that horny, heated state of mind that he'd just barely pulled himself out of. Hearing it again was not something that would go well for him, he felt, and he didn't want to push his luck. Even if it wasn't done cruelly or maliciously, he didn't know how well he'd be able to resist that going forward.

The iguana didn't seem to mind as he sat down beside him. The lizard's cock was slowly going soft, and he chuckled as he slapped it between his thighs.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome," Darren said, the obligatory response coming despite the surrealness of the situation. "But you said -"

"Oh, right. Yeah. It's a guest at the hotel. They just showed up out of nowhere and started asking about the Huffs. Or, well, they started with a description first, and then started asking about you by name when we mentioned you."

More evidence of the resort needing a massive overhaul. They were too accomodating, and that meant that they were giving up too much to make people happy. He shook his head.

"Did [i]anyone[/i] get a look at him?"

"Well, Hissy did, I think."

"Then I need to -"

"Can't you just -"

"No, I'm sorry, there are other...other people that need my help right now."

"Oh, right. Well, thanks. I appreciate you helping me with this, at least. Do you mind if I hang out up here?"

Darren nodded absentmindedly, too busy focusing on getting himself up and moving to bother with getting the iguana out of the room. He doubted that an employee was that much of a risk to leave there, and more to the point, he didn't have the energy to turn it into an argument. If someone else was here, sending others after him, he needed to find out who and what it was.

[i]But who...[/i]

It had to be someone that he had encountered recently, someone that knew him well enough to actually know that weakness and how to exploit it. That cut it down somewhat, but...well, without being in trance, he couldn't actually remember most of them that well.

[i]Hopefully Hissy remembers more than I do...[/i]

Of course, there was one small thing that he had forgotten as he stepped out of the penthouse. Two, technically, though one was very related to the other. The first was that he was still completely naked, due to the fact that he was too flustered to think about getting dressed before leaving. It wasn't the first time that he had been naked outside the penthouse, of course, but it was still a little embarrassing that it had happened without him intending for it to.

The second was that he had a boner that would have punched through a steel plate, and it was still throbbing like mad. He looked down at it after the door closed behind him, his face burning so hot that it almost turned purple, and he almost turned around right then and there to find his clothes. Only the fact that the iguana was still waiting on the other side of the door kept him from going back and getting dressed. He might get caught again, pushed back down to his knees, and...well, this time he might not get away with just a very salty taste in the back of his mouth. He might not get away at all.

That was the danger, he realized. The hotel couldn't entirely tell what you needed instead of what you wanted. It took you at your word - conscious or otherwise - that what you desired was what you needed, and then found a way to give it to you. If it had a filter for that, he imagined that the resort would be in much better hands, but currently, there was nothing of the sort.

[i]Hissy.[/i]

Reminded of his purpose, he hurried to the ramp and began the long, long, [i]long[/i] trip down to the lobby. The soft thud, thud, thud of his footsteps was almost metronomic, and more than once he had a feeling of his mind slipping back down into that happy, sleepy place. He had to keep dragging it back out, reminding himself that his father and brother could be in danger too, but it was losing effectiveness fast. The hotel wouldn't hurt them, merely embarrass them - he hoped - so it was hard to keep himself believing that threat. And the others...the other possibilities were too dark to think about.

He was still wrestling with his thoughts - and the boner sticking out from between his thighs - when a naga slithered up from around the corner. The blue-black snake looked at him and grinned, and before he could say a word, the serpent fixed his eyes on him.

"Why don't you help me with something?"

Help with something.

Darren groaned, his cock twitching up, oozing pre-cum over the head. So much of it came up that it started dribbling down the tip and along the underside, eventually going all the way down to his balls and dripping from them. He panted, his toes curling twice before he could take a step, and he stumbled as he walked over to the bigger serpent.

No sooner had he stopped in front of them than the snake brought its tail around him, wrapping around his ankles and slowly coiling higher and higher along his legs. He groaned again, his cock twitching higher still, the arousal that the iguana had started getting stronger, hotter, harder to ignore.

"Mmm, I hoped that would work."

"Nnngh...who..."

"Ah ah. I didn't say talk."

"Mmph..."

"You like to help people."

He did. He loved to help people. It was what he did.

"Please, why don't you help me with a problem, hmm?"

"What...what's the...problem?"

Darren groaned internally, even though the sound never quite escaped him. He could feel the urge to take care of things taking over, the need to make things better already seizing control of him. It wasn't even entirely a hypnotic thing, just the urge to make things better for those around him. He had curated that urge for so long and now it was biting him in the ass.

"Just come here...stay close..."

That tail continued coiling higher and higher along his body, lifting him up a bit so that he was standing on his tiptoes. He groaned, his head lolling to one side and then the other. No sudden lights glowed in the naga's eyes, and some part of his mind - so distant now that he swore that it might even be another person - realized that this wasn't even the naga's hypnosis. This was something else, his own urges combined with the hotel combined with that trigger word messing with him.

"Just come close...stay warm...help me stay warm..."

The naga's tail kept coiling, sliding around and around his legs, pulling tight around his ankles as it rose over his calves, and then past his knees. The sensation of being 'hugged' by that tail intensified, and there was little that he could do against it. For that matter, there was little that he wanted to do against it. It felt good to be held, to just be there, to be a good little warming helper for the naga. He smiled, and even to him, the smile felt a little bit goofy on his face. Certainly, the naga chuckled.

"Yes. Such a good boy. Such a good little helper..."

He could feel the world slipping away, and every little coil of that tail sliding up his legs took it further from him. He groaned as he felt it sliding past his knees, over his thighs. His legs were pushed tightly together, the pressure forcing his cock and balls forward rather than letting them just hang. The naga leaned in, one hand drifting down to idly pet and stroke him, and Darren moaned as those slender, delicate digits worked him over again and again.

"Mmmm, that's a good boy," the snake said. No hood, no hypnotic patterns. Just that voice and the hotel. "A good little warming helper in a python's coils. Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Mmmph...very good..."

"You want to stay close..."

"I want to...stay close..."

"You want to help me..."

"I want to...help you..."

"Mmmm, come closer..."

They were chest to chest, he realized, and there was a throbbing pressure that had nothing to do with that tail pressing against him down below. He wanted to look, but there was no easy way for him to bend and look down there. All he knew was that there was something, something hot and drippy -

[i]Cock? Or cocks?[/i]

Hard to tell from here, but it was at least one, and it was bumping up against him. More and more, that tail coiled up and around him, lifting him off his feet as it went past his waist. There was just enough of a gap for his cock and balls to slide between the coils and for his cheeks to pop out from the back, but everything else from his waist down was covered, stroked, squeezed by the snake’s coiled tail.

He was kissed. That was weird. Very different, but very exotic, he thought as that forked tongue passed his lips and teased his tongue. The naga held him as its tail wrapped around his wrists and waist, pinning his arms to his side and keeping him from pulling them out or doing anything with them. He didn't mind that much. He didn't think that it really mattered in the grand scheme of things.

Yes, this was nice.

This was very nice.

He slipped further and further into that mindset of happy contentment as that tail went higher still, going around his stomach and up his chest, wrapping him up all the way to his neck. By the time it was done, he was happily compressed in a long series of scaly muscles, pressed close to the big guy, and loving it. He giggled, even as some of the air got squeezed out of his lungs by the intense pressure all around him.

"Mmmm, do you feel good, little helper?"

"Feels...very good..."

But...didn't he have something else to do? Something...something important...

The naga leaned in closer still, rubbing his hand down his own tail all the way back to Darren's cock. Those fingers wrapped around him, giving him a few good squeezes before starting a happy stroking pace. Up, down, up, down, teasing him to ooze and drip again. He felt so hot, so warm, so...so sensitive and good. He groaned as the tail coils tightened around him, keeping him in place, keeping him from thrusting or arching his back or anything. He was just there. He was just a good little human helper.

The naga's other hand went around behind him, rubbing his ass, teasing the cheeks before giving them a light grope. He groaned under his breath as he felt those same gentle fingers pushing in, past the cheeks and right up against his pucker. He felt like there was...there was something...

"Just relax...be a good little helper...relax and have fun..."

"Relax...have fun..."

"Help me...help me have fun."

"Help you...have - mmmph..."

He grunted as two digits slid in one after the other, pushing him to slide open a bit but not too much. There was something pleasurably tense about that stretch, not too much but enough to make him feel the size of the fingers together. As they twiddled back and forth, he swore he was getting warmer, his cock that much harder in the naga's hand as they -

Oh, they were pressed together now, grinding on each other, getting stiffer by the second. Stiffer and slicker. He moaned out loud, his head rolling back as he felt his orgasm rising higher and higher, so close now. He was going to cum and he was going to make a mess that would need so much work to clean up, and he would have to work so hard to make the naga happy again, but he would. He would work hard because that was what good little helpers did. They made things better, no matter how hard they had to work. He could, would do that.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"Getting close?"

"Mmmph..."

"Mmm, go on...go on, whenever you want..."

Fingers on his cock, fingers in his ass, both moving and teasing. The soft, subtle texture of the scales compared to his own skin were so different, so intense compared to just jerking off. He panted as he felt the little bumps that they had, the way that they tickled and teased as they went in and out, in and out, always making it that much more...exotic, and that much more erotic by turns.

"Ah..."

Stroke, stroke, stroke, going up and down his cock, making it bounce and throb. The feeling of that heated cock pressed against him. The tail wrapped around his body and squeezed him until he couldn't move anything at all. The intense friction and pressure of those two fingers pressing in and out, finding his prostate, rubbing it -

It was too much. Way too much. With a deep moan, Darren came, and though he tried, he couldn't arch his back. He could barely curl his toes in the grip of the tail, but he did cum, and he kept on cumming. He felt the spasms running through him more clearly than ever before, making him feel like his orgasm was something even better than usual. Why? Who knew, but he was left a gasping mess at the end of it.

The naga panted in his ear, kissing him again, and the tail shifted. He felt the need to 'help' more, and so, as the coils loosened, he went to his knees. His mouth opened, and he found himself sucking on a cock much more substantial than the iguana's had been...

#

The naga's name had turned out to be Seshori, and further, he turned out to be a rather amiable sort of person. The snake hadn't come up the ramp expecting to get a blowjob and a handjob in the hallway, but it was certainly a pleasure, and he had enough self-control to not take it further than that, though Darrent could tell by the snake's continued erection that he certainly wouldn't be opposed to more play.

"Mmmm, you really are a delight. I can see why - hmm. I didn't realize that."

"That someone was looking for me?" Darren asked.

"Yes, yes, indeed," Seshori said, nodding. "I had a thought that there was something that I should do, but it was merely a little possibility in the back of my mind - not even fully formed - until I saw you. Then..."

"Then it...what, took over?"

"Yes, indeed. Almost like entering a dream."

A dream. That tickled something at the back of his mind, but it didn't quite come forward enough for him to get a grip on it. Damn. He shook his head, slowly dragging himself from the snake's coils.

"Must you go so soon?" Seshori asked.

"I...I have to fix this."

"Such a good little -"

"Ah, ah."

"Yes, yes, my apologies," the snake said, shaking his head. "Good luck."

Again, he was saved. The first time had been from simple obliviousness, while this time it was good manners, and there was something different about Seshori compared to the iguana, as well. There was a sense of someone being [i]aware[/i] of what was going on, which implied that there was something encouraging people to act a certain way. Something that wasn't the hotel, he felt, as the hotel would be a lot pushier about it, and wouldn't have people pushing back against it.

Which meant that a hypnotist of some sort had entered the building, and that meant that there were people vulnerable to him. Darren had to get down to reception as fast as possible.

Thankfully, there were no further obstacles getting down the ramp, and the lobby itself seemed to be mostly quiet. The few guests that were present seemed to be lost in their own little worlds, their heads rolled back like someone daydreaming, their eyes half-closed and - well, there was no need to describe more than that, but there were some obvious reactions to the daydreams that they were having.

He stepped around them and made his way to the front desk. Hesitant to ring the bell in case it woke some of the guests up and started everything up again, Darren leaned around the desk, looking left, right, and then finally, down.

Hissy looked up, adjusting its name-tag and cocking its head to the side. It lifted up slowly, raising its head over the desk and yawning.

"Sssssorry about that...bit of an unfortunate nap. How can I help you?"

"No, no, I'm sorry for waking you up."

"Apology accepted, good ssssir. Now, how many I help you?"

"Um..."

Now that he was there, he wasn't sure how to ask. At least, not without causing something to happen. He hemmed and hawed, rubbing the back of his head until Hissy chuckled.

"Do you wisssh to make a complaint, Mr. Huff?"

"Um, no, but...there was something..."

"An unpleasssant experience?"

"A...new one."

"Ah, perhapssss related to the man that came to the front dessssk assssking about you and your family?"

"Yes!"

He shouted it louder than he meant, and immediately dialed his excitement down a few notches. Even so, he smiled, nodding rapidly.

"Yes, that's it, exactly."

"I wondered. He wassss a sssstrange individual, anyway, but he had every right pay a vissssit to the hotel. He sssaid that he heard a call for help, and more, that he ssssenssssed your family here. He wondered where you had gone."

"Who was he?"

"A equine of sssssome sort."

"Equine?" Darren shook his head. Not a great number of those in his memory, but there were a few. None that seemed capable of something like this, though. "What did he look like?"

"Do you mean, what did he look like, or what did he try to look like?"

"...Both."

"He tried to look like a mottled horsssse, like a draft sssstallion, big and powerful. He nearly did, and fooled many. But not Hisssssy." The snake smiled. "I ssssaw the real him. A pearly white unicorn -"

"HIM!?"

The image hit him hard, though he didn't know from where. He saw it clearly, though, a white unicorn crawling out from under a tarp, one that looked utterly bedraggled and tired, and more, wasting away. He remembered that, and then, he remembered more.

Little moments, never more than a flash, but always enough to recognize the unicorn. He saw the other man around the house time and time again, looming over Riche’s shoulder, being there when his father was in the shower, doing all kinds of things with the family and including himself in their private times. The images passed through his mind faster than he could entirely process, including a few when he had been on his hands and knees getting a bit of attention from the stallion from below, and one time when he had walked in to find his father getting his ass fucked by the big unicorn, but as shocking as they were, they felt…normal.

Normal as something so insane could feel, anyway. He stumbled back from the desk, holding his hand to his head.

“Rodrigo,” he muttered. “That’s…that’s Rodrigo.”

“Ah, you know the guesssst?”

“He…isn’t so much a guest, and I didn’t expect him here.”

“Ah. Well, perhapssss we sssshould revoke hisss permisssssion to be here.”

“You - how?”

“The hotel doessss have some ssssmall sssecurity force. It doessss require upper authorization to usssse, however.”

“...I thought -”

“It wassss my idea. Little Hisssssy doesssn’t like to be left alone at the front dessssk.”

Of all the crazy things that he had heard during his visit, the fact that the receptionist for the hotel was the one to put together their own security team was probably the most sane and normal of all. He could count on one hand the number of night clerks that felt completely safe from some of the dangerous people that came through their hotel, and in a place like this with some potentially dangerous fantasies at night, he could only imagine the sort of things that Hissy had seen.

“Let’s…not do that yet, but do get in touch with Dr. Tuomos?”

“Of coursssse. And would you like the guesssst’s location in the meantime?”

“Yes, please.”

“He issssss in a hotel room, playing with a ‘companion.’ A Mr. Lloyd Huff.”

“...Lovely.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Darren is caught by several people in the hotel that trigger a different behavior in him, and nearly gets stuck in a loop of pleasure.

Tags: M/M, Snake, Lizard, Human, Naga, Anthro/Human, Hypnosis, Trigger Phrase, Oral, Coiling, Blowjob, Sucking, Orgasm, Cum, Handjob, Cleaning Up, Series,