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You are a scribe

And a secretary

A messenger

A butler, kind of

Oh, and you open a mean door!

Basically, you're a pair of hands. You do everything a pair of hands can do, because your employer has none

That itself wouldn't be so unusual, seeing as how he's the primary overseer of a lumber yard and such people tend to start out in the yard itself. Stumps and lame limbs are pretty much a staple of former yard workers

But that's not why you're his attendant

“Anon," Master Krosus drawls as the two of you tour the yard. “You have my new designs for the galley hull?"

“Yes, sir," you say, pulling the blueprint from the veritable quiver of scrolls on your back. “You plan to implement it?"

“Yes. The Trademasters have commissioned a new line of ships, fast ones. They want something that can transport fish from deep water fishing sites and return with minimal spoilage. My hull design is more than capable of filling these parameters."

You nod in agreement. You don't actually understand 'hydrodynamics' as he explained it, but he summarized it thus “certain shapes move easier through water than others". That you can understand

The two of you approach the shipwrights as they're putting the finishing touches on a brigantine. You hand the blueprints to the chief shipwright, he thanks Master Krosus, who responds in kind. You see all but the chief wince at his 'accent' and are once again reminded how you don't even hear it anymore

The newbies manning the pulley were hauling a huge segment of unwrought lumber aboard, they allowed themselves to be distracted by their employer's unique presence and mistime a heave, causing the tram to cant to one side. The huge block of wood slides out and plummets to the ground, right on top of the shipwrights. Everyone flinches and attempts to cover their heads with their arms. A loud crash fills the yard and every head jolts up to see the commotion. Looming over the cowering shipwrights is Master Krosus, his huge spike-like limbs lodged deep in the hull of the ship, bracing the giant piece of timber a good three feet over their heads

It's around this point that you feel you should mention that Master Krosus is a Baxxid, a towering creature and well over 1000lbs of muscle and dense armored bone

“Are you alright?" He says, his genuine concern clear to you alone

“Yes. Yes, sir!" The Chief says, eyes still bugging out of his head. “Are you?"

Krosus grunts an affirmative, casting the timber aside like it was nothing. “If you have any questions regarding the design, please, let me know."

The shipwrights nod and you and Master Krosus make your way back to the main office. Behind you the shipwrights viciously chew out the clumsy newbies using the most creatively foul language imaginable. Such is the secret skill of shipwrights, for they are the high-powered hybrids of sailors and carpenters

You walk alongside Master Krosus; he's big, even for a Baxxid, at the top of his elaborately carved bony crest he must be ten feet tall, and his relatively narrow, snake-like body is still about as thick a ship's mast

Needless to say, he's something of a presence in a room, seeing as how he takes up most of one

He slithers over behind his desk and drops down amidst the coils of his body, his massive head hanging over the desktop where dozens of pages lay spread out where he can read them. Being a Baxxid and a smart one at that, he polishes off over a dozen agonizingly thorough contracts and personal correspondences in a matter of minutes, almost like each eye was reading independently

You've been at this long enough to know exactly when he's finished reading, the subtle downward turn of his snout, the movement of his mandibles, the relaxing of his posture, even the layering of his coils, all display hints at what's going on behind that frozen face and shimmering, glassy eyes. Most people have trouble telling how a Baxxid is feeling, but not you. For all you can see, he may as well have a face and be a lousy poker player at that

You step forward and start to gather up all the various bits of paper, shuffling them together in the correct order, separating them into their own piles. As you do you feel a tingle; you've never quite been able to describe just how, but you can always feel when Master Krosus is looking at you. He has no pupils, and his eyes betray about as much as a marble, but you swear you can feel it when his attention is turned to you and you alone

It's your hands

He's watching your hands

Now he's looking at your arms, your chest. You're not spectacularly well built, a little slim if you're being honest, but you get the feeling he doesn't mind

You look up at him, he's reared up on his coils somewhat, head scraping the ceiling. You can see the muscle of his body shift under his thick, armored skin, his powerful limbs tensing as he effortlessly hauls his enormous bulk up. You recall the incident earlier today, how fast he can be, how his imposing size belies his speed, his strength, his power

Your heart begins to race and you're gripped by a strange agitation

Not fear

Not exactly

You're packing up your things and preparing to head home

It's dark out, since you usually work late getting things prepared for the next day

A hand claps you on the shoulder, you jump and spin around, only to see Kieron, one of the indoor shop workers smiling back at you. “Jumpy, Anon?"

He was friendly and approachable, like most of the shop workers. They handle the smaller, more delicate carpentry roles, so they're usually a little more skill and a little less rough. You like to hang out with him

“Still a little wound up… from the accident today," you lie, kind of

“Yeah, I heard about that," Kieron says. “Lucky the Boss was there, huh?"

You nod, your heart starts racing again. “Yes… I'm still surprised that actually happened. Sometimes I almost forget he's a… you know…"

“How?!" Kieron exclaims, before shaking his head and smirking, an odd glint in his eye. “Hey, look. I did some carving work for Miss Pilzney down at the lady-house and they've given me a freebie-pass to any of their shows for me and a friend. Any of them."

You know exactly where he's talking about; it's a brothel, bluntly put, and the kind of place you've never had much interest in. You've never had much interest in women, or men, really, for that matter. Since brothels are typically limited to those two flavors, you've never been much of a patron

In fact, the only reason you know of it at all is because it has a Baxxid bouncer

What?

That's kinda unusual, isn't it? Why else would you notice something like that?

Kieron sees you preparing to decline and steps forward, whispering. “Nah nah, listen. I said 'any show', yeah? Well, see, there's this act they put on that's pretty unique, as in… maybe up your alley?"

You try and figure out just what it is that he's getting at. You relent; it's a nice gesture, and it's not like you're doing anything else tonight. “Free?"

He nods, smiling. “As air."

“Alright," you say, shouldering your bag. “I'm game."

You get there and it's every inch a brothel, just like your mother warned you about, in the Big City there are the 'Paint-ed Women' everywhere, beckoning and tempting. You feel a little out of place here, but Kieron is a friend and he apparently thinks there's something here for you

Hey, you're only paying for your drinks, so it can't be all bad

The bouncer was missing though, you noticed

Be a shame if they fired him or something

“All guests, the show is about to begin," one of the ladies announced, gesturing at the large door on the far side of the room. “If you have not already purchased your tickets, please do so at the front desk. Basic admission is four gold moths."

“Four gold moths?!" You blurt out. “That's a month's pay!"

“For you, maybe, Mr. Handy Man," Kieron grumbles, next to you. “You still in?"

“Did you hear the lady? Four gold moths, I'm saving money by going in there!" You say

Jokes aside, any show asking that much at the door, for standing seats no less, had to be something if not titillating then at least interesting

You take a step inside and find a spot. The room isn't large enough for sitting arrangements, but you swear that there had to be nearly a hundred people in there. There's a clunk and suddenly the center of the room lit up in a cone of light

You gasp at what you see, your eyes bugging out as your mouth hangs open; in the center of the room is a young woman, quite nude, moaning and panting on all fours in front of a large Baxxid, their bodies connected by a huge writhing red mass

Dear god, that's his–

“Huh," Kieron grunts beside you. “So that's where the bouncer went."

You stumble out of the brothel in a daze

The things you have seen

The things you have heard

By God, the things you have *smelled*!

Your heart hammers away in your chest, you can hear the blood in your ears, you're lightheaded

And hard as a rock

You hear footsteps behind you and adroitly tuck your erection into the band of your pants and turn around to see Kieron standing there, looking an uneasy mix of amused and concerned. “You okay?"

“Yeah," you lie, taking a few huffing breaths of air. “Just, uh, needed a bit of fresh air."

Kieron laughs and nods. “I hear you! Wasn't really expecting it to be that intense. Though, I guess it'd be weird if that much spunk didn't stink. It was like an actual bucketful!"

Your heart lurches, a fresh pulse of hot red blood burns in your cheeks as your cock throbs abominably

Kieron notices you face redden and laughs, clapping you on the back. “Ha! Try looking at the Boss the same way again after that!"

You glare at him, smirking. “Was that your plan the whole time?"

“Eh, a bit," he says, shrugging. “Mostly, I just needed a plus one for the show and I figured a quiet guy like you needs the life experience. Just think, you now know what a Baxxid's cock looks like; that's rare information!"

"Cocks," you mutter, staring off into the middle distance. “There were two…"

“See? That's the sort of thing people want to hear about!" Kieron laughs. “Who would have guessed they're hiding a little two-armed octopus down there!"

'Not that little' you almost say before catching yourself. 'Big. BIG. Seriously big, and red and shiny and moving and–'

“Hey!" Kieron says, tapping your shoulder. “Want to meet the players? I hear the girl gives awesome head!"

You're much too confused and frustrated to stay here an instant longer, you need to go home and…clear your head. “You go. I think I've experienced enough life for one night. Thanks, man!"

You shake Kieron's hand and head off down the road, pretending you can't feel his stare on your back, or imagine the knowing grin on his face

You arrive back at your house late at night, hoping that you'll be able to unwind and fall asleep at some point tonight

The next day, at work

You didn't

You yawn and blink as you set about your daily duties, the inside of your head feels like unspun cotton

You set about laying out the documents for Master Krosus, he'll want you to sign them for him today now that he's had a day to pore over the information. You hope he found each of them acceptable, otherwise he'll have you drum up a reply and, likely, a counter-document. The thought of that much brain work in your current state makes you feel a little ill

There's a distinctive knock at the door, more of a pecking sound, really. You open it and Master Krosus wriggles in. He rears up, his forelimbs set wide, long body uncoiled

God, he's huge

He looms over you, your skin prickles as you feel his eyes on you. You feel your face flush red as your heart begins to race. He's even bigger than the Baxxid at the… show, and that Baxxid wasn't exactly small, in any respect. Your traitorous mind flashes back to those long, flexible tendrils, livid claret red and shiny, wet. How they wriggled and probed, how eagerly they had taken what they wanted

You spin around and pretend to fiddle with the documents on the desk, once again having to flip your erect cock up into the band of your pants. This was–this was so… unprofessional!

“Are you alright, Anon?" Krosus drones, leaning forward and peering over your shoulder. “You are a small increment warmer today."

“I'm fine," you lie, turning to face him, instead you find yourself staring at his snake-like body, armor scales and leathery skin shifting over muscle and bone. Your eyes almost immediately dart down to the scales around his hindlimbs, hidden now, but if he were to rear up those scales would split like a clamshell, and his manhood would *pour* out and–and

You stare up at the baxxid towering over you, face red and burning. He stared down at you, taking up so much of the room just by being there, so huge, so dominant, so…

“You're ill!" he exclaims, stooping down to look you over. “Don't worry! I will fetch a doctor! Have a seat and something to drink, I'll be back!"

So cute

“Sir!" You call out as he turns to leave. “I'm fine, sir! I just had a bad night, my humors are out of balance. Nothing a day's work won't fix!"

Krosus turns around, you feel his stare on you, your face tingles, your chest, your… crotch? Suddenly the focus on your crotch intensifies, you shift your pants somewhat, accidentally outlining your erection. His gaze immediately locks onto that before darting off to somewhere else in the room. He straightens up and buzzes something that may have been his attempt at an uncomfortable cough. “Yes. Well… I should like for you to take the day off. Rest and get well, I'll need you next week more than I need you today. Understood?"

You almost muster a denial, but you consider your disheveled state; what could you possibly do today but embarrass and shame yourself in front of your employer? “Yes. sir. Thank you, sir."

You pack up your things and set out the door

“Anon!" Krosus calls out after you

You turn around, he's looking at you, his hind-legs scraping at the wood, crawling forward, almost rearing up. He buzzes and they scurry back. “Nothing, Anon. Get some rest."

“Yes, sir," you say as you leave.

You know exactly where you have to go

Back at the whorehouse

You sit on the bed and drum your fingers on your thighs, still wondering how you've even come to be in this ridiculous situation

The door opens and you jump, sighing in relief as a beautiful red-headed woman enters. The same woman from that accursed show. She sees you and smiles in a warm, practiced way, sashaying over to you before plopping her voluptuous rear on the bed next to you. “A bit tense, darling?"

You sputter something and she giggles, placing a hand on your leg. “No need to be nervous, I don't bite… hard"

Her hand slips down the front of your pants and you shoot to your feet and blurt “Hello my name is Anon, how are you? I mean, what's yours? Your name, I mean! What's your name? …Oh God…"

She watches you embarrass yourself with an amused expression before laughing. “You're named Anon too? So am I! Come to think of it, it would work either way, I guess."

“Yes, like 'Kelly'," you say; she's not the first femAnon you've met.

“Well, call me 'Annie', everyone else does," she says before winking at you. “Or do you want to call me 'Mommy'?

You clear your throat and shake your head. “N-no, I'm not here for that! Sorry, I couldn't think of any other way to talk to you. I'll still pay for your time, I just want to talk."

“Oh," she says, flatly, leaning back on the bed. “Alright, it's gonna be one of these jobs. Okay, tell me about your day."

“Not like that either!" You say, probably too urgently. You dial yourself back some and sit back down next to her. “I wanted to talk to you about your… friend. You know, from the show?"

She eyes you up for a moment before the realization hits, she starts back. “Okay, look, just let me get this out of the way first: we don't do private shows. We did one once and we both agreed 'never again'."

You chuckle, hands up in front of you. “I couldn't afford you two! No, I just want to know… stuff."

“Stuff?" She says, skeptically. “Like, details?"

“Yes!" You nod, inching closer. “I just want to know what it's like? A-and what happens? And-and–"

She raises a hand, smiling wryly. “Okay, okay, I get it. You want to know what to expect. Got an eye on someone?"

You don't answer

“That's cute," she giggles. “You don't have to answer. Okay, so… what do you want to know first?"

You fidget for a bit before mumbling. “How did it happen?"

She sighs and rolls her eyes. “Some asshole from Veracroix's labs set the whole thing up; like you, he just wanted to see a Baxxid's cock in action. After that I got him a job here and we put on a show now and again. Sorry if you were expecting something a little more romantic."

“Oh," you say, a little let down. “So, you're not… you know?"

Annie laughs at this and pats your shoulder. “Pssh! We're not dating or anything! I've got no claim… which is okay, I guess."

“So, other girls do shows with him, too?"

“No!" She says, a little too forcefully. “Uh… I mean, they wouldn't know what to do! It's nothing like having sex with a man. A whole different kettle of fish!"

You sit there, watching her expectantly, she anticipates your question and sighs. “Well, for one it's bigger. Like, a LOT bigger; it comes out and it's like an arm! You've seen it! But its not as bad as you'd think, because it can move and change shape. He's actually pretty handy with that thing! I've seen him open a jar of pickles."

The mental image almost makes you laugh, but the implications of that kind of strength and dexterity makes you blush.

Annie notices and grins. “Yeah. So, it's pretty different. Let me tell you, it's a pretty good time just getting it in, just slowly and surely filling every part of me, poking and prodding all my spots to rev me up, and when he's just stuffed every part he starts to move! I feel every twitch, every wiggle, he just plays my body like a damn harp!"

She's starting to blush too, shifting as she rubs her thighs together. A breathy sound escapes her lips when she remembers what she was doing. Annie clears her throat and sits up straight. “So, uh, you know, expect some weird sensations, the trick is just going with it and let him know what feels good and what doesn't. They're very attentive lovers and they have a great memory. He'll have all your favorite bits mapped out after the second round!"

This was all very informative, but you didn't come here to get all hot and bothered…again. “That's… good to know."

“Oh!" She interrupts, eyes glinting. “A tarp!"

You pause, eyebrow raised. “A tarp?"

“You'll need a tarp," she announced. “Or a tile floor. For when he cums. Because there's literally a more than gallon of the stuff. We measured. That's another great thing about it, either he pops off on you and you get just *covered* in and it's all warm and sticky, it or he cums inside which feels like a someone pouring hot gruel right into your body!"

“You're not making this sound very appealing!" You say, paling somewhat

“Don't knock it 'till you try it!" She chuckles, looking you up and down for a bit. “Is there something else you'd like to know?"

You stare at your shoes, not sure how to process all this. There're elements that you found appealing, certainly, but it all so strange! How could you ever muster up the courage to pursue such a relationship, much less get into the mindset to enjoy it? Maybe this whole thing was just a waste of time?

Annie watches you stare off into space, apparently finding something amusing in your inner strife. “You want to know what the best part is?"

She doesn't wait for your to reply, she leans in closer, her voice low and husky. “It's not his huge cocks or how he can move them around like a masseuse. It's not his skill and attentiveness. It's not even the hot, sticky satisfying mess he makes as he pleasures himself with my body. The best part, the part that really gets me going, is when he rears up on his coils and looms over me like I'm his prey, staring at me with lust so intense I can almost feel his gaze on my skin. There he is, filling up the room, so huge, so powerful, and I'm so small and frail next to him, so vulnerable. Over a thousand pounds is looking at me like I'm water in a desert, bread in a famine; looks at me with passion, with desire, with *want*. And what a thousand pounds wants… a thousand pounds *gets*, and there's nothing I could do about it, even if I wanted to."

You stare at her, your eyes huge and glazed, your face burning red, your heart races, your cock springs to life and strains against your pant leg

You're doing this

You're *SO* doing this

“Yeah, I thought you'd like that!" She says wryly before patting you on the shoulder and holding out her hand. “That'll be five sliver moths. Hey, trade secrets ain't free!"

Back at work

It's the last day in the week and work at the yard is desultory and haphazard

Not that you noticed

You set about your own work, heart racing with anxious energy. What could today bring? You'd already decided that today was the day, the day you made your move. What would he say? How would he react? Would he react? Would he do anything besides shred your clothes and ravish your tiny naked body until you were a senseless, sticky heap?

GOD you hope that's what happens

But you reign yourself in. Master Krosus was a professional, it would not do to distract him with your shameless amorous designs this early in the day

You'd have to wait until at least lunch before opening up to him

Just a few, long, agonizing hours until this reckoning

Fuck

You jump what feels like a foot off the floor as that familiar pecking sound rattles the door on its hinges

You're just glad you didn't scream

You open the door for him, he squirms in way in and stands up straight. You immediately feel his eyes on you. “Feeling better, Anon?"

“Much better, sir," you say, your skin prickles, tingling, not quite itchy. It feels good. His attention feels good

“You still seem a little warm," he says, making his way over to the desk

“Perhaps a little too much meat in my diet, sir, throwing my humors out of balance," you say, hoping he can't tell how out-of-your-mind horny you are. It's far too early for such nonsense

“Hm," he buzzes. “Perhaps."

The day starts off normally, he had to reject six offers and had you draw up counter-proposals for each. You have to say that these were perhaps some of your best work, completing six rough draft counter-proposals in as many hours. It probably helped that instead of writing out the document on the opposite side of the table as you usually do, you brazenly scooted in under his body as he stooped over the desk, writing in his full view. To his eyes it must have seemed like they were his own hands working away, attentive of his every twitch, every gesture, correcting the errors and retractions as you make them. After a while you just can't control yourself and gently, seemingly accidentally, press your rear into the hard scales of his belly. By the sixth counter-proposal he's the one pressing into you, pushing you forward on the desk

“Anon," he says, abruptly pulling away from you

“Sir?" You say, turning to face him, looking up at his huge glassy eyes, his mandibles twitching in agitation, powerful jaws clicking together with some emotion you've never seen before, but you can guess

The prickling on your skin is now focused like a sunlight through a lens, all focused on your…hands?

“I don't know how to ask this but…" he says, body language broadcasting nervousness and hesitance in waves before he steels himself. “Could you… touch me? With your hands?"

You blink a few times in surprise, his demeanor suggests he's in a delicate state right now, any hesitation on your part could make him retreat. “Where would you like me to touch you, sir?"

He clicks anxiously, he's faltering. You decide to take the initiative and step forward setting your hands on the leathery sides of his trunk. He honks in adorable surprise as you press yourself against his body, hands rubbing up and down his flanks. His muscles tense, his body is hard like a tree trunk, so much so he doesn't even feel alive until he moves and that solid mass shifts beneath your fingers, the sheer power you feel in his coils makes you breathe hard. Your fingers dig into and caress his thick, tough hide. It's actually much softer than you thought it would be, pliable and almost fuzzy, like old worn leather. Your hands reach up and trace his arms, caressing the smooth bony carapace and tough pliable joints in between, squeezing to feel the hard tendinous muscle within. You press your face against his belly as you push yourself into him, almost straddling him, you want so badly to be with him, to be part of him, to have some of that immense strength take you and do with you as it will

“My…" he buzzes, excitedly. “My face. Touch my face."

You start to reach when he rears up on his hind limbs, his body slips in between your legs and lifts you clean off the ground until you're face-to-face with him. You smile softly and gently grab his mandibles, stroking them tenderly. You trace every feature, every bump of his armored snout, cupping his jaw tenderly as you rub your cheek against his

He makes a few strange buzzing sounds you recognize as needful pants. His eyes burning into yours, gleaming with passion. “Human hands are so beautiful. So soft, so delicate, so… powerful. What I would give for such wondrous things. I see hands at work all day. Making, crafting, but yours are the most exquisite. The way you write, the way you draw, even the way you fidget with them when you're nervous; you are so beautiful, and I am blessed to see you as much as I do"

“Would you like to see more of me?" You say, staring into his fore-most eyes, smirking. “I can show you what my hands can really do."

You reach down to the scales between his hind legs, rubbing with a measured amount of pressure, tracing the seam between those two particular plates with your middle finger. He rumbles like a slumbering volcano, awakening and brimming with ancient throbbing lust

The seam begins to split, you feel the first ridge of hot, red flesh press out and against your fingertip

It's happening!

“Nnnno! We caaaan't!" He says, drawing out his speech even more than his accent normally does, his reluctance to halt dripping from every syllable. You open your mouth to protest when he interrupts “Not here! Not here. I just had the floors refinished. And there will be a bit of a… mess."

Your heart races as he lets you down and trots off towards the door, he looks back at you. “We're leaving early. My place is better equipped and much more private. Come."

“Yes, sir!" You say, not caring how pathetically eager you sound. “I will, sir!"

You've never been under The Teeth before

The huge, hollow limestone monolith that serve as the Trademaster's fortress towers over Val Salia, casting the city in both a figurative and literal shadow

Underneath this impressive structure is the Baxxid catacombs, a vast array of tunnels and hollows that serve as the Baxxid's living space. The two of you hurry your way through the The Teeth. You find yourself furtively glancing at the humans you pass, waiting for them to stare and talk amongst themselves, as though they could sense that you're violating some unwritten natural law

But they don't. In fact, they don't seem to question that a large, important looking Baxxid like Krosus would have a slender, pretty, well-dressed young man with a deferential mien following closely behind him. It occurs to you as you approach the Baxxid habitat that most important-looking Baxxid have human attendants. A status symbol of some kind?

Whatever

Deep underground now, everything is cast in the strange soft glow of the phosphorescent fungi dotting the walls and ceiling. There are Baxxid everywhere. They regard Krosus with familiarity in their own language, only to do a comical kind of double take upon seeing you. Their questions seem to cause Krosus some kind of consternation, as he sweeps you closer to him with a claw

You'd have to ask him about that

You know

Later

You arrive at his place, it's a hole in the wall

Literally

A circular cave some ten feet wide but only a few deep before terminating in a solid stone wall. Krosus jabs a spike into a carved out notch in the cave wall and, in a series of levering motions, moves it aside with a low grinding sound. Turns out the wall was actually a roughly carved stone disc placed in a groove to act like a door, rolled into place by the inhabitant

Thing must weigh an actual ton

You step inside his quarters and find it to be sparsely appointed, with only a few shelves dug out of the walls and a stuffed leather pad as a bed, but what also appears to be a trough of running water

You hear the door grind shut behind you and, reminded of why you are here, immediately strip out of your clothes

The cave air is cool but your skin is burning, hot heady lust throbs in every part of your body. You've been hard since the lumberyard and now your erection stands proud, twitching in the brisk cave air

You turn around and face him, your master. The shadows cast by the bluish light cast his huge shape half in darkness, making him appear even larger, more menacing

He looks incredible

He looks surprised, no doubt caught off guard by your sudden nudity. His eyes dance over you, drinking you in, jaws chattering and mandibles twitching he lurches across the room at you, wordlessly rearing up on his hind legs

The time for talk is over

You reach out and touch the scales, stroking and caressing them. They split open almost audibly and a bubble shiny red flesh bulges out from between them. Just the one for now, you'll have to do a good job if you want to see the second. It spills out almost impatiently, a foot-and-a-half four inch-thick crimson pillar that reaches out for a moment before seizing your arm, coiling around it like a python. You gasp at the heat, the strength, it's actually pulling you forward

“Hands," he demands, tersely

You comply, grasping it with both hands and stroking it gently up and down. You can't even encircle it with your fingers but your grip is firm. A clear, slick slime begins to exude from its surface, coating your fingers in a slippery film. He growls in appreciation and his cock extends, you feel the strange muscles within become pliable but still rigid. Over three feet long and much thinner now, his cock reaches out and touches your chest, it reaches up over your shoulder and hooks around your back, pulling you even closer to him. It's all over you now, avidly exploring your body, coating your naked skin in hot, sticky slime

You reach down and start stroking your cock, his warm slime lending a wonderful slickness to your hand. Krosus clicks in disapproval, his tentacle swiping down at your hand as you try to tend to your needs

“Hands on me," he chides. “Not yourself."

You utter a shuddering gasp as the base of his cock loops in on itself and descends on your shaft, completely enveloping it in hot, sticky, muscular coils. He squeezes hard, like a snake strangling its prey, undulating up and down, squeezing and stroking, making lewd, slick noises as it chokes your cock in wet heavenly heat and pressure

You obediently grab his cock and press it against your body, hugging it to your chest and belly. It wriggles desperately, savoring your soft, smooth skin, coating your entire torso in clear, musky slime. You squeeze and rub, making use of your fingers as you hug his long, wriggling organ.

“Your body is so soft and smooth," he drones softly overhead. “Your hands feel so good, Anon."

You look up at him as he looms over you, his eyes glittering overhead in the low light, practically glowing with desire. He's practically leaning over you, eclipsing your entire world with his bulk. Your heart hammers in your chest and your eyes glaze as pressure builds in your groin, your hips buck into his grasp, he spares an extra few inches to reach down and ensnare your balls, kneading and massaging them as you approach your climax. Your legs buckle and you cry out, thrusting your cock into his, white ropey strands of cum spurt out the top of the layered pile of slick undulating red pulsating on your lap. You moan and pant as the aftershocks seize your body, thrusting spasmodically as white flashes pop behind your eyes

You lean in and prop yourself up against him, sweaty, slimy face pressed against hard dry scales. You just pant and tremble for a moment, sure to keep hugging and caressing his dick, though in a dazed, uncoordinated manner: you've never cum so hard in your life!

You feel him snake up your neck and trace your chin, the blunt, shiny tip brushing over your lips in an unmistakably affectionate gesture. “Are you okay?"

You look up and smile at him, face flush and aglow, you grab his tip and carefully but assertively stick it in your mouth. He wheezes and stoops forward as your tongue wraps around his member and you begin to suck. Instinctively, more of his cock rushes in, filling your mouth. The tip probes the back of your mouth and you gag, but before you can pull away over a foot and a half of cock rushes down your throat. You lurch forward and cough, his dick prying apart your jaw as it reaches deep into your body, wriggling deep inside your chest as it pokes at your stomach. You can't breathe!

And you're hard again!

It's too much and you pull back, his cock withdrawing from your throat and mouth with a gush of clear mucus. You collapse to the floor, coughing and gagging. Krosus gasps and starts forward, stooping down to look at you. “I'm sorry! I got carried away! Are you alright?"

You smile and nod, still coughing and spitting. You crane up and give him a little peck on the snout

He snorts and withdraws, turning away from you and loosing a series of staccato bass notes: a flustered giggle

You crawl forward and grab his cock, taking a deep breathe as you slowly and gently place the tip back into your mouth. He buzzes and rumbles, his whole body shuddering in pleasure, from your point of view a Baxxid shivering looks like a small earthquake. You start forward, swallowing as much of him as you can, your jaw pried painfully apart as you work your way down. He elongates and thins himself, flowing down your throat like before, only more controlled and less frenzied. You start to run out of breath again and pull back when you feel him change shape inside you, you instinctively try to gasp and are surprised to find air filling your lungs

“Does that work?" He chitters, softly. “Are you okay?"

You look up at him and wink, smiling best you could around your mouthful. You grab the rest with your hands and start to stroke. Your mouth works in tandem with your hands as you work the underside with your tongue and start trying to swallow around his huge organ as it stretches out your throat

It seems to be working, as he starts to buzz and drone, jaws grinding together like millstones. He shifts and undulates inside you, pulsing and bunching but always careful to keep your airway clear. Your hands glide up and down his thick length, his clear, slippery slime now coating your hands and dripping down your arms like warm honey, dripping down your chin and onto your already-coated chest, belly, and groin. He stamps his spike onto the ground around you, leaning his massive weight forward

That's when you see it

His second cock exudes from beneath the other, dripping long ropy strands of clear fluid. On instinct you pull the larger tentacle from your mouth, almost immediately missing huge warm presence in your body, but comforted that the sensation of emptiness won't last long

You take the smaller second one into your mouth and take it down to the base, deep down your throat. This one seems less dextrous as his other one, as such you have to hold your breath, but you don't mind. His huge primary dick sits on your face, eclipsing it completely, drowning your breaths in heavy musk, it spills over the top of your head and down your neck and onto your back, wrapping back over your shoulder and under your chin, holding your head in place. He was now stooping over you, snorting and stamping like a bull. You felt it before it actually came, a strange sort of tremor as some huge powerful muscle within him spasmed and contracted

The first rush came in a single pulse directly into your stomach, and then came another, and another

You're starting to run out of room down there

You gurgle in surprise and try to pull back, only to have his other dick clamp down around your head, encircling it and holding you in place

You're start to run out of air

It dawns on you that this might have been a mistake

You begin to panic a little and push against his belly, gurgling urgently

You look up at him with what you're sure is sheer terror in your eyes, he's staring at the ceiling, snorting and rumbling, lost in sensation

Your heart races as black spots flash behind your eyes, he's going to kill you!

He's so powerful he could, and might, accidentally kill you with his orgasm!

Your cock stands proud and twitches

Krosus looks down and sees your purple face buried in his crotch, feebly pushing against his scales

With an alarmed buzz he lets go of your head and pulls back, his gushing cock squelches from your throat along with a geyser of thick, gruel-like spunk

You stoop forward and a torrent of jizz streams from your mouth as stream after hot sticky stream splatters on your neck and back . Airway clear, you rear back up and gasp greedily for air. Krosus' climaxing cock paints your upturned face, chest, and belly in scalding white until you're absolutely covered

Your head is spinning, a rush of oxygenated blood ignites the adrenaline in your veins, setting your brain alight. It's all too much, the hot spunk on your body, the pulsing in your head, the smell that now hangs thick in the air that you're gulping in huge trout-like gasps

You utter a short, choked cry as your cock twitches and tenses, spurting a comparatively pathetic few strands of cum, lost in the pool on the floor around you

That was incredible

“Anon! Anon, are you okay?" Krosus drones from somewhere

You're going to take a little nap now

You're dimly aware of the clunk your skull makes as it bounces on the hard stone floor

It takes some time to get clean again, but you're finally getting the last of it off of you. The water in his trough is cold as hell, though

“I'm so sorry, Anon," he says, fretting. “I-I should not have been so careless! I could have–"

You stand up and silence him with a peck on the beak, causing him to make what you can only describe as a flustered squeak. “It's okay. That was everything I wanted."

“Truly?"

You nod, standing up and wrapping your arms around his immense trunk. “You were amazing."

He chuffed and stamped, gently looping a spike around your back. “I'm so… honored to hear you say that. I am humbled by your approval… are you ready to go again?"

You almost laugh out loud, your cock springing to attention. “You tell me… sir~"

Some time later

The shipyard was bustling, the new hulls were ready to launch. The riggers and shipwrights were busy fussing over the minutiae as the new fleet of faster, deep-hulled fisher ships prepared to make all the right people a lot of money

Master Krosus and you stand at the head of the crowd, watching nervously. The first vessel is blessed by all the usual rituals, a bottle of blood-red wine is shattered against her hull, and the chocks are pulled. The ship rolled along logs down to the water with a curious grace, the new hull design already showing its advantages. The tether lines whipped taut and the ship was afloat…

…And stayed afloat

A cheer went up from the crowd, hands were shaken. The Sea Guild approach Krosus, bowing and clapping. “First hurdle vaulted, Master Krosus, congratulations!"

"Time will tell if the new design is truly seaworthy," Krosus says, bowing shallowly. “However, should my calculations are correct, these ships will be the dawn of a new day for Val Salia. The sea's bounty will be ours to harness more fully than any other city."

“Too true!" Barks a council member. “Should these vessels prove fast enough to pre-empt spoilage, I have it on good authority that the navy and mercantile fleets are also interested. Master Krosus, I certainly hope you have a patent codified!"

“Indeed," says Krosus, nodding to you. “A more comprehensive legal document you will never find. My precious aide is the best there is."

You step forward and hand the council member the scroll, bowing before retaking you place at your master's side

“A celebration is in order," Krosus says, his whispers more like an infrasonic hum in your ears and yours alone. “You are prepared?"

You smirk and look up at him. “I've been practicing. We won't need to scrub the floors this time."

Krosus grumbles and looses a lustful rumble, meaningless to anyone else present, but your eyes spot the scales on his belly bulge outward noticeably

It's going to be one hell of a celebration tonight.