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In the shadowed depths of the undercity lies a brothel unlike any other, where illicit desires intertwine with consequential secrets. Ethan, a brothel employee bound by debt, works to keep his head above water in a world where survival demands more than just money—it demands loyalty, silence, and even sacrifice.

When a mysterious new client, a drake named Pyyrhos crosses the threshold, Ethan is drawn into a dangerous web of allure and peril deep within the brothel's walls. With Pyyrhos hiding a truth that could shatter the delicate balance of their world, Ethan must navigate treacherous waters to protect himself, his friends, and the integrity of the culture around him.

In a world where security is scarce and freedom is rarer still, Of Scales and Secrets is a tale of forbidden connections, unspoken truths, and the choices that bind—or break—us.

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The dark scaled drake lowered the blinds just after his office door shut. “Please, have a seat," he said, to which the light scaled drake in the center of the room quickly obliged.

Theraxys turned, taking his place behind his desk, setting a small scroll and golden token his host had given him held atop the polished wood. As he too sat, he looked over the drake before him; already the clashing of cultures was apparent. Theraxys sat slouched behind his desk, his tail sliding along the ground without obvious direction. In contrast, the drake before him sat upright almost at attention. His forelegs were straight, and his tail curled around his seated position as if it were scared to stray too far from his body. His scales were pale blue under the incandescent bulbs from overhead, clean too. As such, Theraxys had a hard time picking up his scent over the poorly circulated office air, though he was able to catch a whiff of the leather pouch that draped over the drake's shoulder.

A city drake, no doubt.

Theraxys continued to smile, eager to see where the conversation would go. It wasn't the first time he had to navigate murky waters when dealing with new customers.

The drake returned a smile, faint, yet confident.

The drake knew what went on behind these walls, Theraxys could tell. The real question was: How? He would have to play this carefully. The drake knows. He thought to himself. Something else too—shown but not told—a faint glimmer in the drake's brown eyes. They may know I know…

Theraxys reached for the scroll. Wasting no time, he removed the paper and unfurled it, reading the notes that had been written down. The faint buzzing of the bulbs cut through the room more prevalently between the brief silence.

“Pyyrhos…" Theraxys started, looking up briefly to eye the drake, “…welcome to my brothel."

“Thank you. Theraxys, was it?" Pyyrhos asked to which the drake opposite of him nodded in affirmation. He continued, “I must admit, I'm quite excited to be here."

“Well, I imagine as such. This is the only place, city or undercity, where such an opportunity is offered," Theraxys said, careful of his word choice. Still, his voice was emphatic, though slightly challenging. He watched for Pyyrhos's reaction. His muzzle crinkled slightly but quickly returned to its normal structure.

Theraxys's eyes narrowed as he studied the drake's subtle changes in stature, just enough not to raise suspicion, “I admit, it's rare we get city folk familiar with our… services. As a matter of fact, you're my first client from the city. I have to ask: how did you hear about us?"

Pyyrhos looked over himself, noticing his posture, but not changing it. “Word of mouth."

“Hm." Theraxys hummed, pausing just for a second. He took a long breath, and the smell of the undercity filled his snout. He was pressing the drake too hard; he figured he had to back off before he spooked the drake too early. He turned his attention back to the paper, “It says here that you're looking to meet with one of my male escorts, no one in particular."

The drake's tail thrummed against the ground softly, “That's right."

“And what sort of service are you looking for tonight?" Theraxys continued.

“Actually, I was hoping you could tell me what you offer," Pyyrhos suggested.

Theraxys leaned back down into his slouched position from earlier, “Well that depends on you primarily, what you are and what you seek. Obviously, there are rules in place to protect my staff, but you're not the biggest drake that's walked in here and asked the same question, so all services are available to you, assuming rules are followed."

“Which are?" Pyyrhos asked with a curious lilt.

Theraxys quickly responded having memorized the list perfectly, he was the one who made it after all, “No marking my escorts, at least not permanent marks. Payment is upfront, always in full. No contacting staff outside of operation hours unless it's regarding a reservation. Last and perhaps most importantly, no discussion of services whatsoever outside of this building."

Pyyrhos nodded, “Shouldn't be a problem."

“Great, would you like to see my inventory?" The brothel owner asked with a smile.

Finally, the posture of the drake relaxed to a noticeable degree. “I would."

Theraxys sat himself upright and reached an arm towards his file cabinet. The bearings whined slightly as the door slid open. He quickly flipped through some folders before picking one out labeled: “Human, Male Matching".

Theraxys placed the file atop the desk and presented it to Pyyrhos. The pale-scaled drake curled his neck as he brought a claw to the file and flipped the page. Immediately one could view the listings of male human escorts, their hourly rates, physical characteristics, history, and a load more information any potential client would want to know. The drake flipped to the next page.

“As far as male-male staffing, only three are working tonight. Luke, Ryan, and Damian. Luke and Ryan are brothers, twins even, and Damian is one of our most tenured. As such, his rate is a touch higher."

“Cost is not an issue," Pyyrhos informed while looking over all the information. “And what about him?" He asked whilst tapping a claw on the picture of another staff member unnamed by Theraxys.

Theraxys squinted his eyes as he looked over the profile, “That's Paul. He is a specialist; easily my most expensive in the male-male category at $800 an hour, but he's not working tonight. He's back on the floor tomorrow, however, if you'd like to make a reservation."

“No, that won't be necessary. Do you have any other options? Anything better?" Pyyrhos asked, seating himself back at attention, an unimpressed look on his muzzle.

Theraxys was taken aback a moment but quickly recovered. He couldn't remember a time when a client had outright refused his listings, “No, this is my inventory tonight."

The drake dropped his head a moment, “Hm… I see."

Theraxys laughed quietly, somewhat in shock. “I can assure you that all of my escorts would be eager and willing to indulge any and all of your desires."

Pyyrhos looked back up to Theraxys, his faint smile reappearing, “And what if I said I didn't want someone who was so eager and willing?" He said with a voice that had dropped an entire octave lower.

***

Ethan idly stood at his post. Silently he flicked his pen up and down the slanted desk. Occasionally, light from the bulbs that lined the glossy black walls would reflect from the metal shape of the pen, casting soft yellow streaks that danced across the paper as the pen rolled.

The night had been slow, painfully slow even. Ethan's shift started nearly four hours ago and only three customers had come in: well, only three clients. There were always customers in sex work, but it was an unusually slow night client-side. Ethan looked at the clock, sighing as he did, nearly three in the morning. Just two more hours.

Something curled around his leg following the sigh, “What's wrong?" A soft, feminine voice asked. Ethan turned, looking into the soft amber eyes of his scaly hostess companion. “Huh? Oh, nothing… just tired is all."

Ethan quickly found himself smiling as her natural iridescence split the yellow light into different hues. She has such beautiful scales.

He watched as the navy-purple scales—glowing softly of gold—that lined her jaw contorted to form a playful smile, “Ha, you're always tired! Tired of working, tired of rude customers, tired of cleaning up dragon cum…" Aurelith said in a mocking tone, hardly making any restraint in her word choice. Such talk flowed freely between the two. They worked in a brothel after all.

Before Ethan could reply with an equally vulgar comment, Aurelith snickered and buried her snout into his side, forcing him to stand upright from his formerly slouched stature over the desk. She pulled away slightly and offered a playful tease, “Tired of me?"

He replied by offering his own quiet laugh while pushing her muzzle away with a free hand. “I could never get tired of you. You're the only reason I come in to work in the first place," Ethan playfully replied.

Aurelith's eyes narrowed as she upped her teasing to a taunt, “And here I thought you only worked here because you owe my dad money." Aurelith's tail tightened slightly around Ethan's leg.

Ethan turned, eyeing the relatively small dragon. Ethan scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Yeah, that too." Ethan then turned back to be facing forward, only slightly offended. Aurelith was masterful at getting under his skin.

It was a mix of both, Ethan thought to himself; if a mix was 99% because he owed money. Life in the undercity was no joke; debts, alcohol, drugs, and sex flowed freely. Few individuals survived by playing fairly, and it was the majority that find themselves struggling to keep their heads above water. Ethan was no different.

After some poor choices, he had found himself indebted to Aurelith's father, Theraxys, the brothel keeper. Luckily for Ethan, he had befriended Aurelith well before tempers flared, and it was Aurelith who vouched for Ethan, suggesting he could work to pay off his debts instead.

So that's what Ethan did and has been doing for the better part of the year. There was a long way to go before his debt would be paid off, but it kept him alive and in good relation with Theraxys, which was the brunt of his concerns.

As far as the work went, it was relatively straightforward. He worked as a host and a little more, greeting customers as they came in, setting up meetings between clients and Theraxys, and cleaning and restoring rooms after use. The last task left room to be desired, which was why Aurelith made the comment she did as Ethan always complained about it, but at least he wasn't in his previous position.

Ethan, when he first started, was actually in rotation, albeit as a reserve. He would only court clients if the primary staff was booked­—­they were short-staffed in general—or if a client requested a group session. He got through three sessions: two group sessions and one solo mission. Ethan remembered the solo endeavor well. It wasn't truly a solo effort, but the client requested that the reserve, a.k.a. Ethan joined them as a viewer. If people liked being watched, who was he to judge?

It wasn't until after the session that a coworker of his, a pink-scaled dragoness, tended to Ethan directly. The attention was nice, he recalled. He also remembered that she gave him head, that was also nice. Her name was Serafine, and she still worked at the brothel, she even winked at Ethan every time they crossed paths. She was actually working tonight and had a reservation with one of her regulars. Xavier was his name; he came in perhaps an hour and a half ago.

This brought up another aspect of Ethan's life working in a brothel: the difference between customer and client. Theraxys's brothel was highly, highly illegal. It was so illegal that if the true nature of the establishment were to be discovered, each and every employee, regardless of role, would be imprisoned. Brothels themselves weren't illegal, frowned upon, sure, but legal in the eyes of the city. What was illegal, however, was crossbreeding. That was strictly prohibited everywhere, but it found a foothold in the undercity where such law was hard to enforce.

Humans and dragons: free to indulge each other, far from wandering eyes. It didn't matter if you were a drake, wyvern, dragon, human, male, female, or anything else of the sort — if you had the money, this brothel had a service.

On the surface, the bordello was a dragon-on-dragon or human-on-human establishment, but of course, that wasn't the whole story. Customers were the ones who came for their own species, the ones who were unaware. Clients, however, knew the game, and games have rules. There were plenty of rules that went into protecting staff members from clients, plenty of rules protecting the establishment as well, there were rules to follow when not on property, and of course, there were rules to get into the property.

This was the role of Ethan now, his and Aurelith's. On the surface he was a host, but underneath he controlled the traffic. It was simple, too; perhaps even easier than being a generic host. The building had one entrance and one exit. To even get into the building you need to get by the bouncers out front. Once cleared, only one customer or client would be allowed to the host stand at a time; this is where things get interesting for Ethan.

There was a system in place for Ethan to filter through customers and clients, both a verbal passkey and a physical one. Ethan would ask, 'Do you wish to request anyone this evening?' To which the client would give a name. The name was the passkey and is dynamic. Tonight's name for example was 'Whitewillow.' Whitewillow, or whatever name was on rotation, of course, did not exist. There was also a fail-safe if a customer somehow mixed up a name: Ethan would ask 'And what services are you seeking tonight?', and the only correct response was 'Something of consequence.'

The second way to be known as a client was with a token. This token was an automatic bypass. As such, one did not need to know the verbal passkey. Because of this, only ten tokens were in circulation. At the current time, the tokens belong to seven humans and three dragons, and as a matter of fact, Ethan was required to know at all times who possessed a token.

If you had a token, it was valid for one year before it would be auctioned to another buyer, though you could buy it back as many times as you wanted. Any customer could be a client, you just had to know how to get in or have the money to do so.

Footsteps began to arise from behind Ethan and Aurelith. He turned to see Xavier slowly strolling down the length of the hallway. He wore a blazer and some dress pants; typical of him as he was always well dressed despite the undercity's very low standards.

“Was everything to your satisfaction tonight, Xavier?" Aurelith asked, now in her working voice.

Xavier nodded before emphatically replying, “Why yes, Miss Aurelith, tell Serafine I'll see her next week."

Xavier reached the host stand and extended his hand towards Ethan who instinctively reached into the host stand to pull out the token, letting it then fall into the palm of the client.

“Thanks, Ethan," Xavier said with a nod, acknowledging his presence.

Xavier continued his steady walk down the hallway and out the exit door. When he slipped outside, the noise from the undercity made its way into the brothel before silencing again as the door sealed shut.

Ethan turned his attention back to amusing himself with the pen, twirling it between his fingers and the host stand. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Aurelith staring slyly at him.

“What?" Ethan asked, unsure why Aure was grinning like that.

“I overheard something from my dad the other day about Xavier," Aurelith said, her voice dropping to a whisper as her cheeks puffed from restrained amusement.

Ethan's eyes widened for a moment, he did love some gossip and drama after all, “Do tell."

“Okay, keep this between us, but…" Aurelith turned her head to make sure no one was looking before continuing. “…but Serafine apparently swallows Xavier during every session," she revealed.

Ethan straightened, “What! You're kidding."

Aurelith threw a paw at his face as if trying to silence him, “I said shh!"

Ethan nodded his understanding. He let his own voice fall to a whisper, “I would never have taken Xavier to be a voraphile."

“Right? I guess it goes to show that everyone has their secrets," She said while insistently nudging her shoulder into Ethan's side. Immediately he knew what she was hinting at.

“Aure, why do you even say such things, here of all places?" Ethan said sharply, his voice still quiet.

The drake smiled softly, “Say what?"

The hostess was obviously being playful, but she had a sadistic sense for playing with fire, most often at her friend's expense. “Aure, I'm not playing this game again. You always get me to say something stupid." Ethan said confidently as he shook his head and turned away.

Aurelith giggled, “You do that yourself, last time you said…" the drake then threw herself on her hindlegs, rising to be a biped for a moment as she dropped her voice trying to imitate Ethan's, “…if your dad found out I was banging his dau-."

That was all Aurelith could get out before Ethan jumped and clamped his hands down over her jaws, pressing them shut. After pulling her down onto all fours, he then reached for and grabbed the horns on her skull, which she hated very much, “Aure, please, for the love of your gods and mine, stop talking."

Aurelith playfully nipped at Ethan's arm, to which Ethan dodged out of the way. Ethan leaned in real close to Aure's snout, “Keep this up and I'm not walking you home tonight."

After another second of half-hearted struggle, Aurelith finally surrendered, but not before swiping a soft lick across Ethan's mouth and nose. Ethan withdrew his hands from Aurelith's black horns and wiped away the thin layer of spit, groaning in mild annoyance. He wiped his face on his sleeve, and as he did, noise from the undercity filled the surrounding air once more as the door again opened. “Drake." Aurelith informed, before backing away from the host stand a predetermined distance.

Ethan straightened himself in preparation for a greeting. The general rule was humans greeted dragons, and dragons greeted humans, hence why both Aure and Ethan manned the host stand. This way, Theraxys figured it to boost revenue between clients; customers he was less concerned for.

The drake walked the length of the hallway, and Ethan immediately picked up a few things about them based solely on their gait.

First of all, they walked properly. Not that others didn't, but it was a noticeable trademark of those from the city. This wasn't anything new, as city folk have secrets too, and sometimes they want nights away from their mates to seek out their desires.

Immediately Ethan mentally prepared himself to greet a customer, not a client.

Eventually, the drake neared the host stand and steadily its features became more present. They were average size, maybe 15-20 feet or so from head to tail. They had yellow-colored scales that shone golden in the lighting. Their eyes were a dark brown, and their rectangular-shaped head had a few horn nubs that lined its jaw, and then a handful of full-sized horns around the back of its skull. In short, they were a nice-looking dragon, and Ethan figured the staff would enjoy their time with them, whatever their desires might be.

“Good evening," Ethan spoke, his voice professional like.

“Hello." The drake replied in a tone high pitched for a drake, but noticeably masculine.

“Have you stayed with us before?" Ethan already knew the answer, but he usually stayed to his script, which included the question.

“No, this is my first time." The drake replied with his voice amped, carrying an underlying excitement.

Ethan continued along his script, “And are you looking to stay with anyone in particular tonight?"

The drake shook his head, “No."

The drake was a customer, so the fail-safe question was unnecessary.

Ethan pulled free a fresh page of paper. “Name?"

“Pyyrhos," the drake said, “with an O."

Ethan paused. The Greek name for fire? Immediately Ethan figured the name to be an alias. Fake names weren't uncommon in customers, but typically, people were more creative than that. Ethan kept the note in the back of his mind.

“And your name?" The drake abruptly asked as Ethan was still busy scribbling down information.

Ethan paused, hesitating at the fact that no customer had ever asked for his name. “Ethan." The human said somewhat defensively.

“It's nice to meet you, Ethan." The drake continued.

Ethan shook his head and continued to write down the drake's name, alias or not, and identifying features for the not yet decided escort. “Gender?" Ethan continued, already writing down male.

“Male." The drake mentioned.

“Sexual preferences?" Ethan questioned.

“Also male." The drake said, his confidence unwavering.

Ethan wrote down a few more notes and picked out an escort based on the drake's preferences. Titan, Ethan figured; he was always up for a good rut. Ethan then rolled the page up and put it into the canister before turning and handing it to the hostess at his side. “You can follow Aurelith. Titan will be taking care of you to-," Ethan said aloud as he turned back to the drake.

At the far edge of the host stand was Pyyrhos's paw, and within it rested a golden coin, a token to exact. Ethan froze, alarm bells going off in his head. Two things: The first thing was that typically, a token was to be presented when the passkey phrase was asked, as the clients were instructed to follow the script, too. The second thing, and more importantly, Ethan knew the names and faces of each token holder. The drake in front of him was NOT one of them.

The human looked up at the drake, and the drake idly stared back but with a toothy smirk threatening to take shape on his muzzle. Subtle twitching in the drake's eyes told Ethan that an imposter stood before him, not that he needed that extra layer of confirmation.

Ethan smiled, he had to after all, and quietly grabbed the coin, placing it into his pocket rather than its housing within the host stand. While his hand was concealed from the drake's wandering eyes, he pushed a silent alarm button that lit a small bulb in Theraxys's office.

Such a situation had been discussed before, but Ethan had never been truly trained in it. Thus, he resorted to his usual script with token holders and moved to lead Pyyrhos to Theraxys. This time, however, his boss would know a threat was coming.

Ethan turned and took the seal from Aurelith, giving her a knowing glare. He looked over his shoulder out to the drake, “You may follow me, Theraxys will see you now."

Ethan and Pyyrhos walked along the hallway and eventually down the primary bend that led back into the office area. Just past the office area were the VIP rooms which were most commonly held for interspecies relations. Thankfully, there were no sessions actively happening, as Xavier had just left, so there was no need to go on lockdown.

As Ethan turned the last corner, Theraxys, a drake of navy blue scales, was already there waiting, a warm smile attached to his muzzle. He looked how he normally would when greeting a client. “Ah, Ethan, I see you've brought me a new face tonight. How exciting!" The owner said, his deep voice bouncing slightly off the walls.

Ethan saw right through his smile though; he knew Theraxys was on high alert.

Ethan reached Theraxys and gave him the scroll, along with the coin. This immediately told Theraxys that one of his client's coins had somehow ended up in the drake's claws. How, he did not know, but this instant was the most vulnerable the bordello had been since it opened.

“Thank you, Ethan, I'll take it from here. If you don't mind, could you reset room two please?" Theraxys warmly suggested while pointing a finger.

Ethan nodded, and behind him, his boss led Pyyrhos into his office. The human heard the door click shut, and as he turned to get one last glance, the blinds were already being lowered. He sighed, relieved the mystery drake was no longer his concern. and confident that Theraxys would deal with him appropriately.

***

“Excuse me?" Theraxys asked, caught completely off guard.

Pyyrhos's faint smile grew to be a devious grin, and his claws tapped into the tiled floor. “I just like it when they're apprehensive, hesitant about what's to come." The drake paused for dramatics, “It makes the moment when they eventually submit to me all the sweeter. You don't have anyone like that?"

Theraxys waited a moment as he considered his next move. Surely Pyyrhos wasn't serious. What kind of operation does he think I run? He brothel-keeper stiffened, “Look, I-" he started before being cut off.

“What about the host? Ethan." Pyyrhos asked flatly.

Theraxys found a growl beginning to form in his throat, “What about him?"

Pyyrhos remained ominously relaxed, “What's his rate?"

Theraxys own nails dug into his scales as he took a swallow, stifling the growl for the time being. “He's not on the floor; he doesn't have a rate."

“Give him one." Pyyrhos said, his smile gone. His eyes and ominous stillness told Theraxys that he was completely serious.

Theraxys simply stared at Pyyrhos, doing his best to look past his eyes and at his true intentions. While they tended to waver, he could never pinpoint what it was that the drake was truly looking for. He knew he couldn't challenge the drake still, perhaps if he played along, he could make the drake dig himself into a hole. Then maybe he could pick up on something worth value.

“Ethan is a bit of a special case, there would be a significant upcharge," Theraxys replied, a feigned smile now pressed against his muzzle.

Pyyrhos listened carefully, absorbing everything the dark-scaled drake in front of him was saying, “As I said, cost is not an issue. Though you've piqued my curiosity. What makes him a special case?"

“Well, Ethan is indebted to me; as such, he's very valuable to me," Theraxys informed Pyyrhos. In his mind, it was the truth, too; he was owed far too much to let some random drake have their way with him.

Pyyrhos nodded, “And how much does he owe?"

“That business is between him and me… but you'd be looking at a minimum of twice to three times as much of what you could buy with anyone else." At this point, Theraxys was simply working the check up as high as he possibly could to further discourage the drake from Ethan.

This seemed irrelevant to Pyyrhos, however, “Which would be about how much?"

Theraxys leaned back and pretended to crunch numbers in his head. How high would he have to go to get Pyyrhos to break? “Well, my normal flat rate is $1000, but considering Ethan's situation to me, that's been upped to $1500." He looked to see if Pyyrhos reacted in any way. He didn't budge. Theraxys continued, “Since Ethan is not an escort, his rate will naturally be higher than even Titan's at… let's call it $1250 an hour."

Pyyrhos nodded, though Theraxys couldn't tell if the drake was okay with the terms being presented or just nodding to nod.

“And finally, a $2500 security deposit, just to ensure the well-being of my escorts, I'm sure you understand," Theraxys said, hoping the upcharges would be enough to dissuade the drake.

“I do," Pyyrhos replied, “and this would cover his debt?"

Theraxys shook his head, “No, not nearly."

“I see," Pyyrhos said, taking a few extra seconds to think about what he had heard. One of his talons tapped at the floor before he spoke again, “So what's your commission rate? How much would he get?"

Theraxys sat slightly confused. Perhaps Pyyrhos had misheard him? “He wouldn't get any, the 50% commission would go to me to cover his debts. He gets his hourly from being a host."

Pyyrhos's eyes lurked along the edges of the room as he brought a claw to rest on his chin, sitting in deep thought. “Okay, two hours should suffice. So, sixty-five hundred?"

Theraxys sat upright, genuinely surprised the drake had agreed. Six and a half thousand? Who was this drake… who could just spend that kind of money and not bat an eye.

Pyyrhos seemed to jump out of his scales for a brief second, “I nearly forgot. My coin, I still get my discount right?"

This was the moment Theraxys had been patiently waiting for. The token wiped out all fees for the client except what they tipped the escort if anything. This was because the bidding process always started at a minimum value that would cover more sessions than any client could feasibly partake in. The money was made back instantly so to speak, hence the sessions after the fact were 'free.' Now he could get the opportunity to see how much studying Pyyrhos had done.

Theraxys leaned in over his desk, his shadow eclipsing the blue glint that bounced off the golden token. “Tokens get you half off, so thirty-two fifty. Satisfactory?"

Pyyrhos smiled, “Absolutely, should we shake on it?" he asked as he extended his paw out to Theraxys.

Clearly not enough research, finally Theraxys caught a fissure in Pyyrhos's story.

Theraxys looked at the extended paw in front of him, he had endured the conversation much longer than he would've liked, and he had heard enough to know that one of his actual clients had their coin stolen or forged. Whoever the client may be, Theraxys feared for their safety. Theraxys let the charade he had put on for so long begin to crumble, much to his relief, “I'm sorry, you must be confused. Such discounts are only offered to my token holders, of which you are not."

Pyyrhos formed a confused smile, “I think you're mistaken, my token is right there." He pointed his snout down, motioning to the coin.

Without so much as a word, Theraxys leaned to his side, locking his office door. Pyyrhos set his paw back to the ground, a confused smile forming along his face as the dark-scaled drake resettled, “Before we can continue with our negotiations, why don't you tell me who you really are, and how you got that coin."

As if a switch had been flicked, Pyyrhos stopped playing ignorant, and all at an instance he returned to his poignant stature from his first introduction, frowning as if here were disappointed. His tail didn't sway, and his gaze didn't waver. His brown eyes seemed black, devoid of any and all emotion. “It would be better for the both of us if I didn't."

***

Faint chittering noises began to arise from behind Ethan before he had the chance to fully enter the room. He turned to see Serafine strolling down one of the walls on the side of the room, letting her tail flick behind her without obvious direction. Her green eyes illuminated softly in the faint light, and her diamond-studded jewelry cast small sparkles along her slender neck that danced along her rosy scales as she walked.

“Ethan." Serafine acknowledged as she neared the doorframe. She smiled warmly down at the host, to which he sheepishly smiled back and nodded in return.

“Oh uh, Xavier said he'd see you next week," Ethan mentioned as he stepped aside to let Serafine exit the doorframe.

The dragon nodded her understanding and continued her long and sinuous struts across the room and out the doorway. As she did, she let her tail glide along Ethan's side causing him to shutter slightly and his face to redden in embarrassment. Luckily, the dim lighting helped conceal the change in shading upon his face.

Before she fully dipped out of view, she turned and offered her trademark wink. Why is everyone such a tease?

Ethan closed the door mostly shut behind him as he got to work cleaning the room. Cleaning and resetting rooms for new clients and customers wasn't the worst thing in the world. It could get tiring at times, especially after draconic couplings as that required much more work. The sheets were always super heavy, not only from their larger size but also from the fluids that stained them. Nothing the washers couldn't fix, though. Ethan just had to make sure they got there.

Since this room had been host to a dragon and human arrangement, the cleaning wouldn't be too bad. Even more so being after Serafine; she always had a knack for keeping meetings relatively tidy. Sure enough, this time around looked to be no different. Half of the room looked untouched, so all Ethan had to do was clean the sheets, restock amenities in the bathroom and bedroom, and clean up any other left-over trash.

Ethan got to work pulling the sheets and pillow cases and left them in a pile by the door. After that, he went to the bathroom and made sure all amenities were still stocked. Again, the low maintenance of Serafine, and Xavier to mention, came into play as all he had to do was restock towels, which he would get in the laundry room along with the sheets.

With everything done except resetting the room with clean sheets, he bunched up everything, keeping the dry parts of the cloth on the outside, and left for the laundry room.

The laundry room was just a few doors down past the VIP rooms, down a corner, and next to the staff lounge. As such, it took him less than a minute to reach the doorframe by the crossroads of the other rooms.

Ethan caught a glimpse of Serafine and Titan lounging with one another in the staff room. Serafine was one of the dragonesses that specialized with male humans (and other dragons when she pleased), Titan—Theraxys's only wyvern—on the other hand was a jack-of-all-trades. Having no preference between males or females, he'd put his dick in anything that had a hole and would allow himself to be taken by anything or anyone so long as he got paid for it. He was a fair bit smaller than Serafine, enabling him to engage with both humans and dragons alike. His defining feature is that he is sterile. He could cum in whoever he wanted to, never having to worry about any incidental hatchlings. Ethan could only imagine how much money that wyvern pulled in for himself.

Ethan pressed forward into the laundry room. Luckily for Ethan, much like the staff lounge, the laundry room didn't have a door, making the job easier as his hands were full. Ethan dropped the sheets and towels into a moderately oversized washer and put in the detergent, as well as all the boring stuff that went along with it. As he pulled fresh sheets and towels from the shelves, a familiar voice drew his attention.

“Hey," Aure called casually from behind him.

Ethan turned, seeing Aurelith leaning partially against the doorframe. “What's up Aure?" Ethan asked.

“My dad wants to see you in his office," said the drake.

Ethan set down the sheets he had just pulled onto a nearby table, “Uh, okay. You know what for?"

Aurelith shook her head. “No, sorry. All he said was to come grab you from room two. You weren't there so I figured you'd be here. I can finish setting it up if you'd like?" she offered, her voice sincere.

The human host nodded, “Yeah that'd be great, thanks."

Ethan walked past Aure, letting his hand graze her scales as he did, and back into the hallway. He figured Theraxys had gotten rid of the suspicious drake in some fashion, and that perhaps he had some more questions to ask. He didn't know what else he could possibly expect; he humored the thought that his boss wanted to praise him for pointing out the imposter.

More thoughts pooled into his mind as he walked the rest of the hallway's length and eventually up to Theraxys' office door. Ethan took a second to keep his thoughts composed, not wanting to get ahead of himself, and opened the door.

“You wanted to see me?" Ethan asked.

Theraxys stood tall, but upon the sight of his employee, he frowned and sat himself on his haunches. “Yes, close the door, would you?"

Ethan did as instructed, and upon turning back around, Theraxys had already extended a paw towards the edge of his desk. “Please have a seat," said the drake.

The human pulled out one of the two chairs out from under Theraxys's desk. “Is everything alright?" He queried.

Theraxys took a second as he seemed to struggle to align his prose. “Look, Ethan, I'm just going to go ahead and say it… you've been bought for the night."

Ethan laughed, clearly not believing a word of it. When Theraxys continued to stare blankly, his laughter died down. “You're joking, right?"

The brothel-keeper shook his head, “I really wish I was."

Ethan slouched back in disbelief. He stared at his waist for a moment before straightening, “Don't tell me…" he started, but when Theraxys said nothing, he knew for certain to whom had sought his services, “…no. That lizard is still here!? Really?" His voice was wracked with bemused horror, and his body held this underlying numbness.

The room stayed quiet while Theraxys allowed Ethan to come to terms with the new revelation.

He could not seem to get the picture of what happened, however. In his mind, the imposter drake was dead to rights upon entering Theraxys's office, now here he was being sold to him. “How… how does that even happen?" Ethan asked, utterly dumbfounded.

Theraxys clasped his palms and interlocked his claws, “Simply put, he made an offer I couldn't refuse."

That did little to aid the confusion in Ethan's mind, and he felt his chest tighten with betrayal. “What offer?"

Theraxys looked off to the side, to the ground, then finally back up at Ethan, “You know I can't share terms from clients."

Ethan's nerves began to unravel upon hearing the word 'client,' and he threw up his arms in no particular direction, “But he's not a client!"

The drake let out a long exhale through his nose, a twinge of annoyance taking shape on his muzzle, “I understand your concern, but this is not up for discussion."

The host couldn't believe the load of bullshit that was being thrown at him, “Why me? What about Damien or one of the twins?" The human jumped out of his chair, “Or better yet, let me call Paul!" Ethan bargained, his voice raised somewhere between a yell and his normal tone.

The drake leaned over the desk some, matching his host's posture, “That won't be happening, he specifically asked for you."

“And you just let him have me! Why?" Ethan asked, begging for an answer.

Theraxys frowned, very clearly not happy about being spoken to by Ethan in such a way, “Stop taking this personally, I didn't have a choice."

“Like hell you didn't! This is the definition of making it personal! What the hell did I do to deserve this?" Ethan shouted, a small strand of saliva spraying off from his mouth into the air before harmlessly hitting the ground.

Theraxys narrowed his eyes, taking an unnecessarily long pause for his reply, “If I were you, I'd choose my next words very carefully."

Ethan opened his mouth to spit some vile curse out at Theraxys, but the moment he opened his mouth, he faced the consequences of pushing the drake too far.

Theraxys did little to contain his animosity as he rose to all fours so quickly that his tail rammed into a filing cabinet, knocking over a stack of papers. At the same time, his claws balled into a fist and struck the top of his desk so firmly that the vibration rattled through the room, shaking the chair Ethan sat in. The drake's voice rang out in a garbled, snarling roar, “I swear by the old gods and the new, you'll do as I say, and that's final!"

Ethan immediately cowered before his boss, falling back into the chair before the statement even finished echoing off the walls of the office. He knew the drake wasn't messing around, not even in the slightest. He'd been yelled at only once before in the same tone by Theraxys, and that was when his insides were threatened to be spilled following a deadline Ethan failed to meet. Aurelith, of course, had come to his rescue then, but he knew she wouldn't be this time.

Ethan's head dropped and the fading echo of the outburst lingered in his ears.

As the room filled with silence following the shouting match, Theraxys allowed himself to not hover so far over the desk, but he never did fall back onto his haunches. The drake sighed, and even he sounded remorseful. “Just do as he says. Make him… happy."

The words got through, though heavily dampened by the buzzing that played softly between Ethan's thoughts as he stared at the tiled floor. Hardly anything got Theraxys that riled up, and the host knew he had to do this, he'd have to take on the role of an escort once more. He pressed his eyes shut, nodding slightly as he fully came to terms with his new reality.

“Is that a yes?" Theraxys asked flatly.

Ethan's eyes opened to look up at Theraxys. The drake's head was slightly angled following his previous question. The human spoke softly, “Yes."

Theraxys settled back down onto his haunches and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. “Good," he spoke as he brought a forearm to his brow, digging his nails into the scales between his eyes. After a moment, he leaned over and opened the door, “He's in room one." He said as he refused to make eye contact with Ethan, his voice still graveled and coarse.

Ethan rose, still in disbelief as to what the hell just happened. His numb legs miraculously carried him to the doorframe.

“Ethan," Said Theraxys suddenly, catching the host's attention who turned to face him. The drake's voice was softer now, broken up by a resigned sigh. The drake closed his eyes for a moment as his head pulled back and the rest of his body slouched far into the wall. His eyes opened, and they held a look of complete and utter defeat. “Forgive me."

He didn't see it during the heat of the moment, but it was blatantly clear now, all told by the pained look in the drake's eyes. Theraxys was afraid. Ethan knew right then that his fear of his boss just then was misplaced. Whatever the imposter drake had said or done to Theraxys to make him that rattled he did not know, and he doubted he ever would. What he did know, though—what made the bones in his body turn ice cold—was that Pyyrhos was a far greater threat than he could've ever imagined…

…and Ethan was going to walk right to him.

Ethan didn't respond to Theraxys's apology aside from a subtle purse of his lips. Even though he knew it was genuine, he simply turned and walked out of the room, letting the door shut behind him.

He took a few extra seconds to lean against the doorframe before the feeling in his legs came back to him. It was quiet…

The human eyed the hallway in front of him with the room he was supposed to enter just off to the left, he could faintly see light from under the closed door reflecting off the black tiles, suggesting an occupant... Pyyrhos.

He frowned, mentally preparing himself for the longest walk of his life. All he could do was ball his fists and force himself to move.

Each step echoed between his ears as the black tiles stretched endlessly ahead. The light from under the door grew brighter as his legs traitorously carried him closer. Eventually, he reached the room, stopping just short of the doorframe. The door loomed like the gates of hell, and he knew there would be no turning back.

He looked at the doorknob, its brass sheen looking dreadfully dull as his shadow covered it. Now or never…

Now as an escort, Ethan then stepped out of his shoes before entering the room per house rules and placed a hand on the knob. He took an additional moment to take a deep breath, keeping himself prepared for what he would find behind the door.

Ethan turned the knob and pushed open the door, doing his best to do so quietly. The large wooden door partially swung open, revealing a small portion of the interior of the room to Ethan. He'd seen this room dozens of times, it had soft red lighting and grand draping curtains made of silk that lined the yellow walls. By the right wall, there were a few couches and chairs placed around a central table and a doorframe that led to a bathroom. Against the left wall was a large mattress (no bedframe) atop a crimson rug, that was where pleasantries most typically took place. Past it all, along the back wall, there was a large window—typically covered during sessions—that overlooked a decent portion of the undercity, what was worth seeing of the undercity that is.

The door steadily opened further, and Ethan got his first hint of Pyyrhos's presence. His tail was the first thing to come into view as it rested along the ground around the tables. His tail trailed to the back wall as the rest of his body began to come into view. He was lying down in such a way that the side of his hips and legs lay sprawled out along the ground, but his chest was supported upright by his elbows. The curtains were pulled back, and his long neck and head peered out the window as his furthermost shoulder rested along the joint where the wall and window met. His scales looked pink under the red lighting, and for a moment Ethan thought of Serafine.

The door hinges creaked alerting Pyyrhos of his escort's arrival. Ethan's breath caught in his throat as the drake turned to face him. He seemed to smile genuinely, and he repositioned himself slightly to no longer be so slanted, “Ethan, it's good to see you again."

Ethan took a hard swallow and reminded himself to breathe. He fully entered the room, taking longer than he normally would to fully close the door again behind him. The door clicked shut, and Ethan's muscles stiffened, hesitant to move further.

Pyyrhos simply watched Ethan from his relaxed position. After a moment of quiet awkwardness, the drake lifted an arm suggesting Ethan come forward. “Don't be so shy. I won't bite… unless you want me to." His teeth spilled past his lips as his jaws didn't fully settle.

The drake laughed quietly towards the ground when the timid human didn't budge, “Sorry, you're right, that line is overused," the drake picked his head back up, “although the offer does remain." He finished the line with a shrug.

Ethan really couldn't tell if the statement was a joking one. Still, Ethan put on a brave smile and willed himself to move. Despite his feet feeling like lead blocks, he slowly crept forward toward the center of the room, just at the foot of the mattress.

Make him happy. Theraxys words played in Ethan's mind on repeat… make him happy.

Ethan came to a stop there and took a second to remember some opening lines that other escorts had taught him from when he was a reserve, “I'm excited to share this evening with you." He forced himself to say.

Pyyrhos's smile remained blatantly apparent as his posture straightened further. Once repositioned, his lips pursed, “Hm, is that so?"

Ethan only nodded in affirmation, his pride leaving him unwilling to continue lying verbally.

Pyyrhos didn't react much, his only response came through how his eyes studied over Ethan who still stood awkwardly at the foot of the bed. The human didn't need to be able to read minds to tell that the city drake wasn't really buying it. Still, he didn't seem interested in pressing the host.

After a few tense seconds of silence, Pyyrhos suddenly rose to all fours, “I share your excitement, then. I think tonight will be unforgettable for the both of us." The drake walked between the furniture so that he aligned Ethan between himself and the bed.

As Pyyrhos loomed in front of him, Ethan couldn't help but back himself into the mattress at his feet. It was at that moment, when he could retreat no further without changing direction, that the drake began to close the distance.

“Well, there's no sense in beating around the bush. Shall we begin?" Pyyrhos asked; though the question did not demand an answer from Ethan.

Ethan took a breath as the drake continued his deliberate steps. It almost looked like Pyyrhos was walking along an invisible plank, one foot in front of the other. With his longer legs, their distance decreased rapidly, and it took only two strides to cross the halfway point.

Ethan remembered his lines, “What can I do for you?" He tried to force his voice to be softer; more appealing.

Pyyrhos didn't speak until he was essentially on top of Ethan, his uniquely shaped skull perhaps a foot away in distance, and another in height. Ethan leaned back slightly, careful not to topple over. “You can start by removing your clothes," Pyyrhos said flatly, his smile disappearing in the process.

Ethan swallowed and pulled his arm inside of his shirt. Typically (human) escorts would wear a large robe and nothing else, allowing for quick and easy access so to speak. Of course, in his case, there had been no time to don a robe between the visit from Theraxys's office and where he stood now.

He threw his shirt over his head, tossing it in the general direction of the corner of the mattress. Pyyrhos paid no mind to the shirt, instead his steady gaze suggested that his escort continue. After fighting back his trepidation, Ethan committed to satisfying the drake's request. He pulled the socks from his feet and his pants from his legs, tossing them to the floor beside his shirt. The carpet felt soft under his feet, a stark contrast to the rough gaze that bore into him.

Pyyrhos extended his neck to bring his head just a bit closer to Ethan. The air swirled around Ethan as the drake exhaled. The lack of distance between him and Pyyrhos was very real. It wasn't the fear of removing his last layer that drove him; it was the fear of what would follow if he didn't.

Ethan's fingers trembled slightly as they found purchase under the waistband of his boxers. Like a band-aid, he chose to pull them down as swiftly as possible so his hesitance wouldn't win. All in one swift maneuver, he stepped over his boxers and kicked them towards the general vicinity of the rest of his clothes. The fast-paced action caused a brief wave of courage to fall over him, and he chose to stand before Pyyrhos with his head held high, not even bothering to cover himself.

The seconds that followed were some of the most awkward of Ethan's life. The wave of courage receded about halfway through as Pyyrhos studied Ethan's body. The drake looked up and down, and of course, he spent ample time studying his escort's midsection. The human could only let the drake's eyes wander as he pleased. When his bravery exhausted entirely, he made a move to cover himself. It took a mental reminder to not do so. Instead his hands passed over his groin and gripped at his sides, giving himself something to hold on to.

Pyyrhos spent a few extra seconds to take in a final glance, even stepping forward and looking around and behind Ethan, ensuring all of his escort's surface area was mapped. Once satisfied with his examination, he returned to standing in front of the human, though now his head was directly overhead. The drake seemed… satisfied.

“Lie down."

Slowly, Ethan did as he was told.

His ass was imprinted into the memory foam mattress, followed by his back. As he came to rest in his prone position, Pyyrhos advanced. His forepaws made even deeper imprints into the foam as he settled over the human, caging him in.

Only one time before had he found himself under the chest of another dragon… Aurelith.

Ethan wondered what she was up to at the moment and how much he wished he was with her and not Pyyrhos. He wondered if she even knew that he was taking the role of an escort.

The city drake looked down at the human from his superior position. Slowly, he closed the distance until there was none. His scaled snout brushed against Ethan's neck, and the human felt the pull of air as his scent was taken in. The human pressed his eyes shut as he craned his neck. Only when the warm air returned did he open his eyes once more, still facing away. His eyes wandered the ceiling; the lighting atop the tables at the foot of the mattress cast long shadows of the drake's frame along the near wall past his head.

Suddenly, he felt a warm drag fall across his neck, and he shuttered involuntarily. His eyes shot down, and the drake was lapping at the skin just under his chin. Before he could react, Pyyrhos's jaws flung open and clamped around his neck.

The pressure was firm but not painful, and hsi eyes went wide in horror as he held his breath. He had to ball his hands into fists to keep himself still. Again, an involuntary shudder flowed through his body, leaving him shaking against the points of the drake's teeth. He whimpered softly, the oxygen in his lungs diminishing with each passing second.

The pressure against his neck retreated, and the human allowed himself to breathe.

Pyyrhos remained uncomfortably close, “You say you're excited, yet you tremble beneath me."

Ethan couldn't will himself to respond; it was as if Pyyrhos himself had stolen the words directly from his throat.

Pyyrhos' head backed off, though he still remained fully above Ethan. “Do me a favor, drop the act. I know this is undesirable for you. I want you to tell me exactly what you're thinking. Be honest."

Ethan immediately withdrew himself from the “escort" mentality that was left, and unconsciously he relaxed beneath the drake. Where do I begin?

“Being with you… it's not right."

Pyyrhos curled his neck into an s-shape, though from Ethan's perspective, the drake's neck just seemed to shorten. “How so?" Pyyrhos lifted a paw to run along his neck, Ethan felt the memory foam respond accordingly, “Are my scales the wrong shade?" Pyyrhos turned his head and looked to the ceiling, “Maybe my horns are the wrong shape?" Pyyrhos brought his arm back into the foam aside Ethan's shoulder and leaned back in, “Or perhaps it's something else entirely?" Pyyrhos let the thought hang in the air, demanding a reaction from Ethan.

“It's just… you, you're-."

Ethan couldn't finish the string, unable to speak it out loud. Pyyrhos continued to challenge him. “A dragon?" He said, raising the dragon equivalent of his brow. “No, I don't think so. That little drake coworker of yours, I could smell your arousal from the moment I saw you. I think you enjoy the company of dragons far more than you care to admit." The drake remained close, closing in on his escort's breaking point.

The human's face flushed, and he could've sworn he was literally sinking deeper and deeper into the mattress the closer the drake neared, driven by the repulsion he clung onto.

“So, tell me, what about me irks you so?" The drake asked, though Ethan could tell the drake above him already knew what his answer would be.

Ethan inhaled the warm air and spoke, “You're… male." His voice spilled out like pitch, heavy and viscous, carrying his disgust at the thought of laying with another male.

Pyyrhos smiled, seemingly pleased to get the answer he wanted. “There it is, me being male is what repulses you so much? You've gotten past the non-human part just fine; I'm sure you can push past the male part, too."

Ethan's eyes widened, the underlying significance of the words carrying an immense weight. It was one thing for Ethan to sit in anticipation about Pyyrhos's schemes, but it was another to realize the moment was rapidly approaching. _I have to find a way out before it's too late. _

“Look, I'm not like that. It's wrong… it's so wrong." Ethan insisted.

“More wrong than a human being with a dragon?" Pyyrhos asked.

The point the drake was trying to make was obvious, yet Ethan didn't care, and he tried to plead his case, “To me, yes."

Pyyrhos scoffed, “Have you ever been with another male?"

Ethan could feel himself getting annoyed. Why ask all these questions when you already know the answer? His eyes narrowed slightly, “Why don't you tell me." his voice challenging, an edge of defiance settling in.

The host's challenge was received clearly by Pyyrhos, who frowned in response. For the slimmest of moments, Ethan saw the drake's neck pull back.

Pyyrhos quickly recovered, however, “I think you're afraid. Not of me, but yourself… You fear of what would happen if you let yourself enjoy this, and the implications it would bring."

Pyyrhos laid the truth out on the mattress right before Ethan, and it cut into him deeply. “I'm not a-"

As the phonic associated with the letter 'a' escaped Ethan's mouth, Pyyrhos descended upon Ethan with a ferocious pace. The pale scaled drake pressed his scaled muzzle firmly against Ethan's lips and forced his tongue into the human's mouth.

He had no time to react as the spongy muscle began to carelessly probe his mouth. The tongue darted towards his throat, the size of it pinning his own against the floor of his mouth. Pyyrhos flexed and contorted the slippery mass to fill the remaining space in Ethan's mouth leaving his cheeks slightly puffed.

Pyyrhos's muzzle kept him pinned to the mattress, and he even felt a paw now pressing into his chest further limiting his range of motion. The human's eyes darted around frantically, unnoticed by the drake, who's own were pressed shut.

The kiss deepened as the drake wriggled his slender tongue about, the tip of it teasing the entrance of Ethan's throat, leaving him on the verge of gagging. Ethan went to draw in a hasty breath through his nose just as Pyyrhos's tongue tried to slide deeper, cutting off his air supply, ultimately leading him choking on dragon spit.

Ethan coughed hard, and Pyyrhos quickly pulled away, taking his paw off of him in the process.

Ethan spent the next couple of seconds catching his breath and recovering mentally from being kissed by the drake. He hated the fact that Pyyrhos, a male, had kissed him. Though, at the same time, being kissed like that was… new. Not to say that he liked it, because he didn't; but not even Aure was brave enough to kiss him like that.

Not so different from a dragoness, no?" Pyyrhos teased from above.

Ethan chose to ignore the drake's words as he stayed busy wiping away the residue of dragon saliva from his lips and mouth. It was slightly bitter, and from the swishing, was particularly frothy, almost like champagne minus the taste of alcohol. He got the brunt of it, but he knew the taste would linger on his tongue for a while.

Ethan looked up at Pyyrhos's smug grin, his teeth glinting in the dim light.

“Despite what you may think of me, I am not here simply for my own pleasure," Pyyrhos stated while pinning Ethan's wrists under his paws.

The drake leaned back in, and Ethan braced in response. Pyyrhos hesitated for a brief second as Ethan flinched, but when the moment passed, Pyyrhos began to lick sensually along Ethan's collarbone. The warm tongue slid slowly along the length of his clavicle before starting anew. Aurelith had licked the same spot over a dozen times, but this was not Aurelith.

“Get off me," Ethan said sternly, his hands forming fists as they remained locked at his sides.

Pyyrhos stopped lapping at Ethan's skin to speak, “And if I didn't?" Pyyrhos's eyes narrowed as he continued, “Would you still try to stop me? I know you, Ethan, you wouldn't dare bring yourself to do such a thing."

Again, Pyyrhos's tongue fell over him, this time crossing across his sternum. “You know nothing about me," Ethan said, his voice wavering.

Pyyrhos leaned in close, “Oh, but I do, because I've yet to let go, and you do nothing but fight with words. Why? Because you feel the flame of anticipation building within you. You wear your aversion on your skin as if it were steel, but that steel is melting Ethan, because of that fire that's burning from the inside."

Ethan had never had his insecurities so blatantly preyed upon. Like a switch, he tried to tug his arms free of the drake's grasp, though he quickly found it of no use. He remained quiet as his body was forced to be paralyzed under Pyyrhos's claws. He resigned his struggles, leaving his only movement coming from his chest rising and falling quickly. The drake smiled smugly at him from above, and the host knew he had just proved the drake's point.

Pyyrhos dipped down, now swiping his tongue across Ethan's stomach. “Besides, there's excitement behind the fear of the unknown, is there not?" Pyyrhos asked between licks, but it was clear he wasn't looking for a response, as just as quickly another lick fell over his lower abdomen, the slender tip of the tongue poking into the skin just above his groin.

A seed of doubt began to pry its way into Ethan's brain. Ethan tried to evade the weeds that started to sprout, but their festering flowers left his thoughts constricted. What if -. No, Ethan couldn't question himself. I don't want this…

Between a stroke of his tongue, Pyyrhos spoke softly, “Surrender to that unknown, Ethan. Allow yourself to feel the pleasure you so desperately try to resist."

…Right?

Pyyrhos pulled away as he eyed the human's length. He respired, letting the warm air flow over Ethan's groin, causing the human to flex in response. The drake looked up, meeting his escort's lost gaze, “All you have to do is let me show you."

Ethan held his breath as Pyyrhos's tongue resurfaced from his muzzle. It was held there, just mere inches from contact, threatening to descend upon him at a moment's notice. Though Pyyrhos kept himself still, his eyes still locked onto Ethan's. It almost looked like Pyyrhos wanted Ethan to fight back, or that he needed to see that the last bit of resolve had finally chipped away.

But… Ethan did nothing, and Pyyrhos made his advances.

His tongue pressed firmly against Ethan's length, forcing it flat against his belly. Ethan inhaled sharply as the pressure from the wet heat crawled along the length of his shaft. He let out a small whimper, and his toes curled as Pyyrhos's tongue began to spill around his circumference, nearly wrapping all the way around. Pyyrhos dragged his tongue to his tip, then back down again, never breaking contact, until finally, when the thicker portion of the tongue began to drape over his scrotum, Pyyrhos gave the human a reprieve.

As the drake pulled away, Ethan sucked in a breath of air, not realizing he had previously been holding it.

The moment of respite didn't last long, however, as Pyyrhos suddenly curled his tongue so that it cupped under his balls. The drake spent a few seconds tending to his sack before ultimately dipping further still. Hot air flowed freely against his skin as the drake eyed him over. Ethan didn't know what hit him as shortly after, the drake's tongue swiped a wet lick between his cheeks, one that left a hot wake that quickly cooled in the stale air.

Ethan whined and looked down at Pyyrhos whose attention was fixed solely on what was before him. Ethan thought about shooing away the drake for a moment to keep him away from his ass, but another quick lick, this one more deliberate, made him second-guess himself.

His face scrunched. It was foreign, having his ass and taint licked. Though, so long as the drake remained content with the outside, hefigured he could resist the urge to kick away the drake. What he could not suppress, however, was his growing arousal. Being licked in such an intimate place stirred him despite not exactly embracing the sensations the drake was offering, and it began to show in him physically.

Seemingly pleased with the reaction he was getting out of Ethan; Pyyrhos' tongue became more of a tease. The tip lingered along the ring of the human's entrance, poking and swirling softly as if testing how far he could go. The drake didn't stop there though as he increased the breadth of his licks, letting the wider and more textured part of his tongue roll along his escort's scrotum while maintaining contact with his entrance.

Ethan laid himself flat out on the mattress, closing his eyes and forcing himself to believe it was Aurelith. This wouldn't stop his building erection, but it may let him survive the ordeal, mentally at least.

Soon enough, Ethan grew fully hard from Pyyrhos's ministrations, and the tongue suddenly ceased its exploration. As the human looked down, a scaled paw fell over his chest and pinned him down. He watched as the drake's eyes narrowed into thin horizontal slits while a toothy smile disappeared beyond his hips. The drake then pressed his muzzle firmly into his cheeks, and he felt the drake's tongue slither directly towards his opening.

The contact was much the same as previous licks, not enough to slip inside, but the intention this time around was much more sinister. Ethan moved instinctively to close his legs, but Pyyrhos growled and flexed his paw, letting the nails dig into the skin slightly. The human froze, the silent threat painfully clear: don't fight it.

He swallowed as the drake pressed more insistently, causing him to clench reflexively. It ultimately didn't matter, however, as Pyyrhos applied a terminal pressure, slipping the slender tip of his tongue into him.

Ethan cringed as the drake pushed past his line of defense. It didn't hurt, not at all, but having never felt such a sensation, the pressure he felt was immediate and consuming. Even with Pyyrhos' tongue oddly extruded from his mouth, he could see a wicked smile spilling along the sides of the drake's muzzle.

Pyyrhos probed a little deeper, and Ethan felt the first signs of discomfort. Subtle, only noticeable with how intently he was focused on the drake's tongue, which had grown just a little wider having slipped in a little over a full inch or so. The spongy appendage continued to wriggle about as it explored the human. Aside from curling and prodding as it worked his hole, the drake's tongue also flexed and relaxed in quick bursts, working a soft stretch into him.

Pyyrhos pressed his muzzle firmly between the human's cheeks as his scaled lips wrapped around where his tongue was, making a perfect seal between his scales and his escort's skin. The city drake then wasted no time thrusting his tongue deeper into him, far further than he had anticipated.

The human grunted in response as the sensation from the stretch flared as a sharp sting, fading quickly after the initial burst. He could literally feel the drake's tongue running along his inner walls as his rear was invaded. His face twinged as the sensations were nothing but conflicting; that was until Pyyrhos's tongue pressed firmly into his prostate, sending a wave of pleasure through his body.

Ethan involuntarily let a stifled moan escape into the air as his muscles gripped the drake's tongue. Pyyrhos growled a satisfied purr, one that the human could feel in his own body, upon getting the reaction he was looking for. He poked his tongue deep into the same spot once more, forcing another restrained grunt from his escort.

The human leaned back into the mattress balling his hands into fists to keep himself still both from the building pleasure and the resentment he still had towards a certain drake in his ass. The latter of which quickly began to get drowned out by the former as Pyyrhos showed no intentions of slowing down. Seconds ticked by of the drake's lascivious extremity hammering down on the same spot while simulating subtle micro thrusts with the wider part of the muscle. His entrance and prostate seemed nothing but a plaything for the drake at this point, and it annoyed Ethan that it felt good.

He could feel a slow, steady build of pleasure and heat as time pressed on. The initial discomfort, mental and physical, was heavily damped now, and he was having a hard time keeping the pressure from rising in his groin. Wave after wave of stimulation coursed through his body in tune to the drake's keen tongue movement, and Ethan feared he would soon unravel because of it.

And then he did.

The spike of pressure caught Ethan completely off guard: it happened all in an instance that he had no time to react as a rope of cum erupted from his essentially unattended cock, striking his stomach. A confused moan escaped his lips, and his muscles crashed down onto the drake. This only seemed to spur the drake on, who hungrily doubled down on his efforts, working the human through a new type of orgasm. The action only amplified the sensations the human felt on the inside, making them that much more intense.

Successive ropes spurted free, not nearly as forceful, pooling into a glob just an inch or so from the origin point. Pyyrhos provided a few more teasing wriggles of his tongue before pulling free with a slick squelch. Ethan stared at the ceiling, terribly conflicted about the recent events.

“Not how you thought that could feel, was it?" Pyyrhos teased.

Ethan spent the next few seconds shaving away the glazed look from his face, not bothering to even acknowledge the drake's question.

Pyyrhos chuffed before Ethan then felt a hot swipe across his abdomen; he knew well enough by now that the drake was licking him again.

He looked back down from the ceiling where we watched the city drake lap away at his stomach where the bulk of his climax resided. He made quick work of cleaning the area around the human's groin, eagerly replacing his cum with a wake of saliva. Pyyrhos continued lower, eventually reaching the source of Ethan's release, as well as the very last streak of it that remained stuck to his cock. Just as quickly did the drake remove any sign that his escort ever came. Ethan winced as the slick muscle pressed against his still-sensitive tip.

Once ensured that Ethan was clean, Pyyrhos finally pulled away. As Pyyrhos reached a more normal height again, he licked his lips clean and clacked his jaws playfully, “You can tell me you didn't enjoy that, but then I'd be forced to call you a liar."

Ethan didn't want to admit that it felt good… great even. He simply kept his mouth shut, though his face flushed slightly, giving away his true thoughts.

Pyyrhos laughed and stepped his forelegs up onto the mattress. He dropped his chest, nearly to Ethan's own as he leaned in close, “Your body betrays you, Ethan," Pyyrhos taunted.

Ethan simply made an annoyed face as Pyyrhos continued to smirk right in front of him; the drake looking exceptionally pleased with himself.

The moment stretched to a point of discomfort for Ethan, and he considered breaking up the silence, only to be beaten by Pyyrhos, “Ready for what comes next little human?"

Ethan raised an eyebrow, unsure if he really wished to know. “Which is?"

Pyyrhos pulled his snout back, still keeping his chest close and his smile plain, “Now, I have my fun just as you had yours."

Ethan felt his muscles grow rigid as he wondered just what exactly that could mean. Ethan knew it likely involved something more… intimate. Curiosity got the best of him, and he couldn't help but strike a cautionary glance downwards at the foot of the mattress, fearful of what he might find. Pyyrhos's chest got in the way, but the drake above him seemed to notice where his eyes wandered, and the drake deliberately lifted his chest, giving his escort a very unobstructed view of what lay between his legs.

The human's mouth suddenly went dry at the sight of Pyyrhos's cock as it hung heavy from under the drake's hips. Aside from being much larger than anything human, its most striking characteristic was its color. It was a vibrant red, blood-red even, that glistened softly in the dim lighting from the slit's natural lubricant. The drake arched his hips inward and pulled back his shoulder, both allowing more light to strike his underbelly and changing the human's viewing angle

Pyyrhos's cock swayed slightly as his hips shifted but held a natural arc that resisted the pull of gravity. The new angle allowed Ethan to really take in the characteristics of what he was looking at. A pit of dread formed in his chest as he took in what he was seeing. It was large, looking to be about the size of his forearm in both length and width, minus his hand. It started as a spear-shaped tip that slowly widened into a tapered head; overall shaped like an arrowhead. Along the drake's streamlined organ were a line of ridges that themselves looked to be further supported by a centralized vein that ran along the underside of his shaft, adding depth to the otherwise smooth structure. At the base of his length was a subtle knot perhaps comparable to the size of the host's hand if he had molded it into a fist. It was only subtle in the fact that the shaft had already steadily widened the further down the drake's escort looked. No less imposing though, and very much non-human.

“Not what you expected?" Pyyrhos asked.

Ethan didn't know what to expect, he'd seen dragon dicks before; hell, he saw Titan's the other night. That was no big deal as the wyvern never planned to use it on him, and the host often saw suggestive things working directly with escorts. This time was obviously different, as there were very clear intentions being laid out in front of him, intentions he was beginning to face.

“I'll take your not-so-subtle gawking as a yes." Pyyrhos then said, recapturing Ethan's attention more fully.

Ethan looked up, embarrassed about staring at a dragon penis for more than a second. “Sorry," said Ethan, though he immediately questioned himself as to why he felt the need to apologize.

Pyyrhos paid no mind to the apology. “Roll over," he said.

Ethan's eyes went wide, “Y- you can't be serious…"

Pyyrhos cocked his head, “And why wouldn't I be?"

Ethan scoffed, “You'll split me in half!"

Now it was Pyyrhos's turn to scoff, “So resilient, even after my tongue?"

“Your tongue wasn't the size of my arm!" Ethan practically yelled.

“You fear what it might feel like then."

“You're damn right!" Ethan exclaimed, finally feeling as if he had gotten through to the drake in expressing his fears.

Pyyrhos backed off slightly, still towering over Ethan, but giving him more room to breathe. “Much like my tongue, but more. Admittedly, it will hurt at first. You'll probably try to fight back, and I'll let you, but at the same time, I'll be patient. When the pain fades away, and it will, that's when I'll go a little deeper… faster… harder. Then, before you know it, there is nothing left to take, and the pain will be but a distant thought, replaced with an inescapable, unbearable pleasure."

The human sank into the mattress as Pyyrhos closed the distance again, the drake didn't care, his muzzle hovering mere inches above his face. His voice was low, a sultry whisper directed to Ethan and no one else, “Tell me you're not the least bit curious to feel such things, prove to me your conviction outweighs your curiosity.

The host's resolve was bending far more than he realized. His mind was so overloaded with his apprehensive thoughts that the signals to the rest of his body failed to get past the traffic.

Ethan was essentially motionless as Pyyrhos brought a paw to his side, rolling him over in one smooth swipe. Upon landing on his stomach, a gentle tug at his calf pulled his hips to the edge of the mattress where his knees came to rest on the carpet.

The human felt the air around his rear warm, followed quickly thereafter by the drake's heated, slick cock falling atop the small of his back like a glowing brand. Ethan whined feeling the smooth flesh caress his skin as Pyyrhos worked his hips back and forth, essentially frotting himself with the human. A scaled paw fell over his shoulder, keeping him steady.

“Shhhh, you've felt my tongue, you know you'll like it," Pyyrhos whispered just behind his ear as if trying to convince him that he wanted it. Ethan shivered against the scales that held him still, swallowing hard as the drake's shaft lingered atop his tailbone before slipping down and poking against his entrance, leaving a small trail of pre in its wake. The human clenched reflexively upon feeling the hot tip align itself, perhaps moments away from pushing inside.

“Rrrrelax..." Pyyrhos murmured softly from deep within his throat, his voice meshing with a quiet growl as he pressed more insistently against Ethan's tight ring.

Ethan pressed his eyes shut as he felt the tip threatening to breach. He forced in a breath, trying to relax his muscles that instinctively attempted to resist the foreign invader. Eventually, his body eased up just enough, partially from fatigue, so that the building pressure suddenly prevailed, and with a dull sting, Pyyrhos finally entered the human in one smooth motion.

Pyyrhos snarled quietly behind Ethan as his cockhead sank into the warm human. The serrated taperings that encircled the rod latched firmly with the tight ring of muscle, ensuring his cock wouldn't accidentally slip back out. Already, the sensation was enough to force the human's jaw shut. The drake's head alone was larger than the widest portion of the tongue the host had taken, and unfortunately for him, would not nearly be the last of what he'd feel.

The drake's hips rolled forward as his paw kept his escort in place, threatening to slip a ridge into him. Ethan sucked in a breath through his teeth, bracing as he felt the ridge press up against him, a firm, textured bump that stretched him wider for a moment before settling inside. The sensation was sharp, a jolt of pressure that led to a warm, pulsing feeling of fullness.

Ethan exhaled a disgruntled sigh, and Pyyrhos settled himself, retracting marginally. “That's it, let me in…" The drake spoke softly before sinking down slightly, pressing another ridge into the human.

The host gripped the sheets in his hands, his body really struggling to stay relaxed. The invading flesh was intense, and enduring stretch was the only thing he could think about. He gripped the drake's shaft inadvertently, striking a grunt from the drake, “Ah… just breathe through it."

As the sting lessened from the previous round of advancement, the drake pulled back slightly, then slid forward just a little more than what the human last took. Ethan could tell he was starting to near the wider part of the drake. Between a shaky breath, he mustered the strength to ask, “How much more?"

Pyyrhos paused, “Maybe half, you're doing great."

Shit. Only half?

The drake remained still for a moment, letting Ethan drink in the sensation of being filled. The pressure was suffocating, and the heat began to make him sweat. The line between bearable and overwhelming was thin, but Pyyrhos seemed to know exactly how to navigate it. He always paused just as the human felt himself about to pop, letting his escort ease into it. Once he sensed the human relax to a respectable point, he went deeper.

The pattern continued for what felt like minutes until some number of the countless ridges slipped in, and tears pricked the corners of Ethan's eyes.

“Almost there, just a little more," Pyyrhos spoke softly, his voice nothing but a promise. Ethan bit down on the bedsheets as his body was pushed to the very limit by the drake buried within him. One final thrust was enough to slip the last ridge into him and groaned into the bedsheets as a whoosh of air rushed past his ear.

“There, worst part's over," Pyyrhos said warmly.

The message didn't fully get through to Ethan, who was shaking slightly from the throes of having the entire shaft of Pyyrhos within him.

“Still with me?" Pyyrhos then asked, almost sounding concerned, licking softly at the nape of Ethan's neck.

Ethan nodded weakly in response, his body steadily growing more accustomed. Eventually, he was able to stop shaking, and the sharp sting reduced to a pulsing ache. Pulsing at the fact that Ethan could feel the steady throbbing from Pyyrhos's shaft radiating heat throughout his body. His muscles strained as they struggled to stay widened; not like Ethan had any say in it, as he was thoroughly propped open.

“You feel soooo good." Pyyrhos groaned in a husky growl as Ethan's muscles gripped hard at his length. Pyyrhos himself took a moment to enjoy the warmth and response of Ethan's body.

Ethan turned his head, and he could see his reflection in the window. It was a pitiful sight he felt. I am a coward, he thought. He had wanted so desperately to get away, but he let Pyyrhos eat away at his resolve, stripping him of his individuality. He could not fault the drake either; the blame was entirely on him for letting the drake distract him from what he truly believed. Now, he'd have to endure.

His eyes lingered at the connection point between himself and Pyyrhos, startled by the fact that he had taken the drake entirely minus the smooth knot that remained outside, clearly shown in the window's glare. Ethan turned back again, not particularly interested in watching what would come next.

After another moment of stillness, Pyyrhos steadily withdrew himself up to his cockhead, then slowly pushed himself back in. Ethan winced from the sensation, equal part ache, equal part fullness. “Soooo… nrrrrrgggghhr..." His words faded into a feral growl as his shaft worked in and out of his escort's ring.

The pace remained slow as Pyyrhos settled himself into a steady rhythm. The initial penetration was to brute force the stretch, even if it was through gentle domination, now his intentions were to work the stretch and get Ethan to gradually open up. With time, it proved to be effective too, the slow and sensual mating working its magic. Very gradually, Ethan was able to relax more and more between thrusts as the pain dampened further, leading to another sensation letting itself be known: pleasure.

Why did it have to be pleasure?

Ethan didn't want to admit it, but what the drake had told him was looking more honest by the minute. The pain was still there, sure, but now an indulgent heat was beginning to fill the gaps left over in the wake of Pyyrhos's thrusts.

No longer solely focused on the pain, the human began to allow himself to feel the texture of the drake's shaft as it worked his insides. He felt the tapered head sliding along his walls, and the drake's prominent ridges pressing into his prostate between thrusts. The sensation leading him to recall the insistence of the drake's tongue from before, and his body reacted accordingly. Between the memory foam of the mattress and his flushed skin, Ethan's own erection resurfaced.

Pyyrhos seemed to notice the resignation in Ethan's body as the pace of his humps steadily increased. His hips drove forward a touch faster as he no longer specifically catered to the human. The sounds of their coupling now began to fill the sounds of the room, wet slapping of flesh on flesh resonated in the host's ears.

The city drake shifted his hips perhaps to get more comfortable, changing the angle at which he filled the human. The reaction was immediate when Ethan felt the cock pass firmly over his prostate, forcing an unrestrained moan from Ethan's lips.

Pyyrhos took the human's response and ran with it. He no longer seemed interested in taking his time as he worked his cock in and out of him with haste. The steady friction along Ethan's insides was building into a tantalizing buzz that sent shockwaves through his body.

A switch flipped inside Ethan, and he realized all in an instant that he was beginning to enjoy this. He was being held and loved on much like how he had in the past with Aurelith, or so he convinced himself that it was such. In his mind, he knew what he was feeling had to be real if that's what jumped to the front of his mind. He had no idea what being “real" meant for his morals, but he began to find it hard for him to care in the moment. His body was beginning to become wracked with pleasure as Pyyrhos was humping him with vigor, spurring pleasure in spots he didn't know could form such heat.

Ethan was pulled from his half-developed trance as he felt a tapping at his rear. He tried to look back around but Pyyrhos's arm on his shoulder blotted out his view, and he immediately remembered what it was that was steadily thrumming against his rectum.

The Knot.

The host could see it in the window's reflection, and his stomach immediately turned into a pit as if he were in freefall. Surely he wouldn't. His gaze wandered upward; the drake's eyes were pressed shut and his fangs bared slightly as he was completely lost in the pleasure he got from pounding into the human. That was all Ethan needed to see to know Pyyrhos had very little care about holding himself back.

“Uhhh, dragon?" Ethan tried saying, hoping to catch the drake's attention.

The attempt failed as Pyyrhos's humps grew more and more erratic, now thrusting into Ethan with reckless abandon. The force behind the drake bottoming out with each thrust rattled Ethan's frame, and the thought of pain began to resurface.

Ethan knew he could do nothing but brace and hope that the drake would be able to keep himself restrained, but he knew it to be wishful thinking. A few more seconds ticked by while Pyyrhos drowned in the heat of passion before Ethan felt a shift in the drake's stance.

A hind leg kicked up onto the mattress, sinking deep into mattress at the human's side as he also heard the carpet rip from the drake's talons as his other leg slid out behind himself as a means for leverage. Right then after, Pyyrhos withdrew almost completely, leaving nothing but his tapered tip within. Ethan felt the scaled chest and underbelly press him down as the drake lowered himself, ultimately slamming his hips forward with such force the knot punched through in a single strike, sinking himself to the hilt.

Ethan arched hard as stars filled his blurring vision, a pained scream failed to escape his lungs as his body was stretched well beyond what he thought was humanly possible. His sphincter clamped down hard on the massive knot that filled him, creating a perfect seal from the outside world.

Pyyrhos bucked hard, still not entirely sated, as the first round of his release flooded the human's insides in an all-consuming tidal wave of heat. He felt as if someone had injected liquid fire directly into his innards as he struggled to stay conscious while the drakes' cock pulsed and throbbed within Ethan, sending more rounds of dragon semen deep into his escort.

The humps continued for what was just a blur to Ethan. When his body and mind recovered, he was laid out on his side and spooned from behind. He groaned as the feeling in his body returned, leaving him reeling in the aftershocks of the knotting.

Pyyrhos panted heavily from behind him, “How much…" The drake took another breath, “How much do you owe Theraxys?"

Ethan still wasn't entirely present, his mind lingered on the overwhelming fullness that his body felt. “Huh?" was all he managed to say.

Pyyrhos repeated his question, and Ethan heard it clearly his time. Between his own desperate gasps for air, he replied, “$58,000." He wondered why the drake wished to know, but he did not press it, mostly because he didn't feel like he had the energy to do so.

Ethan let his hand trail to his stomach, and he nearly jerked his arm away from what he felt. Under his fingers was a very defined bulge outlined by the skin of his abdomen. Ethan cringed at the sight of his swollen belly, some of it from the sheer volume of dragon cum that remained within him. He pressed in tentatively, and the cock stirred within him, making his vision go fuzzy for a few seconds.

“You cannot imagine how long I have waited for this, how much work it took to even get here. But it was worth it. You made it worth it." Pyyrhos said, holding the human flush against his scales.

Ethan didn't reply, not exactly sure what to make of it. The mention of the effort it took the drake was incredibly vague. Following that, Pyyrhos was quiet for a while, and Ethan eventually watched himself and Pyyrhos in the window's reflection as the drake looked down at Ethan in thought.

Fuck you. Ethan said in his mind, furious not at the drake… but to himself. In his mind, his weakness and inability to stand up for himself gave the drake plenty of room to tear him down. After Ethan was reduced to an empty shell, the drake built him back up using words and touch masterfully, and his body took the bait even as his mind slipped into disarray. How could I let this happen? Why didn't I stop him?

Part of it was because he knew he couldn't, and the other was because he realized he became dependent on the drake's touch, eventually coming to embrace it. The fact that Ethan was so easily seduced by Pyyrhos's enigmatic charm was what ultimately shook his core the most. His physical form was bound by lust and allure from the drake's calculated manipulation, and he felt utterly betrayed by his body. Rage flowed through his veins, hurt in the fact that he allowed himself to believe his feelings were of his own volition, and not carefully crafted by the drake. He had tried to endure, and truth be told he did, but even still he felt like he had lost everything. He blinked away tears that threatened to fall as he stared at the drake's reflection.

Something caught Ethan's attention though as he studied the drake's reflection more closely. He hadn't noticed it earlier, being too focused on himself surviving the ordeal, but the drake's scales were an ice-white shade with perhaps muted opalescence on certain angles. The window heavily filtered out the color from the room lights, showing the true color of the drake, he was never yellow, pink, or whatever, but purely white. The host realized he knew this unconsciously, but there were plenty of white scaled dragons around, and it was easy to dismiss the thought. Now such a detail seemed significantly more relevant; there was something very off about Pyyrhos. It wasn't just that though, the new angle, seeing the drake head-on now… he knew this drake… but from where?

“Is something the matter?" Pyyrhos asked calmly.

The human didn't reply as he kept studying the drake. The horn structure for whatever reason now seemed familiar, and he could've sworn he'd stared into those brown eyes outside of this brothel. Realization dawned on Ethan all at once. He'd seen this drake on TV before; that's why he looked so familiar. The human continued probing his mind, recalling what the drake said about the effort it took to get here, and it didn't take but another second for the truth to hit him like a bag of bricks.

Ethan blinked, the drake and human looking at one another indirectly through the reflection in the window.

I'm dead.

***

Silence… then more silence. Pyyrhos seemed entirely uninterested in giving in, but then again, neither did the brothel owner. Theraxys had dealt with scum before, and if the drake in front of him was wise enough to pay attention, then he would know when to speak up. His eyes narrowed, signaling that the game was at its end. For better or worse, the truth would be spilled.

The drake pursed his lips and looked to the ground. As he took in a breath, twisted his head, forcing a vertebra in his neck to pop. When he finally looked up again, he was smiling softly. “Kaldris," the drake finally said with a fire in his eyes, ready for a reaction.

The actions Theraxys had been preparing to make vanished completely as his eyes went wide. The temperature of his blood, which had been steadily rising suddenly plummeted to near freezing so quickly that it physically ached his body. It took a great effort to keep himself upright.

Pyyrhos… Kaldris, simply watched Theraxys as he tried to compose himself.

How could Kaldris be here? “Bullshit, that's impossible!" Theraxys said, his voice laden with acknowledged deceit.

Kaldris's eerie demeanor resumed, “But what if it wasn't?"

The brothel-keeper didn't want to believe it, yet he had to. The drake in front of him could only be the very one; his nobility was a slap in the face. Theraxys was typically able to keep himself collected whenever he was thinking about it, but here he was not. “How'd you get my token? What did you do to my client!?"

Kaldris raised his paw as if dismissing the thought, “Relax, this rather incautious client of yours hasn't the faintest clue that their coin was lifted. As a matter of fact, they have their token right now…" The noble motioned to the desk – to the coin – slowly to ensure Theraxys didn't take the action as a potential move.

The dark-scaled drake watched with begrudged curiosity as Kaldris's paw hovered over the coin. In a simple move, the drake punched his nail straight through its center with a sharp thud. The metal stuck to his talon for a brief moment as he lifted away, before it ultimately fell back to the desk with a rattle.

Theraxys leaned in to inspect the impostor's token and was able to see the jarring difference between this one and his coins; seriously? He looked up at Kaldris then back down again. Theraxys' tokens were made of tungsten: very dense, very strong, and relatively cheap; his own were also coated in a thin layer of gold film to give them their trademark luster.

Kaldris's coin looked to be made entirely of gold, nearly identical to the weight of tungsten while exceptionally soft and malleable, hence Kaldris's ease in deforming it. Since it was already made of gold, it was impossible to tell the difference without seeing its inner workings. The drake's single coin was more expensive than all of Theraxys' tokens, and the only purpose it served was to prove a point.

Theraxys grit his teeth. It was obvious to him that Kaldris wanted him to know just how easily he had slipped past his line of defense.

The brothel-keeper reestablished eye contact, “I doubt you came here just to spit in my face and insult me. What the hell do you want?" Theraxys asked, demanding a straight answer to ease the tension in his chest.

“The very thing you offer. I want a night with a human. I want Ethan." Kaldris said without hesitance.

Theraxys scoffed in anger, “I can't do that." The shitstorm being brought down upon him was absurd.

“But you can. Otherwise I will burn this entire operation to the ground," Kaldris said, his voice leaving no room for rebuttal.

Theraxys cursed under his breath while he scanned the room, hoping an out to his predicament would reveal itself. Kaldris took the moment to reinforce his claim. “But, so long as no one knows I am here, no one will know about what really goes on behind these walls. I give you my word."

“Why should I believe you when you've been lying to me all night."

“I'm not now, and you know this. Considering my position, were my visit to come to light, such results would be… unfavorable for me; like it would be for you. Thus, it is in our mutual interest to accept my request as if I were any other client of yours."

Theraxys shut his eyes hard. He had been backed into such a corner that recovering was simply not an option, at least not one that would leave him satisfied. He'd been played for a fool, and now he needed to navigate how dire the consequences would be.

The choices were clear: protect the brothel or protect Ethan.

The correct solution was even clearer. He took a few moments to weigh the two options, but he had already made up his mind.

With a resigned breath, Theraxys yielded, “Sixty-five hundred."

“Five." Kaldris tried with a soft grin.

“No… $6500, and he's yours. I'm offering you exactly what you want." Theraxys said, parrying Kaldris's challenge, unwilling to be manipulated any further by the drake.

Kaldris pursed his lips in response, and for a moment it looked like he'd try his luck. Though, after a few seconds of silence, Kaldris's formerly faint smile resurfaced as a smug grin, the points of his teeth spilling past his lips, “Very well." Kaldris extended his paw.

It took perhaps a half dozen seconds for Theraxys to move a muscle, but he eventually clasped palms with Kaldris.

Just like that, Ethan had become Theraxys's highest-paid escort during his tenure as keeper.

“Would a check work?" Kaldris asked.

“Money upfront, I need to be sure it doesn't bounce." Theraxys replied.

Kaldris replied quickly, “A wire transfer, then?"

Theraxys said nothing to deny Kaldris his payment preference, but he did squeeze the drake's paw a little more firmly than he would others.

Kaldris gripped back, though not nearly as forceful, “I'll handle the transfer through one of my private accounts. By morning, once the banks open, you'll have your money. You have my word… Here, in case anything goes awry."

The drake pulled away from Theraxys's aggressive grip, then reached into the pouch that rested against his upper arm. Without rushing, the drake pulled out a notecard with some personal information and slid it across the brothel-keeper's desk with a smile. The owner unlocked his door in response and flung it open, suggesting that Kaldris let himself out.

Kaldris didn't budge, not yet, “Give Ethan my security deposit as a tip, I'm sure he'll appreciate it, and I don't mean that you take it out of his debt; actually give him cash." The drake finally rose to all fours, “And do me a favor… don't tell him who I am. I'll let him figure it out on his own."

Theraxys looked away in disgust and scratched an irritating itch that had been building on his arm, “Room one, I'll send him over."

Kaldris nodded as he reached for the deformed token, “I don't want to forget this," he said placing it into his bag. “Pleasure doin-."

“Get out." Theraxys said sharply, no longer willing to entertain the drake's overstayed visit.

With that, Kaldris let himself out of Theraxys's office and began his slow walk to room one.

***

All in an instant, Ethan tried to spring himself away from between the drake's legs. Unfortunately for Ethan, the knot kept them held tightly together, and Ethan was yanked back with an equally forceful pull. The action caused Kaldris to yelp in surprise, and Ethan to groan in discomfort.

One of Kaldris's paws fell over Ethan's chest and shoulders, pulling him back against the scales of his underbelly. Ethan could only shudder from the now seemingly cold touch, and squirm against the claw tips that rested along his skin.

“Shhhh, relax." Kaldris cooed. “It's alright."

Ethan struggled to catch his breath, “You're… you're Kaldris." Ethan turned, looking into his brown eyes with astonishment.

“I am… you seem surprised." Said Kaldris.

How did I not notice?

Ethan wasn't very political; no one really was in the undercity. Still, he at least knew how much trouble he had just gotten himself into. The drake that currently resided deep in was ass was the son of the prime minister. The same prime minister that had ruled over the city for the past couple of years and the one that signed into effect the law of no interspecies relationships. That's where he had seen him, through political livestreams. The spotlight was never on Kaldris though, hence why Ethan failed to notice the first time around.

“Your father. He's the prime minister." Ethan spoke having now put everything into place.

“Right again," Kaldris said, a devious smirk on his muzzle. The smile didn't last terribly long, however, “He reminds me of it quite often, too."

Ethan collapsed within Kaldris's arms. “Oh, I'm so dead," Ethan said, completely defeated.

Kaldris laughed genuinely, clearly downplaying the severity of Ethan's situation, “I'm breaking the law, too, you know."

Interspecies relationships were enough to get imprisoned, but an interspecies relationship with the prime minister's son? That bordered on execution. “No! You're the son of the prime minister! If someone found out all you would get is a slap on the wrist. But me, some no-name human from the undercity… you might as well have killed me!"

“No one is going to find out, not as long as everyone plays along," Kaldris said ominously.

Ethan hesitated, “W- What?"

Kaldris now wrapped both of his arms around the human tightly, pulling him firmly against the scales of his underbelly. With Ethan secured in his grasp, he rolled over onto his back, dragging his claim along with him. The human groaned as the knot tugged at his rear, the drake's arms taking away only some of the force. Ethan sank into the white scales underneath him as Kaldris settled himself, leaving his head resting against the rise of the drake's pronounced chest.

Kaldris leaned in close to Ethan's ear, Ethan could feel the flow of warm air through his hair. He spoke in a whisper, “Exactly that, Ethan. Play your role, and I'll play mine. I am just another client, and you are just another employee, both indulging in our deepest desires."

Ethan squirmed slightly under Kaldris's arms, testing their resistance, “But you're not! Everything has changed!"

Kaldris craned his neck, so his cheek rubbed along Ethan's. “What has really changed Ethan? My name? Perhaps…" He held the human even tighter, the scales starting to imprint into his skin, “…But how I made you feel? No. Before and now, everything I did, everything you felt, that was all real, Ethan."

One of Kaldris's arms left Ethan's embrace, tracking towards the human's still shamefully erect shaft. His claws maneuvered with keen precision as his palm wrapped around his length. Ethan let out a small gasp as the drake gave an experimental squeeze. “You're not with Pyyrhos, Ethan. He never existed, but I do. You're with Kaldris; you're with me."

Kaldris began slow and deliberate strokes up and down the host's shaft, not daring himself to move too quickly. His cool scales contrasted with the heated skin of the human, and Ethan couldn't help but shiver from atop him in response.

“But… you-." Ethan started to protest before Kaldris gave him another playful squeeze, silencing him.

“Shhh. I'm not making it easy for you, I know. Just listen to what I have to say." Kaldris whispered, his voice dripping with seduction.

“I want to offer you something," Kaldris continued to pump Ethan's cock slowly, keeping his mind clouded with pleasure. “I am willing to pay off your debt to Theraxys, if that's something you'd be interested in?" Kaldris's snout came into view at his side.

Ethan made a motion to open his mouth to speak but quickly refrained, remembering the drake's request. Instead, Ethan nodded slowly, hesitant as there was surely more to be said.

Kaldris smiled, he seemed pleased to have gotten Ethan's attention. “I couldn't do it all at once. It's too much, and it'd bring unwanted attention, but I could do it iteratively, maybe over six to eight sessions… give or take. Perhaps longer after the fact if you wish."

Ethan grunted quietly as the fine scales on Kaldris's palm built up a tantalizing friction along his sensitive skin. Kaldris continued to list the terms of his offer, “You can still be a host of course, just whenever I come in, you share the night with me."

Kaldris's pace increased slightly, just enough to keep the human from getting too deep in thought. Ethan's ability to keep his thoughts aligned in a coherent string was beginning to slip; the drake's handiwork getting the best of him with relative ease.

“I. I-." Ethan started, his voice pleading for reprieve.

“Hush, don't speak. You can give me your answer in a minute. For now, just feel." Kaldris spoke, his words quickly becoming the foundation that kept Ethan afloat.

He continued to up the ante on deriving as much pleasure out of Ethan as possible. On top of increasing the frequency of his strokes, Kaldris now rocked his hips from under him, even adding further stimulation with subtle micro-humps; all combining to change the angles and depth at which his cock pressed into the human.

Ethan moaned softly as Kaldris's cock shifted from within. The pressure in his groin was already beginning to build, not only from the fullness of the drake's length, but from his own need for release as well. The heat that still stirred in his belly began to rise, and he flexed in response, his muscles gripping around the drake's girth. He even heard him chuff his own satisfied growl.

Kaldris didn't stop there, though. He began to roll his wrist as his fingers worked the host with renewed fervor in tune with his shallow thrusts. Ethan instinctively reached for his stomach as he found himself gripping at the bulge the drake left in his body. The buildup was nearing a fever pitch, and all he could do was try and stifle the ecstatic moans developing in his throat. He didn't even realize he was passively humping into his captor's paw, unconsciously matching the rhythm.

Ethan watched as his peripherals tunneled inward to a point with his remaining senses beginning to tune out one by one. The quiet bellows behind his ears became mute, and the feeling in his body left his extremities and built to a central focus in his groin. He was maybe a few seconds from losing himself entirely.

The host took a hard swallow as his eyes began to roll, his upper body arched into the scales against his back… and then his nerves ignited in a shock of pure adrenaline.

The human's release quite literally exploded within the drake's claws as the first rope of ejaculate shot upwards in a parabolic arc destined to strike the sheets of the mattress. With the dam broken, the sequential rounds followed thereafter, one striking Ethan's chest, another hitting the scaled arm that supported him, and the remaining being intercepted by the drake's fingers and claw tips. Kaldris hadn't stopped his motions during the human's climax, either, continuing to milk him until he was fully spent.

Ethan groaned in satisfaction while his senses slowly began to return. As the last of Ethan's release smeared between the drake's claws, he found his arms wrapped snugly around the muscular arm that held him. The untainted scaled fingers of Kaldris's supporting arm were slowly dragging along his ribcage just under his arm, their touch soft and gentle.

“So, would you like to be my personal escort?" Kaldris asked from behind Ethan.

Ethan's mind had wandered as the pleasure overtook him, thus he had to spend an extra second aligning his thoughts, and the terms of Kaldris's deal.

Personal escort… sell myself to Kaldris, and pay off Theraxys. In Ethan's mind, it was trading one burden for another.

“If I said no?" Ethan asked, just curious as to what the drake that held him would say.

Kaldris said nothing for a second, and the oversized paw that steadily caressed his side froze. “I would ask you to reconsider." He finally said, his voice flat.

Ethan sat quietly as he thought. He knew deep down he couldn't really say no; he feared the consequences that declining his offer would have. Really he was just trying to will himself to agree, saying exactly what Kaldris wanted him to say. As soon as he said anything that resembled a 'yes,' there would be no going back. He'd have to allow himself to get fucked by the prime minister's son whenever he pleased it.

Kaldris seemed to feel the heavy thoughts that weighed in Ethans mind, and his static touch returned to subtle movement, “If it makes the choice any easier… as my escort, if, gods forbid, our coupling were to come to light, I'd ensure your protection from the law, my father included. You'd never see him, he wouldn't touch you, I wouldn't allow it..."

Kaldris gripped Ethan harder, “…but, if not, I cannot guarantee such protections."

Ethan understood the conditions and the implications they brought clearly. If he said yes, he'd never see the inside of a jail cell, but if not, all bets were off. He had no idea if Kaldris would even keep this a secret were he to say no. The drake clearly knew about the brothel before ever meeting him, how easy would it be to leak the true nature of the establishment without ever mentioning his name, much less his own personal role within it all?

Something else resonated with Ethan… Aurelith's protection. The drake was a direct threat to her safety. He might have some control by being Kaldris's escort, but if an external source interfered, he'd be unable to do a single thing about it by that point; not unless he did something about it now.

“My friend, too," Ethan said, turning to meet Kaldris's eyes.

Kaldris's eyes narrowed slightly, not from anger but from intrigue it seemed.

“I'll be your willing escort, but promise her safety, too."

Kaldris's lips seemed to purse, “I cannot make that promise."

Ethan frowned, “Sure you can! If you can protect a human you're directly tied to, you can protect a drake you've never touched."

Kaldris remained silent as he thought. Many seconds passed, and he looked away a few times. Finally, his eyes settled back onto Ethan's, “Your terms are acceptable."

The drake's answer honestly surprised Ethan. Perhaps he genuinely did care about what Ethan had to say.

“So," Kaldris started as he pulled one arm free from his hold on Ethan. He held his palm open, letting it hover just in front of the human's chest, “Should we make it official?"

Ethan stared at the white scaled paw, then at Kaldris who smiled down at him, and back once more at his paw. He sighed as he reached upward. He clasped his fingers around two of his white scaled fingers and part ways into his palm as best he could considering the size difference between their hands. He offered a brief, unenthused, up-and-down motion.

Just like that, for the indefinite future, Ethan would be the personal escort of Kaldris.

“Good." Kaldris purred, clearly pleased with Ethan's answer. Kaldris broke the handshake, once again returning to hold Ethan tightly against him.

Ethan remained still as Kaldris cradled him, unsure of what to really think of everything that occurred. “So, what now?"

Kaldris leaned in close, letting his muzzle rub along Ethan's neck. “Now I use up the rest of my time, I've still got a half hour left."

Ethan said nothing as he scanned the wall for a clock. It read 4:27 in the morning. It being so late in the night reminded him of his own exhaustion. He already envisioned tomorrow being hell from his lingering fatigue, and the very real possibility he wouldn't be able to walk straight.

The thought brought Ethan's attention to the fact that the drake still hadn't pulled out, and admittedly, he feared when he eventually would, as it meant he'd have to face the wrath of his knot again. “So uh, how long until… you know." The human's voice trailed, too embarrassed to ask when Kaldris was going to remove himself from his ass.

He heard and felt the drake laugh softly from under him, “About half that." He rolled onto his side taking the host with him. After a second of getting himself comfortable, Kaldris spooned Ethan from behind, forming a crescent shape that completely enveloped the human. The drake's tail curled around Ethan's leg, his thighs cupped the human's hips, and his long neck curled around the shape of his head. Ethan, of course, was still firmly held to Kaldris, going nowhere unless the drake allowed it.

Time passed steadily as Ethan became comfortable himself, as best he could anyway; no sense in not trying to. After a few minutes of complete stillness, the dull ache he felt was gone, now he just felt… full. The heat that he had endured from the drake's climax had faltered as it reached an equilibrium with his body temperature, though he could still feel the weight of it within him. Odd was the only way he could describe the sensation.

Kaldris suddenly held the human a bit tighter. Ethan couldn't react in time as the drake's hips suddenly pulled back in a sharp jolt. Ethan, for a split second, went with the drake until the force applied by the drake outmatched the force at which his ring held on. With a sickly pop, Kaldris's knot slipped free, forcing a groan from him as the pain flared for a few seconds.

“Sorry," Kaldris said, “best to do it when you're relaxed."

Gradually, Kaldris pulled himself out from Ethan's abused hole, his ridges and tapered head providing one last stimulating pass along his internals. Once he had pulled out halfway, the human's body did the rest, hastily expelling the drake's softened cock. As it slipped from the warm human, his cock wound up catapulting semen across the mattress from what had clung to his length.

Sounds Ethan didn't know his body could make meshed with the soft, satisfied growl from Kaldris's throat, as well as his own relieved gasp. The pressure and fullness he had grown accustomed to were gone, leaving him feeling empty. The dull ache returned as he felt his muscles attempting to converge back to normalcy after being forcefully propped open for so long. With nothing to hold the drake's release, Ethan felt the drake's begin to ebb down his thigh, leaving him slightly grossed out.

Kaldris's cock came to rest for a moment between Ethan's thighs, the slick flesh further leaving visible streaking of fluids on the human's skin, before ultimately beginning its retreat back into the slit that housed it. Once two thirds or so had disappeared back into the drake, the drake finally let go of him, and rolled himself off the mattress, landing gracefully on his paws.

Ethan rolled onto his back, embracing a full starfish position, his stomach aching and his ass feeling seared. He turned his head, watching as Kaldris paced around the room. He sat himself down on his haunches and spent a few seconds cleaning himself. The human turned away to face the ceiling so as to not awkwardly stare as the drake attended to himself, the sounds he heard told him enough.

The… unique… lapping noises continued for a few seconds, before Ethan head his heavy footfalls resume. He watched Kaldris's shadow roll across the ceiling as he walked around the corners of the mattress, and eventually the drake's voice took over, “As much as I wish to stay longer, I must return to my post before the sun comes up. I look forward to our next session, whenever it may be. I'll have to see when I have the time to slip away."

Kaldris's shadow grew finer as he suddenly appeared overhead of the resigned host who was still sprawled out on the mattress. The drake dropped his head and let a card of some sort fall onto the human's chest; Ethan looked down and then back up. “You have my card, text me your hours each week, so I know when you're working… or don't. I'll track you down regardless." Kaldris said with a soft laugh.

Ethan knew the drake was being playful in this instance, but he also knew it was probably the truth if the drake felt it necessary. He could only hum his acknowledgment of Kaldris's statements, not willing to spend the little energy he had left on speaking, now that he'd surrendered himself to the comforts of the warm mattress.

Kaldris exhaled through his nose as if amused, “I find warm baths help with any lingering pain. I suggest starting there after I leave." The drake's tone softened as his statement ended, seemingly very aware of the distress he had physically brought upon Ethan.

Ethan nodded, and there was a moment of silence between them.

“Well, until next time, Ethan." Kaldris eventually said, tipping his snout to bid farewell.

Kaldris disappeared from overhead, and his shadow walked the length of the ceiling before reaching the far wall just outside of Ethan's peripherals. He heard the door click and the hinges whine as the drake let himself out. The door shut behind him, leaving him alone in the room.

Ethan shut his eyes and let out an excessively long sigh. He laid in thought for a long while, his mind filled with the uncertainty of the future and what being associated with Kaldris would ultimately entail. He thought of Aurelith and what she would say if she saw him like this. There was no way he'd be able to keep this from her. He didn't know what he would say to her, and he dreaded knowing he'd eventually have to talk to her about the whole situation. Not because she'd be mad, but because he'd have to talk about what it felt like to be taken up the ass by a drake.

Shit, I'm supposed to walk her home.

He threw that idea right out of the window. He didn't even think he could stand at all, let alone walk. She'll understand. he thought to himself. Or maybe Aurelith will be walking me home. The satirical thought was only moderately funny to him.

The human spent a few more seconds wallowing in his thoughts before he willed himself to move. He quietly groaned to himself as he sat upright at the edge of the mattress, holding his abdomen as if it would ease his soreness. Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet, careful to stay upright.

Ethan clenched as he felt the now cool residue of Kaldris trickling down his leg, eventually reaching from the floor. He cringed, feeling incredibly dirty as gravity now worked against him. He mustered the strength to take a step, then another in the direction of the bathroom.

He had to clean himself up somehow. It might as well be with a warm bath.