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I knew it was the early morning, for it was during those premature lights of Dawn I snuck my way inside, nothing more but a thief going to break into a house or a palace.

But my love wouldn’t be denied, and so would my duties toward whom I adored and cared for. It had been a few days since I fulfilled them, and I knew it would soon torment me if I didn’t act. I knew the city would spurn me, and my teammates would mock me if not reject who I was.

But I couldn’t care. Without the taste of love, everything was ash. Even the fanciest meals the heavens could offer would be nothing compared to this, even anything Bahamut had to offer. Instead, I was finally here in the dark, armor doffed and on my knees, ready for my prayer.

First, I made sure my shaved horns wouldn’t hurt my love, passing a careful hand over that barrel and, in return, feeling the palpable need above me.

“I know, I am sorry. May I be smitten,” I whispered through my harsh breath. If I spoke louder, I would raise anyone around, but it had to be discreet.

And so, I exhaled. I let my hot breath escape my lips, mixing with the warmth encompassing me, surrounding me. And I pressed my muzzle onward. The raw taste encountered by purled lips, danced then spread over my thinned grin as the scent became overwhelmingly strong. So strong, so intense, so perfect. It was like a narcotic to me, it still is. Even now as I recount it to you, I feel the slight shiver in the back of my mind… Like a recall, or a high that would never go. Perhaps I should have my meal?

No?

And so I was, pressing my muzzle on. My digits weren’t idle either. At first, I clenched them in fear. But then, I could no longer retain myself from using them and lifting my fingers against them… The delicate weight in my palm, the rough skin against my dulled claws, the sensation of warm… And the pulses. “I could sleep against them, I could simply lay my head there and listen to the endless flow inside. Although I would probably be punished by my transgression.”

“Get on with it.”

“I am sorry, but those details are important for what follows,”

“Really?”

“Yes, Officer. Please, allow me to continue.”

And so I began to massage each orb in my palm, caressing and stroking them. Above, my lover was already prancing around, but I attempted to shush him, to let him know it was me. And so, I kissed him. I let my tongue out and pressed it on the sheath before my lips followed. And right away, he stopped fussing and acting out, allowing me to work on what mattered.

Can you imagine how it feels to finally drink water after spending weeks in the desert, without so much of a drop to satisfy your thirst? That was it. For all that time alone, that was my desert. And I was given water in the for-

“Cut it short. Please.”

So… I was making out with my horse’s sheath. Under my tongue, the skin was rubbery, but soon it distended. All the while hidden behind the caparison, so I could suck that cock off. Despite my wide muzzle, it hurt my mouth to fit everything inside it. However… I had that equine cock entirely fitted within. Of course, above, my horse neighed and began to scuff around since the sensation was always a tad intense for him. But I sucked him off the best I could with my mouth surrounding the flesh. It was perfect, tasteful, with a slight earthy touch like humus and leather. And over my lips, my nostrils were filled with that delicious stench after days of carrying me around without a bath, nearly knocking me off my feet if I did fill my lungs. But I was careful and did not press my luck further than necessary. No, I just… Sucked my horse. With my head going back and forth to-

“I know your kind is into horses, bu-”

“This is an important moment, Officer. Let me retell it.”

So with my head going back and forth, and my throat stretched by that equine dick, I wasn’t paying any attention to what was happening around. All the sounds were muffled, my fingers were on those testicles. … I was slobbering on that shaft with my eyes closed.

But then, I felt fresh air rush against my silvery scales, like a breeze or something.

And when I opened my eyes, it was to see the caparison had been peeled back from my bay horse, exposing us both while my lover remained deep inside me. And thought it was the moment to unleash himself inside. His testicles clenched in my palm, he sauntered… And there, I was stuffed with more than anything I could hope for. It was staunch, starchy, heavy… And it tasted wonderful. Like some wine but thicker and sweeter, more… Nothing can beat that, sirs. Nothing at all.

For that day, I had fulfilled my duty.

“I may have a question.”

“No, don’t you go ask him. We still have to know what they were doing in the stables.”

“Rubbish, Sir. Perdon me, Sir. Why you… No. Why most of the Dragonborns I’ve seen around are into horses? Is it me, or am I crazy?”

“Haha. Well, It’s another detail of my story. But I’ll come to it then.”

Like most young in my clan hailing from Tymanther, I vowed myself to fight the enemies of Bahamut. But with the different assaults of Unther on our country and then little city, life was not so hopeful. I became a Paladin of the Order and bore the amulet of Bahamut like many peers, and to this day, I still pray to him. Like my peers, I fought on the field and pushed back the invader until one fateful day, the might of Unther was unleashed on our stronghold. We were nothing but families and faithfuls of Bahamut; it seemed absurd they would assault us, but scouts had been clear on the army’s arrival at our doorsteps.

As Unther pushed deepward, we huddled in our temple, ready to endure the last attack. Which never came. Instead, we heard cries of battle outside. And my friends and I, we dared to use one of the back-entrance to peek outside and know what it was… And it was a massacre.

The Unther army that had managed to break through the Guardsmen at the frontier, the strongholds, and beyond; they had been utterly crushed. It was the doing of another army, of Dragonborns cavaliers. I never knew they existed until that moment, but their armors of silver with the arms of a Dragon and a horse holding each a blade in their mouth told me nothing.

I later learned they were the mounted Spears of Bahamut.

“Wait? Is that the same coat you’re wearing on your armor?”

“Yes, luckily, I have been introduced to that order by my mentor, Arklaro.”

It was also him I first saw when stepping outside. A large Dragonborn with brass scales and a green gaze who noticed me, jumped off his horse, and saluted.

Instantly, I knew he was a good man because he had the guts to salute me, a whelp trembling beneath his scales mail. He saluted children, victims of war, like proud soldiers. He then offered our clan to join the rush to repel Unther from our lands. Which we did… With a protestation, dare I say.

And while I vowed myself to Bahamut, I asked Arklaro to let me become one of them.

For that, I had to train each day with the blade, shield, and spear; as well as any weapon I was given. I had to meditate in the stables and fields, vow to chastity, and endure the trials by the blade, the flames, and more.

Until I was deemed ready and Arklaro led me to a cavern through a downward opening in the side of our monastery.

That place smelled like horses, and as I was led there, many elders stood there to watch me. They were all in robes, but they ordered me to doff my armor. I did it, and knelt by the altar they had prepared. Onto which was a sort of golden trinket prepared for me. And they prayed, they prayed to Bahamut for his strength. But also prayed the Equine for giving them endurance and fortitude. Then, they gave me a bowl full of white liquid I had to dr-

“Was it… Uh… You know?”

“Yes.”

Yes. I didn’t know at that time, but I drank it and found it delicious, delightful even. I felt at peace and relaxed for the first time in years. A boon from the ceremony. Then the elders nodded, told me to take the trinket and wear it. To this day, I have been keeping my cage as a dutiful member of the mounted Spears.

Then, one of the elders made a sign. Another Paladin arrived while leading a horse to the cavern by an unknown passageway.

That day, I met my husband.

“Your horse… Not your husband.”

“Our Paladin vows are also marital vows, Officer.”

“Snrk- Okay… Go on.”

I will spare you the details, but that day… As I caged off my dragonhood and embraced the equine, I became a full-fledged mounted Spear. I was allowed to take the coat of arms and to carry on my duties though the elders sent a few co-disciples and me to the west; to meet with a congregation there that was in dire need of assistance.

“Wait. It’s not really my question. I asked you why you… All Dragonborns are into horses. I get it for you and all your friends who married a horse, even if it sounds like madness to me… … But! Why are you so many like that?”

“Because it is the will of Bahamut. The great platinum Dragon has always protected our kind and showered us with his care and love, just and equanimous like many of the metallic dragons living on this land. But now, Bahamut has elected the help of another deity to guide us.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Dragonhood never allowed us to thrive and survive, following the shame of our elders and the weakness of Bahamut will only lead us to repeat the failures of before. So, like Bahamut, we now live to serve our Horses. The great caged Dragon is showing the Dragonborns the path to perfection, and we shall thank him for giving us such a marvelous future.”

“… Fuck. That’s batshit crazy. That’s batshit crazy?”

“That’s batshit crazy, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

“Do not worry. I do not intend to convert you, only the willings are allowed in our ranks and those who prove worthy to their horses. Unlike you. I know you’ve been hard on your mount and cinched his belly too much, making your horse sick and weak this last month.”

“What the-”

“As for you, Officer, you’ve never had one and always strayed away from them. Though they don’t like you either, so this is fine. Not everyone is blessed.”

“What the fuck! Now we have a fucking oracle.”

“Do not fret. I am merely speaking the words of Bahamut, the great caged Dragon. Whom had found love and peace, and so shall we.”

As I met with the congregations, I was let to understand it had become my duty to attain the furthest reaches north and find forlorn souls who need to find Bahamut’s love. But in doing so, I had to leave my friends and allies. And work with people living inside those lands.

I quickly learned how frowned upon was my love and attention to my husband. Many humans in those lands find it disgusting. Therefore, I had to buy a caparison to make my daily orations discreet. But then I found elves did not sleep and made it impossible to please my lover late at night. One by one, they left. And I had to abandon the cause of working with adventurers until I met my group.

“Wait? Those two? They were your companions?”

“Companion, friend, ally. You can use any word you desire, but they helped me.”

“Fat chance, they won’t come back for someone like you. They’re already gone.”

“This is no problem, Officer, my faith in the great caged Dragon guides me.”

“Crazy…”

“… Well, could we return to the meat of- fuck, sorry sir, to the subject?”

So… As I was back. I was feeling the caparison peeled away from my husband.

“Please, don’t say husband. You’re making it weird.”

From my... Horse. I was still worshiping him and making sure his needs were handled, with my hands on his heavy testicles. My mouth was softly holding that shaft in place while the last drops were bestowed to me. I was feeling blessed and gifted when I finally looked at what was happening.

And I saw my teammates: Rangar the Red and Ratch.

They were standing there, looking down at me, an-

“Wait! Wait! Hold on. Nobody told us there was Rangar the Red in the matter.”

“Hmmm… The old innkeepers gave us a description and wanted to be paid for it, but we thought they were fooling us.”

“And you never thought about confir-… Fine. So… You’re a Paladin of Bahamut, a deity of good, suck off horses in your spare time, and yet you’re working with criminals.”

“To be honest, Officer, they promised me they would behave in my presence as long as I could provide the Pardon of Bahamut to them. Would they have acted like criminals in my presence, it would have been for me to smite them.”

“I doubt that.”

“You’re hurting my pride, officer. I am no pushover.”

“No, but you were found naked without your equipment in a puddle of… Something in public. Even now, you only have a coat to cover your bare ass.”

“… You’re right. Shall I continue?”

“Wait! I am sorry to interrupt, but could you describe them to us? It is rare we get first-hand descriptions of them.”

To describe Rangar is to return to the origin of a Gnoll. He looks like any of them, like an animal with a long and large snout. His left eye is red, like tarnished with blood. The left is covered with a leather patch with straps passing around his right ear and over the face until it returns to the patch. A part of his muzzle, the left one, has a gnarly scar and some of his jaw is broken. Therefore, he tends to slur and repeat words in an attempt to correct his speech. However, he has a rather good diction for someone of his education and background.

His fur is brown mottled with black, whilst his red hair is attached and braided along his back.

He usually wears a cowl to cover his head and body, but he possesses an armor of boiled leather with reinforced parts underneath.

With those plaques, he protects his flanks and shoulders, as well as his chest, but remains swift enough and his articulation unhindered.

And under his armor, he’s rather lithe but muscular. He is not fat by any means, and his wounds have mostly healed, especially the gash over his belly.

And finally, for his malehood, he has a rather long cock with a length of around eight in-

“Wait, this is not necessary.”

“Are you certain? It has its importance, Officer.”

“… Fine.”

So, his length is around eight inches, with a respectable width. The foreskin is of dark brown, with the texture of leather, and its tip ends in a spade. The skin is often oily, much like for the testicles. They solely possess a tuft of red hair in the middle, as the remaining parts are as dark as coal. They hang loose in the hands, like mine, and can easily fill them.

That’s it for Rangar.

“Uh… Is… Well. We will believe you but… Big like this?”

“Yes, it sounds like bullshit to me.”

“I promise this is the truth through and through, Officer. I still feel them in my palm, heavy like boulders.”

“Urf… Now Ratch. That little fucker always escapes our grasp.”

“For what is he convicted?”

“Assault and battery against depository of authority, murder of two constables, arson against the house of a nobleman but twice. Insults to guards and depository of the public function, stealing and ransacking multiple shops in the high city.”

“Hmm… Is this all? Has he done anything to the guards, physically, or to the destitute?”

“Good question, he did that?”

“From our archives and documents, his sole crimes are those accounted for. Do you want me to ask further?”

“Oh, no. But thank you for clarifying those details and for partaking in my inquiries.”

While Rangar may look brutish, Ratch is more of an artificer. He’s a goblin of fair size with a rugged face, but doubled by an aquiline nose. He has two green eyes, and his wide brows are always frowning at anyone, while his gray-bearded lips are constantly curled in a grin. He also has the scent of powder that sticks to him and hurts my nose whenever I’m too close. It’s associated with the explosives he uses, but still.

Beyond that… Contrary to Rangar, he wears a shortened green acolyte robe with traces of burns and oil on it. I suppose it has a sentimental value because he’s never fine parting from it except for a bath, but even then, he’s prompt to don it back. The cloth is cut in the middle with a single waistband closing it, exposing his chest. But he always wears two other belts onto which he attaches the bombs he’s making himself. I always advise him to use a bag, but he’s content having them exposed like this.

“He’s a nutcase who uses them around from what we remember.”

Nonetheless, he’s extremely cautious when he undoes his belt and puts them away. And below his trousers and robe, he is quite nimble, too. A bit pudgy after the years, but he is still fast and apt. As for his genitals, he has a nine inches cock with…

“COUGH! Absurd. COUGH!”

“Are you doubting me, Officer?”

“No, not at all. I have a sore throat.”

So… Despite the doubts, Ratch has a nine inches cock, cut. Without foreskin, his darker glans is visible, and always hanging low between his legs. His testicles are close to the skin and alright for his size, though with gray hair.

“And? That’s all for him? Right.”

“Uhm? Oh yes, it is. I have no other details to give.”

“Still. Let’s go back to the caparison.”

“Of course!”

So, here I was with my mouth occupied and my eyelids half-open. The sunlight was hitting me, but I could still see my partners, Rangar the Red and Ratch. Both were clothed and looking at me with contempt.

At first, my ears were still ringing, so I could not understand a single thing they stated, but then I saw Rangar’s grin. He always had large teeth, but that grin was carnivorous when he looked at me like some fresh meat.

And then, they began to strip. I do not lie when I say I was bewildered by the situation. When I was found out in such a situation, my former teammates would have spurned me and tried to shame me. They would hurl insults at me or oust me by the day if not given the silent treatment.

But when I finally could hear and exited from below my Husband’s belly, Rangar put his paw on my shoulder and told me: “What a go-good caged fag.”

I was surprised by his choice of words, but then my blue eyes peered the tent in his trousers. And so was I led on all fours. Before me, they stripped, peeled layer after layer while leering at me.

“Yeah, Got a fancy ass, Dragonboi,” were Ratch’s words… Only for Rangar to tease my nipples, tug on them, and poke my cockcage with his toes.

“Ca- Caged too! Hehe!”

At that moment, they stopped to consider me like the Paladin who protected them on the road, but like a wanton, like a whore without so much respect for herself. They fondled my chest, heavy with all the tinctures I must take to stay limp and prepared for Bahamut.

“Crazy.”

“Hrmph!”

They also stroked my belly like I was rearing a brood, caressing the symbol of my pledge: of the hoof encompassing Bahamut’s flight. And finally, they began to tug and play with the pristine cage I had been bestowed, once I became a mounter Spear. They even nudged my testicles and almost marched on them. But they did not stop their comments:

“Sexy ass Dragonboi, you’re using often?”

“Hehehe. Y- Yes! You-You’re using it often? Hehehe! What’s the bi-big deal with your cock?”

“Bah. He got it caged like any horse-addict around. ‘Heard about it but never guessed our Dragonboi was a horse-cocksucker.”

They mocked me-

“I guess we get the gist of it. You can pass.”

“Hmm… Perhaps it would be interesting to get the full testimony, Sir?”

“Really? Fine! But I won’t stay here while you write it all!”

“In that case… Let’s keep going?”

“Of course.”

So they mocked me and Ratch pulled two trinkets out of his pockets. They were like hairpins, but he used them to stab my testicles, one for each. I thought it would hurt me, but instead, it was… Strange. And warm. And then, he told me.

“Yeah, yeah, Dragonboi, now you’re ours to use. If not, I’ll not fry your little nuts how you like them. Dead and gone.”

And a spark shook my body as he activated the enchantments on them. I don’t know how long he had been preparing for this. But I instantly came from the sensation behind me. Rangar had already licked my nape and spine while laughing.

I was in no position to oppose them, my limbs were almost giving out. And so I was pushed on my knees and elbows while Ratch pulled more from his satchel. That time, it was a vial he pressed to my mouth that I had to empty. What I tasted was akin to a healing flask but stronger, and it made my head heavy. That and my knees and elbows weak before I almost fell on the ground.

Even their words were definitely muffled to me.

But not their action as both approached me on each side: Ratch for the head, Rangar my backside.

My tail was tugged, lifted against my will while Rangar presented his cock to my back-entrance. I was ashamed, afraid of what would happen if I happened to break my vows of commitment with my Husband. But then, I could no longer utter an opposition as the Gnoll began to push through my sphincter and rub my Draggie-spot like the Elders taught me, like my husband did.

It felt so good to have that cock rub there, to press again my sweet spot. It felt so… Hhh. How could I say? Lovely. Yes, lovely to have that gland pressed and squeezed while my worthless seed oozed out of my pristine cage.

I admit I wasn’t listening, or trying to anymore. I enjoyed the ride as if it was me who was belly-riding my Husband like during our honeymoon. It was enthralling to finally enjoy such pleasures after weeks of nothing but fingering myself and pleasing my lover, loving and eager as he is.

But then, Ratch threw the vial and pried my mouth with his thumb. He dragged my snout along his pudgy belly and hairy pubes to have it by his massive green cock.

It didn’t have to hearken his words to start sucking on it. Of course, it wasn’t as big as a horse nor as flared. But it felt good to breathe and not choke up on a cock for once. For once, I wasn’t limited by time or breath, so I could diligently unleash all of my elders’ teachings as I did with our Tikbalang master at the monastery.

I had always been told my tongue was a true boon, and, sure, Ratch did moan the whole time I was there between his legs with his hands on my horns. He would let go of them even if I tapped his thighs, so I gave up on that and just followed along. Much like Rangar, who kept using my ass and… Well.

Let’s say he isn’t hung as a horse but has the energy and most of the length. If it didn’t wreck my guts like a bellyride would do, it-

“You… You mention bellyriding, but what does it-… Uh.”

“Yes. During long travels, our orders mandate we should bellyride our horses not to bother their backs. And if our husbands will it, we are also mandated to keep them inside us for the whole travel.”

“It-… It sounds harsh- Sir!”

“Oh, you’re back, officer? We were talking about bellyriding with you-”

“Yeah yeah. What did I miss?”

“I was explaining how us Spears of Bahamut are supposed to travel… And how Ratch and Rangar used me.”

“Fine. Let’s get back to it.”

“Of course. So, as I said, we bellyride our mounts with their dicks inside us in case we need to travel over long periods. It may sound harsh, but our bodies are made and remade for this. If the great caged Dragon endured it for us, so shall we for our husbands and lovers.”

“It… Well, it’s still harsh. It doesn’t hurt you at all?”

“Our bodies are strong and enduring. If our given purpose breaks us, it means we are failures. But we shall not fail.”

“Heh, he’s crazy as heck.”

“I am not. I have been blessed, Officer.”

“Yeah, yeah. Keep on.”

Hmm… Where was I? Ah, yes, Rangar. Well, he is rather hung with testicles to back that claim. His cock may not be flared like my Husband, but when it penetrated me... He laid on my backside while I remained on all fours. He growled in my ears, biting my nape. Even now, I still have the bite marks to prove it. It did hurt, but there was something so good and primal as I felt his scrotum hitting my rough backside, my tail crushed between our bodies… And more than that, his scent.

“His… Scent?”

Yes, one of sex, sweat, blood, and more. It filled my nostrils much like Ratch’s one, and tantalized me. I eagerly swallowed the goblin’s shaft, but the feeling of a rough body above me, keeping me on hold and using me. I admit I came multiple times, and my cage wasn’t as pristine as it should be, but I couldn’t halt myself, you see.

When a lower-being like me gets his Draggie-spot massaged like that, it is expected of us to ejaculate that way. Or by pulling on our nipples for those who are sensitive here. But to empty our perverse and egoistical thoughts, it is through the ass we hold ourselves accountable.

And my Draggie-spot? Oh… He was crushing it good, massaged it like an expert while Ratch made me slobber on his cock again and again until he was satisfied and pushed me away.

I wasn’t really thinking about it, but he had managed to ejaculate. The slight taste of cum remained on my lips as I licked them, and both men began to fumble around. And then, Rangar lifted me off the ground and held me up with his arms. I am no small-fry so lifted like so, I was surprised. But he then dropped to his knees while Ratch approached with more of those pinpricks he began to place. One through each nipple, one inside my urethra, one through where I should have a navel like you, humans. And one in my taint. Each made me bleed just a bit, but soon after, the shocks through them cauterized the flesh and made it clear I was there to… Please them.

“Those… You still have them?”

“Of course… Even now, I feel my testicles being deliciously electrified by magic. Only my body’s natural fortitude is able to fight the effect back, but… It is so good.”

“Urf… May… May I have the authorization to expunge those last details?”

“Yeah, Granted. Go on, Dragonboi.”

Once the enchanted pinpricks were inserted, Rangar lowered himself a little more. So that Ratch could press his green cock against my widened hole. And together, they mounted me. My Gnoll friend in the back, holding me and licking my nape. And my Goblin friend up front, doing all the movement and rubbing my abused Draggie-spot while using a gauntlet to shock my testicles. They were relentless, and even as they came, which they did and so did I, it didn’t stop. It continued on my back with both abreast, Ratch in my ass and Rangar choking me with his shaft.

“Isn’t it a good slut? Choking on all dicks.”

“Sir! It’s not opportune to comment in such a lecherous way. We’re- We’re getting a testimony here!”

“Of course, from a crazy dragonboi addict. Spread your legs while you talk.”

“Yes. As you wish, Officer.”

It felt like hours to me until they were both done and out of breath. Myself, I was heaving but could still endure more if I was asked of me. However, luck would not have it that as I began to regain my composure. I was to witness my teammates’ departure and me in a puddle of their doing. And perhaps of my Husband’s. Nonetheless, I was entirely naked, my armor still hidden in our room.

“If I may… We searched your room like the guards asked, and they found nothing in there. Not your gear nor anything incriminating.”

“Well… I-”

“Don’t interrupt him again. I want to hear it until the end.”

So. I was naked, without a weapon, reeking. And more than that, with daylight now settled, there was no way for me to be unseen. Or even avoid the glare of the innkeeper, his wife, and the two city guards he had called to deal with the noise we made.

As expected, none of them were pleased to see me in such a state, covered, marked, and branded. Right away, the city guards grabbed me and were already dragging me out on the ground of diurnal prostitution. But the Innkeeper recognized me and asked me what I was doing there.

And… I told him the truth about why I was there in the first place and to send a word to my friends if possible.

“Really? You told that old fucker you were there to suck off your horse?!”

“I… I did so, Officer.”

“Sir! This is not a correct question to ask. What about ethics?”

“Ah! Who cares? So, Dragonboi. Tell me the last tidbits before you landed here.”

Hmm. The man spat in my face right away while his wife readily ran to their inn with disgust. The guards around me looked at me in a similar way, but none released their grip. The old woman then returned with the gold we paid for the night and threw it at my face. But I couldn’t grab hold of it, so it fell… And I was dragged back here, to that dungeon while sighed by any commoners curious to see one of my kind in the western lands.

“You were turned on by it, dragonboi? Your clitty is dripping.”

“Sir!”

“Yeah yeah, I should be ethical and all. But that big slut is turned on. And he likes it when I fry his nuts like this.”

“HRMPHH!”

“Sir! This-!”

“HRRMPHH! Mo- More!”

“Oh, you’ll get more Dragonboi. It’s been fun and all, but it’s time to pull you out of jail.”

And so, here I stand on a wooden chair with a cowl over my body, but my legs spread like a whore. My caged cock drips onto the chair, then the cold stone as I watch the pudgy Officer shrink and change appearance. His skin, clear and white, and his beard, black as coal, are both changing colors as his ears elongate and his nose gets bigger.

Behind, the poor lad is running to press his back against the wall, his pimpled face and clean-cut brown hair proving he was pretty green. But I don’t care. Instead, I see Ratch appear from the disguise he had been wearing and approach with a dagger, only to cut the cords restraining me, allowing me to reach for my hands.

On the other hand, the Goblin eagerly reaches for my nuts to squeeze them a good time, sending another shock through them and my groin until I exhale.

“That’s a good Dragonboi. Let’s get you out of here before we get all the attention.”

He says, heading to the door where we’re met with a peculiar sight: A naked human, the same officer as before, attached and forced to sit on one of the chairs in the hallway with only a cowl to cover him. All the while, at his side stands a peculiar Gnoll, grinning and clad in an armor that was ripping apart at the seams.

And right away, Ratch pushes me with a tap on the backside: “First escape! You’re officially part of the team, Dragonboi!”