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When the lizard pushed the tavern's door open, the first thing that hit him was the smell. It was normal for taverns and bars to smell like ale, but that one somehow managed to get the distinct, acrid smell of that cheap type of ale that tasted like piss. Tullus brought an arm to cover his snout and, for a moment, had second thoughts about going inside, but he shook that off. As he stepped inside, well... it wasn't the very worst place he had ever been in. Bounty hunters like him were used to treading through the mud. Perhaps it could make it into the top five of his list of crudest places, though.

The place looked dirty. It was little more than a very wide room filled with wooden tables and chairs with a bar at the very end, opposite to the entry door. Granted, Tullus had to admit that it was bigger than he had thought it'd be given that the entrance was hidden in an alleyway. The place was pretty crowded with most of the tables having no empty seats. The mixed sound of chatter filled the air with most of the voices that made it clearly sounding slurred. It felt like every drunken patron in the damn place was trying to be louder than the next in order to be heard. Truly a despicable place. Even the wooden floor was tainted with stains of spilled alcohol that had never been cleaned. It almost made Tullus feel bad to get the soles of his black boots dirty by stepping on it.

Taking a deep breath, the lizard pressed on. As he made his way through the tables, Tullus couldn't help but notice that he got a few odd stares. He had already heard the reputation of the 'Hidden Knife', one of the most lowkey taverns to be found in that damned city, so he had put on what he considered to be the worst of his clothing in order to blend in as best as he could. Yet, still, somehow the lizard felt overdressed. The white shirt he wore was of such cheap fabric that it pinched against his green scales. His brown pants were of the simplest kind as well and black vest he wore over it wasn't uncommon either, but looking at the other patrons he realized that he might stand out simply because his clothes were clean rather than ragged and dirty. That is, comparing to the patrons that even wore clothing. Many of them were shirtless. Tullus walked by a furred man that looked like a wolf passed out on the floor, leaning against a chair, with his fur completely soaked in what smelled like ale and yet still no one seemed to give a damn about it.

Reaching the bar, Tullus sighed. He took a seat on a stool away from the clearly intoxicated rat two seats over and raised his hand to call out to the bartender. He was a bear, quite large and with brown fur. Also shirtless, but Tullus was far past doubting the sanitary values of the place, so he ignored it. The bear approached him and was not subtle in the way he studied the bounty hunter.

"Yeah? What can I get ya, stranger?"

"Ale. A cup of your finest, please." The lizard reached into his pocket and slid a single gold coin across the counter. The bear looked at it with suspicion in his eyes, grabbed it and took a bite at the coin to try to bend it. Tullus couldn't tell the bear's conclusion towards his definitely genuine golden coin because his frown did not waver for a second, but with a grunt and a nod, the bear turned away.

While he waited, Tullus used the opportunity to scan the bar properly. Obtaining information about his targets was definitely not the lizard's favorite part about being a bounty hunter, but it was a necessary one. Who better to know the secrets of the scum that lived in the trash of society than said trash itself? The lizard's eyes scanned the crowd with his face wrinkling in disgust with each table he went through, but there was no sign of his contact yet. He didn't know the guy's species, for they had only communicated through anonymous letters, but he knew he was going to be wearing a red-laced cloak with a hood. Typical.

It was no surprise that the guy wasn't there yet, though. Tullus had arrived well before the appointed hour so that he could get his bearings on the place. It would serve him well to keep a watch on the door and make sure his contact walked in alone, too. One could never be too careful when dealing with such scum. None of them liked bounty hunters for obvious reasons. The lizard was sure that, if he looked, he might find posters with minor bounties on the city square for half the patrons of that damned place, but Tullus wasn't just any cheap bounty hunter. He was the type that went after the big fish and, with the information he was about to receive that night, one or two of his new big targets would be that much closer to becoming a big pile of gold that he would gladly add to his fortune.

His ale soon arrived. As expected, it tasted awful and he had to fight through the burning to swallow it. Tullus turned around to keep an eye on both the tavern and its entrance for any newcomers. As the lizard's eyes swept through the place again, they were caught by a paw raised towards him.

"Yo!" its owner called. Tullus met his eyes. A gnoll, by the likes of it, and a big one at that. The guy was shirtless with his brown fur looking ragged and poorly kept. Grinning as he was, Tullus had a view of the sharp, white teeth adorning his elongated canine-like muzzle. The lizard ignored it at first, but the gnoll then pointed a clawed finger straight towards him.

"Yo! You! Lizard-guy!"

Tullus perked up. He raised an eye ridge towards the gnoll and gave him an inquisitive look. The gnoll, sitting on a wide but empty table, beckoned towards him.

"C'me here!"

The lizard rolled his eyes. He was about to turn around and ignore the beast, but upon closer inspection, Tullus noticed that, while shirtless, the gnoll had some kind of golden necklace draped around his neck. It sat right over his bare chest and, at its core, the necklace held a purple gemstone of exquisite beauty. Tullus wondered just who that gnoll had stolen that from. With a sigh, however, the lizard decided to stand up and approach the gnoll's table. He didn't think the brute's grin could grow any wider, but when he got there he was proven wrong.

"What is it?" the lizard asked with visible impatience. He felt no need to be polite to people like that.

"Oh, it's nothin'," the gnoll said. "Was just wonderin' if you'd be interested in a game of cards?"

Now from up-close Tullus could hear how rough his voice was. It had a bit of a growl behind it. Not only that but from standing near the gnoll he could also tell that the guy was even cruder than he had looked like from afar. His short fur was tangled here and there and, under the table, the gnoll did wear a very worn-looking pair of brown pants, but that was all. His chest and footpaws were bare. All save for his beautiful necklace, of course. That necklace around the gnoll's neck was like a piece of beautiful art displayed on a crumbling, stained wall. Tullus turned his nose away.

"No thank you. I'm busy." Just as before, Tullus was just about ready to turn around and walk away, but the gnoll's paw came up to adjust the necklace around his chest in a simple motion. It was enough to draw the lizard's eyes back to it and retain his attention. It really didn't fit the guy.

"C'mon, you want to play a game or two. You might earn yerself some good coin out of it. You'd like to earn some more coin."

By the heavens, his tone was annoying. Tullus had absolutely no need for coin. The ten little coins of gold he had in his pocket were likely more than most of these people saw in a week of work. The small pouch filled with thirty hidden in the inner pocket of his vest that was meant for his contact in exchange for information was probably more than they had ever seen at once in their entire miserable lives.

Yet... well, one could never have too much coin, right? The gnoll had a point. He did feel like playing a game or two and he would like to earn a little more coin. Why not? The lizard considered it again in his mind. The table was a worse vantage point to watch the tavern than the bar, but at least he'd blend in pretty nicely.

"Fine," the lizard finally conceded, pulling up a chair to sit down. "What are we playing?"

"Jacks. Rule of fifteen. Fold two cards, call for high or low." The gnoll had a smirk plastered all over his face. From his experience as a bounty hunter, he could already tell there was something shady about the guy. Given the place the gnoll chose to spend his time on, that was no surprise, but the lizard made a mental note to be careful. If the gnoll had any sleeves in the first place Tullus would assume he intended to cheat, but since he didn't... well, that was even worse.

There was some hidden intention there, but what it was remained to be seen. Not that Tullus was scared, though. He was a trained fighter and, even though the gnoll was twice his size, he had taken down worse. That and Tullus didn't intend to stick around for long enough to find out if the gnoll had some genuine bad intentions towards him or if that just happened to be his hideous resting face.

Grabbing the deck of cards the gnoll had on the table, he started shuffling. His clawed paws were surprisingly dextrous at it.

"So, what's yer name, scalie?" the gnoll asked while he shuffled the cards. Tullus gave him a deadly stare and a hiss.

"Don't call me that," he warned, then regained some of his composure. "My name is none of your business just as I have no intention of learning yours, mongrel."

Instead of getting offended, the gnoll just let out a laugh. "Hah! Fine then, don't tell me. I was just tryin' to be nice an' all anyway." Done shuffling, the gnoll started dealing the cards. Seven for each of them. After setting the deck down, the beast reached into his pocket to pull a handful of silver coins out. He placed five over the table.

"You're coverin' this," the gnoll stated. One moment the gnoll made an 'attempt' to be polite, the other he was already being annoying by speaking as if he was ordering instead of asking. Tullus just snorted at the gnoll, but indeed reached into his own inner pocket to pull a gold coin out. It was worth a little more than five silvers, but he let it pass. The gnoll seemed extra happy to see the gold.

Tullus felt eager to see that smirk wiped from his face when he lost it. They picked up their cards, the lizard having a decent hand, but he still switched out a single card. The gnoll switched both, but the way he grinned like an idiot while staring at the cards he held was a huge tell that his cards were probably pretty high. Tullus stared at the crude back of those cards for a moment, considering what to do.

"Low," he called and showed his cards. The gnoll did the same. To Tullus' surprise, the gnoll's cards were actually of low value.

"Hah! Nice try, scalie," the gnoll said, pulling all the coins to his side.

"I told you not to call me that." The lizard made a disgruntled sound. He didn't care about a single gold piece all that much anyway. Instead, he scanned the bar to search for any signs of his contact. Or, at least, started to, but the gnoll snapped his claws to grab his attention again.

"Hey, one more. Double or nothin'. You want to win yer gold back." After the statement, the gnoll pulled a bunch more silver coins and added them to the pile. Tullus looked at him and considered. The gnoll still had the same annoying smirk on his face. He sat back against the chair that, honestly, was barely wide enough for his form, and used his fingers to play with his necklace while waiting for an answer. The purple gemstone reflected the light of the lanterns around the tavern and turned it into an eerie glow.

Tullus simply reached into his pocket and pulled out another gold coin. "I'll deal this time."

The lizard took the cards and shuffled them. Tullus thought it might annoy the gnoll that he wanted to deal in case he was cheating, but the gnoll seemed pleased with not having to do it and instead, just continued to fiddle with his necklace. After picking the cards up, the gnoll held them all with a single paw right over his chest. Tullus stared at them trying to puzzle out what the gnoll might have or not, but he found the gleam of the necklace resting right above them distracting.

The gnoll asked something, but it sounded distant. Tullus blinked.

"What?"

"You foldin'?" the gnoll asked with patience. "I call high."

Tullus' mind returned to the game. He tried to focus, switched a card, and the cards were shown.

"Fucking hell." It was unseemly for someone like him to curse like that, but Tullus felt frustrated seeing the gnoll's hand pulling the pile of coins towards his chest again. He had lost.

"Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. You want to win this, though. New bet?"

The lizard nodded. With impatience, he picked up the cards to deal again. The next game went down pretty much the same way. Tullus considered himself a good player, but that damned gnoll was always smiling. As if he had just told some kind of joke with the lizard being the punchline of it. It was beyond annoying. Tullus was frustrated, but he forced himself to focus harder on the game. If he really put his mind into it, he could win. That crude, dirty mutt was no match for his wits.

The games kept going. On the fifth one, Tullus slammed the table when he finally won a round. He pulled the coins they had bet on that one, which were actually not that many, to his side with pleasure, but it annoyed him to see that the gnoll didn't even look bothered over losing.

"Aww," the mongrel said, not sounding sorry at all. "Fuck that. We're gonna bet higher now so I can win it back. You want to bet higher too. You want to win real bad."

Damn right he did. Tullus smiled at the gnoll and pulled out four more gold coins from his pocket to throw them at the table. The amount of silver the gnoll added to the bet didn't quite amount to it, but Tullus wasn't really worried about that. He wanted to win. The lizard licked his lips when the cards were dealt again.

Unfortunately for Tullus, he did not have the same luck again. The cards were dealt and, when he lost, he realized he had messed up. He had four high cards of pretty high value but had called low. Why? A big blunder, but the lizard didn't think much of it. Instead, he just looked at all of the gold sitting on the damned gnoll's side of the table. Tullus didn't even have to think about it. He naturally reached into his pocket to get more for the next round, but he found it empty. That disoriented him a little.

"You dry already?" the gnoll asked while shuffling the cards. "But you still want to bet more."

Tullus narrowed his eyes towards the mongrel. The lizard bit his lip. He really wanted to fucking win. Reluctantly, he reached into the hidden pocket inside his vest and pulled out the pouch of gold that was meant for something else.

"You wish I was dry. I'm winning it all back," Tullus said with a cocky smile of his own. The lizard grabbed a few new coins of gold and, soon enough, he was focusing on the cards again. The original purpose of the gold pouch was nothing but a fleeting thought in the lizard's mind. No, what mattered was the game, the gnoll, and winning. They picked their cards up and soon enough, Tullus' eyes were back to focusing on the ragged back of the mongrel's cards. The necklace gleamed behind them and Tullus felt better. Oh, he would win.

Round after round went by. Tullus tried his best, but he lost the first round, then the second, then the third, the fourth... By the seventh, the cloth of his previously filled gold pouch was flat over the table with the gnoll having a real pile of coins next to him. The lizard growled, looking at his cards and feeling good about that one. He had six very high cards and it was his turn to call. Tullus did his best to keep his face straight, but not smiling was so hard!

"High or low, scalie?" the gnoll asked. Tullus glanced up from his cards to look at him. That completely obnoxious smirk still got on his nerves, but his eyes caught a glimpse of his necklace as well and fuck, was that thing beautiful. The lizard could swear for a moment that the gemstone was getting bigger. He stared at it, he wasn't really sure for how long, but the gnoll's paw came to cover it after a while, shamefully. It snapped him back towards what really mattered: the game.

"High or low?" the mongrel asked again, grinning now.

"Ah, high," Tullus said with triumph, then he put his cards down on the table. When he looked down at his own cards he realized he had one high card, but most of them were actually quite low. The gnoll's were better.

"Looks like I win this time," the mongrel said, pulling the new coins to his pile. Tullus was confused for a moment, something at the back of his mind nagging at him as he stared at the cards. How many times had he lost in a row again?

"Your turn to deal," the gnoll said, snapping him out of it and back to reality again. Fuck. He needed to stop getting distracted. That was why he was losing! With one hand, Tullus gathered the cards and with the other, he reached into his pouch to get more gold, but he found it empty. That surprised him. He hadn't noticed he had used the last of it. The lizard took the pouch and shook it hoping some entangled coin might fall from it, but it was empty.

"Aww. Looks like you're out of gold." Tullus looked up to see the gleam of the grinning gnoll's white teeth.

"I..." he stammered. Being out of gold was bad. He had lost a lot! But what really irked the lizard was that... he would not be able to play anymore. He felt his gut wrench at the thought and grew nervous.

"You can bet other things," the gnoll said as if he could read his thoughts. That might also have struck Tullus as weird, perhaps, but he just really wanted to play. His attention went back to the gnoll.

"Like what?"

The mongrel pointed at his chest. "I like your vest. And that shirt. Since I'm feelin' generous, I can take those."

Tullus smiled. He felt truly appreciative that the gnoll was willing to do that. The lizard smiled and pulled his vest off and then grabbed the base of his shirt. Before he pulled that off as well, he hesitated. A tingle of wrongness hit him and he looked around. Sitting there shirtless among these people did not seem very appealing.

"C'mon," the gnoll urged him, already dealing the cards to both sides. Tullus looked at him and pushed through the discomfort to take his shirt off and place it on the table along with his vest. The air in the tavern felt warm against his bare green scales and, when he glanced around, he could see a few eyes falling down on him in ways he didn't like.

Tullus was sure he could win his gold back. Unfortunately, he got a bit unlucky on that round because the pair of kings he had was high and the gnoll called low. Or did he call low himself? At any rate, he lost, which had him sighing as he let his cards fall down on the table. The gnoll pulled his vest towards himself, bundled it up in his large paw and brought it to his nose to sniff at it in a rather crude way. Tullus just glared at the damn mongrel while he chuckled.

"Nice," he said in a clear taunt that the lizard did not appreciate. The gnoll snapped his claws and pointed at his necklace. Tullus wasn't sure why, but he felt really compelled to look at it. It was just so damn beautiful. The lizard just felt like he could bask in its glory all day long.

"You want to keep going," the gnoll stated. Tullus didn't even have to look away from the necklace to nod. He obviously wanted to keep going, yeah. "You can bet those nice boots of yours. Alongside your pants."

That did make Tullus blink. Taking his eyes away from the necklace felt hard, but with a little unconscious effort he looked up at the gnoll with a shocked expression.

"My pants?"

"Yeah. Take 'em off, put 'em on the table and then we can play. You want to keep playin'. You want to win real bad."

Yeah, he did. Of course he did. Before the lizard could even think about it, he found himself standing up. He pulled one of his shiny, expensive boots off and placed it on the table, then the other. When Tullus' hands reached the waistband of his pants, he hesitated. Though of course he needed to put his pants on the table to bet them, some kind of alarm went off in his head at the same time. He looked around the tavern and saw that, while a lot of people were busy, many of the nearby disgusting patrons were looking at him. Some of them with aggressive eyes, other with hungry eyes...

"C'mon, scalie. I don't have all night," the gnoll urged. Tullus glanced at the gnoll and his marvelous necklace for a moment and was reassured. He did need to hurry. Pushing past the mild discomfort, the lizard pulled his pants down and stepped out of them. That left Tullus wearing nothing but the diminutive undergarments that covered his privates and nothing else. He placed his pants on the table and sat back down. The gnoll's grin was very wide and he too licked his lips while looking at him for some reason.

They dealt. They played. Tullus had high expectations to win, but unfortunately, he lost.

"Damn it," the lizard hissed.

"You just need a little more luck and you can win." The gnoll chuckled. He leaned back against his chair and crudely placed his large footpaw over the table, causing it to rattle under its weight. Tullus turned his snout away from the distasteful sight of the mongrel's bare foot, dirty at the bottom, and was forced to watch as the gnoll playfully tried to put one of his high-quality boots on it. Of course, it only went past half the footpaw as it wasn't nearly large enough for someone his size.

"Bah, maybe I can sell these for a pretty penny," he commented, finally taking his footpaw off the table. "Let's keep going, scalie."

Tullus just sat there, anxious and with his legs pressed together in his semi-naked state. "I don't have anything else to bet..."

Another one of those obnoxious smirks came from the gnoll. "Sure you do."

The gnoll pointed downwards. The table was on the way, but Tullus caught the message. He was pointing at his underwear. This time, the lizard's eyes went wide.

"I can't bet that! I'd be left nak-"

"Yes you can," the gnoll rudely interrupted him. Tullus hadn't even noticed when the gnoll's paw had gone to his necklace, but the gnoll held it up so that Tullus could look at it while he continued. "It's fine to be naked. No one here cares. In fact, I bet these fuckin' pervs would love to see a clean, snobby little scalie like you naked. You can bet your undies now. You really want to play just a little more."

Tullus nodded. He really wanted to play just a little more.

"Put 'em on the table and let's play."

The lizard stood up again. Since the gnoll's reasoning was pretty solid there was no reason for him to feel bad about grabbing his underwear and pulling them down as well. A pang of shame and embarrassment hit Tullus when he stepped out of them. The moment he did some people from the tables surrounding theirs cheered and whistled in appreciation. The lizard's limp member hung between his legs fully exposed. Tullus placed his underwear over the table but quickly used his hands to cover his dick and balls. When he did, however, the gnoll quickly snapped his claws to get his attention. The necklace was pretty much shining around his neck to Tullus now.

"Nuh-uh. C'mon, scalie, don't cover yourself," the gnoll said, and Tullus pulled his hands away. "In fact, you like this. You find it kinda hot, bein' naked here and all... Yeah, you find it pretty fuckin' hot. You really like it, it turns you on. Now sit down and play."

Tullus sat down. Some of the stares remained on him, but he didn't care as much when the cards were dealt to him. He really wanted to play, after all. Plus, the gnoll was right. While he picked his cards up, Tullus found himself growing aroused. Very, very aroused, in fact. Between his legs, his cock started hardening more and more and by the time he held all seven cards between his fingers, he was at full mast, feeling so horny and aroused that he had to actively focus on the cards instead of his dick.

By the time Tullus lost the round, there was a droplet of precum appearing at the tip of his hard length. The gnoll picked up his underwear from the table with a small laugh but just flung it over his shoulder, discarding it.

"Fuck..." Tullus cursed. A hand was suddenly placed on his arm from the side and, as a wary bounty hunter, Tullus jerked away from it. Its owner was a hyena. His clothes were stitched up in several places and his personal smell was quite unpleasant from up-close.

"What do we have here?" the hyena asked, and Tullus realized that the guy wasn't looking at him, but rather at the hard length exposed between his legs. The lizard hissed at him, but before he could answer appropriately, the gnoll did.

"Scram, Reggie. Scalie here is with me." There was an annoyed growl in the gnoll's voice that made the hyena take his hand away and lift them up, even if chuckling.

"Alright, alright, fine..."

Tullus didn't miss how the hyena licked his lips with a last lusty glance towards him before turning around to leave. The whole event left Tullus irritated. He glared at the gnoll with some lucidity returning to him.

"Don't call me scalie," he hissed.

"Why not? You wouldn't tell me your name, so that's your name now. You're Scalie."

A fleeting thought of protesting did go through the back of the lizard's mind, but the gnoll had leaned forward against the table for the first time. He held the necklace up towards Scalie, who couldn't help but bask in its beauty.

"There's more stuff you can bet," the gnoll continued to explain, "how about... if I win this round, you tend to my dick under the table for the night. Watchin' you like this has gotten me all horny too."

Part of Scalie's mind resisted hard to the thought. He couldn't pry his eyes away from the necklace to look at the gnoll, but his expression darkened.

"What? But... I'm not into males... I would... never..."

"That's alright," the gnoll reassured him. "You only have to do that if you lose. Maybe you'll win, eh? You still really wanna play."

That was better. He couldn't refute that logic despite how unthinkable the consequences of losing might be. All he could do was nod.

The gnoll smirked. "We have our bet, then. Let's play."

Truth be told, Scalie wasn't sure if his eyes had left the necklace at any point during the game. He had the cards in his hand, he played, but he couldn't quite remember the game all too well. All he knew was that, when the cards were set on the table, the gnoll informed him that, unfortunately, he had lost. His heart sank over what he would have to do because of it, but a bet was a bet.

"Shame," the gnoll said, grinning wide. His claw held the necklace up and Scalie's eyes followed it. The gnoll went as far as slowly pulling the necklace left and right in a playful way and Scalie's eyes still automatically kept up with it.

"It's okay, though, Scalie. You actually like this," the gnoll continued and Scalie felt a little better. "You're gonna slip under the table now, help me pull my pants off and tend to my dick. That was the bet, yeah?"

Scalie nodded.

"You'll find that hot too, though. Pretty fucking hot. You're gonna be smiling, happy to tend to my dick, and since I like you like that, you're gonna be hard and drippin' the whole time too. No touchin' yourself, though! I might wanna play with that later, maybe. It's gonna be lots of fun."

Scalie nodded again. He started smiling. Yeah, it was gonna be lots of fun. He found himself slowly growing excited instead of anxious. Excited and horny. Very, very horny.

"Go for it, then."

The lizard didn't need any further incentive. He pulled his chair back and, before slipping under the table, he still took a moment to look around. Some people were looking at him, others had lost interest, but as he stood there, naked and with his dick hard as a rock, he still caught sight of a feline fellow sitting by the bar. He wore a red laced cloak over his head. The feline seemed to be scanning the tavern over and over again looking for someone and, deep down in Scalie's mind, he felt like he knew who it might be, but that was far from being of any importance now. The feline's eyes did go past him, but other than lingering on his dripping exposed genitals for a moment, they went past him to keep looking.

Getting down on all fours, the lizard made his way under the table. The gnoll had already undone his belt and was in the process of pulling his pants down, which Scalie helped him with. He wore no underwear, which Scalie did register as crude as well, but it hardly mattered because from within his pants jumped a big, engorged dark red cock of canine shape. It was tapered at the tip, growing from the gnoll's hefty sheath right over an even heftier pair of furry balls. The gnoll hadn't lied, either. He was fully hard with even hints of a knot already bulging his sheath. Scalie helped him continue to get his pants out until the gnoll went as far as stepping out of them. Just like him, the gnoll seemed to have no reservations over sitting there in the middle of the tavern completely naked, even if he did have the table to hide most of it.

The gnoll's paw came down to give his dick a few strokes. From below, the lizard was glad to still be able to see the necklace if he got close enough. Then the gnoll's paw gave Scalie's head a few pats, too.

"Good lizard. Get on with it. You will enjoy this immensely."

Scalie, of course, obeyed. He had never tasted another man's dick before, but he felt pleasure in using his long, thick tongue to start nurturing the gnoll's cock. The taste was a bit strong, the scent of the gnoll's musk between his legs also being something that Scalie would perhaps register as not so great at some point, but he had a duty to fulfill and the lizard felt nothing but pleasure in doing it.

With his hands, he grabbed that beautiful cock that only grew harder and harder under his ministration. He held it up, licking it from the side with slow licks, dragging his tongue through the surface and watching how the big gnoll shifted in place or spread his legs a little further, pleased with his work. Huffs could be heard from above every now and then too, which made Scalie proud.

As he continued to nurture the gnoll's cock, at some point the gnoll called out to a waiter or something to ask for a drink. Scalie saw the newcomer's legs coming near him, but he was pretty sure that the person hadn't noticed him under the table suckling at the tip of the canine's length neither when he took the gnoll's order nor when he brought it over. For a while, the gnoll was silent, probably content in just sitting there and appreciating the way the lizard's tongue took care of his cock under the table.

It wasn't long before Scalie was even more pleased to see the gnoll's knot pushing his sheath back. The large, canine bulb of flesh at the base gave the lizard even more to play with. He used his hands to knead at that knot, getting fun reactions from the gnoll sometimes, and when precum started coming from the pointy tip of that handsome malehood? Scalie was there to suckle and take that in, too. It was all part of pleasing the gnoll and, as he had said, it just felt like tons of fun. Every moan or groan he managed to draw from the male above him made him feel nice. Soon enough, he had the gnoll's cock pulsing between his fingers. Scalie stroked it, licked it, savored every inch of it.

Someone else approached the table. All Scalie could see were his bare, unclean footpaws, but the spotted pattern of his fur made him think of the hyena from before. Though the lizard glanced at the newcomer's legs, he remained where he was: crouched down between the gnoll's legs, holding his cock and dragging his tongue through its length while they talked.

"You drinkin' alone now?" the hyena asked.

"Yup!"

"Care to share?"

Scalie couldn't see from between the gnoll's legs, but he could imagine him smirking. "Another round on me!"

From under the table, he could see the hyena's tail start wagging. Scalie simply nuzzled the gnoll's cock and continued to lick it.

"You sure cleaned that guy out," the hyena commented.

"Yeah. Got him for every-" the gnoll stammered for a moment there. Presumably because of how Scalie took the tip of his cock into his snout to suckle at the precum forming there while, at the same time, extending his tongue forward to coil it around that beautiful form. "- drop!"

"Where is he anyway?"

"Oh..."

The gnoll stopped there for a moment. Above the table he managed to keep himself surprisingly still, but below? It surprised even Scalie when that cock started pulsing while he licked it and, all of a sudden, a burst of gnoll spunk shot forth to further stain the dirty floor of the tavern. Another followed, then another, with the lizard continuing to proudly lick and nurture the gnoll's cumming cock while the gnoll let out little more than a few discreet, held back huffs of pleasure.

"...he's around."

Scalie all but ignored the rest of their conversation. Even as the gnoll's climax started subsiding, he didn't stop caring for that cock and the gnoll definitely didn't seem to want him to stop. A paw came to push his head back to make him slow down for a few minutes right after the orgasm, but soon enough it also came back to pull his head towards that dick again.

The hyena soon got up to go somewhere else. For a while, the gnoll was alone, which was all fine and dandy for the lizard. He got to focus on the gnoll's dick. Judging by the way it pulsed in response to his tongue Scalie judged that another climax wasn't too far away. The gnoll's paw came down to pat the lizard's head. Scalie smiled up at the gnoll from between his legs, appreciating the sight of the gnoll's smirk and the pretty glow of his necklace while he nuzzled and lapped at the beast's knot.

"Think we ought to get you a companion down there, eh?"

Scalie was too busy lapping at the gnoll's cock to properly respond, but he smiled in appreciation. That paw gave his head a little ruffle before it went back up to the table.

"Hey!" the lizard heard the gnoll calling out. "You! Wolf! How 'bout a game of cards?"

Rubbing his snout against the gnoll's cock and coiling his tongue around it, Scalie saw from below how the gnoll flashed his necklace at someone and, soon enough, a new pair of legs approached from the other side of the table. That was none of his concern, though. The lizard had only one job for the rest of the night.

A bet is a bet, after all. No choice but to honor it. The bounty hunter sure considered himself lucky that he had at least thought of making such a pleasant bet. His own cock continued to throb and drip between his legs from how much fun he was having over it, but his paws were too busy stroking and caressing the gnoll. He had the whole night ahead of him.