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**Knightly Duties

Part 4** by RVasil

Day broke.

Aldon found himself waking to the sound of the bustling street below. At the far distance, the echoes of a port worker ringing a bell could be heard as it announced the arrival of another passenger ship. Sun spilled into the room, gently caressing the dragon's nude form on the bed. His eyes flickered open and his vision took a moment to focus. It took a while for the dragon to recognize where he was. He let out a tired groan, rolling onto his back. A dull ache emanated from his backside, quickly reminding him of the midnight escapade he and Garrin found themselves doing.

Speaking of which, where was Garrin? The black triceratops was nowhere to be found. The side of the bed next to Aldon was empty. He looked around confused for a bit until the door to the bathroom opened. The person he was looking for stepped out, the man once again drying his head with the towel. He stood naked unashamedly and Aldon blankly stared. The dragon's eyes looked at the flaccid cock that hung between the man's legs. It was still as big and impressive as ever despite its current state. Did he really take that up his ass?

After drying himself off, Garrin happened to notice Aldon staring. "Good morning," he greeted nonchalantly.

"G-good morning," Aldon answered.

"I left the tap running for you," Garrin responded. He casually walked across the room, heading towards the desk that had their folded clothes on top of. He didn't even bother covering himself up. "We need to get moving," he continued. He then smiled lightly. "We kind of woke up late."

Sure enough he was right. The sun was already nearing the middle of the sky. It seemed their nightly escapade left them more exhausted than they realized. "Oh! Shit! Right!" Aldon jumped out of the bed, heading into the bathroom to wash up. Garrin meanwhile began to dress up, first putting on his black pouch, followed by his trousers and then his shirt. He then clasped on his cape before grabbing his rucksack that lay next to Aldon's. The sound of his heavy boots produced gentle thuds as he walked towards the door. "Aldon, I'm going to get us some breakfast. Just meet me down at the dining hall."

"Sure thing!"

Garrin then left the room, walking back down the steps and eventually passing through the concierge and into the aforementioned dining hall. A few guests were there, some eating breakfast whilst others were reading the paper, catching up on the latest news in the Kingdom of Kadou. The black triceratops ordered food for him and Aldon and a few moments later, the fresh and delicious looking meals were served to him at the nearby empty table. Garrin was sitting down when Aldon joined him. The dragon looked a bit disheveled, clearly rushing to clean and dress up.

"Why didn't you wake me?!" he cried out, looking at Garrin with annoyance.

The black triceratops waved a dismissive hand at him. "Relax. Gadel's shop doesn't officially open until an hour before noon anyways. If anything, we're right on schedule." He then smiled at him. "Besides, I figured you could use the extra sleep." he smiled warmly at Aldon "You looked really tuckered out from last night."

Aldon blinked, feeling his cheeks blush. He grunted slightly when he felt his ass twinge upon sitting on it improperly. Garrin looked at him with concern. "You alright?"

"I'm fine. Just a bit sore." The dragon frowned at Garrin. "Why did you have to fuck me so roughly?"

Garrin smirked at him. "I didn't hear you complaining."

The dragon held back his smile. "Fuck you."

The black triceratops grinned. "Sure. But when we're off duty." He winked to emphasize his point. "Do you need me to heal that for you?" Garrin asked, referring to the blue dragon's sore ass.

"Yes please."

A hearty breakfast, a quick healing spell in the bathroom, and a short chat with the oryx innkeeper where Garrin dropped off the keys to their room followed soon after. Aldon stepped out into the open street, the sun shining down brightly on him. Unlike the night previously various citizens of different races walked about. There were beastmen, humans, orcs, kobolds, and other races that he rarely saw at Kadou City. Their occupations varied from being a local who was out doing errands, to an adventurer who was visually armed and prepping to go do their current mission. The door behind him opened and Garrin joined him. The two began to walk down the street. Gadel's shop wasn't that far from where they were.

"Did I see that right or was that oryx earlier ogling you?" Aldon asked, remembering the short interaction with the innkeeper.

"He was," Garrin frankly answered. "He even asked if we were going to be staying tonight as well. He looked very disappointed when I told him otherwise."

"Why? What for?" Aldon curiously asked, though he had a feeling as to what the oryx's ulterior motives might have been.

"Well, it turns out that oryx's room is right next to ours."

The blue dragon blinked. "Oh. Oh dear." He glanced at Garrin who shared the same awkward smile. "Did he hear everything?" Aldon asked.

"He did. The walls are a lot thinner than I figured. I told you we should have cast a silence spell."

Aldon couldn't help but smile cheekily. "I preferred the method we used. It feels more natural."

Garrin just grinned mischievously. "Uh huh. I'll keep that in mind then. Anyways, he offered you and me a discount in case we ever find ourselves staying at the inn again. We cash it in by making sure we knock on his door late at night." He then saw the knowing look Aldon gave him. "For reasons I'm sure you know why."

Aldon's brow rose. "Why do I get the feeling that this isn't the first time this...discount was offered to you?"

"Hey, it was offered to you too, you know."

"You're not answering my question."

Garrin raised both of his hands in defeat. "Okay, fine, this isn't the first time. I'm sure it's not the last either. It makes travelling a lot more interesting, that's for sure. Besides, can you blame them?" He then casually flexed his arm. The shirt he wore visibly strained in trying to control the mountain of muscle underneath. A passerby that was quietly minding their own business happened to see Garrin at that particular moment. Aldon caught the person staring, a look of envy and desire written on their face. "I mean, look at me," Garrin continued, clearly unaware of the show he was doing. Or was he aware and just chose to ignore it? "I worked hard for this. It's not my fault people love it so much."

"I might have to start giving you some space," Aldon remarked. "I think I turn invisible when I'm around you."

"Oh please, that's nonsense." Garrin placed his arm around Aldon and pulled the dragon close. "You look just as great as I am." He then leaned in and whispered. "I should know. I've seen you naked."

Aldon playfully pushed him off. "I appreciate you trying to stroke my bruised ego." His brow then rose. "Where was this energy yesterday?" Compared to how they interacted previously, Garrin was now more lax; flirtatious even. It was clear to Aldon that them fucking shifted their relationship dynamic to a certain degree.

"Look," Garrin said, his tone momentarily shifting to a serious one. "I was trying to get a read on you. It was our first day working together so I was wondering what kind of partner I would be having. In the years of me being a knight, I've had a lot of partners: I've been partnered with quiet ones, loud ones, the kind that have a stick up their ass, and the ones who make me wish I was just by myself. I've seen it all." His eyes then looked at Aldon. "You're actually the first partner I've had that is a rookie. All rookies are assigned to the castle; they're usually not given field missions till a week or two."

The blue dragon blinked. "Why am I here then?"

"Because you're with me," Garrin plainly answered. "The king trusts me well enough to know that I'll take care of you."

Aldon's mind flashed back to the call he and Garrin shared with the king. In hindsight, the king's concern was indeed genuine then. They were breaking protocol after all. Then the dragon felt dread. "Is Captain Holden going to be okay with this?"

"If he has a problem with you being out of the castle, then he can bring it up with the king."

The two continued walking down the streets, rounding a corner and going down an alleyway. Before long, the two arrived at what Aldon considered to be the main plaza. Various stalls with numerous items on display being manned by merchants filled the entire area. Some were selling food. Another merchant was selling staves. A blacksmith was entertaining a large warrior who took interest in the battleaxe he had created. A large fountain was in the middle, magically spewing water up to the sky before falling back down. The entire place reminded Aldon of the Grand Market at Kadou City. Instead of going to the merchants however, Garrin directed Aldon to go to the nearby small alleway. Compared to the clean, well lit, and hospitable plaza, the alleyway Aldon found himself in was dirty and cramped. Trash had piled up on one side and was in dire need of cleaning.

"Where are we going?" Aldon asked, clearly surprised at how sketchy the place felt.

"Gadel's shop is right around here," Garrin answered, rounding a corner. By this point, the view of the main street was gone and they were now in an area quietly hidden from foot traffic. It was the kind of place you'd only find yourself in if you were either lost, or you knew where you were going. The entire area gave off a disreputable atmosphere and Aldon could feel eyes peering down on him from the second story windows of the buildings around him. His grip on his rucksack subconsciously tightened.

Garrin meanwhile was nonchalant. It was like he was taking a stroll in a garden. He stopped at one of the doors on one of the buildings. It was a wooden, nondescript door that barely had anything that would make it stand out from the other entryways in the area. That was on initial viewing however. It was only when Aldon saw the faint aura of magic on Garrin's eyes did he decide to do the same. It was a simple spell that allowed anyone to see traces of magic that would otherwise be left invisible to the unaided eye. He concentrated for a bit and his vision shifted.

What he saw surprised him.

Instead of seeing the drab, forgettable, and ultimately unremarkable alleyway from before, it was replaced by something more ostentatious. The blank walls were plastered with magically hidden advertisements; there were various pieces of paper promoting products that ranged from improving your health through dubious means, to making your cock larger. There was even one advertising a service of letting you experience synthetic memories of your choosing, a way to escape reality and live out a fantasy. The blank doors were now more heavily decorated and stood out from one another. One had a door with blinking lights, shifting color in tune to a beat that was inaudible. Another had a scroll attached to it, text scrolling by like a ticker. It said something about the place being closed due to renovations.

Aldon continued to look around, surprised at how well hidden everything was. He didn't even notice the heavy presence of magic despite being in close proximity. The skill of the mage or the mages who were responsible for keeping everything concealed was top notch. He turned his head to look at the door Garrin was knocking on. The blank wall next to it now revealed a sign under Aldon's magically aided eyes. In fancy lettering, it loudly announced the name of the shop.

"After Dark Boutique," Aldon said, reading it outloud. Below the name was the shop's slogan. "Your pleasure is our business." The dragon smiled. "Fancy."

The door audibly unlocked itself and the two walked in.

Admittedly Aldon wasn't sure what kind of shop After Dark Boutique was. The name and the slogan gave him some semblance of an idea but not a full picture. It was only when he entered and saw the various items on display did he see what kind of shop it really was. Glass cases containing vials, bottles, and other containers of liquids in various colors were stored neatly on one side of the room. Shelves with interesting trinkets and diverse items were at the other. Aldon could see that these objects were magically enchanted. What they did, he did not know.

"I'll go look for him," Garrin announced, walking off towards the side archway that led to another part of the shop.

"I'll be here," Aldon answered.

Aldon walked over to a nearby bookshelf, tracing his hands across the spines of the books that were neatly arranged. He briefly glanced at the titles written on their sides: 'The Lustful Lizard Butler', 'Beauty and the Beastman', 'Escapade at The Blade and Case'. It would seem they were all stories that heavily featured risque scenarios. Aldon took the third one out of curiosity and read the logline that was written on the back. It detailed the premise which involved an older lion blacksmith taking in an orphaned young lion to be his apprentice. The hook was that the young lion began to develop and eventually lust for his parental figure, desperate to act on his desires but obviously holding himself back due to societal pressure. It was only a matter of time before his resolve was going to break.

"...no! Are you kidding me?"

The sound of a stranger's voice pulled Aldon's attention. It was coming from the nearby staircase that led to the second floor. Someone was coming down.

"Really? Ahh fuck." The man sounded clearly distressed. "It's fine, it's fine, I'll think of something. You just focus on getting better." A figure came into view: a kobold. It was a small dragon whose height roughly reached up to Aldon's crotch. His green scales shined despite the dim light and he wore a formal suit that looked expensive. The fabric seemed imported and the design was both grand yet quiet. It was a far cry from the typical attire of merchants that Aldon had seen, which were simple shirts and trousers. This kobold's suit was pressed neatly, no sign of creases, stains, and folds. He was a businessman through and through. A gold chain connected to the belt on the kobold's waistline and he conveniently took it out to let Aldon see that it was a pocketwatch. The kobold clicked his tongue and quickly closed and put it back in his pocket upon seeing Aldon looking at him.

"A new customer!" he cried out, his demeanor immediately changing. "Come in, come in! Did you just arrive the night before?"

"I did," Aldon answered honestly. "Though I'm not really a..."

But before he could continue, the kobold cut him off. "My name is Gadel. To whom do I owe the pleasure?" By now he had reached the bottom of the stairs and was standing formally and proudly in front of Aldon. Gadel extended out a polite hand to the dragon.

"Aldon."

"Aldon, I do hope the trip wasn't exhausting. Where are you from?" Gadel asked. Aldon couldn't tell if it was genuine curiosity or someone trying to make quick camaraderie.

"Kadou City," he answered.

"Ah, yes, the capital city. Been there a few times myself; it's a lovely place." The kobold's eyes darted to what Aldon was holding. "Is that Escapade from The Blade and Case?" He smiled at the dragon. "It's a lovely book. Incest is an acquired taste but it's the forbbiden nature that makes it all the more enticing. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Well, I, uh..."

"It's not for everyone. Different strokes for different folks," Gadel continued. He then casually took the book from Aldon's hands and cast a spell so that it would float back up to where it was previously, neatly arranging itself back along with the other books. "What is your fancy Aldon? What gets you riled up?" The kobold then smiled cheekily as he added, "What gets you hot and hard?"

The dragon felt himself clamming up. That felt like too much of a personal question to ask on their first meeting. "I, um..."

"Don't be shy," Gadel answered, trying to ease Aldon's nervousness. "What happens in the Boutique, stays in the Boutique. I run a strict policy on keeping patron privacy to the extreme; you have nothing to fear in divulging to me your deepest fantasies. I'll take them to my grave. If there's anything you need to ease the fire in your loins, I'm here to help."

Aldon found the policy curious. "Really?"

"Really. I've seen it all, Aldon. I've had a customer tell me that they wanted to buy a potion to make their cock bigger. They wanted to impress their crush on their first date."

"Does it work?"

Gadel shrugged with a knowing smile. "You tell me. Customer came in yesterday asking me if I sold lubrication and salves to ease pain. The problem with big cocks is that if you're not used to it, it's going to hurt a lot."

Aldon's mind flashed to him his experience with Garrin. He was forever thankful that his ass was built the way that it was. "What other things do you sell?"

Gadel's eyes twinkled. He then moved to the glass case and began to enumerate its contents. "I've got a potion that'll make your cock big, one that'll make your breasts big. Do you want a fatter ass? I've got it. Want to get fit and muscular but too tired to exercise? Right here!" He then moved to the nearby drawer and motioned for Aldon to come closer. With a flick of his hand, the drawer unlocked itself. He grabbed a stool and stood atop it. Gadel then pulled the drawer out to show smaller vials, the contents of which were glowing various shades. One was even shifting, displaying all colors of the rainbow. "Those are pedestrians," Gadel said, motioning to the glass case earlier. "These are exotic."

The blue dragon found his eyes transfixed. The colors looked very pretty to look at. "What exactly do these do?"

"This one," Gadel pointed to a vial at the far left. "Allows you to change your sex; if having a penis is too boring for you and you want to have a vagina, just gulp it down and go to town. Your breasts will grow and your plumbing will change. Just be sure to read the fine print in the instructions because you might end up pregnant if you're not careful."

"Has that happened before?"

"Enough to just count on one hand thankfully." Gadel then pointed to another vial. It was the one flashing with the different colors of the rainbow. "This thing here lets you change races."

Aldon blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. It lets you change races," Gadel repeated. "It even lets you choose what beastman you want to be."

"So if I wanted to be a human I just drink that?"

"Exactly."

The dragon's mind for a split second seriously contemplated the idea. "What would I even look like?"

The kobold smirked. "Drink it and you'll find out."

A human. Aldon had to admit, the possibility was alluring. He was physically fine and content with being a dragon, but the idea of being something else entirely was an enticing thought. "Has someone ever bought this?"

Gadel nodded. "It's one of my most commonly requested products. There's an innate desire in some of us to be something we are not. I'm just giving them the ability to do so." He then turned his attention to the one Aldon was looking at. This one had its fluids looked like it was littered with small red dots. It reminded Aldon of the pattern of a mushroom. "That, Aldon, lets you shrink."

"Shrink...?" Aldon asked incredulously. "Everything in your shop has been sex related or meant to give you better sex appeal. How is it that this one feels the most normal despite being labelled as exotic?"

The kobold let out a light laugh. "Oh my sweet innocent friend, you have so much to learn in the fantasies that fuel the kinkiest of us. Being shrunken allows you to be eaten."

Aldon wasn't sure if he was following right. "Eaten as in...?"

Gadel then opened his maw and comically mimicked the motion of throwing something down his gullet. Aldon immediately got the picture. "What the hell?! But wouldn't that kill you?!"

"I had the same reaction and question when I first heard of it. Practitioners of this kink have informed me that they have spells to...prevent the unfortunate demise of their lovers."

Aldon tried to comprehend what Gadel was telling him. But his mind was struggling to piece things together. "What the fuck...?"

The kobold patted him on the shoulder. "People can just be freaking weird. But hey, who am I to judge? Let he who casts the first stone be free of sin." He then waved his hands and the drawer locked itself back tight. "If potions aren't your thing, I do have other offerings you might find yourself interested in."

At this point, Aldon was genuinely curious what other things this Boutique had. If the products on display in the first room were this outrageous, he could only imagine what was hidden in the back room. Aldon followed, the kobold leading him to the room opposite of where Garrin went earlier. This room had shelves lined with various sorts of items. Some Aldon even recognized.

"I've got the typical devices," Gadel began. "Dildos of all shapes and sizes are available. I can even have them custom made for you if you wanted." True enough, there they were. Synthetic penises made with what looked like rubbery material proudly pointed up towards the ceiling as they stood neatly arranged together. There was one visibly modeled after a human's penis. Another had the typical knot of a canine beastman. The one at the far end towered above them all. It was an equine's cock that Aldon felt like he had seen before.

"That," Gadel said, following Aldon's eyes. "Is a loving replica of the Captain of the Guard's penis."

"That's Holden's penis?" Aldon had seen it in the memory viewings. It was a lot larger in person. The dragon then realized something. Garrin took that up his ass?! Garrin was big enough as it is. Holden was something else entirely!

"Yes, that is him. A long time patron of mine has specifically requested it. Normally, customized orders are private, but my patron has allowed me to showcase it as a testament to the great lengths I go to for these types of orders," Gadel continued. "I'm actually shipping it tomorrow. If dildos aren't your fancy, I also have holes here." At the other side of the room were the aforementioned products. Sex toys molded into the shape of orifices were proudly on display. Some were small, others were big. There was one shaped like an asshole, another was shaped like the lips of an orc, complete with the small tusks at the side. There was even a vagina were its main selling point was that it was like fucking a virgin. After each use, it would revert to its original state, restoring its presumed innocence and tightness. It was very elaborate.

"Aside from toys, I also offer services."

Aldon's brow rose. "Services?"

The kobold nodded. He stopped at the door at the far end of the room. He opened it and allowed Aldon to peer in. It was a simple room with a lounge chair in the middle. Potions filled with interesting liquids were on the desk at the side, their contents bubbling curiously. A window allowed the dragon to see towards the alleyway they were at before, still relatively void of people. Maybe it was still too early in the morning. "This is the memory viewing room. Here, you can live out the fantasy you've always wanted."

"Such as?"

"Want to fuck Queen Qorra? Or if you would rather fuck or be fucked by King Kadou? I don't judge. I've got a synthetic memory for you."

The blue dragon blinked. Given the royal family's interest in him and his status as a First Class Knight, the synthetic experience would no doubt pale compared to the real thing. Gadel then turned to face him. "I believe that is everything. Did anything strike your fancy, Aldon?"

Aldon then noted the door Gadel was standing in front of. "What's that door for? Storage?"

The kobold sighed. "Unfortunately, it's a service I normally offer but the person I had assigned to it got sick. So...it's out of order for now."

The blue dragon found his curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

Gadel thought for a moment and then shrugged. He turned around and opened the door. Aldon entered behind him. It was a small room, void of any furnishes whatsoever. The only thing that was in it was a wooden contraption in the middle. It had wooden panels that separated sections into stalls, all of which shared a hole that was conveniently at crotch height.

"This service is referred to as the Backroom," the kobold answered. "If a quick relief is what you're after, this is the best service I can offer. Just pick a stall and fuck to your heart's content."

Aldon counted; there were about two stalls on each side. Technically speaking, two people could be assigned to it. "You said 'person'; who's going to man the other stall?"

"It's for a patron who chooses to do so. They pay me and I let them suck and get fucked as much as they want." The kobold smiled. "There's a certain thrill to anonymity. And trust me, I keep things very private. I have patrons whose lives would be put in quite a disarray if word got out that they were the ones who were behind the stall."

"Where's the entrance to it?" Aldon said, looking around. The wooden contraption was built into the wall. There was no other door into the room.

"It's in a different entrance," Gadel answered. "Like I said, one hundred percent anonymity."

The kobold then walked out, Aldon following right behind him. "So," Gadel began. "Did anything strike your fancy, Aldon? I saw you eyeing the race potion earlier. I can give you a lesser version of it if you want to see how exactly it will affect you."

Aldon shook his head. "Tempting. Very tempting, but uh, I'm not exactly here to shop."

Gadel paused, cocking his head towards the side.

Aldon clarified. "Well, technically we are."

"We?" Gadel asked, confused.

"There you are!" The two turned their heads to see Garrin appearing into the fray. "I've been looking everywhere for you, Aldon!"

Gadel audibly let out an exasperated groan upon seeing the black triceratops. "Oh for fuck's sake."

"It's nice to see you too, Gadel," Garrin responded, looking down at the green kobold. His eyes darted to Aldon. "He gave you the grand tour?"

The blue dragon nodded. "This place is...interesting."

"That it is." Garrin turned back to Gadel who looked like he was trying to nurse a headache. "I see you've met my new partner."

"Why didn't you tell me Garrin was your partner?" Gadel asked, looking annoyed at Aldon. "I would have saved myself the trouble of explaining the entire place. Garrin could have done that for me."

The black triceratops frowned. "Hey, don't be like that, Gadel. He could be a patron too, you know."

The kobold rolled his eyes and sighed. "Ugh. Spare me." He shook his head and regained his composure. "So? To what do I owe the pleasure of having two First Class Knights visit me in my humble establishment?"

"Do you have some stocks of Beer Root?" Aldon asked.

Gadel's brow furrowed. "Does the king have a Fire Cock again?" Aldon and Garrin comically nodded in unison. "Oh my lord. He didn't get it from here, alright? I run a clean establishment."

"We're not accusing you of that," Garrin clarified.

"Good, and yes, I do. How many do you need?"

"We'd like to buy your entire stock," Garrin flatly answered. Aldon nodded, but then quickly realized what the black triceratops just said.

"Do you have the gold for that?" Gadel asked, looking at the two of them.

"We'll pay like we always do. Charge it on the royal tab," Garrin nonchalantly answered.

Gadel sighed. "As much as I would like to, I can't."

Aldon looked concerned. "Why is that?"

"Rent is coming up and I need the gold on hand to pay the collector. While I would like to sell you the Beer Root, I stand to solve my rent problem by selling it off to customers who come in." He looked at the both of them apologetically. "I'm sorry. Unless you guys have the gold pieces on hand, I can't sell you the stock you want."

Aldon checked his rucksack, grabbing the coin pouch inside and feeling it unfortunately too light. "Do we have enough? What do we do?"

Garrin thought for a moment, weighing every option they had. The last thing he wanted was to come back empty handed. He wasn't one to disappoint King Kadou. Aldon meanwhile tried to think as well. Back at a time when they were poor, they managed to gain some extra gold by doing odd jobs. He figured to throw out the suggestion. "Maybe we can help around the shop?"

"What are you going to help..." Gadel's statement trailed. The kobold then thought for a bit. "Huh..."

"What is it?" Garrin asked curiously.

Gadel's eyes twinkled. "I think I have an idea how we can both help each other."

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The green kobold sat at the front of the shop anxiously looking at his pocket watch. It was now nearing noon. Most customers should be showing up by now. He only hoped that those two in the back were prepared for what they decided to go for. While he was confident Garrin was going to pull through, he wasn't sure about Aldon. This was their first time meeting. He wasn't sure yet how capable the dragon was in matters that required a very personal touch. But Gadel decided to let the thought float away. Worrying about it wouldn't do him any good. He needed to be at the top of his game to get some sales.

The sound of the door opening caught his attention. Years of practice and experience kicked in. Gadel put on his trademark confident smile. To his surprise however, it was a face he wasn't expecting.

"Caleb?"

At the door stood the owner of the Bluewater Inn, a simple oryx with a white undercoat. His fur was brown and had stripes of black that were common with the beastman race. He was nervously fidgeting, his cheeks notably red, and he was breathing quite heavily. His hands were failing terribly in trying to hide the stiff erection in his pants.

"G-Gadel!" he cried out. "I'm so happy to see you." Upon seeing the kobold's confused reaction he quickly clarified. "N-no I mean not like that!"

"That's good to hear," Gadel answered. "I'm happy to see you too. What are you doing here?"

Caleb walked over like a man in need. "Listen, is the Backroom service available?"

Gadel was caught off guard. "Um, it is, actually."

"How much is it?" The desperation in the man's tone made Gadel worry.

"Just a few gold pieces. Is everything alright?"

Gadel watched as the oryx clumsily reached into the pocket of his trousers and took out a pouch filled with jingling coins. He took out a few and handed them over to the kobold behind the counter. "Is this enough?"

Gadel quickly counted. "It is." His curiosity was now too hard to ignore. "What's going on? What happened?"

"Oh my lord, Gadel." Caleb took a deep breath, feeling his loins burn. "I had two patrons check in the night before. Buff men! I'm talking mountains of muscle. One was built like a palace. The other was like a castle." He shivered. "My knees are shaking just thinking about them."

"I can see that. Go on," Gadel said, walking out of the counter and leading Caleb to the Backroom.

"I had them stay in the room next to mine. I nearly died when I woke up late at night to hear the two of them going fucking at it. I'm talking ground shaking, bone shattering." He then cut himself off to comically thrust his hips forward for emphasis. "I couldn't sleep all night. I thought I had vertigo since all the blood went into my cock."

Gadel stopped and turned to face his friend. He nearly bonked his head at the oryx's throbbing erection since Gadel only reached up to the man's crotch. "Watch where you point that thing."

"Sorry."

"Anyways, why didn't you just knock on their door?" Gadel reasoned.

"I can't do that," Caleb answered. "They're guests! That would be freaking weird."

"Not as weird as you jerking off all night to hearing them have crazy sex."

Caleb looked insulted. "I want to see you try and not have a mental breakdown. They were going at it like animals."

"So?" Gadel said, opening the door to the Backroom. "Did you give them the Caleb Discount?"

"I did." The oryx expression shifted to someone that was heartbroken. "They're only here for a day, unfortunately. Oh my lord, what I would do to get them in bed. I would climb both that black triceratops and that blue dragon."

Gadel blinked. HIs eyes then shifted to the stalls in the middle of the room. "Cheer up, Caleb. I'm sure you'll get a second try."

The oryx sighed. "Thanks Gadel."

Gadel then nodded. "Just call me if you need anything." He then closed the door leaving Caleb to his own devices.

Minutes prior, both Aldon and Garrin were trying to get themselves in position for the job they were about to do. "I can't believe we're doing this," Aldon said, looking at the state they were in. Both he and Garrin were naked on Gadel's suggestion. The job they were going to do was a messy one, and the two figured that having their clothes sullied in the process wasn't the best of ideas. They were in the cramped space that was meant to be the other side of the glory holes of the Backroom. There were small wooden stools positioned in front of the holes where if you sat on it, your head was perfectly aligned with any of the four holes.

"You don't have to do this you know," Garrin commented, looking at Aldon. He seemed unperturbed despite the perverseness of what they were subjecting themselves to.

"Well yeah," Aldon answered. The black triceratops was right. He didn't have to do this. Gadel didn't force either of them. They both volunteered; a fact that surprised even Aldon himself. "But I don't want you to do this by yourself."

Garrin smiled. "I'm touched, Aldon." His brow then furrowed. "I'm more concerned about you."

The statement caught Aldon off guard. "What do you mean?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Garrin asked frankly. "Even though we First Class Knights do what is asked of us, and in some ways that applies to this, that doesn't mean we have no say in the matter." He placed a hand on Aldon's shoulder. "As much as we are knights, we are still beastmen; people that have feelings and opinions. Do not do this because you feel obligated to. We are loyal to the kingdom and to the royal family, but do not let that become a fault. We are knights, not because of our skill, but also because of our character as well."

It was weird hearing a thoughtful lecture about authority and personal choice from his mentor when both of them were naked in a cramped room. But Garrin had a point. Was Aldon doing this out of a sense of duty and obligation? If the Aldon of yesterday was asked this question, perhaps that Aldon would not have given it a lot of thought. He would have answered swiftly: yes. This was a means to an end and he didn't want to disappoint the king; his personal feelings didn't matter.

But after a day of learning new truths about the royal family, the First Class Knights, about his mentor, and even things about himself, Aldon would have been lying if he said his decision to volunteer was fueled by his sense of duty. His real self was finally free from being shackled in the dark corners of his mind. And while he was still trying to adjust to the new things he was no longer denying himself, he figured the best way to go about it was to just throw himself at the deep end. Aldon wanted to catch up on all the things that he had missed out on.

The blue dragon's thinking was promptly interrupted when he heard the tell-tale sounds of someone moaning on the other side of the wall. His eyes flickered down and he could see Garrin happily licking at the cock that was now protruding through the hole in front of him. It was admittedly a sight to see. The way Garrin swirled his tongue on the piece of flesh. The way he coiled it around the head of the penis, stalling for a bit, before planting a light kiss on it with his mouth. Aldon was kind of jealous of the guy he was servicing. Garrin's eyes were closed and with the way he was quietly groaning to himself, it would seem the guy was enjoying this as well.

The black triceratops's eyes flickered open, sensing eyes on him. He glanced at Aldon's direction, taking note of the dragon's erect cock pointing straight at him, before meeting his partner's eyes. He stopped what he was doing, the cock in front of him bobbing in time with the owner's heartbeat. "What?" he asked. Their voices were thankfully inaudible to the people on the other side due to the one way silence spell surrounding them. They could however hear the patrons they were servicing.

"Sorry," Aldon shook his head. The dragon moved his stool from his side closer to his partner's. "I wasn't expecting you to be a great cocksucker."

Garrin smiled smugly. "There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Aldon."

"Like the fact that you were actually an escort prior to being a knight?"

The black triceratops remained quiet, instead glancing at Aldon's direction with a certain twinkle in his eyes. He then continued to service the throbbing cock in front of him. The vague response however caught Aldon into a loop. "Wait, was I right?"

Garrin shrugged, preferring to keep Aldon in the dark for now. The blue dragon was admittedly frustrated but figured the time to talk about their history would eventually come. He instead focused on the task they were doing. The patron on the other side was lightly tapping on the wall, his breathing heavy. He was clearly doing his best to hang on. Aldon positioned himself across from Garrin. Silently agreeing to a course of action, Aldon then got to work. The blue dragon stuck his tongue out.

If you had told Aldon that one of the notable first things he was going to do as a First Class Knight was to suck cock to help get the money to buy the thing they needed to help with what was bothering the king, he would have told you that you were bad at improv as the entire sentence sounded like someone formed them out of madlibs. And yet here he was, doing just that.

Life moves in mysterious ways.

Admittedly, it was Aldon's first time sucking cock. Well, technically it wasn't. The dragon didn't count the time he tried and successfully sucked himself off. It was one of those random things that popped into his head when he was conveniently horny. Did it help fertilize the seeds that eventually blossomed into his attraction to males? Perhaps. Was it difficult? It was. Aldon's back strained terribly that day and whenever people asked him what happened, he just came up with a lame excuse and mentioned something about him lifting with his back instead of his legs.

Obviously Aldon didn't know what he was doing. Compared to master cockscuker extraordinaire Garrin, Aldon was just flailing his tongue around, seemingly doing his best impression of a canine that was in dire need of water. Still, the blue dragon took it in stride, applying the mentality of doing his best to learn. Aldon at least liked to think he was doing a good job. With the way the guy on the other side was moaning, he was probably doing something right.

Their combined efforts were eventually rewarded. A deep throb, followed by the guy crying out, resulted with the man's penis ejaculating hot cum straight onto them. Aldon was unable to move out of the way, finding his face suddenly getting blasted by the man's hot seed. He quickly closed his eyes, not wanting them to get hit by the sticky fluid. It dripped onto the sides of the dragon's cheeks, some even dripping down to his lips. Aldon curiously stuck his tongue out to get a taste of it. It was an interesting flavor that made his mouth tingle. By the end of it, the dragon smelled distinctly of male scent.

"You alright?" Garrin asked.

Aldon instead groaned, the thick smell infiltrating his nostrils. The black triceratops chuckled before leaning forward to help clean the mess up. To Aldon's surprise however, instead of just magically cleaning the mess like one would normally do, Garrin opted for a personal touch. Garrin stuck his tongue out, lapping at the sticky substance that dripped down the side of Aldon's face. The dragon shivered, finding the sudden personal contact a surprise but a welcomed one. Garrin finished it off by kissing Aldon on the lips. Aldon was taken aback, finding their tongues doing a short dance. Garrin broke off soon after, smiling warmly at him.

"It tastes great," he remarked.

"Y-yeah," Aldon said, feeling light headed after the entrancing kiss. "Thanks for that," he said, regaining his composure.

"No problem," Garrin added. "Feel free to return the favor." He then winked to emphasize his statement.

By this point, the person they were servicing had left and was replaced by newcomers entering the room. Aldon and Garrin got into position wondering if they were going to have cocks to themselves. The sense of hesitation had now been stripped away and Aldon began to enjoy himself. What they were doing was perverted and raunchy; something Aldon was surprised to find he was living for. It felt liberating. The dragon felt like he was finally enjoying the things he denied himself.

So what if there were consequences? He was going to deal with them as they came. For now, he had a cock to suck and his mouth was already watering with anticipation. He didn't have to wait long. The hole in front of him opened and he was greeted at the sight of a thick black horse cock that had splotches of white on it to give it a distinct look. It draped over the hole, its sheer weight pulling it down. The entire length had veins running across it and a bead of pre formed at the tip when Aldon's hot breath happened to wash over it.

"Fuck..." Garrin's voice said. "Want to switch?" On his side was a more modest penis. If the horse cock next to Aldon was lengthy, the cock Garrin was working with was thick as a log. It was still impressive, but not as impressive as the hot piece of flesh next to Aldon.

The dragon shook his head. "This is mine," he said possessively.

Garrin pouted but relented. He figured there was going to be more cocks coming anyway. Aldon then quickly got to work, putting into use what he just did earlier. He started off at the top, circling his tongue around the flared tip. The dragon could hear the equine whinny on the other side, informing him that he was doing a great job. Aldon couldn't help but look at the corner of his eyes. Garrin was busy working on the cock in front of him. The triceratops was licking the underside of the engorged member and he was rewarded by a quick jet of pre that struck the wall behind him. It was then that Aldon and Garrin's eyes met. As if a silent agreement was struck, the two went back to sucking with renewed vigor.

They wanted to see whose cock would cum first.

Aldon decided to blatantly rip off Garrin's tactic. The dragon stuck out his tongue and began to trace a line down from the equine's black tip all the way to the base that was available to him. He was immediately rewarded with the penis trembling, the owner at the other side audibly inhaling.

"Now I know why you're not married yet," the person said. "My wife doesn't even come close to this."

His companion offered a hearty laugh, followed by it being cut off as Garrin opened his mouth to take all of the person's cock in. Not wanting to be left behind, Aldon did the same. However, he was more cautious, unlike Garrin who was enthusiastic. Licking a penis with his tongue was one thing, putting the entirety of it in his mouth was another. The taste was...it was hard to put into words. It tasted like skin, yet there was a mixture of sweat, earthy, and musky. It wasn't anything particularly delicious; Aldon had tasted food better than this. Yet, the dragon didn't stop. He kept going, like his mouth was moving on its own accord. He was rewarded with a healthy dollop of pre dripping down from the equine's tip. The liquid tasted sweet yet salty, a perfect blend to stand out in front of the rather bland form of flesh it came from.

Aldon kept going, the dragon opening his mouth further to try and get more of the equine's cock into his mouth. Garrin next to him watched with curiosity, seeing inches of the throbbing member disappear down Aldon's gullet. The black triceratops actually had to stop what he was doing and gawked when Aldon continued past the medial ring and was seemingly going straight to the base, completely unhampered. The blue dragon noted Garrin's expression and pulled back. "W-what?" he asked, spit leaking down the sides of his lips.

"How did you do that?" Garrin asked, his tone filled with genuine shock, surprise, and curiosity.

Aldon was confused. Garrin was looking at him as if he just did some sort of miracle. "Do what?"

"That!" The black triceratops pointed to the throbbing black horse cock in front of Aldon. "You just went past the medial ring like it was nothing!"

"It was," Aldon said, still confused as to what Garrin was referring to. "I just went for it. Is that not how I'm supposed to do it?"

"No, that's not what I meant," Garrin answered. "Do you not have a gag reflex?"

Aldon blinked. "I-I guess I don't," he answered, thinking about it for a brief moment. "I've never really struggled swallowing anything."

Garrin pouted, giving Aldon a side eye. "Lucky bastard. I had to practice for years to not trigger mine."

Aldon shrugged. "Maybe it's just part of me being a dragon."

Garrin huffed. "Probably."

The two then continued on with what they were doing, Aldon feeling a bit sheepish on his new found trait. The dragon opened his maw once more and began to suck on the equine's cock again. He waited for a few moments and nothing. He just kept slowly sliding down, the throbbing piece of flesh just leisurely travelling down his throat without a care in the world. He even passed the medial ring and still nothing. The equine on the other side however was having the time of his life. He let out a long drawn out moan followed by a sharp gasp of air.

"Holy fuck, this person is amazing! I don't think I've had anyone go this far down my cock before."

The dragon couldn't help but feel his chest swell with pride, even though what was making him able to do this was just a natural part of his body. Aldon's nose eventually collided with the wooden wall and he felt a bit sad knowing he wasn't going to fully hit the base. A part of him wanted to know what it was like to smell the bottom of the equine's cock and see what he assumed were the hefty balls that were no doubt paired with the hefty schlong. His needy thoughts were interrupted however when the sound of the door opening caught his attention. Footsteps went by and a few moments later were coming from behind him.

"I really need this."

"Me too."

The slots behind Aldon and Garrin opened and in came two hefty cocks. One was fairly modest in length but thick like a bottle of liquor. It reminded Aldon of Garrin's cock in a way. The other was well endowed like the horse Aldon was servicing currently, but was more forgiving in thickness. Aldon was positioned to service the thick one and Garrin for the long one. They really had their work cut out for the both of them. The blue dragon stood up and moved his ass backward, angling himself into the wide penis before slowly impaling himself onto it.

The person on the other side moaned, happy that he was finally getting relief. "Fuck..." he said after a sharp gasp of breath. "I hate escort missions."

"Why? They pay the best."

Were they mercenaries? Their penises weren't exactly a good judge of character for Aldon. It was honestly a struggle to work with both ends. It was pleasurable, but difficult to work. The equine Aldon was servicing was getting more antsy, beginning to involuntarily thrust inwards. The dragon actually had to maintain his head level to make sure the penis was coming in straight and forward. The guy behind him was beginning to do the same after settling in and adjusting to his ass. A part of Aldon was relieved Garrin had fucked him the night before. Having to adjust to something this big would have been quite an undertaking and something he definitely would not have been able to do on the spot. Despite the difficulty and the physical strain, Aldon was having fun. He wondered if Garrin was feeling the same.

He glanced to his left and was slightly taken aback. Clearly unhappy with having to bend down in an unnatural way, Garrin made his life easier, and most importantly comfortable, by casting a spell to make himself hover off the ground. The black triceratops was floating a few feet above the air, laying on his stomach in the air like he was on a bed. He had managed to squeeze his feet through the tight space and found a pleasant way to go about things.

It was at that moment Aldon knew this was not Garrin's first time doing this.

The man fucking Aldon's ass slowly picked up pace. "Because the people that hire us are rich..." He grunt as he took a moment to adjust himself. Aldon himself moaned, feeling the man's penis throb inside him. "And rich people are good looking," the man continued. "Do you remember that broad we had to deliver to Heede City?"

"Yeah?"

"Fuck, she had the biggest rack I think I've ever seen. The best part is, she wanted a piece of me too."

His companion tutted at him. "We don't fuck clients. It's bad for business."

"You say that as if you didn't want to fuck her too."

"Why do you think I'm here with you?"

They were definitely mercenaries, Aldon concluded. And with the way the man was picking up pace, were quite pent up after all the restraint they had to put on themselves. The blue dragon at this point was rocking back and forth, being used like a cock sleeve more than anything. The equine's thrust was now becoming more erratic, his groans and moans getting ever so louder. Aldon barely even had time to react as he let out a long drawn out whinny, the thick black cock spurting hot white cum straight down his gullet. The sheer volume was intense, Aldon having to remove himself lest he drown. He ended up coughing violently towards the floor, the penis ejaculating above him and leaving his blue back devoid of anything but white. Garrin was doing much better however, the triceratops masterfully sucking the penis in his mouth of all its contents. The man cried out, emptying the entirety of his balls and Garrin drank it all down like a man thirsty for water. No drop spilled onto the floor and no mess was made. He was a professional cocksucker through and through.

"Okay..." the horse said, after regaining his composure. "We need to go, We're going to be late for our shift."

"Yeah, agreed. The last thing we want is to get a scolding."

Aldon watched as the equine pulled out, his cock disappearing behind the slot and out from view. Despite nearly drowning and being drenched heavily in horse cum, the blue dragon was a bit sad to see the large pecker go. The loud grunting behind him reminded him that there was another person he needed to satisfy. Unlike the two that and Aldon and Garrin were sucking off, the two mercenaries that were fucking them seemed to have been running on a short fuse. Being pent up and unable to find relief, they ended up blowing their loads early despite desperately trying to hold on. The man cried out, unceremoniously unloading everything his balls had to give. A warm sensation filled Aldon's ass, the heat radiating from his crotch and going all throughout his body. The man's thrusts were erratic, leaving his cock to poke in and out and have some of the excess cum leak out continuously. Some of it even dripped down Aldon's legs, making him feel a warm tingling sensation. Aldon lost count of how many times the man's cock throbbed inside of him. It felt like he just wouldn't stop. But he eventually did and it left Aldon's ass used and thoroughly filled with the man's fresh seed. Garrin was in pretty much the same form. Garrin was moaning out loud throughout the entirety of the man's orgasm and Garrin himself ejaculated, his own cock spewing his white cum onto the floor. The entire stall they were in reeked of musk, sweat, and sex. Aldon didn't think he'd be able to smell anything anymore after that.

The two patrons slowly pulled out, their cocks disappearing behind the slot and leaving Aldon and Garrin once again by their lonesome. For a brief moment, the two laid there, Aldon leaning on the wall for support and Garrin slowly floating back down to the floor as he dispelled the incantation he cast earlier. The two were just breathing heavily, trying to regain their composure after their physically demanding activity. Their eyes met for a moment, a smile then tugging at their lips.

"You look like a used rag," Aldon teased.

"Says the guy whose ass is leaking like a faucet," Garrin snapped back at him. The black triceratops's eyes then wandered downwards, noticing the throbbing erection the dragon unfortunately left unattended. "Do you need help with that?"

Aldon was a bit confused at what Garrin was referring to. It was only when he looked down did he notice the stiff erection he was sporting. "Uh..."

Garrin didn't bother waiting for him to reply. The black triceratops crawled over and eventually reached Aldon. "N-no, it's okay I..." Aldon's words failed him as Garrin's mouth touched his erect tip. His hot breath, his warm tongue, his soft movements; there really was no denying how great the man was with his mouth. Aldon pressed himself against the wall, his eyes closed shut and his fingers scraping the floor. Garrin was barely moving, but it felt like he was sucking Aldon's entire soul out through the dragon's cock. Either that, or Aldon was just left immaculately horny after sucking horse cock and getting fucked in the ass. Regardless, the dragon didn't last long. His balls quaked and he roared out loud, spewing hot cum straight down Garrin's gullet. The sheer strength and volume however surprised even Garrin, the black triceratops unable to drink it all down. He just savored what he could and enjoyed it while it lasted. By the time Aldon was done ejaculating, the dragon felt like he was going to pass out. His eyes were half lidded and his body felt physically exhausted. His own balls felt like they were light for the first time.

"Holy shit, Garrin..." Aldon said, his sentence sounding a bit slurred. "You're amazing."

"That's what you call experience, Aldon," Garrin said, winking at him. "Now come on, let me get you cleaned up."

Aldon couldn't hold back a smile. "Are you going to lick me clean?"

Garrin chuckled. "If you asked nicely."

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Fortunately, or in some perspectives, unfortunately, the mercenaries were the last people Garrin and Aldon had to service for that day. Both for the reason that the money they earned from doing so was enough to cover the expenses for the Beer Root supplies they needed, and that there weren't any other patrons that came by.

Aldon found himself leaning against Garrin, the black triceratops serving as support for him as he found his legs still trembling from exhaustion. He let out a tired groan, his eyelids drooping despite his best efforts in trying to stay conscious. Garrin just chuckled at his partner's state, gently assuring Aldon that he can take a nap on the carriage on their way back. The Beer Root they bought was floating next to him, magically enchanted so that Garrin didn't have to bother with lugging it around. The duo soon arrived back at the Bluewater Inn, finding their carriage still there, locked and secure. With one flick of Garrin's fingers, the brown sack that contained the Beer Root floated itself inside the carriage.

"Do you need help?" Garrin asked, watching Aldon try to climb onto the back.

The dragon groaned in response and Garrin watched as Aldon was amusingly failing in trying to climb aboard. After a few moments of doing so, Aldon sighed in defeat and turned to face Garrin. "Okay, fine, I need help."

The black triceratops rolled his eyes and gently supported the dragon, giving him enough of a boost to climb aboard. A gentle thud sounded and the carriage creaked slightly as Aldon crashed and proceeded to rest on the wooden panels. Garrin then made his way to the driver's seat and hopped on. A quick glance behind showed him that the blue dragon had quickly passed out, snoring peacefully with a content smile on his face. Garrin didn't really plan on driving today but he figured he could make an exception. Magic passed through his legs and the carriage came to life. He unlocked the wheels and soon they were off.

Wave Harbor slowly disappeared behind them.

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Author's Notes:

Eat your heart out Diagon Alley.

I really enjoyed writing this section. It gives you a good glimpse of how colorful this world can be. The things you can buy alone inside the After Dark Boutique but be stories in of themselves. Heck, I'd buy some potions in there too if I had access to it.