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***** This tasty story is an abandoned idea that's been given new life by the incredibly kind Falconignite*****

Description: Lyshnar, a mercenary of some renown, decides to pay a second visit to a inn of equal standing, having set his eyes on a particularly attractive drake. It's a special place, where food is not the only thing you eat, your fantasies are not just dreams, and your bed, never cold. If you want to see more of what these two are up to, I invite you to read this heartwarming story filled with affection of all kinds, lewd and otherwise!

Story written by me, Siranor

Commissioned by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/falconignite/

***Love at the Inn* **

Lyshnar's mood felt as somber as the tired sloughing of his talons across the countryside of his petty little kingdom. He splattered the thin crust of mud that formed on the surface of the thirsty soil with haste, not caring of all the muck that stuck to his avian feet. He had no time for that. No patience. Today has just been dreary in almost all aspects save for his earnings.

While he always made sure to pick his jobs when rain wouldn't soak into his feathers, the morning drizzle turned out to be more bountiful than expected. Similar to the pockets of his victims while he was out...collecting their debts to calm the increasingly louder voices of his employers. Laden with coin heavy enough to bulge out his waist satchels on top of the pack he had strapped on his back, bulged with the diverse shapes of the trinkets he took in the absence of coin, the avian looked very much forward to unburden himself of this weight and perhaps a few other things in a place not many self respecting patrons dared to venture in, least of all spend a night with the more...exotic offerings. He only visited the Last Drop inn once, more to check whether his mercenary pals played a prank on him. But as it turned out, his last visit here had been cathartic in more than one way. The softness of her hands as they caressed his neck. The warmth of her nethers, so addicting to his malehood...He wanted that again. He yearned for it!

Indeed, Lyshnar looked very much forward to spend yet another night in the scabby excuse of an inn that looked more like a beggar's hollow, for the exterior mattered much less than what hid inside. As the innkeeper said to him on his first visit, it wasn't about how it looks, but how it feels.

And the way he felt mirrored his surroundings as every step got him closer to the inn. His heart was aflame, his breeches, wet with the same fiery passion he once tasted in his previous lady's bed. Blood hot in his veins as the sun bleeding in the violet tinted skies of the evening, Lyshnar couldn't take that picture out of his mind. No. Not the female. Something that came before her.

Something smaller in stature, rich in fluff... Gifted in plenty of other ways that anthros could not fully satisfy.

That damned, silk dressed drake adorned with ridiculously gawdy feminine trinkets haunted his warmest dreams for weeks with his fine, fluffy form and his fuzzy fruits, so thinly veiled by a strap of silk dashed between his legs in a way that just begged Lyshnar to rip it apart with his beak. He could have done so, easily.

He could've made that drake roar out his name in its twisted tongue growls, whines. Yips and yips and yaps louder than any whore he ever bedded. He but had to choose him...choose HIM over the fleshy expanse of a tried-and-tested female cunt. "Next time", Lyshnar told himself while he climbed upstairs with his lady during his first visit.

Only...next time turned into an eternity... Days passed since his first visit. Then weeks. And now, when he was but a hundred steps or so away from the inn, he couldn't step but wonder. Would his patience be rewarded?

He felt a tad foolish now. With every step that got him closer to the crossroads where the inn proudly stood like a scrappy drunkard, Lyshnar wondered if the drake was still there. What would he do if he wasn't? What...could he do?

With a croak sound and a shake of his birdhead, the avian's narrow eyes acquired the sort of focus his enemies dreaded. In but a few dozen long strides, he passed the two boar-like creatures that stunk of seed and cheap alcohol belched out by the inn, and entered its innards. The air inside choked him as soon as he took his first breath, so heavy with scented oils, alcohol, food and singed herbs smoked by some of the richer folks in the corners...as if the small windows above their merry, intoxicated heads could ever cope up with the amount of smoke their herbs produced. At the inner tables sat the hungrier folk. Most focused on their meals or drinks, but some...some had no hands for either, for they were too busy stroking the bosoms of their women in between kissings and obviously fake declarations of love.

"Ahh, a new traveler graces us with his esteemed presence." The innkeeper, a fat hog of a person way uglier than the last one Lyshnar negotiated with, addressed him with the same honey-coated words shared by his peers. "C'mon. Come closer. Not like there's anyone behind you to catch my attention same way you do."

"Cawww." The avian grunted as he pulled his cowl off, revealing the splendorous black dotted crest that matched the aquamarine blue of the rest of his feathers. 'Be brief. I've no words to mingle."

"Of-of course!" Undeterred, the innkeeper kept his friendly face while the avian came over to the counter.. He leaned towards Lyshnar as if the two knew each other from more than just staring, his greedy eyes often fleeing to the collector's material assets. "You seem to have amassed quite the fortune there. A busy day could only be followed by a lavishing night, and you, my friend, are exactly where you need to be to unload some of that swollen burden. Hmm? What do you say about a bargain, eh?"

His excitement began to falter once he realized the avian he was talking to was not one to mince words.

"A bed, a light drink, and a spicy stew of your freshest meats." Lyshnar dug out a few coins and placed them on the counter, eyes staring back not at the innkeeper that seemed to prepare his next monologue, but fleeing to the other sort of offerings this inn owed its renown to. His heart almost leapt in his chest when he saw a speck of brown that could only belong to him.

"The drake. Is he taken yet?"

"No, but he will be. Pretty soon, in fact!" The innkeeper's deceptive concern meant nothing for Lyshnar. He knew liars. He's been fighting them and working for them all his life.

"Well then," he dragged his voice to dispel the silence between them, "I shall have everything you requested be prepared in a moment, but if you would indulge me a moment longer..."

Here it came. The real reason for his theatrics.

"I could not help but observe you have a taste for finer things. Could I indulge you in-"

"Name your price." Lyshnar grunted, worn out already by this snake's greed.

"Pfff, well, the amount of coin drastically depends on whose company you seek. We have tits and cunt plenty, as you can see, but rare treats like our four legged maidens are so deeply desired many would give up all of their earthly possessions for a night with them."

"I seek no cunt nor tales. The drake. The male one. You've seen me staring, did I not just say so?"

A shudder of panic crept along the innkeeper's form before he started to rummage for mugs to fill. "Oh yes, of course! We call him Athys, after one of the famous bards that had been said to have laid with every man and woman that merely looked in his direction!"

"That so?" Lyshnar smirked. "Must have the stamina of a boar, that drake of yours, with balls to rival a river's pebbles. Keep your tales. I shall find a better inn to spend my coin in."

Before he even had the chance to take his hand back off the counter, he felt the innkeeper's greedy arm grab onto him.

"What wrong things can you speak! Athys's cut from the same cloth as the gods of love! He can last longer than any bipedals you've previously bedded. Of that, there is no doubt." The innkeep furiously explained. "But it's not divine providence that blessed him with such gifts. No, my friend. This is no mere tale I'm weaving. His charm is what makes him so sought after, a skill he perfected on hundreds of satisfied customers. The silks you see? They only enhance what is already there. His jovial nature, his luxurious coat, his cock, dripping with the very essence of life! A grim fellow like you can certainly use the cheer, eh? And the...further benefits that come after." The innkeeper's enthusiasm died down somewhat once Lyshnar pushed his overly friendly hand off his shoulder.

"Dare I ask how much this unforgettable night will cost? If I am to spend it in Athys's company, I expect you'll strip me of everything I have, clothes included!"

"Oh, no, not at all, good avian. Our prices are the fairest in the region. We pride ourselves on offering the very best-"

"How. Much?"

"It'll be only two hundred silvers/ For the whole night, of course."

Greedy sod. That was almost four times more than his previous lady cost. Was something so slinky as a drake worth four nights with the sure thing? Even an orgy was probably cheaper. But as he felt his eyes drift back towards that sexy drake, the avian could not help his blood from rushing all the way into his feathered cheeks. Athys was perfect. He was just so graceful, so fluffy, so damn appeasing and different from anything Lyshnar bedded up to that point!

"I can cut fifty silvers from the price if you bring him back after two hours." That gruff, opportunistic voice forced his attention back to the dealings at hand. "Like I said, he's one of my top earners, and many others return here just for him."

Lyshnar unstrapped one of his satchels, the sound of its weight almost startling the boar innkeeper once it smashed on the hard wooden counter in front of his shocked eyes. "Take your pieces and not a single coin more. I'll know if you do."

"Of-of course, kind sir. Skylord cut my thieving hands and strike me dead if there is a single coin missing. We are honest folk here at this inn. Our customers are like our sons, see? We treat you all like family. How could I even think of stealing from family? Bad business, that is. Very bad. Unholy!" The innkeeper's voice prattled on even when the avian turned around to leave. "Honesty is the principle upon which this inn was built. We think of nothing but the utmost happiness of our customers! A-and make sure you introduce yourself to your companion before you occupy your seat at any of the free tables."

"Now?" Lyshnar chuckled. "I thought you may want to pamper him first...before I have my ways with him!"

"He's yours to do as you see fit, a-as soon as I finish my counting, of course!"

Well, isn't that my lucky day? Lyshnar thought on his way to the pleasure corner where all of the available companions waited patiently for someone to take them upstairs and ravage them, just like Lyshnar intended. I get petting rights too for the value of four usual ladies. He crouched in front of the drake and gently beckoned him with a warm smile. You'd better be worth your coin in cum, you fluffy bastard.

The other ladies -and even the male escorts- chuckled among themselves, measuring the size of his crest, the sturdiness of his ill-concealed body...perhaps even talking about the size of his malehood, for all he knew!

But the drake...the drake could not be bothered by such trifling speech, for he could not even talk in the way bipeds formed words upon their lips. He could yap, whine, bark, growl, but that wasn't speech. So rather than trying to verbally communicate like his peers, the drake adopted a more enchanting approach to charm his patron. He presented himself to Lyshnar through a lavishly executed dance. One that mesmerized and froze the avian in place, so much so he hardly even made a move to grab onto the drake's bushy tail tip once it rubbed along his jaw in a slow and tender motion, like a woman's delicate touch. While he walked away on his four lithe legs for his next part of this charming ritual, he kept his tail raised up on purpose. As if he yearned for his buyer's eyes to linger on the soft, pink puckered entrance of his inviting tailhole. A place of untold warmth Lyshnar often dreamed to find himself in...before the drake paused that fantasy for him.

Rolling on his back with a cute yawn, he further displayed his fluffy features, none more so exotic than his silk covered privates. Like a gift, the outline of his sheath covered by lavender silk invited Lyshnar further back into his fantasies, where he'd not only divest the drake off its veils, but also run his beak down along that cute fuzzy sheath until he met the drake's balls, so small, so precious, so full of seed saved up just for him!

"Mrrraawh!" the drake snapped his eyes back to the present, looking at the dreamy avian with big, cute eyes. The way he kicked his legs made his fuzzy sack spill out of his veils, heating the avian's already warm blood.

"What's up, little guy? You want me to come over there? Want me to pet you?"

Instead of waiting, the drake rolled back on its fours faster than Lyshnar could stand up from his crouching position. He surprised the avian with a wet lick over his chin just as he pondered over how enchanting this little creature truly was. As good as advertised...perhaps even...better! For the surprises never stopped.

Neither did the licks!

"H-hold on, you--waarrk, this isn't the place to make love to me!" Lyshnar chuckled after he collapsed on his back with the loving drake right on top of him. The fluffy bastard attacked him! It launched lick after lick at his face with his enthralling tongue. The last lady he bedded here kissed him too, but never with such fervor!

"Ok, ok, see? I'm giving you what you want." He told the drake while his fingers carefully brushed through the silky veils that kept his outfit in place. "You're all happy now, aren't you? You're a good boy, yes. The best boy!"

He sure was. Panting with a half-lidded stare, the drake let himself be spoiled for a little bit further until Lyshnar tried to get up. Big mistake. With his crotch coming on the same eye level with the drake's muzzle, the little thief wasted no time to push that fine, curious nose straight against the avian's crotch. That simple act bestowed upon Lyshnar the rather unpleasant realization of what his many days spent outdoors led to. A musky crotch even a butt-sniffing species like a drake would surely turn away from.

Only...he didn't. instead of pulling back from the unmistakably strong scents coming from his rain marinated penis, the drake pushed onwards, pressing his muzzle tighter against the avian's bulge, LICKING at the place where his cock hid with the same tongue that kissed his lips not even a minute ago.

Oh, dear gods, he likes my scent? How can he like it? I haven't washed in days!

His fierce blush only got outmatched by another type of passion. One that kept on growing...one that made the tent in his pants increasingly more attractive to the other amused escorts.

"Innkeep!" Lyshnar barked. "Is my meal ready?"

"In a moment, sir. I'm bringing it over to your table right now."

Lyshnar hadn't even bothered to ask which table that was. He just picked the rather heavy drake in his arms and walked to whichever was available, the strain of carrying such a cute bundle of fur and flesh contorting his amused face somewhat. At about the size of an adolescent wolf, the drake sure wasn't a bliss to carry around.

"Damn...I thought you're all fluff. Looks like...you'll be ridin' me upstairs, if given the chance!"

Athys didn't fully get the avian's meaning, opting for nuzzles and licks as his reply.

"I love you too, dear, but try to keep your tail down," he kissed the top of the drake's head while he allowed that bushy tarp of a tail to slink past his fingers as some sort of curtain against his throbbing needs. "The least thing you could do is save my dignity for all the nice things I'll do to you later."

Once he seated himself at a small, one person table, with the drake propped comfortably in his lap, Lyshnar finally drew a long, shuddering breath. He might've had the drake's warm ass right against the tip of his dick, but at least now he was covered under layers and layers of fluff. Nobody could see how hard he grew. Nobody cared of how much he lusted for a quadruped. Even if he were to spill eight days worth of abstinence upon the fabric of his pants right now, no one but the drake would feel the heat of his love kissing the rim of that pink, perfect butt.

"Yawrrr," the drake shifted his tail along the avian's belly, his winking butt trying in vain to get impaled by the avian's caged cock.

"awwk, fret not, fluffy friend. We'll have plenty of time for that later." Lyshnar slid his feathered cheek along the drake's head and brushed his beak along the animal's whiskers. He planted a quick kiss on the tip of his muzzle, then retreated back to his neck, sniffing in the pleasant scent of his fur.

"You're so beautiful. So...rare for this part of the world, at least. How comes you ended in this dump?

The surrounding sights made for a disappointing landscape, for instead of pleasure, he saw greed, lust, and sometimes, even rage. He seemed to be the only one truly appreciating the treasure he held in warm embrace. While he treated the drake with utmost care and affection, be it through kisses, rubs, nuzzles and preening, the other patrons adopted a more primal approach with their companions. Rough and grabby, they seemed completely indifferent to the subtle messages of discomfort from their companions. Messages Lyshnar picked on all too quickly.

"Here you are, sire." The innkeeper's aide, a young bear, placed the avian's order on the table. "May I help the drake down?"

"No.'

"But he's-"

"He's fine where he is." Lyshnar insisted. "I'll make sure to clean up if he makes a mess but just in case you are not fully satisfied with my decision to treat my companion as an equal, you can always take a coin or two for your trouble."

"As you wish, sire." The bear nodded. He left without another word.

"Here," Lyshnar directed the small plate of meats he ordered for his little buddy. "This is for you. And that one with the juicy cooked meats is all mi-" his beak remained agape as the drake snatched one of his steaks. "It can be ours. If you like grilled food, that is."

If he enjoyed something as intense as the undoubtedly sore smell of an avian that has been prowling the wilderness for a good number of days, then it came as no surprise to Lyshnar to see his drake nibble some of the charred, spiced meat here and there. He didn't shy away from sharing either. Directly so. Many times they poked each other in their quest to feed from the same plate, and just as many times they nuzzled or kissed, each in their own respective ways. Lyshnar took very good care of his companion. Unlike those lust-addled wretches he was forced to share the inn with, he was in control. A perfectly trained warrior in both body and mind, capable of withstanding the carnal needs until his mission was complete.

Complete...? completion...? He really WISHED he experienced a much more intense version of completion right now, when his trapped cock hammered in vain at his pants, so damn close to the drake's genitals.

"Alrigh'. Much as I wish we can linger, there's some pressing needs that can't wait any further." Lyshnar gulped down the remainders of his light alcoholic drink. "Time for us to retreat upstairs." He grabbed the drake by the middle of his body, just like before...

Yet this time, something wet, moist, and undeniably warm kissed the back of his fingers.

"Mrrhmmm," Lyshnar slowly circled the drake's swollen sheath, gently probing at his fuzzy parts until he gasped in pleasant surprise. He not only had a knot, but this precious bulge had a more defined shape than he expected. Fortunately, not hard enough to trigger squirting. "Worked up already, are you? So am I. Better go to our room before things get worse for the both of us. Innkeep!" he called.

Once he procured the keys to his room, Lyshnar climbed up the stairs with the drake comfortably placed over his shoulder, supported with one arm, while the other massaged his fluffy tail, more as a way for the avian to shield his raging erection behind its fluffy veil.

They were lucky nobody roamed the upper corridors.

After he unlocked his room, Lyshnar went in. He let out a sigh of relief once he let the drake down on the ground. The floorboards clacked with the pattering sound of his cute little claws. He roamed around like an excited pup, sniffing his way around, returning to Lyshnar for a cute rubbing session along his legs, then departing once more in his exploration quest.

"Someone feels energetic today. Alright. Do your thing, and I'll do mine."

Alone. Finally. But...what could he do while his drake pranced around on their bed? What should he do? Part of him yearned to hurl those damned pants in whatever corner in order to allow the drake to sample his scents straight from the source, yet the other, more responsible part pushed him to respect the bond he created between the two of them, with his kindness and love. This drake was far more than just a hole to absorb its owner's wicked lusts. He was smart, graceful, beautiful...

And so damn arousing to even look at. Lyshnar admired the way he was sitting on the bed with his eyes staring at him in the same way his protruding cocktip did. Lyshnar knew the drake wanted him. What he wished to find out came in the form of 'how much'.

"Alright." He untied the rope that held his leggings fastened around his waist. "There's no way for me to know whether you're doing your job or you're genuinely into me without getting in that bed together. Without any garments. In both of our cases." Lyshnar chuckled. "Why did they dress you up anyway? You're impressive just the way nature made you. Silly drake. I wonder what you'd tell me if you could speak."

"Mhhrrrr..."

"Yes, I know. I'm stinky." Lyshnar brushed the pesky yowler off playfully once he leaped out of his bed to join him. "Come on. Go away. Can't I even go to the washing room without you sticking your nose in my business?"

Not very much. No. The avian could barely take a step without a drake nose up his butt or poking at his dangling balls, swollen with days worth of pent-up semen.

"Come oooon." On his way to the washing room, he had to constantly mind his steps, least he stepped on the paws of the horny creature that reared on his hind legs in attempts to lessen the distance between the avian's cock and his own hungry nose. "wait. Just. WAIT!"

He paused...for now.

Lyshnar took his chance to grab a small towel from the edge of a large washing barrel filled with warm water. "Alright. Here is the deal. I need a little bit to wash myself, alright? Once I'm done, I'll be all yours. We can cuddle in that bed all night long until we...caaawwww!"

The bastard was quicker this time. Too quick. With his agile forepaws hooking their claws onto his haunches, the drake reared up high enough to reach the avian's hardened cock not just to sniff, but directly lick the tip.

The contact between his colder tip and the drake's warmer tongue was nothing but mesmerizing to Lyshnar's needy phallus. He throbbed, hard. And as he throbbed, so did the drake follow the movements of his cock, kissing his tip with another lick, and another, until the avian finally stumbled his way back a few steps.

Gazing with both lust and anger, he stared down the drake with the authority of the same grizzled mercenary that walked in this establishment...not the lover he changed into afterwards. "You...you little...I told you not to. I told you. Yeah, see? See what you've gotten yourself into?"

The drake licked his muzzle quickly, as if he wished nothing more than to rid itself of the tastes he just tasted.

"What did you do that for? I told you to wait. How can I even kiss you now if you can barely suffer the scent of my-"

Lyshnar paused when the drake advanced back in his direction. His nostrils twitched eagerly to drink in the taste of his scents...just like before. Could he really...enjoy his taste? Could disgust actually be... arousal?

"Y-you must be really kinky to offer your own tongue as a towel...but ok. I suppose I can't stay between a drake and its curiosities." Lyshnar patted his haunches. "Here. Climb on my leg again. Just like last time."

He closed his eyes once he felt the animal's warm pads touch his lean, muscular legs. The drake's huffs already painted a clear enough image of what he was after, and the rolling warmth of his breath only added to that fantasy. With his cock throbbing so wildly, Lyshnar wrapped the fingers of a hand around it, presenting the drake with his grimy, musky tip. "Here. Have at....raaawwhhhhh, have at it..." He moaned softly when the slick, eager warmth of the drake's curiosities returned. He licked slowly, tilting his head this way and that as if to search for the best angles to lick from.

"Ahhhh, g-gods," the avian sucked in a sharp breath through his dazed beak, loving the way his rock-hard cock rippled with pleasure whenever the drake kissed his tip. "That tongue feels like fire beating on the anvil of my lusts...keep-keep going..."

With eyes squeezed shut and a throbbing dick tensing with shuddering bliss for every lick that graced its tip, Lyshnar rode the intense lashes of euphoria until something harder than a fleshy tongue pulled onto his foreskin...a prickling sensation that didn't hurt. Just felt. Different.

"Gaaah! What did you do that for?" he opened his eyes to look at the beady eyed drake.

The animal pawed at his hand. It took a few attempts for Lyshnar to understand why.

"You want...you want to go further in? Alright. Don't say I haven't warned you though..." he grabbed his cock again. "And that thing you did, with your teeth. Can you...do it again? I'll let you set the pace. Promise."

The licking resumed, even more passionate than the last time. Squelching noises came from the union of cock and tongue, sprinkled with huffs and moans. As promised, Lyshnar allowed the drake to set the pace. Whenever his nibbles along the outer edges of his foreskin became more insistent, he'd expose just a bit more of his head. Past a certain point, he let the drake roll it back all by himself, his teeth so gentle, his tongue, a silky heaven.

"Aahhhh." Lyshnar thrust, seeking to bury himself deeper in that nest of slobbery heat that was the drake's mouth. He couldn't. Not at first. Probably not ever. But still, this didn't stop him from thrusting his needy pole back and forth along with the surges of increasingly tightening heat that prickled away at his prostate. Trickles of pre dripped down his glans, eaten with great pleasure by the horny drake. With every thrust, his foreskin also retracted a bit further, until it slipped past the crown of his glans, a place even muskier than what the drake uncovered until now.

"Hrrrffff..." Lyshnar looked down with loving lust at the tongue that snuck between his foreskin and the cock it protected to clean up every trace of his smegma. "You really like my scent that much? Maybe you don't mind if I...do this?"

He grabbed his cock harder and began masturbating by rolling his foreskin across his slippery, cleaned-up glans, shuddering with bliss with every pass he made. Not only was his freshly lubricated cock a delight to squeeze, but the drake's incessant tongue always found a new place to tickle. The edges of the glans. The tip...

And now, the underside of the cock, a most notoriously sensitive place where the foreskin connected with the base of the glans. He licked, nuzzled, then, once his nibbling came into play, Lyshnar's body all but froze up.

"O-oh gods, I can't-can't hold on," he let go of his cock, but even the lack of all that tightness was not enough to put a cork to the unstoppable ascent of the heat that clambered across his shaft from the depths of his constricting anus. "Ghaaaaah, ffff-fuck, I think I'll, fuck, not so soon, Awwwrkk," Knowing there was no chance to stop himself now, Lyshnar grabbed the drake's nape with his free hand and thrust hard against his leaky cock against his muzzle. "Open," He ordered on a desperately, pleading tone. "Please open your mouth!"

As soon as his jaws parted, Lyshnar thrusts desperately along his silky tongue, fucking the depths of his throat in those last few seconds where his penis hardened tougher than ever and trickles of cum escaped from his tip.

Once his penis bloated with the finality of this most unsuspecting orgasm, Lyshnar shut the drake's mouth hard around his cock and slammed his balls against the animal's whining chin. The last thrust sent him particularly deep, forcing his bloating penis to rub along the ridges of the animal's upper jaw so well that he climaxed not with a squawk, but with a bestial avian screech in the drake's greedy throat.

He held there while his balls drew up against his crotch and his cock heaved about four long lances. And he would've spent more time in that tight, spasming place if the drake whose throat his sticky cum flooded didn't drop his forepaws back on the ground to cough and splatter the avian's pearl-white cum all over the floorboards.

That momentary weakness hadn't lasted for long though. As soon as his airways cleaned themselves off the avian's abundant cum, the drake returned to lap at the groaning Lyshnar's cock, not minding nor caring about the sticky ropes his tongue missed, painting his head with stripes of sticky avian essence.

"I'm sorry, raaaaaaaaaak, I'm so sorryyyyy!" Lyshnar groaned out between spurts, not able to truly stop himself during this instinctive, heat-driven madness. Only after this spurts diminished into trickles could he finally take a deep breath and see his cum-dump for who he truly was. A living, intelligent animal stained in and out by his wicked lusts.

"Oh..oh no..." he dropped on his knees to offer comfort to his cherished partner, but what he saw instead redefined the meaning of the drake's shuddering jaws. Wet lines of fluid stained the wood under his belly, spurted from a cock with a knot so swollen it might've burst out of the drake's inflated sheath at any moment. "Oh gods...you tricksy, filthy perv...you actually LOVED IT!"

Many kisses were offered in between the careful wiping of all those gooey traces of cum. Lyshnar used a wet cloth for that purpose. He carefully cleaned up every bit of semen, while he allowed the drake to do the same for him. Silly to stand in the way of a cock lover's desires. "I'll make up for this incident. Promise."

After they were done, Lyshnar pointed at the bed. The drake jumped on the clean, well-made straw-filled bed with an excited leap, bushy tail brushing along the sheets while his curious eyes followed the avian as he walked around the room.

"Promised to make this more romantic, hmm?" Lyshnar smirked. He blew out every candle mounted on special supports on the wall to give the moonlit room a more romantic flair. All of them got extinguished, apart from a few on the chest of drawers at the other end of the bed's foot. He then climbed on the cushy bed on all fours, advancing over to the cute drake. Athys presented his belly to him, no sight more exciting than the wet spot his member left on the fine silks that still kept his true beauty concealed.

"Let me do something about those..."

Slowly, tenderly, Lyshnar pulled at the knots that kept the drake's attire stitched together. It took long though. Too long to get past the infuriatingly complex knots tied by some truly teasing creature. Ripping into the soft fabric with his beak, he tore open the veil that kept the drake's privates concealed, letting his fuzzy nuts and glorious sheath breathe free.

"There. I can admire you just as nature made you."

Athys rolled on his fours, expressing his excitement with more than just the customary licks.

"No. No. Wait your turn." He gently pushed the drake aside to prevent himself from being humped prematurely. Fortunately, Athys quickly got the message. He left the avian alone as Lyshnar twisted around at that point to rest his head on a comfy herbs-filled pillow, his back nicely tended by the bed's soft stuffing.

"Ahhh, finally, something soft to sleep in." He let out a long sigh of relief at the silence that surrounded him and the clean, herb-scented smells that mixed gently with the drake's natural musk. "Well, what are you waiting for?" He beckoned the drake that waited patiently for his commands. "You think I can sleep without a blanket? Come here."

Once the drake seated itself prone on his belly, Lyshnar let out a gentle groan. Not because the drake was heavy or unpleasant to hold. But because his smooth, peeking maleness pressed right against the sensitive underside of his glans; a place that already sent him soaring straight over the peaks of pleasure not that long ago.

"Mmm, I see you're up to some truly mischievous things down there. How about you give me something extra wet, hmm? You know it's bad manners to screw an avian before treating him to a kiss or two." Mumbling his contentment with the drake's soft humping motions, Lyshnar beckoned the drake to kiss him. The two of them interlocked beak with muzzle a couple more times in passionate displays of dancing tongues and gentle moaning. Yet much as he loved the coarse feeling of this angelic being's whiskers as they brushed along his cheeks during their loving moments. Much as he adored the enrapturing feeling of that broad, excited tongue dashing all over his face, something else stirred him. Something that throbbed and expanded below the drake's generously engorged maleness. Something round that only canines usually had.

"Your knot swells with purpose," he caught Athys's cute, fuzzy head between both hands to plant a quick kiss on his cute snout. "Hope you can keep it inside longer than I did. Damn. The things you do with your tongue...you're good. You're such a good boy," he kissed the drake a few more times. "But I think it's time we try something else than kissing, mrrm? Something a bit redder, a bit harder, and far wetter than your cute little tongue."

At that, the enchanting drake gently shook itself out of his grip.

Lyshnar thought he was just being a tease, standing up on him with half of his male-stick pointed right at his lips. Yet, as it turned out, the drake's curiosities lay in a different place than the avian's awaiting lips.

"Come on," Lyshnar groaned as the drake turned around. He presented ass, instead of coming forward with that drippy, delicious looking cock. "what's that tricky mind conjuring now? You've already licked me down there." He voiced out his disappointment when the tongue he welcomed in his mouth now washed over his half hardened cock all over again. "You're not going to find something better down there either."

He didn't need to try. Once he passed over his nutsack with just a few curious whiffs, Lyshnar groaned out in bliss once the drake showed him what he was truly after with a shove of his muzzle that just took the avian's breath away.

His ass!

"Mraaah! Th-there? Haven't you...inhaled enough of my musk already?" he spread his legs further once he realized there was no point arguing with a drake that provided him with so many unexpected pleasures.

"Ahhh...damn...you're really eager..." Lyshnar groaned out. Eyes squeezed shut, he moaned and shuddered, feathered tail trembling along with the contractions forced upon his sphincter by the many shoves that assaulted his anus along with a sea of slobbery licks. "Better than what I imagined. All that bloated praise I heard...it's true. Ahhhh....alllhh of it. More. Lick...lick me more!"

Athys did. He continued his assault until he turned his master into a shuddering, groaning excuse of a soldier.

"Raaawk...raaaak! D-damn..." Lyshnar huffed out. Once the session ended with a huffing avian brought down to a shuddering state as unsteady as the throbs of his fully aroused cock, the drake clambered back over his body. He wrapped his paws around Lyshnar's neck, then began nuzzling his face sweetly, his cute vocalizations luring Lyshnar to offer him more than a dozen complementary kisses.

"As grateful as I am for hardening my resolve to have you...I think we should lay down our heads for the night. I already came once. Need to build up a better load for the second time."

His companion seemed to agree with his thoughts. The warmth of his fur was nothing short of relaxing once their two bellies met...but there was also something else beneath that sea of silky fluff. Something wet, hard. Something that throbbed.

"I mean both of our heads." Lyshnar chuckled as he pet the naughty drake while it gently rocked his peeking tip along Lyshnar's cock, just like before. "Come on. How much sex can you want? I'm not going to sleep all night. Just for a couple of hours. Till I get my stamina back. Hmm? What do you say?"

What Athys said came not as words, but as sweet, licky kisses and a barrage of further humping.

"Mfffff, I know you want me, little thing." Lyshnar brushed his hand along the drake's body. "You've been staying hard so long, your eggs are about to hatch. But look at you. Look at the difference between us." He gently collected one of Athys's forepaws into his hand, his paw pads so warm against the harder, coarser surface of palm his palm... so lovely. "Your paws roughly half of mine in terms of thickness, your demeanor, as soft as your fur."

He sighed. "You're barely equipped to handle me down there. I stand two times as tall when you're on your fours and weigh almost just as much, while you...you're such a smooth, tender thing." The avian paused for a bit to collect his thoughts. He wanted this. He wanted it ever since he entered the inn. But now...with the drake of his dreams resting on him, could he really put his own passions before his creature's comfort?

The more Athys licked him, the more he kissed with his lovely tongue, the less confident Lyshnar grew. "Crap. I can't believe I'm saying this, but...you're my first drake. Yes. This is my first time with a drake. I...I don't want to do anything that may...hurt you."

He received more licks. More whines. More pleas to give in to his carnal needs.

"I know...you need to do your job. You need to cum... Aghhh! Just come here you little bastard!"

The drake rumbled with joy as he was dragged along the avian's body until his head got squeezed under Lyshnar's chin. "There are other ways...safer ways to mix business with pleasure. You don't need to do everything in your power to please me. I'm not one of those goons we dined with. Your own pleasures, your safety, the bond we share...it's worth far more to me than just-"

His words flew out of his mouth as the drake shook himself out of his embrace in spite of all the comforting scritches he got treated to. As a quadruped, he had an easy time finding his balance from that position...and an even easier one to step on each side of the avian's head in order to shove his very obvious and leaky need against the very gates of the avian's mumbling beak.

"mraaawk! That's not- not what I meant by..." a chuckle escaped the avian's contorted face. With shove after shove barraging the gates of his beak for entrance, the muskiness of the drake's besieging cock began to grow on him. He had always been curious how drakes tasted but, in order to play along, he waited further, just to see what other techniques Athys employed. Of course he went as far as to ruffle his crest in the process. With the drake's cock hitting other places besides his beak, Lyshnar had to restrain his unshackled lusts by grabbing onto his package, an act that might've not worked in the favor of his once clean feathers.

Thanks to the drake's determined thrusts, the sudden pressure around his sheltered cock served only to cause more of that pink flesh to spill out along with squirts of pre that fell upon the avian's face like heated rain.

"Yawrrmmmm," the drake winced and shuddered, strands of crystalline pre squirting on Lyshnar's dark blue feathers.

"That's your fault, sweetie." The avian licked his beak with a satisfied look in his eyes. "You know you're supposed to be pleasing ME, right? Come on. Let's see what you got."

With that said, Lyshnar released the drake's phallus from his grasp. He wanted once again to see how creative Athys could get...

Yet when he found one of his eyes almost impaled by squirting drake cock, the game was just not a simple game anymore.

"Hey! You're not supposed to gllhhmmmm!"

From the place where words came out now rang only muffled groans.

"Mrrrrmmmm! Mhhhh!!! ....mmmmm...." Lyshnar's tone changed quickly along with his demeanor as his instincts had time to adjust to the onrush of stimuli flooding his senses. His frustrations gave way, buried beneath the drake's exotic taste. Few were the times when Lyshnar feasted on another male's cock during a mission, yet this was a special moment; a moment to give a bit of love back. A moment to sample this drake's tastes like he sampled his!

Eyes closing gently in the faint light of the moon cascading through the windows, the last thing he saw came from the dim light of whatever candles burned on the table at the other end of the room, Lyshnar surrendered himself to the embrace of the stimuli tickled by the drake's twitching cock. It had a warmth hot with steam and sweat, a taste stronger than his musk, and a shaft so smooth and slick it could easily pass for the polished marble tree sugar canes Lyshnar enjoyed in his youth. Unlike those, the drake's pre-seed was rather warm and gooey, yet that did little to prevent the avian from suckling him dry or tickling the very opening of the drake's leaking cock with his tongue.

He sucked off Athys until the little thing whined and trembled on his four, spindly feet. But the drake wasn't done. He turned around just when the avian started to recover from the dazing, pheromone-rich experience of ingesting a drake's pre-coital juices, only to realize the suave smell of cock gave way to something stronger. Something...different. Yet eerily familiar at the same time.

"D'you expect me to kiss your butt now too?"

With his partner's answer resounding as sharp as the scents of his cute pink hole, Lyshnar took a long, shuddering breath, and relaxed. "Fine...but don't expect me to go as deep as you did! My tongue isn't meant for deep cave exploration."

Before he committed himself to the proposed dive, Lyshnar spent a bit of time sniffing the tangy scents emanated by the drake's eager anus. He even nuzzled his way along and around Athys's pucker to stir more reactions out of him. The heat of that sweet, soft butt made his nose tingle and his tongue eager for a taste. Yet he really wished to see, or at least hear Athys moan out his need for more in his own ways Be it through desperate shoves back into his face, unsteady limbs clawing at the sheets, or insistent yowls that sounded like he was in the midst of his rutting season, Lyshnar wanted to put the drake to the ultimate teasing test.

He kissed. He rubbed. He sniffed.

But he never really licked. Not until he got all those and more. With the fertile tint of the same pre-coital juices he fed on minutes ago filling up the room, Lyshnar had to neither glance nor touch the wet splotches forming on the bed to confirm what his ears said.

His drake was squirting. Hard.

That was his cue to dive. Grabbing onto both of his haunches, he pushed the drake's butt right against his eagle-like beak, using his fluffy tail as a wriggling hat while his lips squelched against the pucker of seething flesh. He kissed, often and fast, turning his head this way and that in order to find the best angles of attack; an action that drove the drake absolutely wild with lust.

Lyshnar made out with the fluffy yowler's butt in the earnest. Musk, raw and honest, overwhelmed his olfactive senses like a breeze of carnal lusts, while his tongue slathered the twitching gates of blissful possibilities. Go in for a quick dip? Or stay out and preserve the surprise? Lyshnar chose the former. Once he pushed his tongue against the drake's hole, he found it swallowed by muscles adapted to girths far heftier than he anticipated. He went in more than halfway, eyes widened in panicked bliss alike as his cock spurted its own beads of precum upon such perfect and unexpected discovery.

Oh, gods, you're perfect! He thought amidst the frenzied lapping of the drake's generously flexible tailhole. That's quite the stretch too...you must've known the expanding girth of more than a few knots in your career, to loosen up like this.

While his tongue explored the silky depths of the drake's tail, one hand slithered its way along the drake's fuzzy orbs. He found them tense, eager to spill their load. Lyshnar wondered how the warm hole he tested with his tongue would feel around his cock. A hot, fleshy, cavernous tunnel undoubtedly trained to milk every last drop of seed from him.

And as he wondered, his hand began to lay the groundwork for that hot, messy fantasy. He applied the gentlest of squeezes around the knot, prompting Athys to shudder and whimper. Looking back with lustful longing, he paused for the briefest moments before he turned his head back towards the avian's tail side and dipped his head back in the avian's crotch, running his skilled tongue across the entirety of Lyshnar's eager shaft.

"raaawk!. Stop...ssstop that...raaaaaaak." Lyshnar screeched with the known risk of expelling another premature load of semen to the same tongue that surprised him before, He quickly pulled his head back from the drake's rear, severing the bridges of saliva forming between his lips and the ass he just ate with a swipe of his tongue.

"Please, listen..." he dragged the drake away, holding him tight against him in spite of his huffing protests. "Let's try something different. What joy is in exploring treaded paths, right?"

Athys calmed somewhat, honoring the avian with his cute golden stare, backwards as it might've been from his confined position.

"I want you...to sit... on my cock!"

"Ywrrr?" The drake looked at the rather generously sized cock he was supposed to sit on, then back at the avian, head tilting with curiosity.

"I know, it seems big...but I think you can take it. You must try." Lyshnar ruffled his fur with an eager hand. "Ride me like your life depends on it and I promise I will allow you to take me in return. However you want. In the mouth...in the tail... I don't care. All the way to the knot too, I'll take you. All the way to the knot and some!"

It took the clever drake a few moments to cook up a plan. Once he looked back with the sly stare common to his kind, the drake brushed Lyshnar's face with his bushy tail once he turned around to face the avian's lower regions with his ass. He slowly backed towards his objective, lowered himself on top of the fleshy pole, and...

Throb!

"It's alright," Lyshnar chuckled, amused by how his cock smacked the drake's rear. "Try again."

The drake did. Again and again he tried, yet the hard baton he tried to eat with his ass always had a way of slipping away, either up towards his tail or down towards his balls. The little pokes against his fuzzy sack annoyed him thoroughly, yet he never complained past a few tender growls.

Only when Lyshnar stilled his eager shaft within the warm grip of one of his hands could the drake lower himself on top of his tip, his ass expanding around the avian's glans until it swallowed it completely.

"Ahhh..." Lyshnar winced out the first time he felt the drake's hot anus on the tip of his cock, so hot, so smooth, so inviting. The way it slowly stretched around his glans like an almost perfect fit mesmerized him, so much so he closed his eyes and groaned out his bliss way louder than he desired. "Aaaaaaarrrrhhhhhhh!"

Little by little, his penis gently sunk into the drake's rapidly twitching anus. Those acclimating motions made by his trained muscles sent shudders of intense pleasure down his length, forcing his eyes to squeeze shut until he finally felt the drake's balls rest on his enraptured groin.

"S-stay like that. Give me a breather from...the maddening taste of your tail."

The drake huffed and waited as ordered, little tongue sliding gently along the underside of the avian's golden beak, amber eyes aflame with desire. He was so beautiful when he took a break from his affections to pant like a little male in heat...

"You know what?" Lyshnar groaned as he propped himself up and pushed himself towards the drake. "As good as a rider you are, I'd rather have something soft rubbing along my chest, you know? You deserve more than just a few thrusts and a splatter of cream in your insides. You deserve to be spoiled...cared for...loved."

He kissed the top of the drake's head and more while he pondered on how to best pleasure his partner with the steady contractions of his ass slowly eroding his endurance. "I got it." He gently grabbed the drake by his middle. "I'm going to slowly twist you around, cutie. You need to be with your back to me if I am to make my fantasy work. You ready?"

The three eager kisses received over his face were enough to convince him. "Alright. Here...we...aaahhhh!" a groan instead of a word. A squirt, rather than a spurt of cum. It was fortunate that orgasms were misaligned, otherwise, that simple, twisting motion could've spelled the end for one of them. "Ready?" he asked the drake.

The bed creaked once he fell on his back, head resting into the pillow as softly as the drake felt in his embrace. Lyshnar kissed his way along the animal's fluffy head while his hand traveled along his belly. Once he found the drake's hardened meat, Lyshnar cupped it gently and gave his lover one last loving lick along the top of his muzzle. "I'll match my pace with yours. Shall we begin?"

"Hrrrhhh!" the drake rumbled in approval.

Lyshnar pulled the drake slightly further up along his chest. He felt his member slipping out from that perfect sheath of twitching flesh, out into the cold and darkness of the room. He wanted back in. He wanted it badly. But still, he waited... Little by little he slipped, until even the crown of his glans plopped out of the drake's glistening anus. All that bridged him to that tunnel of bliss was the tip of his needy penis...

"I hope you can handle me..." he whispered, kissed his sweet drake one last time...and then...he thrust! Shuddering bliss raced along his shaft, hot like the drake's gripping insides. The way his feral companion shuddered and moaned in his own growly way was akin to a trapped animal, for trapped he was in the avian's fierce embrace. Trapped, yet free to whine and kick his legs and squirt all over his belly while Lyshnar plunged himself back not gently and slow as the first time, but in a harder, vigorous way befitting a male of his stature. A stud in his prime!

"You're doing good, rawwrk...doing great..." some words managed to slip in between the grunts of complete bliss that left his huffing jaws, joined by the drake's increasingly agitated vocalizations. Lyshnar felt the way his knot bloated under his fingers as he massaged the drake's privates gently. He felt his rising desperation in the ever tightening grasping motion of his anus. Yet still he thrust, harder and faster each time.

"Raawrk, yess....ahhh....yesss....aarrk..." he grunted with each journey in and out of the drake's squelching hole, enjoying the licks he offered, the perfect, snug shelter he provided to his cock, even his restless kicking...He was such a perfect lover, so needy, so HARD.

The image of his pink, fully erect member sliding along the wet fur it presided over suddenly awoke a craving in Lyshnar's gut. Hand reaching through the wetness of too many squirts of precum, he scratched his way gently along the part of the drake's cock that was still sheathed until he found his hard, fully formed knot. A thing made of stone...begging to spill out of the confines of its restrictive home.

But Lyshnar went farther down, cradling the male's fuzzy testicles within a fist, playing with them, treasuring them...even as each shove of his cock launched his own testicles slapping forward against the drake's very own. The ascent of his pleasure spurred on his thrusts just as it did the drake's fiercer nibbling, and Lyshnar knew what he wanted. His fingers embraced his knot with the intention to squeeze the entirety of his pleasure out into the open in a torrent of hot, splattering seed...but he never got quite there, for a smell richer than any other graced his nostrils. A smell so fertile and sweet it made his feathers stand on end.

"S-seed," Lyshnar quickly played his fingers along the tip of the drake's jerking penis, bringing some of the fluid inside his pleasure-stricken beak. "it-it's seed...you're cumming. You're..ahhh..."

His own balls tightened in their sack at such sudden realization. He knew then why the drake froze up with every pass of his glans along his rectum. Why he briefly stumbled upon his own vocalizations. His prostate got stimulated with every. Single. Pass. It tightened. It heaved.

It squirted!

"Ngrrfffff...give...gimme..." Lyshnar's fingers rushed around the drake's knot while his body seized up with the unbearably intense pre-orgasm build-up. Once he found the lump of flesh, he squeezed, hard. And with the sliding motion of that lump of meat out in the open came the tightest embrace he ever felt around his cock. He remained lodged in halfway in while his drake all but yowled, squirting his first massive load of seed straight across his head, splattering the avian's own scrunched up face with the sweet smell of the precious fluid that weighted his balls, squirted so fresh it blazed hot on Lyshnar's sweaty face.

For the avian, the smell of cum was almost as good of an incentive to finally blow out his load as the drake's tightened hole. "here we go..." With a few final thrusts, he slapped his balls hard against his mate's and fucked his winking ass so hard and so fast that drops of precum splattered around their union of cock and ass. "Here we go...!"

Only when cum started to leak out of his cock did Lyshnar finally plunge himself in, announcing the ejection of his first massive squirt of cum with a feral, animalistic screech. "here we graaaaaawww!"

Buzzing bliss filtered through his tightening muscles as ropes of cum rushed along the drake's milking anus in waves. Though Lyshnar tried to massage his partner's prostate further with his thrusts, he could not. His instincts kept him frozen balls deep into the drake's rectum, urging him to empty himself down to the last in the tight, fleshy chambers of this gorgeous yowler's butt. His own orgasm was none too obvious, larger, longer, and far heavier squirts of cloudy fluid matting the white underside of his belly like hot, blissful rain.

It took only a little bit for them to soar over the peak of their mutual pleasure. Yet even afterwards, tangled up in the avian's fierce embrace, the drake still panted approvingly at the rhythmic squeezes applied by the avian's kind, brutish hand around his still rock-hard knot.

Now that his balls lightened themselves off their pressing burdens, Lyshnar relaxed with his back against the bed, sweaty and musky from his deliriously enjoyable exertion.

"You know..." his other hand moved in between the animal's forelegs to scratch away at his clumped, messy chest fur. "This doesn't have to be our first time...nor the last. I have enough coin to buy your freedom. All I need to do is convince that sodden innkeeper to free you."

The drake looked back to him with warm, curious eyes.

"What if you came with me instead? The forest, to be your home, and me, your bed?"

The enthusiastic licks that followed made Lyshnar chuckle warmly.

"I'll take that as a yes...so I'll enjoy you while this night lasts a bit further. After all...tomorrow I'll be all yours to claim." He gently worked his deflated, yet still semi-hard cock along the drake's gooey tailhole. Snakes of seed already trickled down into a small patch of wetness on the bed, with more adding up thanks to Lyshnar's rocking motions. The smell of his own cum drifted into his nostrils along his partner's much more noticeable scents, making him wonder how his life would look with a companion by his side.

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