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Gurak's dreams were peaceful once more. A gentle life, on a farm, his three closest friends living there. Then Towen came to visit. The lion wearing a full set of shining armor, was there to live with them and be part of the group as well. He'd make sure to keep the farm safe. He'd become the orc's shield and sword against any enemies.

This warmed Gurak's heart, he smiled and went to embrace the lion, but something kept his arms from reaching out. He pulled against it, but it was to no avail, then slowly the image melted away and he was alone. The farm was in ruins. The house and barn are on fire. Dozens of bodies were all over the place, he tried to call out for any of his friends, but his voice didn't come.

He struggled a bit more and did his best to scream for anyone to hear, but no sound came from it. Chill came across him, snow suddenly appearing and blanketing the farm, dousing the flames, but also turning the landscape into a blanket of white. Nothing was recognizable before, but now everything looked completely alien.

Then, after a moment, a light from the sky, blinding and gentle all at the same time enveloped the area. The farm was whole. Everyone was together again, the sun shined gently and brightly in the sky once more. Gurak went to ask something, but the words never came and he felt himself falling backward.

Gurak awoke with a jump. Rulu jerked at the sudden movement of the orc. His hand was resting on Gurak's stomach. He looked up at Gurak. "Are you okay?" He asked softly.

The orc nods. "Y-yeah, just a weird dream. I was with everyone, Towen too. Then, everything was destroyed, then the next thing I knew, winter had come and covered everything. But then light came outta nowhere and everything was back to normal. It was incredibly strange."

Rulu rumbles out. "Dreams sometimes give us glimpses of the future. Gifts from the gods, so to speak. Perhaps they were letting you know Towen will be with us someday as well?"

Rulu nods and hugs the orc gently. "Well, it's okay. No one has come within any of the wind barriers I think. At least, not mine. I think the others would have woken up if something approached." The orc nods and smiles, hugging Rulu gently.

Zamdor rumbles and yawns, opening his eyes after the pair spoke a little. He leans in and nuzzles them both with a rumble. "Mm, good morning lads." The older bull rumbles out. Kissing each of them affectionately.

Rulu and Gurak return the kiss with a smile. "Good morning Zam, did you sleep okay?" The orc asked, the bull nodded in reply. Nuzzling his face against the orc's chest and neck.

"Aye, I did. Eager for our morning fun as well." He rumbles out. Grinding his hips forward so that Gurak felt his morning wood. Gurak laughed softly.

"Ahh, of course." He sits up slowly and rumbles. Turning to look at Rulu and then at Zamdor. "So what do you guys wanna do?" He asked with a smile.

Rulu rumbles softly, sitting up on his knees. "I don't mind, as long as my tail gets nice and full." The bull chuckles and pats the lizard on the back.

"Well, we could try double-teaming him again. He seemed to rather enjoy that last time." Zamdor's hand slipped down to cup the lizardman's rump, making him push back into it with a soft churr of delight.

From where Wukin was, came a reply as well. "C....can I...try?" The poor nervous monkey mumbled out.

Gurak looked over. "Try?" Unsure of what the monkey wanted, but knowing the lizardman had some practice, he didn't think the monkey was ready for something like that.

Wukin nods. "I...I wanna try...being with you, proper. Being claimed, I mean." He looks to Gurak.

Zamdor grins and pats Gurak's back firmly. "He wants you to breed him Gurak." The older bull chuckles. His hand moves down to cup the orcs rump and squeeze it. "Maybe I could mount you while you're mounting him, hm?" The orc's face turns darker green with blush. He'd thought about it a few times, sure, but...was he sure he wanted to do that?

Before he could voice a complaint, Rulu whined. "But then where will I get my tail filled?" He lets out a grumbling hiss at the three, and they laugh softly. The bull grins.

Gurak turns to kiss Zamdor gently and smiles at him. "One day bull." He pats the bull's hip. "But I think for now, you should take care of poor Rulu and his needy rump. I'll take care of Wukin this morning.

Zamdor grins and kisses Gurak back gently. Then leans in and pecks a kiss on Wukin's cheek too. "Offer for my dick is available to you as well if you want it." He winks and moves around to Rulu. The older bull hugged Rulu and the pair playfully fell onto the bedroll as they gently wrestled.

Gurak scooted in closer to Wukin and put his arms around the monkey gently. Squeezing him in close. Wukin could feel the orc's arousal throb against his thigh as he blushed but nuzzled in close. "Are you sure you want this Wukin? You don't have to do anything at all, we'll respect your boundaries."

The monkey shook his head gently. He hugs the orc tightly. "It's all I thought about, well, mostly, since yesterday morning when your mouth was back there." He admits, nuzzling into the orc's neck with a blush on his face, huffing and squeezing in closer.

Gurak nods and nuzzles the monkey gently in return. He moves his hands up and down Wukin's back slowly as he rumbles into his ear and neck. "I'll stop the moment you ask me to." He whispers. He leans back slightly and looks into Wukin's eyes. They were soft and brown. They didn't look like the eyes of a trained assassin, but a shy nervous virgin.

Their soft chatter was interrupted by a loud moan from their side. Zamdor had finally 'pinned' Rulu and sunk into the cock hungry lizardman. Rulu's legs locked around Zamdor's thighs and his arms pulled the bull overtop of him.

Gurak and Wukin laughed softly, blushing slightly. They soon too lay back though. Wukin on the ground, legs around Gurak. The orc leaned over the monkey, kissing his face repeatedly. Each kiss only made the monkey's face a little redder and his erection throb a little harder.

Gurak moves his hand up, stroking Wukin's face as he smiles at him. "You're sure?"

He asked again, just to be certain. Wukin nods and moves his hands to rub the orc's chest gently. "I" 'm sure."

He repeats as he looks at the handsome orc. Gurak nods slowly and moves his hand down, teasing the monkey's tail with his finger. Stroking the pucker repeatedly, feeling it clench every time he did. His hand moves to his length and he strokes it once. Gathering pre-up onto his finger before he used the pre-slick digit to carefully sink into the inexperienced simian.

Wukin hissed softly at first. Rulu took this opportunity to be funny. "Hey, my mother was a saint!"

All four of them, despite being amid intimacy started laughing. Wukin's face was red. "S...sorry, I didn't mean to."

Rulu grins. "I'm teasing. We don't talk like th....UHHHNNN" The lizardman's words cut off as Zamdor thrust into him firmly.

Gurak chuckled softly. "Slow deep breaths for now Wukin." He rumbles as his finger sinks into the knuckle and then slips out slowly. The lubrication of the orc's pre-working quite well.

Gurak kept this up for a few minutes. Making sure Wukin's backside had a good amount of precum applied before he stopped. "Now, I need you to push like you're using the bathroom." He rumbles softly.

Wukin looked at him confused. "Why?" He wanted to know.

The orc smiles. "Doing that gets your muscles moving." He rumbles out, his finger teasing the pucker still, having slipped free. "It'll basically, open you up. So it's easier for me to get inside. Alternatively, you could clench up and hold it as long as possible. Till your muscles fail and are too weakened to resist when I push in." He rumbles out softly.

The monkey nods in understanding. He leans up and nuzzles the orc. Letting out a soft huff. "Go for it Gurak. I'm pushing." Gurak's face turned a shade darker, but he nodded. His one hand rubbed the monkey's side, as his other gripped his arousal. He carefully nudged forward and sunk past the ring.

Both groaned at that. Wukin also suddenly clenched up around him, causing him to slip out. The pair laughed softly, though the sounds of Rulu and Zamdor beside them kept them aroused, it was a little distracting.

Wukin wiggles his rump, and huffs. "Okay, try again." He whispers.

Gurak nods and carefully repeats the attempt, pushing into the tight ring. He gave the inexperienced monkey several inches before he stopped his movements. Holding still and huffing into his neck. Wukin's arms and legs were tightly around the orc, holding him and groaning into his neck. That rump clamped down around him over and over as Wukin stopped pushing, and his body did its best to oust the invader. Not that it seemed to have any effect on the orc's presence.

Gurak smiles and leans down, kissing Wukin gently on the lips. "Good job Wukin." He whispers as he holds still, feeling the monkey's inexperienced body continue to squeeze around him for a few more moments before it finally relents and stops. He grins and watches Wukin's face. "You ready for me to continue?" His eyes locked on Wukin's own.

The monkey nods his head slowly. The moans to the side of them getting louder as they were likely getting close to their releases. It didn't deter Wukin and Gurak though. It wasn't a race, after all.

The orc slowly rocks his hips, pulling back slightly, then nudging forward. Keeping up this bare movement, of an inch at most, inside of Wukin, till his body acclimated to the feeling. Once he saw Wukin's face wasn't in an expression of pain, he worked his hips forward and finally got deep enough to make the monkey moan out loud.

Gurak must've hit the monkey's prostate finally, the orc didn't know why he'd react like that otherwise.

The monkey letting out a sudden moan, was matched by Zamdor's loud grunts and moan. Followed a few moments later by Rulu. Their sounds of pleasure made his arousal inside of Wukin twitch all the more eagerly. His hips pump nicely and slowly as he moves back and forth inside the inexperienced monkey.

Wukin's body shuddered as he held onto Gurak. His eyes shut, his face contorted in pleasure as his body was hit with feelings he'd never imagined were possible. The orc's hand rested on the monkey's shoulder, his other still holding the base of his arousal, as he got closer to hitting, however, he moved it slowly. Moving his hand to rest just behind the monkey's head as he grins down at him. Leaning in to kiss him he starts to pump his hips slowly.

Wukin's eyes were shut as he felt the sensations shooting through his body. His legs squeezed Gurak tightly and kept him from pulling too far away, his hips wriggling at the feeling of being mounted for the first time. His dick twitched excitedly, the pressure against his prostate, like jolts of pleasure shooting straight into his dick.

Gurak's hips moved slowly and steadily. Sinking in a little pulling back several inches. Keeping this up, little by little, his face nuzzling in against the monkey's own. Finally, with a slow, long thrust though, the orc was hilted fully within the monkey.

Gurak moans softly and kisses Wukin's neck. "That was pretty intense." He laughs and nuzzles the monkey. "Ready for the real thing now that I'm fully in you?"

The monkey blinks, opening his eyes for the first time in a few minutes, and he nods. Gurak leans over and kisses the monkey gently. Causing Wukin to moan quietly. Those quiet moans turned into loud groans and grunts as the orc's pace changed. His slow thrusts were replaced with hard, rapid, almost hungry movements. His dick pistoning in and out of the monkey's backside.

Wukin didn't seem too unhappy about it. His hands gripping the orc, his eyes shut tightly as he grunts and groans loudly. "Uhn...f...fuck..." He squeezes around Gurak tightly, his arms and legs squeezing the orc, holding onto it for dear life.

Gurak felt the monkey's insides suddenly start spasming around him, he grins and groans into Wukin's ear. "That's my sweet monkey. Cum for me." He rumbles.

Wukin was already in the beginning throws of orgasm, but hearing the orc order him made it hit all at once. His body shuddering, that thick monkey dick twitching before spurting its seed across his stomach, chest and hitting himself in the chin.

The added tightness made Gurak groan and pump rapidly. His hips worked faster for another minute or two after the monkey's orgasm had died off, and his own started to creep up. He rumbles into Wukin's neck as he works his hips quickly. "I'm getting close." He whispers, a warning to the monkey. "I can still pull out if you want."

The monkey shakes his head. "N-no, I want it. Make me yours, like they are." He groans out. Gurak's face would have darkened with blush if he had any extra blood left for it.

His hips pumping a few more times slowly. Intentfully as he works the last movements up to his orgasm, before he sinks to the hilt, grinding his groin against the monkey's rump, shuddering and huffing softly. "F...fuck yeah...." His length, deeply buried within the monkey finally twitched and pumped out his cum, deep into the monkey.

Wukin's face turned to one of surprise as he felt it. The heat spread inside of him, unlike anything he could have imagined. Almost like a fire deep within him, put there by the orc himself.

The orc sits up just enough to not put his weight on the monkey and smiles at him. He leans down and kisses Wukin's face and lips several times. Wukin returned each one with a smile. "Th-thank you Gurak."

The orc grins. "I only gave you what you wanted. Nothing more." He smiles warmly still. "I guess this makes you officially one of the team now, hm?"

The monkey nods and his hands rub the orc's chest slowly. A blue glow radiates off him, making Gurak smile warmly. The pair stayed still for a few minutes. The grunts of Zamdor beside them drew their attention as the older bull gave Rulu another volley of bull seed. Making the pair snicker softly. Rulu looked worn out, laying there, panting with lizardcum all over his chest.

Gurak winced slightly when his length finally softened enough and slipped from the monkey's backside. The pair chuckle. Gurak standing and helping Wukin to his feet, whose knees wobbled slightly. After a few moments though they were out of the enclosure.

It wasn't too terribly long before Zamdor and Rulu came out too. Rulu was thrown over the bull's shoulder, his rump an absolute mess of bull seed. Zamdor set up the basin, and Gurak used the water urn to fill it. Then Gurak used a fire to warm the water.

Rulu was the first placed into the water, and Zamdor carefully laid him into it. Then the other three climbed in. Cuddling up and peppering each other's faces with an assortment of kisses and affection. The four of them stay close and share body contact for a long time. They must've spent an hour in there or longer. Since, while they were in there, they started seeing wagons, a distance away, but they saw them move back and forth from the town entrance. Folks coming and going, as it were.

The four of them chuckled. Zamdor made sure he put up a barricade to hide what modesty they had. It wasn't the same with Brun and his group, or their small-knit group. Strangers weren't allowed to see the goodies.

Gurak finally kissed each of his companions on the lips and grins. "Okay, okay, enough smothering the orc. Wash up. We gotta head into town and see about where to go next. We need to get away from the church as soon as possible and as far as possible."

The other three nodded, nuzzling in together, the feeling of their shared affection making the orc grin and hug them tighter. He shut his eyes and sighed happily, before letting them go, they separated slowly, and since the basin was big enough, they all bathed in a different section, it was the same as it always was.

After thorough washing, the four of them hopped out and dried off, and the excess water was poured out so it'd at least not go to waste. They'd taken to using the urn more often than the magically created water.

They got dressed, in their nicer clothes, since they were going into town. The orc wearing his dress shirt and pants under his leather armor. It looked silly and a little weird, but the orc refused to go without his armor. It was as much a part of him as his skin at this point.

They packed up their things. Disassembled the enclosure, basin, fire pit, and small fencing with a roof around the horses.

They hitched up the wagon and headed into town. They had to wait in line, there was an issue with someone in front of them and their identification. But once it was cleared up the line moved at a steady pace. When it was their turn, they presented their adventurer tags and were allowed in. They had their horses stabled, wagon put up. Bags over their shoulder, and headed into town.

The first place they hit up was the guild. To get the reward for the griffon. With Brun having vouched for them, and them showing the two griffin pelts, they were given credit for the kill. It was technically a Steel rank quest. But they had managed it and had proof, so each of them was bumped up to Tin rank. Gurak was going to argue they deserved more credit but didn't want to argue with the goblin behind the counter. The guy seemed angry enough as it was.

They took their two gold piece reward for the two griffins and the five gold pieces for each hide they turned in as well. He gave three gold coins each to Zamdor, Wukin, and Rulu. "You guys did the heavy lifting, so you deserve the reward." Gurak smiled at them, feeling proud of his party for tackling such a difficult quest without even realizing it.

The three looked at him, confused, and handed the coins back. "Nah you hold onto it. If we want something, we'll just ask. You don't have to give us money like we're kids with an allowance." Zamdor said, sticking out his tongue at the orc.

Gurak laughed and blushed slightly, but he nodded. He put the coins into his backpack and huffs. "Fine, fine." They then looked at the quest board. Nothing jumped out at him. There was one that seemed interesting. The person wanted help with procuring some ores and blacksmithing for her as well. It was a goblin, which wasn't surprising in the town.

Gurak pointed to the quest. "I think we could knock this out in a day. What do you guys say?" The three looked it over and nodded.

"I don't see why not. We have plenty of ores you picked up in Whetsin. You have most ores used in item creation. Everything shy of legendary metals anyway." The old bull rumbles out and smiles.

The others nodded their heads and he took the quest down, bringing it to the goblin behind the counter. "We'd like to take this one," Gurak said confidently.

The goblin looked it over and his eyes bulged slightly, he resisted the urge to laugh, covering it with a cough. He nods though and puts on his biggest grin. "Sure thing buddy. The quest giver's name is Blert. Her workshop is near the docks. It's the place with a big glass dome on top. You shouldn't miss it." He stamps the top of the page with 'taken' on it and sets it aside. "If I don't hear anything from you and her within 2 days though, I'm putting it back up." The group nodded.

They headed out into the town and down towards the docks. Goblins were everywhere, but that wasn't surprising. They did see the Resol Tavern as they walked past. But were focused on getting the quest taken care of before they would stop in to see Brun.

The building wasn't too hard to find. They approached and Gurak knocked on the door loudly. But heard no response. He knocked again, and still nothing. Gurak opened the door, which wasn't even locked, then stepped inside.

Looking around the workshop was surprising. The place was full of junk parts. Metal scrap and half-finished projects. Something that looked like a car, wings on a suit small enough for a goblin, and even what looked like a diving suit were all in various stages of creation.

Nearby, they heard the sizzle of something. Gurak slowly approached. Coming around the side of the building, the orc was astonished to see what looked like a submarine. The thing itself was huge. Easily big enough to fit Brun and his whole crew. The goblin working on it was using their finger to touch the metal. Sparks shooting out here and there as they worked. Gurak waited till the noise stopped before speaking up. "Hello?"

A shriek came from the person with the mask. It was lifted and the person took a defensive posture. "If you think you can rob me, I'll gigajoule you into the next life!" Her hands were sparking with electricity.

Gurak put his hands up. "Whoa, whoa. Peace. You put a quest in at the guild, asking for ore and a blacksmith."

The goblin looked at him curiously. Put down her hands and took off the helmet. "That you then?" She asked.

He nodded. "I'm not a world-renowned craftsman, but, I like to think I'm decent at the craft." He shrugs.

She nods. "Okay. Let's see what you brought. I need copper, iron, and silver." She walks over to a table. Gurak nods his head and pulls the bag off his shoulder, setting it on the floor and reaching down into it.

He pulls out a few chunks of each. They needed to be processed and refined, but they were all adequate. He had quite a few pieces of each, after all, they weren't expensive, not by dwarven standards, at least.

The goblin woman grinned. "Fantastic. Now you can smith them too, right?" She asked, the orc nodded.

The orc smiled. "I just need a place to smelt and hammer." Gurak looks around.

The woman looks at the orc. "Mmm." She wanders off and peaks around a corner. "Well come on." She grumbles at him.

Gurak follows, and the others follow behind him. She led him to a smithing area, she'd set up. "I don't like doing it. But I had one built for me." She grumbles and points. "Get'm cleaned up and the impurities out. Then I'll show you what I need them shaped into." She watches the orc for a moment. "I'm Blert Whizgigett. But you can just call me Blert." She then heads back into the main area of the building where the submarine was being worked on. Using just her finger, she went back to welding she was channeling the lightning so tightly it was acting like a welder. It was honestly impressive to the orc.

Gurak let the others do what they wanted to. Zamdor went to Brun's tavern to see how it was there. Wukin set about gathering information in town. Rulu didn't want to leave Gurak's side, so he stayed in the small smithing area. Gurak worked for several hours before he finished and had lunch with Rulu. While the metal cooled down he ate. Giving it time to temper properly, before he'd bother the goblin lady again.

She was single-mindedly focused on welding metal plates to the hull of the submarine. Once he'd had a good lunch and was sure the metal was cooled enough. He stepped out of the smaller room and into the bigger one. She'd made significant progress, a good part of the hull was already welded into place. He knocked on the submarine itself to get her attention. When she finished her piece, she lifted her helmet and looked at him. "You done?" He nodded.

She came into the room and inspected the metals. The impurities were reduced, there was no way to remove them completely, of course, not even with magic, but they were improved overall. After inspecting them. She described how they needed to look. Even showed other pieces she had that were close but needed to be changed, for when he shaped his. He listened intently, taking in the information as best he could, and once she was done explaining, he set about making the first piece.

She went back to welding and about an hour passed before he was done with the first piece. He let it cool and gave himself a break, walking around to stretch. Rulu was quietly reading something in a corner of the shop. Far away from the sounds of hammers and highly focused welding.

Gurak waited till Blert had finished her next piece and had her inspect the next thing he'd made. It met the needs she had and he was instructed to do all the iron in the same manner, so he set about doing that, it took the rest of the day, and it was past dusk before the iron pieces alone were finished.

Blert thanked him for his work. Said she'd go to the guild tomorrow and tell him that the first half of the quest had been completed. She recommended an inn her friend ran. Gurak thanked her for the offer, but he and Rulu instead went to the Resol Tavern.

Gurak found Zamdor drinking with Brun's fellows they'd met before. They seemed to be having a good time. Wukin was there as well, watching over Zamdor, most likely. Gurak came in and Zamdor raised a pitcher spilling it a little, but cheering. "There's our amazing, handsome as fuck leader!" He grins, and the others with him cheer as well.

Gurak laughs and waves, then heads to the bar. A rather well-dressed and noble-looking owl stood behind the counter. He was cleaning metal cups, he finally set them aside and smiled. "Good evening sir, how may I help you?"

The orc smiles. "Brun told me this was a good place to rest at night. I'd need a room with four beds, or...two rooms with two beds, something like that. But no single room, single beds."

The bird nods his head. "Ahh, you must be the orc Brun told me about. The one who he met on the way here. We have a room like your first request. Brun has a habit of pushing all the beds together so, that's probably how it looks right now since they slept here last night." He coughs. "Let me send a few guys up to clean the room, just in case."

Gurak nods and smiles. He orders himself a mug of juice. Not because he was against drinking or thought himself too young, but because he simply didn't want to. He didn't drink much when he and Towen went out before either. It just wasn't something he wanted a lot of.

After a little while, the orc wasn't sure how long. He was notified their room was ready. Gurak and Rulu got Wukin and Zamdor's attention. Telling them that they were heading up to the room to sleep. Wukin and Zamdor stayed downstairs a bit longer.

Gurak and Rulu went up to the room, the beds were indeed pushed together into one ginormous bed, there was a bit of a gap here and there, but, overall, it was essentially one big bed. Gurak and Rulu settled in and slept.

The orc was exhausted after pouring so much into making the metal plates for Blert. But it was for a good bit of silver which would last them quite some time. It also gave Wukin time to gather information about boat schedules.

Gurak and Rulu cuddled up close. Rulu set about putting a wind barrier around the room to the best of his ability. They slept for a while before Rulu shook him awake. The lizardman woke the orc when he heard the door being rattled. It took a few tries, but the door finally opened. Zamdor and Wukin finally stumbling in.

The pair was very drunk. Zamdor had convinced Wukin to try some mead and he'd taken a liking to it. They made it to the bed and made a half-hearted attempt to undress, but they didn't quite make it. Zamdor had his robe half off and was snoring face down on the bed. Wukin had unlaced his chest armor. He'd managed to get it over his head and then passed out, with his arms still upright in the armor. Gurak and Rulu helped them get into bed properly and at least somewhat undressed. The bull's robes slipped off easily enough, and the leather armor pulled over Wukin's body the rest of the way.

When Gurak laid back down finally, the monkey pressed in close, immediately, wrapping his arms and legs around the orc, holding onto him for dear life. Rulu snickered and kissed Gurak's cheek, scooting down to cuddle up with Zamdor whose arms, when feeling the lizardman wrapped him up and hold him protectively.

The four of them slept peacefully for the most part. The various noises from downstairs, a cheer, or the sound of a distant explosion made the orc wake up from time to time, but not enough to keep him up for terribly long. Just enough to avoid any dreams. Which may have been for the best with the way they'd been going lately.

Gurak awoke to the feeling of something touching him below the waist. He peeks open his eyes to see Rulu casually stroking him. He smirks and leans in, kissing the lizardman. "What about Zam and Wukin? They'll probably be hungover."

Rulu nods his head softly. "They chose to get drunk." The lizardman grins at Gurak and leans in, kissing him. "I won't decline if they wanna join us. But I'm not gonna hold off because they don't join in either. Besides, it's been a while since it was just the two of us." Rulu rumbled out.

Zamdor was laid out on the bed beside them, sprawled out and snoring. His underclothes straining with morning wood. Wukin wasn't too much further away, curled up facing away from the windows.

Rulu carefully climbed over Gurak and with one hand behind himself, gripped the orc and sat back slowly, taking the orc to the root in one movement. Rulu's hands are on his chest, kneading it as he rocks his hips.

Gurak's face was curled in a grin, his hands rubbing Rulu's hips as the lizardman slowly moved his body. The warmth and feeling of the lizardman moving with him, his hips lifting slightly to work with Rulu's movements. The two of them making love in a lazy morning kind of way.

They weren't too loud, nor too aggressive. Their movements were slow and intentional. The lizardman's rump squeezed around the orc repeatedly, his lizard dick drooling pre-down onto the orc's stomach every so often.

The movements awoke Zamdor first, who blinked and rubbed his eyes. He laughed and sat back. "Damn, the energy of youth." Zamdor sat and watched. He felt miserable. His head was pounding and his body was dehydrated from the excess of alcohol he'd ingested the night before. So as much as he wanted to join in. The thumping in his head wasn't going to let him. Instead, he got up and poured some cups of water to start drinking.

Wukin awoke a few moments later, the bed rocking making the monkey's eyes shoot open and he took a defensive posture, till the hangover hit and he recoiled back into a fetal position. "By the gods, why does it hurt." He groaned out.

Zam offered him a cup of water, as he watched Gurak and Rulu's bodies rock in unison. "Your body is out of water." He rumbles out. "Alcohol, for whatever reason, removes the water from our bodies and it makes everything hurt the next morning."

Wukin slides off the bed and starts drinking the offered water. More thankful than ever for the urn of endless water. "Why would you do this to yourself."

Zamdor grins. His erection was obvious, even starting to leak a little pre, though, it was less than usual. "It's fun. Mostly. Till the next morning anyways." He answers, another loud gulp of water, it wouldn't kick in for a little while, but, it certainly wasn't making him feel worse.

Wukin's hand carefully slips down to grope the bull, while his other hand holds his cup, drinking water as well, the pair watching Rulu and Gurak.

Rulu's movements started to get faster as he rocked his hips. Gurak's hands were gripping Rulu's sides a little tighter as he moved and rocked harder as well.

Zamdor tugged his dick out of his underclothes, letting the thick, hefty bull dick free.

Wukin's hand immediately gripped and started pumping the bull's dick squeezed a bit tighter as he watched. Zamdor rocked his hips a little as he huffed. "Mmmph, that feels good lad. If you want me to finish faster, focus on the tip." He leans his head back, huffing and rumbling.

Wukin's hand moves to stroke the first few inches of bull dick, pulling his foreskin back and forth slowly. As well as squeezing it tightly when he does. Zamdor rumbles and grins. "Any chance you'd wanna lift that tail for me this morning lad?" He asks as he looks at Wukin.

The monkey blinks and shakes his head. "I like you Zam, but....I'm Gurak's" He states simply. The old bull chuckles and nods. He understood he felt the same way.

Zamdor smiled softly. "I understand, no harm done then." He finished his third cup of water and just leaned against the table, while Wukin pumped his dick quickly.

The old bull wasn't kidding, he was huffing and grunting in almost no time at all with the monkey's attention focused around his tip. Zamdor let out a few grunts before his dick twitched and splattered his seed across the floor under their feet.

Gurak heard Zamdor's soft grunts and his own got a little louder in response. He pumps his hips upward a few times, and it was enough to set Rulu off, whose own orgasm streaked across Gurak's chest, followed by Gurak moaning and flooding the lizardman's rump with his cum.

Zamdor was left panting softly. He then looks to Wukin. "Want me to take care of you in return lad?"

The monkey shakes his head gently. "I'll be okay. I drank so much last night, cause I never had before. I had no idea." He laughs and leans against the table, starting his second cup of water. "I think I just want to let my head stop throbbing and hurting, perhaps another morning." He rumbles out

Wukin then walked around Zamdor and went to a door, Gurak had thought it a closet, but instead, it led to a private bath. "I heard the owl fella, Oliver talk about each room having a private bath. It's not big enough for all four of us, but we can all get cleaned up."

Zamdor grins and looks at the group. "Well, how about you go ahead first Gurak, since you're the messiest, then Rulu then me and Wukin can fight for the next bath."

Gurak lay there a few more moments before Rulu slipped off and he got up, went into the private room, and bathed. It was...it was a shower.

Gurak's face lit up. It was an honest to god working shower. He stepped inside and felt warm water falling over his body, something he didn't realize he'd miss as much as he had.

The orc took a long, pleasant shower. The hot water never seemed to end, so he didn't rush. It was probably a half hour or longer before he came out.

Zamdor laughed softly as he saw the orc. "We thought you'd fallen in or gotten kidnapped with how long you took."

Gurak shook his head. "It's like the baths back home, on Earth." He points out. "Warm water from overhead, it's exactly what I needed."

Rulu was next, he had to have Gurak show him how to operate it. The lizardman didn't understand the concept at first, but, once he got used to it and the water was pouring over him, he couldn't have been happier.

Zamdor went next, having listened to Gurak's explanation to Rulu, so he had little trouble bathing as well. Finally, Wukin took his turn, he didn't have much trouble using the apparatus and was out fairly quickly as well.

After their baths, they cleaned up the room as best they could. Gathered their things and went downstairs, getting breakfast from the owl behind the counter. Oliver didn't sleep much, they guessed. Or kept odd hours at the very least.

After breakfast was finished, they headed back to Blert's warehouse.

On the way, Gurak and the others noticed, folks were paying special attention to Rulu as they walked through town. The day before, they hadn't been as cavalier about staring at the lizardman, but, today, was a different matter. Folks were openly gawking and staring at the lizardman of unique colored scales. Gurak worried this might lead to issues later, so he stayed on his guard.

The lady goblin had been welding on and off it seemed, as most of the pieces Gurak had made the day before were finished, and on the submersible. Gurak was instructed, today, to make different shaped metal strips. She had one set aside for him to use as a guide and he spent the day doing that. Zamdor and Wukin stayed outside of the workshop, as their headaches hadn't completely been alleviated.

Rulu stayed inside, all the people looking at him had put him on alert and made him feel incredibly nervous, so he wanted to stay out of sight while reading the book he'd been pouring over the day before.

Gurak spent the hours in the smithy she had, forging the metal strips. It was easier than before, the pieces were smaller and they didn't take as much time because of it. So he knocked them out within half a day.

By the time he was done, she was waiting on them. When he finally handed them over, after they'd properly cooled, she thanked him and said he could leave.

Gurak looked confused. "I can...go? Do you need anything else?" The lady goblin shook her head.

"No. You can go. I told the guild last night that you'd be finishing today, and to have your payment ready when you arrived. I can take care of anything else. If I want anything more, I'll make sure to request you specifically, but, for now, I'm all set." The orc wondered if she'd hire him and his group on as bodyguards if they went underwater in that machine, not that he had any clue how to bodyguard from inside a submarine.

Gurak nodded his head and gathered up Rulu first, putting a cloak over him first, and then they left the workshop. Zamdor and Wukin were talking a few feet away, overlooking the harbor that was a distance away. "Looks like we're done. Back to the guild for our pay, and then we can discuss what's next."

The others nodded, and back to the guild they went. Folks were still talking among themselves, as they walked past, but no one made any mention of the lizardman with black scales.

Once at the guild, they were given 75 silver for their work. "For the delivery, materials, and labor, with a small cut to the guild itself for facilitating your work." The male goblin said with an almost monotone voice. He'd been at this job for a long time, it seems and he didn't much care for it, from the sound of his voice. He almost sounded like an NPC would in a video game back home.

Gurak thanked him for the work and even gave the goblin 5 silvers for being so helpful. The goblin, for the first time since he'd seen the guy, smiled, gave off a blue glow, and nodded his head in thanks to the orc.

As Gurak was about to step away, the goblin grabbed his arm. "Hey, uh....I wasn't gonna say anything, because it's none of my business. But you strike me as a good fella." He looks left and right cautiously.

"Someone is looking for your friend. The lizard fella. I dunno what it's about. Or why." He says in hushed tones. "But you should be careful in town. Folks are looking for him. Nasty folks." He says carefully. He then let go of Gurak's arm. "I hope you have a good day sir, and make sure to come back to the guild anytime you need work. Da guild is always open!" The goblin's smile was big and wide, the first time the goblin had shown much emotion.

Gurak joined his friends and spoke to them quietly. "Let's head back to Resol, and talk there." The others looked concerned but nodded. Quietly, they made their way through the city, where only hours before it was comfortable and everything felt okay. Now, the streets harbored threats, and the orc felt incredibly unsafe every step of the way, till they were inside the tavern.

Gurak sat down and gathered his group close. "So, I don't know what's going on. But, that goblin warned me that we're being watched. Someone is looking for Rulu. I dunno who, or why. But, surely you guys noticed it too, right? Folks watching us, talking and pointing. I think Rulu is in real danger right now. So we gotta be on our guard."

Gurak turned to Wukin. "You are best suited for this task. Can you slip out and start looking into it? I'll ask Brun too." The orc asked softly. Wukin nodded and was about to slip out when the orc hugged him tightly. "If anything gets dangerous. You slip out. Get away, and come back to us." His hand cups the monkey's face gently. "You are too important to lose. Not because of your skills, or your magic, or what you can do." He smiles. "Because I care about you, and I'd hate to burn this city to the ground if I lost you."

Wukin's face turned red, and a blue glow overtook him. He nods his head. "I'll do my best, and I'll come back to you, hale and hearty." The monkey turns, hops over the seat he was on, and out the door into the noisy city.

Gurak and Zamdor pressed in close beside Rulu as they waited and stayed in what they felt was a relatively safe place. Gurak did at least go talk to Oliver after a few minutes.

The orc approached the counter, Oliver the owl smiles and nods to him. "Welcome back. Will you be staying with us again tonight? We cleaned up the room."

The orc's face turned darker and he laughed. "Ahh, hah, I don't know yet. I just wanted to let you know we're hiding in here for a bit."

Oliver's demeanor changed almost immediately as he leaned in. "Who from?" He asked. His face is almost beside the orcs as he looks across the tavern.

The orc replied quietly. "I don't know. Wukin is doing reconnaissance while we wait. Folks have been looking at Rulu weirdly all day, and the goblin in the guild told me someone was looking for him, he might be in danger. I do not mean to bring a threat into your tavern. Brun said if I needed help though, this was the place to get it."

Oliver smiles and pats the orc's shoulder. "Brun is right, this is a safe place for friends. Your trouble will become ours if anyone breaches that door without permission." He smiles at the orc. "Worst case, we have tunnels under the tavern to get you to anywhere you want to go in the city, even outside of the walls." The owl's taloned hand pats the orc's shoulder. "We won't let anything happen."

The orc takes a slow breath in relief and nods. "Thank you, Oliver. I can't tell you how much of a burden this is off of my shoulders. We'll get out of your feathers in no time, we're just waiting on Wukin for now."

Gurak went back to his table and put his arm around Rulu, Zamdor did as well, smiling at the lizardman who was distraught. "I'm sorry I keep getting us in trouble." His face scrunches up.

The bull shakes his head and moves his hand up, cupping the lizard's far cheek, leaning in to kiss him. "None of that. You have done nothing wrong. And nothing to apologize for. You are a sweet, kind, loving man. And I'll send anyone who disagrees to the darkest pits of Damato."

Gurak canted his head. "Damato?" He asked, completely unfamiliar with the term. He'd heard it mentioned a few times now.

The bull nods. "Ahh, a plane of darkness. Where the souls of evil beings are allegedly sent when they die."

Gurak nods and nods. "Where I come from, we refer to such a place as hell."

The bull blinks and nods. "Ahh. I think I heard you use that word before, but I never knew what it meant." The orc thinks back, had he ever said it aloud? He couldn't remember, but it wasn't important.

For now, though, they just stayed close to Rulu and made sure the lizardman felt safe.

When Brun came downstairs, Oliver told him what was going on. The rhino nodded and came over. Putting his hand on Gurak and Zamdor's shoulders. "You fellas will be okay." He rumbles out and smiles. "This ol' rhino won't let no one hurt you." The older rhino even leaned over and kissed the top of Rulu's head. "You're safe here kiddo. I swear it." Rulu's expression lightened a touch, hearing the kind words from Brun.

It was several hours of waiting before Wukin slipped back inside of the tavern. Oliver, behind the counter, remained focused on the door, seeing Gurak brighten, urged the owl to relax a bit. Brun had sat closer to the door, so if anyone came in, he'd be the first to strike.

Thankfully though it was only Wukin. Once the monkey came in, he rejoined his group and started speaking. Brun was close behind, sitting beside Gurak.

"So, I spoke to some of my contacts here in town. It seems the leader of the thieves' guild here in town, a female beastfolk, lizard if I recall correctly, got word of him. His unique scale color and all. She's put her goons out, looking for him"

Rulu's face darkened and he sagged his head. "It's all my fault." The lizardman grumbled out.

The orc grunts at him. "It's not." The orc grins at him. Moving his hand to lift that lizard's chin so he could look into Rulu's yellow eyes. "You acted with love. They acted with hate and greed." He leans in, bumping his nose against the lizardman's snout.

Rulu made a face, he used the lizardman's own words against him, he huffed at the orc, but smiled. "Fine, fine. You make a good point. Bonus, 'cause you used my own words against me." He sighs though. "So what do we do? Now that she has her talons set on grabbing me, it's not going to be easy."

Wukin nods. "It won't. She has agents everywhere. It'll be hell trying to get out of town." Wukin grins then as he looks at the others. "So, instead of going and running, how about we show up at her front door instead?" The monkey's hands come together in front of him.

"This way, we can get ahead of whoever is looking for him, take her out if we have to, and from there, decide where to go. We won't become head of the thieves guild for taking her out, but, at least the person interested in you will be gone, so no one else will dare cross us. Not here in Halfsea, anyways."

Gurak listened and nodded. "Do you know a way there?"

Wukin nods. "I do, sort of." He then turns to Brun. "We'll need to use your tunnels though."

Brun blinked and looked surprised. "Tunnels? Under our tavern, this is the first time I've ever heard of them."

Wukin grins. "I'm sure. We'll need to use them. Take them to the sewers and then down deeper. Their lair is down in some caverns beneath the city, either long forgotten, or anyone who knew was killed." He shrugs. "Either way. That's our ticket in. I can't pop us there, but, I know the way, kinda. if I can find a familiar starting point, at least. I've been more than once. But I've never interacted with the leader directly. Only her underlings."

Gurak looks at the others and sighs. "Okay. First things first." He looks to Rulu. "Is this what you want to do? You say the word, and we leave town instead."

The lizardman shook his head. "This isn't going to end here. She'll send more people, scour the whole continent I bet. I'm too valuable a prize. It'll probably be like this, everywhere we go." Rulu sits up straight now. Looking directly at Gurak. "The only way they'll stop is if we're too dangerous to be messed with. That means we have to strike hard, and fast and cause significant damage. That's the only recourse."

Gurak nods and pats Rulu's back. He then looks to Brun. "Sorry for hiding out here. We'll head out now." He was impressed with the gumption the lizardman had about all of this. He was braver than the orc initially suspected.

Brun looks at the group. "Are you sure you don't want to hire us to go with you? We can wreck shit like champs." He grins.

The orc laughs. "Oh, I have no doubt. How about, instead? You do me a small favor." The orc pulls out a gold coin and slips it over. "Any lizard folks you have in your employ. Have them dressed up in cloaks, like Rulu here. Leave with a group of three, also in cloaks, and send out a few groups like that. They might get attacked, so, this is to pay for any damages incurred."

The rhino laughs. "This more than covers anything. Besides, it's not like I'm doing anything shady. I'm just sending my boys out for a patrol, right?" He grins and claps Gurak on the shoulder. "So while they chase us in the streets. You and the others go in the tunnels I only learned about today, and will forget about by the time you leave." The rhino grins at the orc and pats his shoulder. "May the wind of Anemabe be at your back"

Brun got up from his seat and called his guys over. He must have had thirty to forty fellas working for him. He started speaking to them, the lizardfolk among them, only three, gathered up cloaks, and then in groups of four they paired off. Brun patted them on the shoulder. "Remember, pair up with at least one healer per group. Have two following behind the other four, one archer, and one healer. Keeping watch. Someone ambushes the four. No hesitation." The rhino grunts out as he looks at everyone. "Not a single second of it. Strike to kill, with no remorse. I won't go into details. But, they are hunting lizardfolk specifically. If you don't want to participate, you are not obligated."

Despite saying so, none of the lizardfolk faltered. Brun continued. "You guys move out, defend yourselves accordingly. Any blowback falls on me. So act with that in mind. I'm not afraid of the goblins here." He grins at his group. "Well, now boys. Get ready. You'll go out at about the same time. All of you go somewhere different." He points to the first lizardman. "You, to the docks. Move like your life was on the line." To the second, he rumbles out. "Eastern gate. Quick as you can." He grins then the third. "Northern gate. Don't stop for anything."

He looks at his group. "Followers. Keep your distance. Only intervene if you have to. Otherwise, observation only. We want to see where they go and report back. We want to know about every pathway, every secret door, every last hidden passage they use if we can find'm. Find everyone you can. Report back and if we have to, we follow up behind them and strike. The hydra has many heads, but if you cut them all off at once and burn the body, it can't grow any back."

The others all cheered, all of them getting dressed up in cloaks. First, the six 'followers' left, all six out the door, breaking up in different directions.

Then, one group at a time shuffled out the door into the streets. Each heading in a different direction.

After a few minutes. Brun went to the door and looked out, checking the streets. Then shut the door, urging the group downstairs, behind the bar, through the kitchen, and down the stairs. Down into what looked like a cellar, the rhino then opens a secret door, behind a wall of wine bottles. He grinned, let them pass through then shut it behind them. "If you need to come back. There is a button on the right side, press it twice. Otherwise, you activate a trap."

Gurak spoke up softly. "After this, I want to have a big party. It's my birthday today, I realized while we were traveling here. It's just about three weeks after the fall equinox."

Zamdor grinned and nodded. "Definitely. We'll have a big celebration at Resol when we get back. Brun and his whole crew, drinks can be on me, though I think I'll take my time, this time. That hangover was no fun."

Gurak listened, nodded, and then disappeared down the passageway with his group. The four of them follow the trail of torches to the sewers and the hopes that Wukin will find something that looks familiar, so they could continue down to the guild proper.

It took Wukin some time to get his bearings. As he'd never entered the same way twice. But after a little time, the monkey found a familiar place and started moving towards where he knew the guild entrance to be.

The four of them went with as much stealth as they could muster. They didn't even make a noise as they crept through the sewers. Only the sounds of water surrounded them, and the unbearable smell.

They slowed even more, when, as they approached, they heard voices. Gurak patted Wukin on the shoulder. "Do your best to leave them alive. We're not here to start a war, just take out the head and leave. Make a point."

Wukin nodded and slipped into shadows, a bit of scuffling, and a man's grunt was heard before Wukin stepped around and motioned the others to move forward. They moved forward quietly. Wukin stepping ahead to knock a guy out with as little damage as possible. Gurak checked them over with healing magic, after the fact. Making sure no permanent damage was done.

Gurak felt this was too risky. While Wukin was ahead, he turned to Zamdor and spoke softly. "Is there a way my magic could help here? Like putting someone to sleep, or paralyzing them, something?"

The bull nods. "Aye. But it's a bit harder. It's like that lass was doing, back in her workshop. You have to think about the element you're using and use it differently. Not for harm, but for incapacitation." Gurak nodded, he didn't know how that would help him right now. But, he'd still give it a shot.

When Wukin returned. Gurak patted his arm. "I want to try something." Wukin knew this to mean, he was about to do something impressive, or stupid.

The next set of guards they found. Gurak focused his lightning magic in his hands. Whispering as he approached. "Blessing of lightning, spark of Thuellor, reach out, course through my foes, and leave them unable to move. Paralytic Chain." Lightning sparked from one hand to the other, until he pointed his open palm at the two guards. One went to shout but he was struck by the lightning, the guard beside him was next, and both were frozen in place as the spell paralyzed them for an undetermined amount of time.

Their bodies collapsed eventually and they twitched from time to time as their bodies were wracked with paralysis.

Gurak looked to Zamdor who grinned and nodded. "Aye lad, that's the way." As they continued. Zamdor spoke softly. "Most folks don't understand how much magic can do. They think of it as a singularly destructive force, or in the case of light. Healing."

The bull shakes his head. "That's wildly inaccurate. Magic has multiple applications. Not only destruction, or healing. But status ailments, or even buffs to your allies. I didn't study too deeply into the other uses, to my shame. I wasn't interested in debilitating an enemy. I was more interested in killing them."

Gurak took this to mean, that magic wasn't one-dimensional. He could attack, sure, but, status effects, like paralysis, were an option. Zamdor using ice to trap the mushrooms was a great example too, and he had completely overlooked it, till now.

He'd have to consider what each element could do, in terms of applying status effects, and even more interesting, was the claim of buffs, and boons to one's inherent abilities. How was that even possible? He couldn't even imagine it.

For now, though, they needed to continue and reach the guild itself.

It took a while. It felt like hours, but finally, they were inside, the main area was full of people. There was no knocking one or two out. There must have been twenty or thirty people in here.

The room was big and spacious. There was a makeshift throne, a human man sat in it, and looked quite bored.

The four of them moved around and, with the aid of Wukin's shadow magic, went for the doorway. However, almost as soon as they stepped out, they were spotted. Gurak should have known better. But he wanted desperately to move silently.

A shout from behind and a rush of people. Gurak and his group had no hope of fending off so many all at once.

Before he even had time to unsheath his axe, his body was pinned and he was tied up. All of them were. The man in the chair looked at them and laughed. "If I'd known you'd just walk right in, I wouldn't have posted so many guards." He grins and makes a motion for them to follow. Several of the guards inside accompanied them.

The four of them even had hoods put over their heads. The orc didn't understand why. It's not like this would make them forget the route they took here, it was just one room away, right?

They were led into a room, and air rushed around them for a second, like a window being opened and a breeze suddenly coming through. Just off the side from the 'throne' room, where they assumed the leader was. They couldn't see of course, but they heard the footsteps. The leader walked back and forth in front of them a few times.

Gurak's hood was removed first. He looked at the leader and his shock left him speechless, there wasn't anything he could say, he didn't know how to put it into words. Wukin's bag was removed next. He stared at the woman. Looked her in the eye with defiance.

Zamdor's hood was removed next and when he saw the woman, his realization was immediate. He knew he had to protect Rulu. "Rulu, don't look. Shut your eyes tight and no matter what, don't open them. Okay?" Rulu nodded his head, shutting his eyes tight and holding them closed.

Rulu's bag was the last one removed, he didn't open his eyes, instead he pulled his head away and pointed his head down, to the ground.

She stepped forward, the sound of her boots clicking on the stone beneath her feet, her hand outstretched and lifting Rulu's chin. "Rulu, you're all grown up." She grins and looks him over. The voice was soft, kind, almost affectionate. Rulu recognized it immediately. He hadn't heard it in almost 15 years.

Against Zamdor's wishes, he opens his eyes and looks up at the source of the voice, expecting a pretender, or someone similar, at best, but not what he saw. Looking into the female lizardfolk's eyes, only one word could escape his lips.

Rulu's face was one of shock and confusion. How could this be? His mother and father died when he was a child. They were taken by slavers, and he was hidden away in one of the wagons, on a false floor of it.

He'd hidden there for almost a day before Towen's group found and took him in.

How was this woman here, how was she alive and why, gods why was she the head of the thieves guild now? "M....mother?!" Was all he could muster, the storm of questions raging in his head, but only one word escaped amidst everything.

Gurak sighed softly. So much for the plan. He hoped Brun didn't cause too much ruckus on the streets. It was going to be a long, unpleasant few days.