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Captain's New Crew For Heru By Draconicon

The skies of Hamandor were quiet, the twin suns flaring hot enough to keep most crews grounded until the night storms brought relief. But there were still those looking to do business, and Sethras - despite his noble lineage - was one of them.

"Thanks for coming. Please send in the next one as you leave."

The elf held a smile on his face as the big bear walked out of his quarters, keeping it stuck to his face until the door shut. Then, and only then, did the prince let it fade. Shoving the bear's papers off of his desk and into a small bin behind it, he leaned forward and groaned.

"If I was thinking, I'd have waited until we got to Lotimor, but noooo, I needed crew here. What was I thinking? What was I thinking?"

He shook his head, taking a moment to look out the window. Despite the heat, the port city was beautiful. The shimmering white wood that made up most of the dwellings out here in the oasis were spectacular, and he knew that they had enough wealth to employ the druids needed to keep it all looking good. He just wished that the inhabitants had more to offer than what he'd seen so far.

The prince turned back to the papers on his desk. What few listings he'd kept were...lackluster, to say the least. None of them had the airship experience that he was looking for, though they asked for pay that would beggar most captains. The only saving graces they had was their criminal records, which meant he could get more use out of them than pure volunteers. Not much more, but some.

Still, he needed more than that.

The door opened, and immediately the elf perked up.

"Ah, welcome, welcome, warrior of the skies."

He stood up, offering the green dragon a hand in greeting. The familiar crushing grip descended around his fingers, but he managed to keep a smile on his face until he was released. Gesturing to a chair, he waited until his newest applicant was seated before joining him.

"I didn't expect one of your kind to pick up my ad. What brings you so far out of the mountains, Mr..."

"Randor. Emeritus Randor, if you please."

"Ah, a member of the royal families. The mystery deepens."

The dragon smiled.

"Only as much mystery as seeing a member of the elven royal family working on an airship, even as a captain."

"It does my soul good to be recognized, oh scaly wonder."

"And does it do you good enough to hire me, no questions asked?"

"Ah, but it does not, I'm afraid. But it does lessen the questions I must ask."

"A pity, but one cannot choose all the blessings that one will receive in life."

Such banter had been rare over the last few months, and Sethras was happy to indulge in it again. He kept up the back and forth wit as he reached into his desk, pulling out a few little papers. Passing them across the table, he looked the dragon over surreptitiously.

Even if the noble had no experience in the air whatsoever, the elf would be hard pressed to deny that he'd be useful. The wings and the sheer body strength underneath his silken uniform bespoke someone that was used to hard work, and he knew that he wouldn't have to worry about this Emeritus falling off the ship and becoming a casualty. Hell, he might even be able to use the dragon as an air warrior, something that he was drastically short on.

Not to mention that he has a fine body for other purposes, the elf thought with a smile.

"What are these?"

He was shaken out of his thought as the dragon noble picked up the papers. Clearing his throat, he gestured at them.

"Simple contracts. I offer several different positions, after all, and I want you to see what the duties would be."

"Hmmph. You think that these are needed?"

To his surprise, the dragon threw the papers over his shoulder, the sheets fluttering to the deck.

"Have I offended you, oh dragon?"

"Not yet, prince. But I believe there are better ways of sealing what I want."

"Ah, I forgot the customs of this port."

Not truly, of course. Hamandor was famous for more than its heat, after all, and it had been one of the enticing factors of recruiting here. All the frustration from the prior applicants had merely pushed it out of his head.

The elf stood up from his desk, reaching down for his belt and slowly undoing it. Enjoying the little smirk on the dragon's face, Sethras pulled at his pants until he'd managed to undo the knot under the belt, and untied the front to allow his cock out. It fell over the dragon's muzzle, and the other noble took a few sharp sniffs, the hot air blowing pleasurably over his shaft.

"I suppose we should keep to the local traditions, after all."

"Of course we should, elf. Why else would we make a deal here?"

"Why else indeed?"

Stroking his growing cock along the dragon's cheek, Sethras considered how they might do this. The dragon was quite a bit bigger than him, after all, but he was the employer. Such thing did grant a little bit of leverage, after all.

"Perhaps you should take off your own clothes, and let me see what I'll be working with? After all, I can't make an offer without seeing everything."

"That is quite fair, but I warn you, I offer quite a bit."

"Then please, give me a show so I can see what I'll be getting."

Without another word, Emeritus stood up and indulged him. As the dragon stripped down, the elf sat down on the edge of his desk, slowly fondling himself to the sight of such a fine scaly body being revealed. Bulges of muscle stood out in the green dragon's arms and chest, and as he turned around, those shoulders looked even better than he'd initially guessed. So much muscle, such broad strength; it was clear that this was not one of the nobles that put aside a day's work for someone else.

Soon, the dragon's pants came down, and Sethras' cock leaped to full attention. He licked his lips at the sight of that scaly rump, reaching out with one hand and feeling it. Thick, hard muscle kept it from giving even a little bit at his touch, and he chuckled to himself as he gave it a couple of gentle spanks.

"You have much to offer, indeed. Such a strong body, and such a fine rump."

"Of course. It would be hard to get a job of any sort here, if I didn't have something good."

Indeed it would, the elf knew. Hamandor didn't work by written contracts, nor by the handshake of some barbarian tribes. Instead, the deals were sealed by the embrace of one body against another, and the sweat and the juices that came from such things. If one didn't entice an employer, then they would never get a foot in the door, never get a chance to prove their other capabilities.

Most reputable people found the practice repugnant. Sethras found it absolutely heavenly.

"I can offer you several positions, looking like this."

"Really? And how much can you offer, if I looked like this?"

The dragon bent forward, his tail going up and his ass cheeks spreading. The elf groaned at the puckering pink star between the cheeks, and licked his lips once more at the idea of what that hole would feel like around his cock. He half stood before he stopped himself.

"I believe...I can offer a couple more."

"Perhaps you can offer me the position of first mate?"

Sethras chuckled. Enticed he might have been, but stupid he was not.

"Second mate. I already have a first."

"Is he as good as me?"

"As far as I know, even better."

"I'll have to meet him."

"But you'll have to be part of the crew for that."

The elf walked up, placing his hands on the dragon's hips. Hard scales, and warm ones, too, pressed back, and he was reminded of just how hard and strong this noble was. He kept his nervousness hidden as he pulled himself closer, grinding his cock between the firm ass cheeks, feeling them press and squeeze against his cock.

"A position as second mate is a good deal, Emeritus. Do you think you can deal with that, and work your way up the ladder?"

"I do think, with the proper discipline and direction, I could grow in any direction I choose."

"Heh, is that a euphemism, oh sky warrior?"

"Take it as you will."

"And you as well?"

"Only if I have the job."

"You do."

Getting the nod he needed from his new employee, Sethras slammed in. His cock pushed past the dragon's tight rim without a fight - something that shocked him - but he quickly forgot about that as the sheer heat of the dragon's hole almost overwhelmed him. His eyes rolled back in his head as he bucked back and forth like a teenager, unable to control himself at first.

Emeritus pushed back, and soon they found a rhythm between them, the elf thrusting forward and the dragon pushing back. They both groaned and moaned in equal measure, though the prince half-wondered if the dragon was putting it on.

He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the dragon's waist, and he quickly found out that the green noble was as excited as he was. The throbbing nature of the dragon's cock put that theory to rest, and quickly. The elf grinned, pulling the dragon closer and thrusting harder, faster, even as his employee rested against the nearby wall, panting as he was fucked against it.

Despite his position, the prince had to pull all his focus together to keep from finishing too quickly. The heat around his shaft, the sheer silkiness of the dragon's inner walls, was insane. He wanted to have more, to finish and have the dragon a second time, but he knew that this was the only time he'd get this ass for a long time. The traditions demanded that it would only be his again at the renewal of a contract, unless the dragon offered it up a second time. He might get lucky, but he couldn't count on it.

He stroked the dragon's cock hard, tugging on it in time to his thrusts, and he soon felt pre running down his fingers, soaking into them as he fucked his little dragon harder and harder. The heat around his cock grew higher as well, and he panted, sweating in his shirt. The rim squeezed down on him, almost like it was trying to suck his cock into that tight hole and keep it there.

A soft knock on the door caught his attention, and he shook his head.

"Please - ah - please wait your turn...I'm signing...a contract..."

The knocking stopped, though he knew that the people outside would already be passing the word down the line that he was fucking one of the applicants. That was fine with him. After all, the others should have something to look forward to.

Unfortunately, the distraction meant that he lost his focus on holding back. The elf panted, thrusting a few more times before finally hilting himself in the dragon's hole, driving himself up to the hilt and slamming in deep. He moaned out loud, his whole body tensing up as he emptied his balls into Emeritus' hole.

"Ooooh..."

He collapsed for a moment, but only a moment. He pulled out slowly as the dragon continued to blow his load against the wall, and looked down to admire his handiwork. The dragon's hole gaped from the fuck, and he could see a fair bit of his cum starting to flow back out through that gap.

Running his fingers around that rim and enjoying the shivers it sent through his new second mate, the elf took that seed and drew a little circle on the dragon's ass.

"Go on below decks, and look for a bull named Gregor. He'll get you outfitted."

"Properly?"

"And then some. Send in the next guy as you leave."

As tradition demanded, the dragon walked out of the room naked as the day he was born. He had left his old life behind, and now he needed to be given the stuff for his new life. The elf knew Gregor would...handle him appropriately. In fact, he was sure that the dragon would be walking funny from so much handling.

Chuckling, he tucked his cock back into his pants, and looked up as the next applicant came in. Perhaps the day wouldn't be a waste after all.

Or perhaps it would just be a day where he had a diamond in the rough, and then so much more trash to wade through. Sethras' good mood had faded dramatically by the fifth person to come to his quarters after Emeritus, and the elf debated closing the applications and sending everyone home. After all, why should he have to sit here and suffer when he had already gotten the one good crewman that the port had?

Common sense prevailed, however, and he forced himself to remind the last applicant - a hopeless camel by the name of Akaten - to send the next person in. The elf slumped down on his desk, the prince taking a few deep breaths.

On the third, he caught a strong scent of musk, and not simply the scent of someone that had been standing in the sun for too long, either. He looked up.

"...Are you sure that you're in the right place?"

He knew it was a rude question as soon as it slipped past his lips, but it was the only one he could think to ask. A rat was the last individual that he had expected to see step through his doors, particularly after his last tour through the prisons showed them as the biggest criminal bloc.

Still, the rat didn't seem offended. The chubby rodent smiled, bowing at the waist before standing up straight once more.

"I am hardly in the wrong place. After all, you are the owner of an airship, are you not?"

"...Captain. Captain of an airship."

"Ah, then such a thing is even better. I offer much for a captain, and an owner. After all, are not the journeys of an airship tied up in the profits that it brings in?"

"You're one of the Mercari, aren't you?"

"Ah, how did you ever guess?"

"Call it luck."

Mercari...didn't expect that. Considering it was the biggest merchant guild on the continent, perhaps he should have, but at the same time, they normally didn't associate with traveling merchants. If anything, they looked down on them. Sethras narrowed his eyes.

"What do you want?"

"A job, of course."

"..."

He shook his head, pressing his hand against his forehead.

"Pardon me, I'm confused. I thought -"

"That I was a member of the Mercari? I am."

"Then why do you need a job?"

"Ah, the membership of such a guild is a title, a guarantee of knowledge and connections, but not of resources, if you understand my point, great captain."

"Ah, I believe I do."

"I look for jobs that may sustain such a lifestyle as my own, and what career would supply that more readily than the quartermaster of a ship as rich as your own? You may have a good quartermaster, but I may assure you that he is not so skilled as I."

"Doubtlessly not, if you are truly Mercari."

"Test me, then, great captain."

"I do not dare."

And he truly didn't. What few bits of knowledge he had on the Mercari came at great risk, and to know it was to be punished with death by their guild. One had to trust them to know what they knew, and move on. It was part of how they maintained their monopoly on so many things.

"But I can allow you the position of assistant quartermaster, and see how you acquit yourself on the next expedition, if such things are acceptable."

"Such things are fair and fine, and well within the worth you can see."

He blinked, and the rat chuckled.

"Your highness, not all Mercari need to cut to the bone. I am of the sort that believes it is better to leave a little, and harvest again another year."

"I...see."

"Now, shall we seal the deal?"

"I don't suppose you are willing to sign a traditional contract?"

"Of course not. We do it in Hamandor's way."

The prince sighed, but he hadn't really expected the rat to agree to a more traditional contract. This was probably one of the few places in the world that he got that much action. If it wasn't for the fact that this merchant was an anthro rather than an elf, Sethras probably wouldn't have been able to get an erection.

The rat stripped down quickly as the prince walked around his desk, and laid on his back as soon as he was nude. A large, rounded rump was exposed, and despite himself, the prince had to nod in approval. It was as round and soft as Emeritus' backside had been hard and thick. The elf prodded at it, feeling the bits of fat mold to his fingers, and he chuckled as he gave it a few experimental spanks, seeing it jiggle.

"I see that you are not one to exercise."

"I've never had to, great captain, save in this."

He could see that. The rat's hole was nowhere near as tight as the dragon's, and he wondered if this merchant had been in Hamandor this long specifically for the fun he could get. He slid one finger inside, and was astounded to find that the rim didn't even touch his finger. Drawn in by his curiosity, the elf knelt down in front of the spread-legged rodent.

The hole gaped in front of him, and as he took a deep breath, he smelled a hot, potent musk between the fuzzy ass cheeks. He tugged the bald tail down and to the side, and leaned in closer, nudging the weakly twitching rim with his nose.

The smell was potent, powerful, and he had a sudden insight into some of the bargaining practices of the Mercari, remembering the powerful musk that seemed to linger on their persons. Weak minds would find themselves getting very interested in sex rather than in bargains, and it likely lent them a great advantage in bargaining. He could feel the potency of it, and only long experience kept him immune.

Still, he could appreciate the attempt, and he smiled. Gripping those soft, cushiony ass cheeks, he pulled them apart and gave the rat's hole a long, firm lick. He heard the moan above him, and he grinned as he dragged his tongue over it again, and again. Each time he did it, he saw the rat's balls twitch, pulling up and then falling down again in pleasure.

Back and forth, back and forth he dragged his tongue, teasing that rim, pulling on it. It barely needed the loosening, and he doubted that it needed lube. With how open it was, Sethras was half convinced he could have fucked it dry. But seeing it slicken up, being surrounded by the lustful scent, was reason enough for this.

When the rat was twitching, moaning loud enough for a person about to orgasm, the elf finally pulled back. He tugged down his pants, rubbing his cock - still somewhat damp from his previous romp - and lined up with the merchant's ass.

"You are...strong."

He smiled at the rat's compliment.

"Experience, Mercari. Experience."

"I'm happy to serve someone that knows his business. Now, perhaps we can sign our 'contract' properly?"

"Yes, let's."

The prince slammed in, and both of them moaned. It was so different from the dragon's tight and hot hole. Instead of the rim gripping him and squeezing him with every thrust, it was like he was grinding and fucking a sloppy, velvety mouth. It was wet and messy, making lewd slurps around his cock every time that he pulled out, and every time that he bottomed out inside of it. He groaned, almost pulled in by that gaping opening, and determined to fuck it harder, faster, deeper.

The rat's toes curled in his face as they fucked, and he could feel the rodent's cock against his stomach, throbbing and twitching. The elf grinned, knowing that he'd push the fat rat over the edge before he -

POOF!

A sudden cloud of powder exploded in front of his face, and he breathed in before he could stop himself. The prince's eyes went wide, and he moaned as his body was overcome with an incredible feeling of heat. He slammed in once, twice, three times before he went over the edge, filling the rat's rump with cum even as his belly was soaked.

He fell back, still cumming, and hard. The rat was doing the same, and neither of them were able to stop for nearly thirty seconds. By the time his shaft stopped squirting, he felt like he'd been drained to the bone.

"What...what was..."

The rat smiled, groaning as he stepped off of the table.

"Geyser dust. A simple tactic, great captain, to move our 'deal' along. After all, you have many more interviews ahead."

"Yes...I suppose I do."

He groaned as he pulled himself up, drawing the same cum circle on the rat's ass, and giving him the same instructions as he had the dragon. As he walked out, the elf sat back down, and winced slightly at the empty feeling in his balls.

"Next..."

The End