Morn had only been in the desert for half a month and already she had seen enough sand to last a lifetime. The orc woman was used to heat, but the dry heat was more taxing from that of the humidity of her home jungle. Still, as a survivalist and was able to cope well enough until she arrived at Kemet, capital and crown jewel of the kingdom of Djanem. She approached the main city gate, a towering open doorway with walls of equal magnitude on either end, the stone being a baked brown with glazed bricks forming an impenetrable defense. The wall themselves had painted pictographs, showing some of the cities history, but this was beyond the orcs comprehension. Wind swept merlons capped much of the wall that was viable. Morn knew there had been a war recently but she wondered what kind of army could threaten such a fortification. Many walked in and out of the city, often with carts of goods, all under the watchful eyes of the city's protectors. The orc had to give her traveling companion, Cyrus the dagon humanoid, a tug to direct him.
With dry lips and weary legs she made her way to the entrance, with Cyrus trailing not far behind. Morn was dressed in her usual attire of a animal skin loincloth and bindings to cover the bare minum of her breasts. The dragon was likewise dressed very minimally, with only a loincloth and cloak to protect himself from the sun. She was stopped before she could pass the threshold by a duo of guards. Both watchmen were clad in minimal armor, favoring polished metal on their forearms and shins as well as flowing headdresses. Morn was especially intrigued by their choice of weapons which were wicked looking curved blades on the end of long wooden handles. The warrior was immediately curious if they were meant to be swung like an ax or thrusted like a spear.
“State your business.” The first guard spoke, a strange humanoid that reminded the orc of a gnoll. It stood fully upright with a black snout and tan fur on the rest of his body with occasional black stripes.
Morn was tired from her time in the desert and wished to properly rest. She wanted to make a smart comment about visiting this guard's parents but chose to not start trouble. “We are adventurers seeking work in the capital, let us pass.”
The second guard, a bird man with sand colored feathers, responded “Those seeking to help are always welcome. Just know that no trouble will be tolerated.” He spoke with authority, his tone letting it be known that he would be willing to back up his words.
“I'll keep that in mind” Morn said as she met the gaze of the bird. “If you'll let me pass I would-”
In a strong baritone of a voice Cyrus practically yelled “Man, I would fuck the shit outta that sphinx.”
All stopped dead and turned to face the up to now silent dragon. He was an imposing figure, a full head taller than anyone else present even if he stumbled some as he tried to keep his balance. Morn looked beyond the guards to see where he was looking and spotted a painted monument depicting a half cat half man. Seeing the awkward looks of all involved, Cyrus threw up his hands and chuckled awkwardly. “I'd take her on a date first, she looks the classy type.”
“I fear my friend's brain has been fried by the desert heat.” Morn said, as she was deciding if she should be annoyed by this outburst or break out laughing.
The gnoll-looking guard covered his mouth with his free hand and turned away to try to choke down a laugh, the statement probably being the only stimulation he got on this job. The bird remained unfazed. “You'll find amulets of minor cold in the marketplace, they are popular among outsiders. Likewise a trip to the bathhouse may do him good.”
He gestured for them to proceed. “If something disgraceful were to happen to any of our beautiful monuments, I will be holding both of you accountable.” He put extra emphasis on the word ‘both’ to make it clear the delirious dragon was her responsibility.
With a sigh the two made their way to the market district. Morn hefted the coin purse she had at her hip and tried to calculate how much money she was working with, reasoning she should have enough for a minor magic item. The greenskin never believed in saving for the future, rather she would rather enjoy her wealth when it came her way and try to make more through honest battle. She only had a purse of two hundred gold in total. Once the dragon was back in control of his faculties she could charge him for the item, plus some interest.
Despite her charge the orc was amazed by the sights of the Djanem capitol, with its perfectly jointed stone structures and towering statutes that loomed large over the lowly citizens. Morn reasoned that the monuments must be for important people, possibly even gods. Cyrus tried to wander off towards the sphinx statue but a sharp tug on his arm was enough to corral him. The locals took a few glances towards the newcomers, orcs and dragons being a rarity here. The woman was pleasantly surprised to see a good number of citizens were topless, so at least the orc's usual state of near nudity wouldn't draw too much attention.
The marketplace was a practical ocean of people, with every species and race traveling in all directions, with only the occasional cart to part the variable flow of busy customers. Morn found a stall that sold various trinkets, a simple small tent with a pudgy looking olive-skinned man standing in front of a table displaying bits and bobs of jewelry. Morn approached, people making way for the dragon that stood head and shoulders above the common citizens. “Do you have any of those magic amulets of minor cold?”
With a practiced smile the man responded while gesturing towards a small cylindrical crystal no larger than a person's thumb attached to a metal chain. “My last one” he lied as easily as he breathed. “Highly sought after by outsiders unaccustomed to the climate of Djanem. Once worn you'll be able to cope much more easily.” He eyed up the orc, happy to quickly ogle the almost bare naked green body and noting the scars and muscles of a fighter. “It will not protect you from any sort of fire magic but in a pinch it can be broken to put out small fires. Invaluable for any adventurer.”
Morn knew that he was talking up the price with every word. Still, she was curious about its effects. “May I try it out then.”
The man gave a not subtle glance towards a guard standing sentry in the market letting the greenskin know that no funny business will be tolerated. “Of course.”
Morn quickly studied the crystal, the light blue color reminded her of ice. The chain was thin and fine but wouldn't break from standard usage. It also had a clasp but she didn't bother adjusting it, placing it over her head to let it rest comfortably between her breasts. All at once it felt as though a cool ocean breeze washed over her. Her body felt no longer like it was in the direct unforgiving sun but relaxing in a shady oasis. The change in body temperature started at her chest and radiated through her body, so much that she felt her nipples tingle and start to harden, now forming small tents of fabric in her simple top. She fought to display any amazement, knowing if she got too excited the man could charge more. “Not bad. How much for it?”
The merchant raised his brows and gestured with his hands. “Considering this is a magical item, highly sought after, and my last in stock I would say three hundred gold.”
Morn scoffed. She knew that was triple what a minor magic item would usually sell for. Still, she saw haggling as a sort of battle and she would be damned if she would lose without a fight. “Do not take me for a sun baked fool. That's much too high.”
“Oh?” The merchant asked “How much would you pay for such a wonder?”
“I wouldn't go above seventy gold.”
The man gave a hearty laugh “If I sold my wares at that price I would be out of business within a week! You don't know what you are talking about with a price that low.”
Morn removed the necklace, the heat once more assaulting her body “Very well, if this is such a popular item I'll find somewhere else to sell it.”
“Hold on, I can see you are shrewd, I’ll be happy to part with it for two seventy five.”
“One hundred!” Morn countered.
The two went back and forth like this, eventually getting at a hundred seventy five. Still too much for Morn’s liking. She reached a hand out to grab at Cyrus arm, hoping to make a show of leaving to better her position. Her fingers only grasped at empty air and she turned to see that her companion had vanished. Her head spun around to scan for the giant eventually spotting him walking towards the sphinx. “You big scaly dumbass!”
Morn picked out twenty five worth of golf from her pouch and slammed the rest on the man's table, snatching up the necklace. She ran off, heedless of bumping into people as she made her way towards the dragon. Cyrus had made his way towards the rear of the monument, its rump a full two stories tall as it rested on its hind legs. While still furious about potentally getting in hot water on account of her traveling companion she did have to admit the sculpture had no reason to make this stone so calaphrigan. Cyrus had begun to climb its back, his claws and toes finding purchase between brickwork and cracks to make his way to the round backside. Morn reached up, angrily pulling at one his legs to drag him back to the ground. All the while onlookers sneered and cracked jokes at their expense. She scrunched her face as she had to look up and get an eyeful of dragonic taint and ass, his loincloth providing no coverage to his private parts. This did give her an idea to get him off the monument without working too hard. Cyrus, for his part, will still ascend and even running his tongue over the painted stone like a lustful lover. This was stopped by a yipe of surprise as his testicles felt a cold shock. Morn had clasped the chain of the cold necklace around the base of the male's sac tightly.
“This should help cool your lusts.” The orc said as she gave the tight chain a sharp tug, helping stop his ascent dead in its tracks.
“All right, all right.” Whined as he could already feel his scrotum start to tighten, the balls within seeking the warmth of his abdomen. The dragon jumped off to slam his feet onto the hard ground. He reached down to remove the crystal only for his hand to be swatted by a smaller but as strong green hand. “You're keeping that on until we reach the bath house. I'm not going to put up with any more of this, I didn't come all this way to play nursemaid.”
Morm was surprised to see the large dragon look so sheepish, but she made sure to keep the edge in her voice as she commanded the male to follow. The huge reptile, despite being a grower, was humbled at the sight of his usually impressive manhood beginning to retract, under the effect of the cold spreading to his body from his genitals. A few women looked at him and giggled while covering their mouths. “It gets bigger, I swear.”
“Shut it.” The orc commanded. “Now follow me to the bathhouse, Im gonna cool your head off yet. For the first time in his life Cyrus tried to hide his crotch with his hands, now embarrassed by the cold’s effect making him look smaller than usual.
Cyrus’ head breached the water, giving a splash of stray liquid all round him. “Ah, I needed this.” The dragon let out a heavy sigh as the waters of the Djanem bathhouse cooled him and brought him back to his old self. “I owe you, friend.”
Morn had spent the last of her coin in getting a private room for the duo to relax in, not trusting the dragon around other naked people. The room itself had reasonable spaces, the smooth stone floor leading to a large pool in the ground about three four deep and twelve feet across, with stone stacked to provide seating. All gear and belongings had been removed and set not provided baskets. “Yes, you do. I'm not a charity.” Despite herself, the woman enjoyed the cool waters. She had un braided her hair to let it flow freely and it nearly reached down to cover her ass, reminding her she needed a haircut soon. Any body paints the harsh desert winds left behind and been removed by the bath, leaving the woman well and truly naked. She sat with her arms resting on the lip of the pool. In this position her breasts were allowed to float freely. A gentle stream provided fresh and cool water and excess liquid and filth would flow away into a drain.
Cyrus stood up and slammed a fist on his chest in a dragonic gesture the greenskin was not familiar with. “Fear not, I will repay you. I always refund those who do good by me.” Morn was happy to see that the almost drunken haze that had affected her traveling companion was gone and he was back to his boisterous self. The dragon could get annoying with his unyielding positivity, but an upbeat mood was better than the alternative. The male stepped out of the pool and towards the entrance of their room, not caring about his state of undress as water dipped off his bare muscular body. Morn felt a bit impressed with herself as she was able to best this large creature in a fight. Quickly the dragon returned with two bath house attendants in tow, twins Morn had spoken to initially to get this room. They were both human and mirror images of each other, minus the fact one had one a jeweled necklace on. They had skin of dark olive with straight jet black hair, and with matching whispy white tunics to cover themselves. What attracted Morns eye was the very obvious pregnancy bump both displayed.
Cyrus smiled as he returned to the waters “While we are here we should get a professional cleaning.”
“Are they good to work in their state?” Morn asked while the two new women split up, one producing a waxy substance from a washing bucket she carried and started to lather it into bubbles on the shoulders of the dragon with the other running her fingers through the rough hair of the orc to straighten it out before cleaning. She spoke behind Morn’s ear “Of course, we are not due for some time.”
Morn shrugged, allowing the woman to take care of her neglected hair. “I'm sure you must be happy these two are here. When we traveled you spoke a lot about your offspring and your desire to make more. I figured you had a taste in this sort of thing.”
Cyrus relaxed his shoulders as he sat with his back to the lip of the pool, the area above where his naval would be in the air. He let out a sigh as the woman's soft fingers ran across his tough scales with soap. “I cannot deny this. You spoke much about striking the genitals of your foes often, I can accuse you of having a taste in that sort of thing.”
The greenskin moved with a start as her words were thrown back at her. “That's a means to an end. An effective way to win a fight.”
Cyrus raised a hand as the woman behind him started to rub at his horns. She was unsure if this area should be cleaned as well but the pleased reaction of the male gave her confidence. “Easy, I meant no disrespect. I simply wish to understand you better. Besides, I believe everyone should be free to enjoy themselves as much as possible, within reason.”
“And your idea of enjoyment is to spread your seed as much as possible?” She asked as her attendance landed the orcs head backwards to rinse out the soap that had been worked into it.
“Within reason.” The male stated. “I always provide for them and I'm not totally careless with whom I provide my eggs to.” Cyrus impregnation resulting in the woman laying an egg, much like that of a dragon regardless of the host species. Even while he said this he could feel the extended belly button of the human woman poke at his back. He shuddered and a cool breeze showed that the tip of his penis was breaching the water line, looking like a water serpent. “If you were to have a male present himself to you to please you best he can, what would you do with him, say that his body and such are all to your liking. Would you want to dominate him by abusing where he is most vulnerable before having sex with him?” Reaching under the water the dragon grabbed the ankle of the orc to place it on his crotch, emphasizing his point.
Morn’s face turned a shade of reddish green and her eyes looked away and retracted her foot. Cyrus continued “Him being totally at your mercy, submitting his most private sensitive parts to your desires.” As the thought crossed her mind it was appealing, but she didn't want to sound like a degenerate or to reveal personal information to this dragon. The silence was answered enough to Cyrus, who stored this information aside for later. This may be a good method to get the greenskin in the mood. While possibly painful a treasure like this was worth suffering for, but he knew now would not be the time to attain it. He reached over and fished within the basket of his belongings and found a pair of platinum coins, putting them on the floor beside his attendant. “My companion and I have been traveling for some time, do you think you can really help us unwind?” The duo looked at each other with a smirk and nodded.
“I suppose you couldn't get with the sphinx so you are still eager to go then?” Morn asked as she was directed to sit her toned green rump on the edge of the pool as both attendants entered the water. Morn was face to face with the pregnant woman as the water caused her white tunic to turn transparent and cling tightly to her body. Her hands were still soapy and the soft fingers glided across the warrior woman's chest and teased at her breasts. Morn relaxed and let the human do her work, she was no stranger to temporary companionship while traveling. Besides, that blasted dragon's words did get her excited.
Cyrus was happy to see the human giving him similar treatment, rubbing her feminine hands on his chest and gently squeezing at his muscles. “The yellow scales are much softer than your black ones, dragon.”
“I can assure you they all are, but please see for yourself.” He leaned back, resting his arms on the edge of the pool and pushing his hips up some, his draconic penis now bobbing proudly at full mast. The woman slowly and teasingly worked her way down his body, rubbing on his belly before her digits went below the water to brush his thighs. She felt at his scrotum, giving a soft cooing as she touched his manhood. “You must have traveled a long time, you seem very full.”
Cyrus smirked as she started to work at his shaft, her hand barely able to wrapped around it fully as she started to pump. The dragon looked over to his green skinned friend and was happy to see she was enjoying herself as well. Her attendant had slid her fingers inside the orcs vagina and was easing out pleasure all the while her mouth was kissing at her nipple.
“You are experienced at this it seems.” Cyrus stated idoly , losing himself to the building pleasure.
“Many travel here and many seek comfort.” The woman responded, not taking offense. He leaned back and let his mind drift as took everything in, the knowledge that the one surface him had new life growing inside him excited him even more. Some time passed and the dragon was snapped back to reality at a sharp yell of excitement. He looked over to Morn, who had her attendants head between her thighs as she gave a scream of bliss as she climaxed. The human stood more upright, wiping away feminine juices from her mouth as the orc leaned back and panted heavily.
“Sister, I believe this may be more than I can handle. May you assist me?”
Cyrus' smile grew into a toothy grin at hearing this. He had to admit to himself that both twins helping him at once excited him beyond words. Still, the orcs climax and the scent of her orgasm was pushing him close to the edge. He would not last much longer. He sat at the edge of the pool, his hard shaft right between the two human women. “Perhaps the two of you could use your bellies to help finish me?”
“Dragon, you're so naughty.” The one to his left commented with a tone of teasing astonishment.
“Your orc friend was right about you.” The twin with the necklace said in a playfully scolding tone.
Cryus was about to try to respond but he could only let out a shudder of delight as the two women, despite their feigned indignation, grew closer together and softly pressed their stomachs to either side of the dragon's manhood. Even though both only used a minimum of pressure it was enough for the dragon, whose mind was a wash in bliss. With a sigh as he was nearing the top he was able to say “If you ever desire for younger siblings for them I'll be more than happy to provide.”
The twins giggled to each other, their eyes meeting and honestly considering the proposal. At this Cyrus was unable to hold back any further and with a roar his dick twitched and balls clenched up as he climaxed and shot ropes of hot cum into the cool waters. The pearly white of his seamen floated on the top and with a sense of satisfaction started to flow back towards him and brush against the bodies of both women before flowing down the drain.
Morn sighed “Whenever you bathe you have to do so twice.”
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“This style is a bit more ornate than what I am used to.” Morn stated with some bemusement as she walked out of the armours shop. She looked over herself, a shining yellow tinted metal gauntlet adorning her forearms and hands. While it had the gleam of gold it was hard as steel and surprisingly light. Similar bands of metal were clasped around her shins and the top of her sandaled feet, each piece inlaid with blue motifs. “At least I feel like I can knock some teeth loose with these. Not so sure about the protection offered by the rest of this outfit.” She awkwardly looked down to see part of the neckpiece she had on, a wide jeweled pectoral that covered a section of her top with a white thin fabric draped over her breasts and a similar golden and white draped loincloth.
“One should embrace the local culture when traveling.” Cryus emerged from the shop with much the same gold tinted metal adorning his body, shiny yellow covering his arms and legs. A ornate shoulder strap and held in place a pauldron for his right shoulder, leaving his left bare. His dragonic feet required no sandals as the scales would protect him from any desert heat or road hazards. His loincloth consisted of a thin flowing piece of silk just wide enough to cover his impressive manhood. Morn noted that it was slightly transparent and any hard study would allow a viewer see what lay beneath, much to the probable delight of the male. The dragon had spared no expense equipping his companion and himself, no doubt some kings most likely went into battle with less ostentatious attire. “While it is fancy it's also very practical.” The dragon started with a smirk as he hefted his new weapon over his shoulder. A design unique to the Djanem, the axe mace. Much as its name implies it had a long handle with a metal weighted ball on the end, with the added feature of a single curved blade on one side. This allowed for heavy blunt force attacks as well as a back swing of devastating cutting damage. While most warriors would need both hands to use it effectively, the black dragon seemed comfortable using one arm to heft the impressive mass. Morn opted for what she was familiar with, a spear. Light enough for quick decisive thrusts and balanced to make for an effective thrown weapon.
“What's practical about the rest of our makeover?” The greenskin asked in reference to the black eyeliner and short bob cut and hair strengthening she received. Cyrus smiled, his own eyeliner of gold matching well with his armor and yellow scales. “Pure indulgence, but I wished to express my gratitude.”
“I'd say we are even then.” No Sooner had Morn responded was she interrupted by a rather effeminate looking human male. The intruder stood a full two heads shorter than the greenskin but still carried himself with an imperial dignity. “Your presence is being demanded by her majesty. You are to proceed to the palace immediately.”
Morn sighed. “I stopped him from fucking the statue, why are we in trouble?”
The stoic stance of the messenger faded. Cyrus, without letting the man compose himself, added “She did, indeed, stop me from fornicating with that statue.”
The man was flabbergasted, not ready for this. “This isn't an arrest. I don't know what business the queen has with you both, please make your way to the palace.” He turned, running a hand through his straight black hair. Cyrus failed to resist the urge to watch him walk away, licking his lips at the reasonably sized rump as it moved away. “Well, best not keep royalty waiting.”
The duo traversed the city, easily able to spot the palace as it was the most elaborate and grand structure the city had to offer. A massive sandstone building with symbols and script decorating all exposed surfaces. A row of pillars tipped with a golden metal that supported nothing else than the heavenly vault created a pathway for those entering into the courtroom. “Think this royal is compensating for something?” The orc asked with a smirk and gentle blow to her companion.
The dragon was too busy taking in the sights to pay any heed to crass jokes. The drake had dreams of his own of creating a kingdom some day and was looking around for inspiration for his own castle, eyeing up all decoration and architecture with the mind to copy aspects he liked. While the two had to give up their shiny new weapons they were allowed to keep their armor on at the entrance. “So, where’s this queen?” Morn asked the guard, disconcerting them.
“Her majesty Queen Seb-Tet is seeing to other matters. You will wait and be summoned at her convenience.”
“We had to drop what we were doing and wait for her royal ass?” The orc asked with clear irritation. The guard shot back a look of pure venom, infuriated that his queen was being disrespected. Morn did not flinch, but Cyrus pulled her away quickly before things could escalate more. The two walked among the nobles and dignitaries of the city awaiting their audience, forming a diverse sample of citizens from all walks of the empire. The dragon lowered himself to be eye to eye with the greenskin, his voice much like that of a parent to a rude child. “Royalty can be rather sensitive, and royal guards doubly so. From my understanding it's believed that the royal family is directly descended from gods themselves. Thousand years ago they arrived on chariots of silver and light to inseminate local women, and the offspring of that union have continued the royal bloodline all the way to the present day.” The dragon leaned in closer, his voice taking on a more conspiratorial tone. “And if I can get a good look at the royal ass I'd be happy. She's supposed to have unmatched beauty and private parts of gold.”
Morn cocked an eyebrow. “Royal cunt cant be too different from commoner’s cunt.”
With a lecherous grin the dragon continued. “Nah, I've heard it is actually colored and shines like gold. What I wouldn't give to test it out and give her an heir to the kingdom.” Morn could already see the dragon's new silk loincloth was begging to raise. The woman had already seen too much of him naked today and excused herself to begin to look around for some food, they probably had snacks for those waiting here.
Cyrus, aware that his passions were being stirred up, looked around for anyone good looking. He had never been with anyone royal but he knew for a fact that nobles could be some of the freakiest people one could find. That and despite how snobbish they act they had the same desires as anyone else. He did spot a young noblewoman, a cat girl with long black tipped ears, eyeing him up. She was dressed in attire of the desert kingdom, albeit with significantly more jewelry. When the two made eye contact she quickly looked away, only to look back slowly, curiosity overtaking any social courtesy she would normally be defined by. Cyrus showed his teeth in a wide and lewd grin. Raising one hand to his chest he felt up his pectoral muscles. The cat girl had her eyes glued to his hand as it slowly, tantalizing, made its way down his body. The smooth golden scales of his underbelly allowed the rough digits to glide effortlessly until it reached his crotch, finger tips teasing at his member even as it began to swell more. He heard salacious whispers from the rest of the nobles but this did not bother the man. The cat noble let out a short gasp and bit her lip and Cyrus took a deep breath and could smell that she was getting excited. Once more her eyes went up to lock with that of the dragon, who with a quick tilt of his head beckoned her to the corner of the courtroom where they may have a small bit of privacy, even as the crowd made lewd jokes and mocking remarks.
Morn, ever the hunter, managed to find food. The hors-d’oeuvres tray was heartily laced with snacks and delights worthy of royalty. As the greenskin stuffed her mouth with a fruit that to her uncultured eye was a mix of apple and pear, the juices staining the front of her new clean dress. Whatever it was, it was delicious. Over her chomping the woman heard the sound of particularly obnoxious laughter.
“Oh the savage stuffs her face, how predictable.” The sneer came from a plump looking human woman, who's over done makeup screamed to the world her desire for attention.
The orc did not show any emotion at the remark, speaking with juices flowing down her tusked mouth with clear droplets gently sprinkling her breasts. “Sharp observation, I am a savage.”
The made up woman wasn't expecting her remark to have no effect on the newcomer, hoping to make some verbal sport of easy prey. “Well, the war must really be having a negative effect if they let a dumb orc into the palace.” She turned, happy to hear her jibe had brought her fellow nobles to a chuckle. That quickly died out when she turned back and saw the angry face of the green woman staring her down, a fruit held in her hand.
“You know” Morn said, her voice cold as ice “You city dwellers seem to confuse savage with dumb. Savage means you choose not to grow soft sitting behind a wall, you want to prove your strength and get stronger every day. If you're a dumb savage you're a dead savage. You gotta know how to make a fire in the rain. Know how to find food in an unforgiving jungle.” With an evil gleam she continued “Where to hit prey to take them down in a single blow.”
The pudgy noble looked to her compatriots quickly, only to find they had turned to pretend she didn't exist to not incur the wrath of the greenskin. “You can't speak to me like this, I'll call the guard and-”
“Another problem with you city dwellers, always relying on laws and guards. Tell me, do you think those glorified lookouts can get to me faster than I can get to you?” She raised the mango to get to eye level with her mark and crushed it in her hand effortlessly. “Now, by all means, keep talking. Say something funny about how dumb orcs are and you'll end up like a dumb savage.”
The pudgy woman sunk back into herself as much she could, sweat now causing her over done makeup to drip down her face. Morn showed now sympathy, keeping eye contact and daring her or someone else to make the first move. The sound of a guard making an announcement saved the noble from a thrashing. “Morn and Cyrus, your presence is requested. The woman breathed a sigh of relief as the orc turned to face the speaker and started to walk away. The greenskin stopped dead in her tracks and roughly whipped off the fruit juices from her hand on the blouse of the noble.
Cyrus let out a sigh of disappointment, his fully erect member in his hand. The male was currently giving a show to the enthralled catwoman and was about to encourage her to get hands on herself. A small pearl of pre cum tipped his massive dick head. He wouldn't have time to finish, yet he didn't want to leave the curious feline empty handed. He walked to make his way towards the queen's chamber, stopping to rub the tip of his penis on the woman's blouse, leaving a clear wet spot on the silky fabric. The cat purred at this, disappointed at the loss of her male companion yet fully intrigued by his savage display. Cyrus tucked his erect penis behind his belt in an effort to not get in trouble from the guards for public indecency.
The duo passed through and into the main throne room of the Djanem palace. The ceiling was high enough to easily let a giant stand fully erect, supported with pillars carved to look like previous royals in the dynasty, harkening all the way back to their gods. Cyrus gave a quick spin around, talking in the opulence and craftsmanship with his mind making note of what he would like his future throne room to look like. Morn looked around, noting a few guards standing sentry and ready to spring at a moment's notice. The duo approach the throne, a large marble carved seat with several cushions to make interminable royal audiences more comfortable. It was elevated above the rest of the room with several steps bringing the queen above the commoners and allowing her to look down her nose. She was flanked on either side by a duo of crocodile humanoids, dressed in the garb typical of guards. The queen herself, Seb-tet, was lounging, leaning back with her legs open and head listlessly held up by a closed hand. Clearly she had been there for a while, dealing with royal affairs. The dragon was happy to note that only thin pure white fabric kept the royal breasts and vagina out of his sight. She was very voluptuous, the pure black of her jackal fur seeming to absorb even the sunlight that shone through the open air of the throne room. Her gaze was piercing, giving a hard edge of wisdom and regal authority. Her crown was a golden head dress with shining fabric giving patterns of blue and whites. “I've heard much of your exploits, oh Cyrus and Morn.”
The woman shifted to sit up straight, causing the fabric that made up her ornate top to strain to keep her heaving breasts in place. Even with all this Cyrus noted a distinct lack of arousal he felt, despite having denied himself orgasm a moment ago. Nerves perhaps? Morn took one step on the stairs to get closer to the queen to greet her, only for the larger of the crocodile guards to raise a hand with palm outstretched, in a gutteral deep voice he spoke. “Halt, where you are is close enough.” Morn did not appreciate being told what to do but complied. The guard was almost as tall as Cyrus. That is to say he cut a very imposing figure. His body was armored with thick dark green scales that were criss crossed with old scars and battle wounds. Although he remained mostly still it was obvious to see that although his muscles began to sag with advanced age, he still retained a lethal amount of strength. The royal guard carried a halberd in his off hand, a razor sharp curved blade gleaming in the oblique sunlight. The queen raised a hand “Easy, these are our guests. It's clear they wish to be more personable.” She said with a sly edge in her voice. The crocodile brought a fist across his chest, in sign of obedience. The queen stood and strolled down to a table with cushioned seats on either side. Both guards remained dutifully by the queen's side, keeping sharp eyes out for danger. The second guard had pale white scales and bright pink eyes. He stood slightly shorter than the queen but a pair of wicked looking curved swords at his hip let it be known that he was ready for a fight. Morn considered the two guards, reasoning that if they protected the queen they must be the best of the best this kingdom has to offer. Cryus, however, was enjoying the sight of the three Djanem natives walking in front of him, the older croc and younger having pleasing toned rumps that gave a nice bounce when they walked. The queen, likewise, had an almost perfectly round ass and a sensual sway in her gait. She turned her head, giving a quick wink to Cyrus as she gave an extra movement to her hips and wag of her tail.
The group took place around the table, Morn and Cyrus sitting opposite of the queen with the guards standing and ready. The woman snapped her fingers and summoned a servant “You must forgive Ra-khem-smen-toti, he has been jumpy ever since last month.” Morn noticed that the croc adjusted the grip on his spear, a small tell of discomfort. A human server, probably related to the messenger, came with a tray of cups and wine. He placed and filled the queen's cup first before attending to the guests. When he got to pouring out for Cyrus the dragon reached a hand to gently grope the males behind, pleased to find a fine mix of soft and firm. The human blushed and smiled, happy at the attention. The queen swirled her drink before taking a sip. “I wish to make sure you are all caught up. About three months ago I was able to broker a peace agreement with the empire in the North, Cosa after a long and costly war. Only a month ago our palace was invaded, when a group of masked men stormed and kidnapped my royal advisor and our princess.”
Morn had chugged her wine in a quick series of gulps, heedless of decorum. “You mean your daughter?”
“Yes.” Seb-tet said impassively. “My daughter, Neith. They used strange magic and escaped to the west. We sent out search parties but few have returned. We have taken to hiring adventurers, but with no success.” She lowered her cup, a tone of bitterness in her voice. “We cannot show any weakness, lest any other kingdom get ideas of invasion. It is a difficult choice but you will be our last search party. We cannot afford any more failures that would tarnish our reputation or drain our funds.”
“Why us?” Asked Cyrus, as his paternal instincts stirred desires to save a princess.
The queen brightened up. “You are known far and wide for your many adventures, particularly the quest involving the Thunder Soul.” She gestured toward the greenskin, who was drinking wine straight from the serving glass. “And your partner recently made a name for herself dealing with the Golden Lord. When I heard two heroes had entered my city, I summoned you. If you are successful in rescuing the advisor and my daughter then you will be handsomely rewarded with riches beyond imagination and you’ll become champions of Djanem.”
“I can imagine quite a bit.” Morn muttered to herself while mauling over the idea in her head. She never did like royalty, the idea that whose vagina you were born from entitled you to a kingdom went against everything she was. However this would be a good way to earn fortune and fame. Cyrus had no such scruples, the servant now ignored as he was caught up in the call for adventure. “We would be honored to take on this quest. I will do all I can to bring the princess home safely.” Morn was annoyed that she was being spoken for but went along, she could say no to such a quest.
Khem the crocodile turned and lowered himself to one knee to address the queen. “Your majesty, may I request to go on this quest as well?”
Seb-tet arched an eyebrow. “What is this, you should remain at my side.”
Keeping his head low he continued. “The kidnapping of your daughter, Neith, occurred when I was on guard. Despite my best efforts she was still taken. Please, allow me to atone for this failure. My son, Khons-neb-ankh, has just started his post as a royal guardian but he is a more loyal and fierce warrior than any I have ever seen. Your life will be well protected, I am sure of it.”
The albion crocodile turned, finally showing emotion on his usually stalwart face. “Father.”
The queen cocked a smile. “How can I refuse such a heartfelt plea? Very well, you have my blessing. Prepare as you see fit. I'm sure you will wish to say goodbye to your son and ready him for the task at hand.”
Khem stood to his full height, joy obvious in his voice. “By your command. I shall summon replacement guards at once to stay at your side.”
The jackal woman waved a hand “That won't be necessary, those already in this chamber will suffice. You may all leave the throne room and gather what you need. I wish to discuss matters more with the foreign dragon hero.” Her tone grew more lusty, even as guards who once were hidden stepped out and took position around the seating to keep an eye on Cyrus.
Morn chuckled and slapped Cyrus on the back. “Don't disappoint the queen, big guy.” With guards and greenskin gone the dragon and queen were all alone. “The kidnapping and war have been such a toll on me, I need a way to help me unwind and relax.” She walked over to the reptile, placing her soft breasts against the rough scales, hand rubbing on his thighs. “I've always been fond of exotic men, show me what the fierce dragon might can do.” Cyrus felt the natural reaction of his loins swelling but strangely felt none of the passions that accompanied it. This was purely a physical reaction. Even while the two began to kiss the dragon could not figure it out. A queen was jumping him, talking dirty, and she was by all accounts very physically attractive. Even when she pulled aside her top to reveal she did in fact have golden shining nipples he couldn't find the spark within himself. The guards looked on impassively, no doubt the queen had many such exploits and this was just another day for the, seeing the queen get railed. Still, Seb-tet was having a good time, getting the male's erection to its full mast with expert hand movements. Cyrus felt like he was going through the motions seven when he pushed her over the table, letting wine fall to the ground in a clatter of metal cups. She cried out in pleasure as his yellowed dragonic dick cleaved her golden colored pussy. While it had the color of metal it had the soft warm feel of flesh. Even as the reptile saw that the woman's anus had the same golden hue he felt nothing. He thrust himself in the motions of love making but felt his climax was nowhere near, as though his body was rebelling against him. He closed his eyes and thought back to the bathhouse, imagining again that his penis was between the women's bellies. Using that mental image he was able to find his spark, quickening his pace to help finish things. When he was nearing climax he pulled out, letting his cum shoot onto the pitch black of the woman as she shuddered in delight.
Morn walked back into the waiting room and she was accosted by the plump noble, this time a guard between her and the greenskin. The woman was making accusations of threats of violence, which to be fair were true, but the orc wished she had the nerve to confront her directly. The falcon guard was ready to arrest the outlander when Khem walked in to intervene. “This woman is on assignment from the queen herself. Any complaint the noble has is dismissed as it would impede our progress.”
The woman began to speak up more but the falcon guard left as his superior had given his order, and with him the woman's fight left as well. Cyrus entered the room with a slouch looking as though he found out magic wasn’t real.
“So how'd that royal puss feel?” Morn asked, getting some looks from the rest of the room. While it was no secret that the royal family enjoyed the company of many suitors it was expected to be more tactile about it. Cyrus sighed, and thought to himself that it would have felt better if he had just used his own hand to get off. “I don't want to talk about it.”
Khem walked to greet the dragon, heedless of the casual sex talk. “I've given orders to the servants to prepare supplies. The kidnappers were last seen heading west so we must set off there in search of any leads.”
“Father, wait!” A softer yet still tough voice cried out. The albino crocodile guard ran to the older reptile. The two faced each other and placed fists on their chests in salute. “Must you risk your life in this? So many have failed before you?”
The father crocodile sighed, placing a hand on his son's shoulder. “This is my duty. Our lives are to serve and protect the royal line.” His voice trailed off, thinking back. “It feels like yesterday I held your egg in my hand, seeing your white scales break through the shell. Now you stand before me the strongest fighter to graduate from the academy. I do not even need to ask you to fulfill your duty to protect the queen, for I know in my heart you will do so.”
Neb placed his hand on his fathers. “I will make you proud.”
“You always do.” Without warning he lowered his hand off his son's shoulder and onto his rump, giving it a good squeeze. “Good to see you are not skipping out on strength training.” With a toothy grin and chuckle.
“Father!” The younger male yiped, his white scales growing red. Cyrus already began to feel a twinge in his loins at this sight. He must inquire more from this guard when they travel. He also felt a sense of excitement when he saw the cat woman he was giving a show to before sniffing at her blouse where he had wiped himself off. He was tempted to seek her out to give himself a proper release but was pulled away, Khem wanted to waste no time in their departure. Morn and Cyrus retrieve their weapons and headed out into the streets, only to be greeted by a cheering crowd. The queen had sent word of the hero's departure and wanted the whole city to know their last best hope was being sent to bring back the princess. And lo, they departed the city with heavy hearts and heavy balls.
