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The Wandering Inn Horny Erin Oneshots	By : Karasboon Category: S through Z > The Wandering Inn Views: 1296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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M/M Public
Yesterday had been a mixed bag. The sex had been awesome. The skeleton, Pisces had brought in? Not so much. Relc and him had almost gotten to violence again but the mage managed to explain himself. The skeleton was payment. To Erin for ‘goods and services provided’. The innkeeper hadn’t been all too keen on having an undead roam her inn from now on, but she couldn’t deny that it would be handy having some dumb labor around. When all was said and done, Olesm had returned to the living world and Relc, Klbkch and him had left. The mood had been kind off ruined.
Today was a normal workday for Relc. It could be at least. Relc was planning something and was nervous. After entering the watchhouse, he made his way towards the communal changing room. Not the empty one, but the one most people used. It would have been kind of suspicious if Klbkch and Relc were never seen ‘with the herd’, after all.
On his way there, he walked past Zevara and Olesm. They had already finished their weekly meeting concerning the cities defenses and possible threats, apparently and were currently ‘socially relaxing’ in the entrance hall. That’s at least what Zevara was attempting, currently lounged in a chair, and nursing a non-alcoholic beverage of choice, dressed up in her best uniform and trying to get a conversation going. Olesm was standing next to her and looking a bit uncomfortable. The watch captain had offered him a chair twice already, but the tactician had declined due to ‘lower back pain’. Relc chuckled at that and pitied Zevara. If only she knew, what her crush had done yesterday…
The memory of that reminded Relc of his own plans for today and he got nervous again. When he reached the main changing room, Klbkch was already there and all dressed up, waiting for his partner. Relc greeted him.
“Hi, Klbkch, how’s it going?” A very standard normal greeting that was not at all out of the ordinary for Relc.
“Good, dear partner. Despite the bad surprise towards the end, I am still enjoying the memory of yesterday.” Relc worried about being overheard in the busy changing room, but even if anyone happened to listen in and then happened to assign a sexual meaning to what the Prognugator had said, they would sooner assume Erin to be responsible for that. People often forgot turnscales even existed. That was how strong the taboo around them was and that could also be a blessing in disguise.
“Great, great… and the weather today, huh? It’s finally getting colder.” This was not part of the standard and ordinary for Relc but rather peculiar. Normally after some general pleasantries, they would make their way to Zevara to get their duties assigned. Klbkch noticed this.
“The weather is indeed… weather. Is there something on your mind, dear partner?” Relc startled.
“No. Not at all. Shall we get a move on?” The drake got back on track. Asking about the weather had been a stalling tactic. He was more nervous than he had thought but was now determined to get back on track.
When they reached Zevara, she was still with Olesm. The tactician greeted the guardsmen like a casual acquaintance and the pair returned it. Relc considered winking for a moment to fluster the tactician but decided against it. Zevara was usually very perceptive. The watch captain assigned them a route in the northwest district of the city. It was relatively close to the market and dominated by warehouses. Sometimes in use, sometimes not. Parts of it were therefore practically deserted in stark contrast to the almost always busy market. The district was also only lightly patrolled by the watch. Zevara merely send someone in on a weekly basis to have a look at the empty houses and confirm that they were indeed empty. This job was mostly boring but could get very dangerous very fast, which is why Zevara usually gave that job to her most combat capable men: Relc and Klbkch. Relc knew all this and had been banking on it for today. This filled him with both relief and a new wave of giddiness.
The pair went on their merry way with no notable hiccups and reached their patrol route in no time. They were experienced professionals after all. Relc knew that the first supposedly empty building they would be looking at was only minutes away now and it was harder and harder for him to stay calm.
When they reached the warehouse and inspected it, they found nothing unexpected. As soon as this became obvious, Relc made his move. He looked at his partner and nodded towards an empty side room in a way Klbkch had ample experience interpreting by now. They went inside. The Antinium started undressing, ready to get onto his knees like normal and Relc too quickly lost his trousers. When Klbkch expected the drake to already stand in front of him, dick hard, he was surprised, however. Relc was standing braced against a wall, face to it. His legs were wide, and his tail was exposing his asshole, which was already shiny with lube. There was only one possible explanation for this.
“Are you sure, you are ready for this, dear partner?” Klbkch asked.
“I practiced some more yesterday evening and I’m not… like… Olesm-level at it yet but… I think I am ready, yes. I want this. Just… go slow, okay?” Relc answered hiding his face by staring at the wall but invitingly perking his butt at the same time. He had thought about this and about his continued troubles to accept his own urges. The voices in the back of his mind, belonging to his parents and former army comrades, had switched tactics to finding excuses. Was he really a turnscale if he just fucked a weaker male? Wasn’t taking it the ACTUAL turnscale-behavior? And when he had jerked off Klbkch or jerked off ON Klbkch? Only a buddy helping a buddy. When he had taken a facefull of the Antinium’s cum? A spur of the moment decision when he was horny. That didn’t count! According to his subconscious now, he was just a normal well-adjusted drake, who loved to fuck females, but who also was AT BEST experimenting a little.
Relc KNEW that was nonsense. He KNEW he was a turnscale. He had lost a lot of sleep due to that realization and wasn’t going to go back into denial. However, the voices continued and Relc wanted to attempt anew to silence them. He wasn’t actually that horny now. This here definitely WASN’T a ‘spur of the moment’ decision. Relc had planned and premeditated this. And he would take his partner’s cock up his ass, and he would love it and moan like a bitch. That’s where the drake’s determination came from.
Klbkch didn’t need much more than the sight of his partner patiently awaiting his dick to get good and hard. He stepped forward and lined himself up.
“In that case. I will gladly assist in, how do they say, ‘pop your cherry’.” Klbkch started going in. The first groan, Relc led out, wasn’t one of pleasure but of pain. He wasn’t relaxing himself properly. He should have trained more.
“Are you okay, dear comrade?” Klbkch asked, concerned. Due to chitin being quite non-flexible, Antinium couldn’t take a dick up the ass and Klbkch wanted to make sure, he wasn’t hurting his partner while that partner was doing him a favor, Klbkch couldn’t ever return.
“Wait a second. Don’t pull out.” Relc said, gritting his teeth. He was focusing. The voices in his head wanted to get him to give up: See? It hurt him! No fun in the least! Not a turnscale! Relc ignored him. He had been in worse pain, and he knew, all he really had to do was relax. So Relc focused. And slowly, the pain subsided.
“Keep going. Slowly.” He spoke. Klbkch obliged. The contrast to yesterday was obvious. Olesm barely had had real trouble with taking Pisce’s monster and Relc was already struggling with Klbkch’s perfectly average size. Relc himself was aware of that and tried to focus on the memory. How hot it had been. That got him horny and made relaxing way easier.
Klbkch finished sliding in and slowly started pulling back out. Relc was still focusing and staying silent. He didn’t want to worry his partner with a new noise of pain, and he felt it getting easier. Pulling out felt better, good even. The sudden feeling of emptiness after the overwhelming fullness. When Klbkch started pushing back in for the second time, Relc caught himself looking forward to it. Relc’s features relaxed. The worst seemed over, and the pain was under control. When Klbkch slowly pulled back a second time, a noise did escape Relc’s jaws, but a different one this time. The tiniest moan could be heard and Relc celebrated it internally like the victory it was.
“You can go a bit faster now, buddy.” Klbkch did just that. Another little moan was heard. And another. The more pleasure it was, the easier it became for Relc to relax himself and the more pleasure it became. He was grinning now and stopped trying to control his noises, celebrating every little moan or grunt that could be heard. That was him! The drake currently enjoying being ass-fucked was Relc Grasstongue, notorious turnscale.
“I’m a little turnscale bitch.” He whispered triumphantly, daring his subconscious to deny it now.
“Yes, you are. My little turnscale slut.” Klbkch whispered back. He assumed, that Relc wanted some dirty talk and Relc… didn’t dislike that. Being called a turnscale by the male currently ravaging his ass felt… right? Like Relc wasn’t just imagining it? Made it more real?
“I love taking your dick, partner. It makes me moan like the cumrag, I know I am.” Relc said, a bit louder now, urging Klbkch to continue.
“Your ass was indeed metaphorically made for this, and my dick was literally made for fucking tight drake butts like yours.” Klbkch shot back. His dirty talk maybe wasn’t the best under the sun, but it was more than sufficient for Relc’s purposes.
“Fuck me harder, partner, make me scream!” Relc yelled now. It was good that they were in an empty, big building in an empty, big part of town, because what followed would have been very much noticed in the watchhouse.
Klbkch started fucking into his partner at full speed now. Another day, another draconian hole to break in. Relc responded with some very raunchy grunts and moans, which did indeed slowly transition into lustful screams. The slapping alone was almost deafening in their little side room and was dominating Relc’s senses. Hear this? That’s my ass! And my partner fucking into it! I’m being used! I’m being used like a dirty bitch slut!
“Yes, partner! Harder! Use me! I want to feel every inch of your dick! Make me your fucktoy! I’m yours! I want you to fill me until I explode!” There was no holding back for Relc now. He was proclaiming his wantonness and degeneracy for the whole world to hear. Proof of his debauchery would be imprinted in his innards forever.
Klbkch liked this, too. He wasn’t used to his bottoms being more talkative than him, but it definitely wasn’t a turn-off. In any case, he was now sure, that his partner was no longer in pain. That meant, he could plunder this little treasure in front of him for all it was worth and then some. He redoubled his efforts which led to Relc professing his smuttiness even harder which again drove Klbkch to put in more effort. It was a feedback loop that would know only one predictable ending.
Klbkch came hard. Even by his standards. He may not be ready to admit it openly, but getting to fuck his year long and trusted partner was a special treat for him. Like always when the Prognugator’s orgasms were particularly intense, he started chittering. This proof of his partner’s enjoyment made Relc cum too, anally and with his dick. He painted the wall in front of him while Klbkch painted his insides.
They stayed like this for the considerable length of Klbkch’s orgasm. Relc wasn’t talking anymore but he was in bliss. The voices were silent for the moment. There was no room for shame or denial. Only the feeling of his belly expanding while his guts were flooded with ant spunk.
Relc didn’t know if he had won for good now. Probably the voices would return some day. Maybe they would never truly leave him. But it didn’t matter. He knew who he was, and he had a partner by his side to help him through everything. This… this was good. I was all he needed.
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