Trinket Shop

“You can always find what you seek. Whether it be an ancient spell, the crown of a kingdom, a lover for the night, or an easy way to fill your pocket. The trials will be tough, but no one would call you a lesser man if you got a trinket in hand.” The message was clear, another advert for Raz’s trinket shop, called Mind and Metal, were distributed on frail paper, falling on the inhabitants of the grand city as the imp himself poured them out generously from his bag.

Unlike most demonic residents in the realm, Raz’s interests lies in his will to see the people he cares for happy, and for the odd prank here and there, but the mischievous part is somewhat subdued by the happy faces of his customers, and the heavy sack he’s currently tied on his hooked tail. The lithe, waist tall demon we’re never one for being subservient to his supposed masters. A stroke of luck on his part, as the warlock that summoned him didn’t want a thrall, rather he just wanted to shove Raz in someone’s face and say he could do it. After that, the imp had managed to build a highly regarded shop in the seedier part of town.

While he thought on his past Raz hit a brick wall and tumbled to the ground. Rubbing his grey, spiky head the imp shopkeep sighed as he realized he had gotten too lost in his thoughts again, but in no time he was back on his way with a joyous hop. This was the last round he had before he would return to his store. As he circled around main street again, he hoped that the two dragons had finished bringing in his new wares. And were willing to test some out.

Diving onto his backstreet, Raz sighed in defeat. No matter how much he cleaned the windows and kept the wood polished some drunk cretin would doodle or piss against it. He wondered if it’s on purpose as he cautiously landed on the uneven road but forgot that thought as he noticed the empty wagon outside. A good sign, and the lights inside his store were yet another one. At least his gallery of the fantastical mundane has new stock.

Opening the door, the Raz’s red eyes lit up, and a mischievous grin showing the contrast of his, well kept, white teeth and his charcoal skin spread across his face. The shop’s inside was spot free, bejeweled rods shined on the wall, the more expensive trinkets lay still in their glass cases, and the cheaper stuff had Raz’s trademarked organized mess look. However, that was not the reason for his good mood. Resting against the counter was a red brute of a dragon. Barely dignifying the term “being decent”, he wore his loose, crotchless, pants and his loincloth to cover himself the least he could. His wrists, ankles, and forward-facing horns adorned with pure iron and gold. Pyre, in Raz’s own words, was a hunk of a dragon. Not to imply he’s only muscles, a man which loves to fight like him can’t win as much on pure power alone, and this Raz has seen the few times he’s gotten him to play cards for a supposed easy win. Hearing the imp’s claws scrape against the wooden floor, Pyre opened his eyes. “Ey boss, took carried the stuff in for ya.” He said with a gruff, happy voice. “Made a little competition out of it. Guess who won.” The dragon said, tensing the muscles in his upper body for show. “If you’re looking for Gunner, he’s in the back taking a breather.”

Following the crimson dragon’s direction, Raz wandered behind the counter into the backroom where he stored his personal stash, or things he just couldn’t sell for the infernal life of him. There, on Raz’s futon, Gunner sat cross legged, smoking from his kiseru among the cobwebs and newly carried crates, being serene as the still ocean. His purple scales hidden behind a veil of smoke, traveling along his red whiskers down to the tip of his gut, the haze hid the magus behind it. “Ah, welcome back Raz.” Gunner said delighted. With a flick of his hand the fog disappeared. Underneath the layer of vapor Gunner wore a cloth vest, a necklace made of green orbs, and leather shorts which tightly hugged his strong legs. “Now what do we owe the pleasure?” The easterner asked standing up and putting his pipe in a satchel he tied to his tail’s base.

The imp prepared to sell Gunner on staying a bit longer, for dinner as payment, and to make them both in turn try out some mystery trinkets he bought. He believed he could easily dupe the carefree dragon, but the light in his eyes and wanting smile said most of it. “You want us to be your guinea pigs again?” Gunner lazily asked as he tied his red mane up with some string. “I would be more than happy to, and I’m sure we can sweet talk Pyre into staying for a couple of them.” Stretching out his clawed hand, and Raz meeting with his smokey grey palm, they signed a verbal contract. “And I’ll promise,” Raz started, his mischievous grin returning, “you two will not end up rising to my realm’s, or any others, sun after this one.”

After shouting at Pyre, promising him a good time and something interesting, he begrudgingly walked behind the counter to once more greet the waist high devil and his compatriot. “Perfect.” Raz said, bringing his hands together in joy. “Now that my lovely assistants are ready, I’ll have to show you the items you’ll try for me.” The imp said in his salesman voice. “As you know, these trinkets are…” The crimson dragon yawned, telling Raz to hurry it up. “Yeah yeah, as you said we know impy. Now let us try some fun ones.” Agreeing with Pyre, at least somewhat, the imp produced two lockets from one of the crates the two had carried in earlier. Quickly handing one to each of the dragons, he motioned to put them on before diving into another box. Doing as they are told, Pyre dragged the chain over his horns and put them on, while Gunner hung it of his wrist.

Inspecting the locket, Gunner noticed that it depicted a snake, crossing over itself, and biting his own tail. But it was cut diagonally across. Letting it go, he felt it pull his hand, and as Raz has asked of him, didn’t resist it’s draw. Too focused on letting himself be guided, Gunner didn’t notice what he’s being dragged to. Within moments the locket joined it’s second half and formed the whole sigil, the snake seemingly coiling around another both biting the other’s tail. Entranced by the odd, but romantic carving, he didn’t notice that he had clutched one of Pyre’s pecs in the process. With a smug smile, the red dragon leaned in and whispered in Gunner’s ear. “Can’t keep your hands off me huh?” He asked, Pyre’s own hands following the easterner’s form and grabbed his strong hips.

Taken back to reality, Gunner smiled back and tugged on Pyre’s piercing, making him groan out in pleasure. “Don’t be too hasty.” He whispered back, “We still have some things to try. And I have a feeling they will be fun.” Punctuating the last word with a long, teasing lick across Pyre’s neck.

Pulling himself out of the box with a cloud of dust, Raz held in his hand some rings in his hand. The rings were too big for his own hands, they were too big for Pyre’s and Gunner’s fingers as well. “These are arcane rings. You place them around the phallus and different effects may occur.” The imp explained. “But before I get you two situated, I have some things that can be tested without you two getting indecent.” Placing the cockrings on the top of another crate, he took out a doll and a codpiece out of a bag. “Not that you’re decent in anyway Pyre. The guards think you’re for sale when they see you outside. So many times, I’ve had to say you’re not a prostitute.” The gray imp complained while shaking his head. Gunner shot the red dragon a tired glance, which he returned with a lecherous smile. “What? It’s just a compliment, they want me so bad they hope they hope I’m for sale.” He said, holding his grin for both to see.

“Of course, it’s that.” Gunner mused, “Not the fact that you’re wearing less than a desperate courtesan at the beach.”  The wording of it made only Pire smile more and look at them both with fire in his eyes. The crimson dragon pulled Raz closer and forced both him and Gunner into each other, trapping the imp between the two dragons. “Now, don’t say such things while we’re working. Else I’ll have to trust that theory next time we’re at the shore.” Pyre told them, implying everything yet nothing, stunning both the imp and easterner he trapped against a wall of boxes. Oxygen turning too thin for the imp, and with a flourish, freed himself and his cellmate from the muscular prison the shared. “Pyre… Take the doll. Gunner you, you try the codpiece.” He said panting, both from the lack of air and the heat he felt gathering in him. Hearing the bell ring outside, Raz floated out of the back room as Gunner pulled off his shorts to put the codpiece in place, last thing he heard was a wolf whistle from Pyre before leaving the two for a moment.

Outside there was a new face perusing the imp’s wares. A slim canine, dirtied with work, yet a handsome face in a princely manner. His clothes on the other hand were worse for wear, his pants barely hanging up due to his tail. Flicking his ear, he heard the imp land on the counter behind him wearing his best smile. “Welcome to Mind and Metal, what can Raz, that would be me, do for a handsome one like you?” The customer stammered as he tried to find his words. Not caring that it was rude the canine let his eyes trace every inch of the imp's voluptuous bottom, his cute tail, and the well-kept horns of his. “I… I want to adventure outside this town, and I’ve heard you sell some mediocre trinkets for their price.” The canine forced out. Clenching his fist, the imp tried to ignore the blow to his ego. This young man probably doesn’t know any better, he hoped. “I know that feeling, I used to adventure myself a few years back. I have a pair of bracelets that will increase your might, wit, dexterity, or arcane knowledge. If you find a beastie or compatriot to aid you.” Raz said, hoping the hound could read between the lines. “If that’s not to your liking, then I have a watch that will make time fly as you work on a particular task.” Scratching behind his laid down ears, the canine tried to imagine what he could do with any of those items. Easy progress in the first one sounded nice, but he didn’t know if he could find someone else. The canine didn't like the idea of working hard to begin with, so the second item wasn't doing it for him either.

In the end, he gave up, and meekly asked if the imp didn’t have anything easier to handle. Feeling sorry for the man, Raz opened one of the cabinets, those with ornate wood coverings and a red velvet pillow the item rested on. “These, “Raz said in a theatrical flourish, “are playing cards.” He opened the deck to show 52 cards of four suits. The canine’s tail dropping down, he looked to the side of Raz’s face to fake keeping eye contact. “I know what a deck of cards is. I’m not that much of a moron.” He said, now staring at the floor. The imp’s smile came back strong, time to make this kid’s day. “I wasn’t done yet cutie. These lets you play for wager anything your mind comes up with. Muscle mass, arcane knowledge, the ability to whistle, and everything that mind of yours comes up with.” The hound’s head rose, he couldn’t believe his ears. “All you need is a slight of hand, and you can get anything you may need for your adventures or lose it horribly.” Eyes wide, the customer barely registered that last part. “Now normally these are quite expensive, but I’ll give them to you for a discount. For making me feel good with those hungry eyes of yours.” The imp finished, his tongue sticking out in a lewd manner. Raz and the hound made an agreement, he would come by to pick it up later once the imp was free, and Raz would have it ready, and more, for the new adventurer’s first trip.

 Once the canine rushed out the store, Raz closed shop for the day. Can’t have any more distractions while he has guests over. Returning to the backroom he found Gunner struggling with the codpiece, along with a Pyre laughing at him. “Ah, great. I haven’t missed the show.” The imp said, placing himself on top a pile of crates. “Lucky you, I can’t see how people wear these. “Gunner complained whilst once more adjusting the piece. “I thought you were used to feeling yourself up.” Pyre joked, his smile widening.

Rolling his eyes, Gunner focused on placing the codpiece correctly over his crotch, instead of listening to the lewd comments made by Pyre beside him. Once he felt it stuck right, he pulled his shorts back up and waited. He expected to feel something, a shock of pleasure, a burning heat spreading in his loins, or snapping cold. But he felt nothing. The easterner turned to his employer to tell him that he got tricked, only to see him crossing his legs and staring into a corner. Confused, he looked at Pyre to see him staring at his groin with hungry eyes. Feeling exposed, Gunner looked down, in order to see if it looked odd on him. The floorboards were blocked by his clothed bulge, which had grown to ten times it’s usual size. It seemed as if his pants were tearing at the seams, slowly the threads popping as the clothes gave up. In a hurry he shot his hand down his shorts, to feel nothing of the unusual. Everything felt as big as he’s used to. The firmness was there, along with the length and girth. After stroking himself one too many times his arm returned with the codpiece in hand, Raz’s gaze returning to Gunner but Pyre remaining as hungry as before.

“What a shame, I wouldn’t mind a piece of that.” Pyre said, licking his sharp fangs. “You looked like you were having fun.” Gunner’s cheeks turning a shade of red, he returned the codpiece to its proper owner. “Illusion spell. I checked and I didn’t grow that large.” The easterner said formally. “That large?” Pyre cut in, “You barely grew twice your size.” Bewildered, Gunner tried to shy away from the topic and whispered to Raz. “How big was I for you?” The imp, feeling flustered, compared him to a towering overlord of lust. “The illusion must change depending on the viewer.” Gunner mumbled, sitting down from the shock of seeing himself so…Gifted. “Yeah, I think this will fetch a high price for the cocksure nobles in the city center. Or for a certain bandit I know, but he would waste it on his favorite lackey.” Raz said, already reflecting on how to prize the trinket and who to sell it to.

Deciding against teasing his friend, Pyre instead took his attention to the featureless rag doll he was given by Raz. Crudely sewn together, it had four limbs and a comically big head. Some parts of it had obviously been broken and quickly patched together with materials the previous owner had lying around. But at the nape of its neck there was a whole they had forgotten, or another blemish on the once perfect doll had ripped open in transport.

Not wanting to be accused of hurting the imp’s margins, the red dragon quickly found a loose scale and plugged the hole with it. The scale fit perfectly, it covered the hole perfectly and no one would be the wiser. Even the area around it started to turn red, it fit so good. Confused, Pyre watched as the scale disappeared deep into the rag doll, turning the dull, dirty brown to a pristine red with black marks along it’s back. It’s head teared and ripped itself apart as a snout, along with a pair of horns and black hair, formed on it. The body changed as well, small patches representing different muscles forming alongside its arms, legs, and belly. The final touch being a tail, much like Pyre’s own, forcing itself out of the doll’s backside.

Once the gory display that could leave a puppet with night terrors was over, the previously featureless doll looked like a dragon. A caricatured version of Pyre, to be exact. The dragons jaw hanged open, mesmerized by the little him he’s holding. “Look at this Gunner.” He said, bringing the easterner back from the shock, “Now those guards can buy me, but it’s no match for the real deal.” Handing Gunner the doll with smirk. To his own eyes, the craftmanship wasn’t bad. Gunner even found a mouth filled with sharp fangs, ending with a slight smile, on the snout of it. “Yeah, it really does look like you.” He mumbled while searching for any details the doll could have missed. A scar across left eye, all the piercings where in the right spots, and it even had a little fluff at the chest and crotch in a pattern not too dissimilar to the one found Gunner’s favorite resting spot.

“I know you didn’t make this.” The purple dragon said in a teasing manner, “You do not have the delicate hand for this, what did you do?” Picking another scale of his arm, Pyre showed it to Gunner before turning around and pointing at the nape of his neck. “Put one of these in there, then it just turned that way.” Gunner shook the tower Raz thought upon to get his attention, scaring the imp white and making him forget the noblewoman that sometimes comes to his shop. He opened his mouth to shout but stopped once he saw the exceptional miniature of the barbarian currently flexing his back. “What’s that? A shapeshifting doll?” Raz mused joyfully, “That would be a perfect family heirloom, it could be passed down from mother to daughter and her daughter after that.

Not being able to resist, Pyre turned around and locked eyes with Raz. “Before ya go too far ahead there, I think Gunner might want that thing. He gets awfully lonely at night, so hugging a thing he lusts for would probably keep him in check.” The red dragon teased Gunner. As the maned easterner planned his retort, he noticed that Pyre’s hair was flattened in a strange manner. Letting go of the dolls head, he saw the hair rise to its normal form. With a teasing smile of his own, Gunner started to stroke the dolls tail. The first stroke made the joking dragon stutter, kneading the tip made him flinch, and once Gunner stroked the base of his tail and his back Pyre shivered in pleasure. He continued, making the brute squirm and groan as his weak spot got gently caressed. Feeling that he’s felt good enough, Gunner blew into the dolls ear. Pyre froze and then covered his ear. “Damn it. Gunner! Have you told Raz anything about… My body?” He yelled in order to stun whoever controlled that magick. Wanting to give him one last surprise, Gunner took his tongue out and licked the doll’s flank all the way up to the connecting seams of its arm. Flustered, furious, and properly fomented, the red dragon took a hold of the imp’s tail and by the collar of Gunner’s vest and glared at them.

A nervous laugh escaped from the easterner. “Ha-ha, sorry.” Gunner said before regaining his posture. “He doesn’t know anything. And you look redder than usual Pyre, something the matter?” He asked mockingly. Thinking this was enough of an answer, the barbarian released them both from his grasp and went over to inspect the rings Raz showed earlier. Puzzled, Raz looked at Gunner in hopes of answers. “A family heirloom wasn’t a bad idea, but this thing makes the person it copies feel the same things. So, it’s probably not fit for a girl in her maiden years.” Hovering over the doll, the imp hummed and brought a hand to his chin. “It could be a tough sell, but I know someone who may be interested.”

Looking over the magick rings Pyre noticed there were more than the imp showed. Rings of bone, cheap and valuable metals, adorned by a fire pattern, dotted with gems, and several beasts depicted on them. There was something for every style, even one for the leatherheads in the dungeons. Two piqued his interests, one ornate ring with several red tear shaped stones in it and one portraying a dragon breathing fire. Grabbing them both, he walked over and crouched down to Gunner’s level. Eye to eye, they could both see deep in the other’s soul. The red dragon’s fired up with revenge and lust. The easterner’s overflowing with an eager worry. Pyre crawled closer to Gunner until their bodies were but a leaf’s width away. “So first you tease me with an appetizing view, and then you tease me with some voodoo magick.” He said holding Gunner’s head still. “I think it’s time I have some fun.” Pyre’s hand gliding down the white chest, over Gunner’s firm gut, finally firmly grabbing his clothed crotch. A slight moan escaped the easterner’s lips, trapped between a rock and a hard dragon, he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, do anything to stop it. His own arms hooking around Pyre’s neck, he whispered in his ear. “Maybe, I could afford blowing off some steam as well.” Gunner said, before kissing Pyre.

Raz sat quiet atop his tower of possible riches and junk, eagerly watching as the pair moved closer before finally settling in on a kiss. “Well, of course they have to get in the mood to properly try out the rings.” The imp convinced himself why the two were about to have sex in his backroom. The passion flowing from the two beneath awakening a fire of his own, as arcane blood started rushing through his body.

They closed their eyes, melting into each other as they opened their maws and let their tongues dance. As the intensity of the kiss grew, so did the heat in their bodies. Pyre groping Gunner’s bulge as he unbuttoned his friend’s shorts, slowly revealing the appetizing rod and buttocks hidden underneath. Gunner sucked on Pyre’s tongue, wanting it inside him, to taste the flavor he loves so much. Their excitement grew, eventually meeting in the middle as they both gave up and gasped for air. They rested their heads against each other and looked down. Gunner’s shorts managed to reach his knees before Pyre gave up, and his erection was slightly covered by his loincloth. Both of their cocks throbbed against each other, pulsing with excitement. Gunner chuckled, moving the stained loincloth to the side. “You always look silly when that happens.” He said, kissing the red dragon’s forehead. “I thought you liked it, ‘ease of access’ if I recall right.” Pyre said, pulling his partners pants down the rest of the way and throwing them aside. The brute humped his hips, frotting their dicks and goading a shiver up Gunner’s spine, before biting into his neck. He took the tearstone ring and placed it around Gunner’s shaft and the dragoncrest around his own. Releasing his grip on Gunner’s neck, he watched as the easterner locked his legs around Pyre’s hips. “Wanna test them out?” He asked rhetorically, grinding his ass against Pyre’s sword. Letting his tongue loll out lewdly from his mouth, Pyre grabbed Gunner’s hips and held it in place. “Oh you’re gonna get it now cute ass.”

Pyre lined up his shaft to meet its mark, smearing pre over Gunner’s cheeks as he teased and lubricated the area. A gasp came from the dragon underneath as he felt the pulsing erection press against his hole. He shut his eyes, reveling in the burning sensation as his backside was split open slowly. Feeling the hot, velvety, welcoming insides surrounding his member, Pyre struggled to keep his composure. Eventually failing, he slammed Gunner’s hips against his own, shaking the tower Raz sat upon and making the easterner lose his breath. “Ah, ah. Fuck… you.” Gunner panted, his voice wavering as a single tear formed in his eye. Leaning down, Pyre licked the tear up and kissed the breathless dragon’s snout. “Beg yer pardon.” He said, nibbling on his partners neck. “Can’t really help it when you feel so good.” Letting Gunner get accustomed, and to catch his breath, Pyre held him tight, feeling both of their hearts beat faster and faster.

Finally, Gunner breathed out calmly and nodded for Pyre to continue. Licking Gunner’s chest, Pyre listened and slowly pulled out of the welcoming entrance. The warm walls hugging his member tightly as to stop him from leaving, but despite their want they couldn’t stop him from pulling out. Only his cockhead remaining inside, Pyre shivered as the cold outside tickled his member. Pushing back in, Gunner relaxed, allowing for more freedom with the second entrance. Now only stopping halfway, Pyre went up from the saliva covered chest to admire the view. Almost hilted, the insides massaging his dick as they tried to coax him further in. The brute gyrated his hips, poking around Gunners backside for a certain button to push. The easterners breathing stopped as the cock lodged inside him brushed against his prostate, sending an aching bolt of pleasure up his spine. Gunner opened his mouth to say something, he forgot what as he saw the lewd grin plastered on the dragon above him. “Ready for a wild ride cutie?” Pyre said, pulling back his dick and aiming it straight for Gunner’s prostate. The purple dragon let go of Pyre’s neck and put his hands behind his head, eager for what’s to come. “As ready as you are, hot stuff.” He said with a lewd smile of his own.

Sparing no time, Pyre began to hammer his hips while pulling Gunner’s towards him meeting in the middle with a loud smack as his balls swung into the easterner’s behind. The first hit made Gunner moan out in ecstasy. His rump was burning with painful pleasures as he was spread open wide. The mane on his back stood straight as waves of electricity flowed up his back. Each influx starting with his prostate first getting hit by the head, and then grinded by the shaft entering deeper. The ring around the base felt weird as it brushed past his cheeks, but it was not unwelcome. A new sensation is a new thrill after all. “Harder. Ah, yeah. There it is.” Gunner groaned as he took one arm away from his head to pinch his right nipple.

The sultry moans, deep groans, slapping of his hips, and the squelching as his dick went in and out of Gunner’s hole was music to Pyre’s ears. The look wasn’t bad either. The dragon beneath him panted and played with his pecs. His dick flailed around with the rhythm of Pyre’s thrusts, covering himself, the floor beneath him, and the red brute with splashes of rich pre-cum, the smell of which egged Pyre on to go faster into the willing asshole which hugged his member in a warm embrace of velvet. Even compared to the heat he could muster up in his fire breath couldn’t match to how comfortable, how right, it felt to have his dick buried within the purple, scaly mounds of his partner.

Pyre slammed his hips hard into Gunner, earning a moan from them both, and stayed there for a moment. Confused, Gunner opened his weary eyes to Pyre leaning down for a kiss, before closing them again. Opening his maw, Gunner let the red brute’s tongue caress his as his arms hugged him. The easterner felt lightheaded, or just lighter in general. As the kissed reached its final moments Gunner felt gravity hit him as he was pulled down, in a panic biting Pyre’s lips. “Ow.” Pyre blurted out, now laying on the floor with Gunner resting his chest against Pyre’s. Worry washed over the easterner, he hoped he didn’t hurt his friend too bad. “Are you okay?” He asked, resting his head underneath Pyre’s chin. “I’ve had worse.” The red dragon retorted, “I’ve had way worse from you, I remember the scratches on my back from that one time.” The memory making Gunner laugh, he relaxed. Feeling a pair of hands trail down his back, Gunner shivered as they outlined his muscles before coming to a halt on each of his round cheeks. Pyre groped them both, feeling the supple yet solid muscle underneath. He pressed them down, pushing the rest of his dick inside Gunner.

Once the brute felt he had sheathed his sword inside the purple mounds he eased his grip and began kneading Gunner’s behind. A slow, deliberate massage of his own, Pyre kept them both as they were, content in the closeness both shared. Humming, Gunner regretfully raised himself off the beige chest and sat on top of the red dragon, his cock pointing straight at Pyre’s snout. The red tearstones stained with layers of pre, the productive easterner jerked his member to further coat them, to entice the dick in him to rut him. “I haven’t felt anything different with this on. Maybe a little tight, but nothing that I wasn’t expecting.” Gunner said, taking his hand off his cock in order to pull on Pyre’s nipple piercing. “How about you?” Pyre groaned as the pleasure surged from his chest. Not saying much besides huffs and groans, he shook his head. “I see,” Gunner began, tightening his hole, “no reason in not going all the way.” With that said he pushed his body up until Pyre’s member slipped out of his hole. It pulsed wildly, spilling seed across the lubed entrance and onto the red dragon’s balls. Without warning, Gunner speared himself on Pyre’s dick, gasping as it once more pressed against his prostate.

Continually hammering himself on Pyre’s solid member, Gunner felt shock after pleasurable shock hit his spine in full force. Moving his hands over the six pack the brute beneath him had earned over his life, he traced the taut muscles as his pre seed gathered in the crevice’s. A feast for the easterner once he was finished, which he felt was approaching soon. Choosing to make the most out of the remaining time, he slammed his hips faster and harder onto Pyre’s. The red dragon tried to keep up with the feverish trance his partner had gotten into. Meeting his falls with thrusts of his own and aggressively kneading his cheeks. Deep groans echoing from his throat, as the increasing tightness around his dick began to milk him for his cum. His balls churning, eager to fill Gunner up.

Throwing his head back and moaning as the dick he’s riding hit the perfect spot, one could say that Gunner was in heaven. His whole body was on fire, heating up as he felt the pressure build inside him. The easterner’s vision blurred as the burning engulfed him. He wanted more, he needed more, he craved it. Mindlessly letting his hips fall, his shaky legs turned solid, letting him rise faster. Gunner felt his dick flex and tense, as the clear liquid leaking turned to have a whiter hue. Pyre couldn’t believe it, the ardor was familiar, but the intensity was unknown to his experienced body. Their hips meet harder, and harder, making the floorboards they laid upon creek and give in to the power Gunner’s rise and falls. Forcing his eyes open, Pyre saw that the ring around the easterner’s member was glowing bright red. Realizing something was happening, he felt the surprisingly strong cheeks clamp down hard, trapping his cock as Gunner gyrated his hips. The pleasure still racking the red dragons mind made him unable to utter something complex, so he tried to raise his upper body with the support of his arms to get Gunner’s attention. The attempt to communicate failed. Shocked, Pyre felt Gunner’s hands press him down onto the floor, and successfully keeping him down, as the easterner broke the floorboards into firewood. Giving his partner a knowing smile, Gunner slammed his hips down one last time before exclaiming to the world “I-I’m cumming!”

Ropes of white seed shot out of Gunner’s cock like a fountain, painting Pyre’s abs, pecs, hair, and the floor around them with white stripes. Drooling, Gunner looked straight up as his orgasm wrecked his body, making his once solid stance shiver and break down, shooting out more strands with each flex of his core. Pyre threw his head back into the floor, breaking it, as he tried to hold on for a little longer. The contracting and spasming of Gunner’s insides made that impossible. With several curses, Pyre screamed at the top of his lungs and released the torrent that had built inside him. Wave after wave crashed into Gunner’s ass, jolting him out of his dazed state to feel the warmth spread around inside him. The red dragon instinctively thrusted to pump so much cum into the hole, and as far in, as possible. Gunner moaned as he felt the virile seed warm up his insides, pushing against his gut and filling it, making the already round belly taut as it filled with cum. Overfilled, the cum began to shot out of the easterner’s hole and onto Pyre’s member and sack, coating them in his own seed. Gunner crashed down onto Pyre, exhausted from their romp. In the process the brute’s cock plopped out and continued to shoot ten more thick ropes of cum before slowing down to a trickle, leaking down his hard shaft. As both reveled in their afterglow, Gunner trying to shut his gaping hole, not wanting any of the warmth to escape, and Pyre shivering as the orgasm continued to make him ooze out globs of white, they shared a kiss. Lazily they opened their maws and shared their pleasures with each other, the afterglow only growing stronger in the other’s embrace.

Once the kiss was over Gunner nuzzled underneath Pyre’s chin and listened to him breath. Not that he could go anywhere for the moment, his legs gave out during that last rush and he needed to catch his breath. It felt heavenly to rest upon the brute’s strong, warm, chest, his beating heart slowing to crawl almost made the easterner lull into sleep. Waking him up was Pyre’s arms, moving up from Gunner’s rear to embrace his midsection. “Stronger the closer you are to blowing.” The brute said after composing himself. Confused, Gunner propped himself up and looked on Pyre’s content, yet smug, face. “That’s what your ring did, or did you forget about these?” He asked while firmly grabbing Gunner’s sensitive, cum covered member. A pained gasp escaping his lips, Gunner reeled back to breakout of the barbarian’s firm grip, eventually succeeding by falling backwards.

With Gunner out of view, Pyre got a first-row seat to Raz making himself busy while the dragons tested his new wares. On top the tower of creates, the imp had nested himself into a ball of sorts. His head down at his crotch and hand massaging his taint, he sucked himself off. Slobbering over his member he opened his eyes to add further fuel to his ardor, but where met with Pyre’s own instead of the passionate scene moments prior. Quickly he pulled himself off, white strands connecting his lips to his crotch as he tried to look dignified. “So, are they of magick nature?” Raz asked, smearing the pre mixed saliva onto his legs. Laughing at the sight, Pyre sat up and peeled off his ring before addressing the imp. “No need to stop now Razzie, you seemed to be enjoying yourself.” He teased, his fangs revealing themselves as he grinned. Looking through the ring, Pyre closed one eye to focus on it. “This, if I had to guess, makes you blow more. Not that I can’t put out this much on the norm, but this thing certainly helped.” The red dragon said, winking at the easterner putting on his pants. “And the one Gunner had makes you stronger the closer you are to bursting.”

Bringing a messy hand to his chin before quickly removing it once he realized, Raz’s eyes widened at the possibilities the other rings could have. If the effects these had were that strong the rest must be a goldmine, and what if the magicks worked with each other. Then he could sell pairs or bulks that fit together for a huge profit. And to think that he got these for dirt compared to the precious metals which will make his pocket unbearable heavy. Maybe he could move to a different street, then he wouldn’t have to clean his front door every day.

“While you’re thinking on who to swindle their hard earned money from next, may we crash here for the night?” Gunner asked, helping Pyre stand up which earned him a quick kiss from the brute. “Don’t think any inn would take us in smelling like we’ve just been in an incubus infested dungeon.” Pondering if he could get some money from the pair, the imp decided against it and told them that they could. If he doesn’t have to clean up their mess in the morning. “Hear that Gunner? Means you will have to swallow.” Pyre said, groping the easterner’s hips.

After leading them to their room, Raz entered his bed chambers. The energy he had when watching the two dragons test out the rings long since replaced with the well-earned tiredness of a hard day’s work. With a flick of his wrist, he lit up a candle next to his oversized king bed. Some months had gone good for him, so he decided to spend it on positive changes to his living standards, the bed only being the most recent one. As he disappeared under the cloth, pressed against the hard mattress and the soft covers he was reminded of being trapped between his two guests earlier today. “Easily excitable those two, and a pain in the ass sometimes, but they are good employees.” The imp thought to himself, not wanting to admit he had a soft spot for the dragons. Once he appeared at the top of the bed, the imp rested his upper body against the pillow while he grabbed a mysterious looking journal Raz saved as part of his personal stash. Writing his wants and desires, the comfortable hugs and raunchy sex in extreme detail, he shivered. Knowing that once the night took him, he would live them out again and again until he awakens the next day. To take care of that rude canine, and hopefully have some fun in the process.