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“It’s nothing,” you respond almost as rapidly. You are a bit embarrassed that your body is betraying you like this. You should have drink some blood before he came, but you thought you’d have time. Usually you only have to feed once every two days. And you fed yesterday… But the fall fucked your schedule.

His offer is mumbled against your neck, like he’s embarrassed by it. Or maybe more excited than you give him credit for. “Drink from me.” He pulls back to look at your face and he’s beautifully blushed, almost as red as his hair. What a cutie.

“What?” You can’t believe him. “You- You know what would happen, right? You know if I bite you… You’d get the frenzy.” He nods fervently. “And you still want it? You still want me to bite you?”

Both of you know what it means. It means he’d enter the breeding frenzy, and he’d be hard as a rock (harder than he is right now), and you would fuck it out. It’s nature. And the one time you did it with one of your exes… It was a fan-tas-tic sex marathon. You’ve been too scared to suggest it to any of your other partners since, though. It was intense and intimate, and not something vampires share easily.

“Are you sure?” You ask him again, not wanting to get your hopes up, but unable to stop your giddiness. You’d love to bite him. He smells so good and you want him to experience how good the frenzy is. Plus he would fuck you senseless after, which sounds like your best fantasy right now. “I know we’ve been dating for a while, but this would mean penetration and we haven’t gotten to that yet. So if you aren’t su-”

“I’m sure,” he cuts you with his biggest smile.

He’s so sexy you want to kiss him. So you do. You grab his sweet face and press an open-mouthed kiss to his smiling lips. Which makes him smile bigger. He leans forward to give you another kiss, which is more teeth than lips because you are smiling like two fools.

Your stomach grumbles again and the both of you chuckle, pulling apart. “Okay. Let’s do this.” His confidence is so hot you almost whine.

He huffs in amusement when you straddle his legs more securely. He’s sitting back, you on his lap, your pussy right over his very interested dick, and you can smell his blood pumping faster, his arousal getting thicker in the air. You are so fucking ready for this. You’ve been waiting for this.

You kiss his jugular first, licking his pulse point until Todd whines. Your smirk exposes your fangs, and you only hesitate for half a second. You bite down on his neck and the reaction is instantaneous. His body goes rigid, his hands grip your hips harder, and his dick twitches under your pussy so violently you can feel it against your clit. And then the flavor hits your tongue and you are moaning. It’s intoxicating.

He tastes like the best dessert ever, and you can’t get enough. He’s rutting up against your core, and you are moaning against his neck. The desperation in your touches to one another is lost the second you pull away. He’s looking at you with blown wide pupils, his tongue almost lolling out, and his ears twitching in the most werewolf-y way ever.

“I want-” He growls, but you continue. “I want your dick. Fuck, Todd. I need it. Fuck me, please,” you moan, licking over the wounds in his neck and savoring his blood one last time. Your brain feels fuzzy, your pussy so wet you are pretty sure you ruined your panties. And most likely the front of his sweats.

It takes him a couple of seconds to process your words, but the moment he does, it’s game over. He moves so fast you barely feel it, but in a rush your back is against the mattress, and he’s between your legs. Your clothes disappear, thrown over his shoulder in ripped strips of fabric.

He dips down enough to lick your pussy, and you grab onto his red hair like your life depends on it. Your hips are rutting against his face, and he’s whimpering and groaning like he’s right where he wants to be. But you want his dick. You already tried his tongue. You want the hybrid special.

“Come here, come here… I need you. I need your dick. Please!” Your voice sounds high-pitched and unknown to your own ears, but he doesn’t seem to care.

He tries to talk, but what comes out is a growl, his claws pinching the sides of your hips when he manhandles you until his dick is right at the apex of your thighs. You raise your hips, trying to get some friction, any friction, and he literally roars.

Your legs are unceremoniously pushed apart, his eyes fixated on your dripping core while he positions himself. His dick looks so big you have a second of hesitation before he presses forward a little bit, and all coherent thoughts leave your mind completely.

“I can’t- I don’t know if I-” He tries, his hands shaking visibly where he’s holding his shaft against your opening. But you understand him either way.

You grab his face, curling your legs around his middle and pushing his dick a bit further. “Don’t hold back. I want this. I want you,” you whisper against his lips.

It’s like it snaps. One second he’s trembling with pent-up energy to fuck you, and the next second your legs are over his shoulders and he’s folding you in half as he fucks into you like the monster he is. Your scream is so loud you are thankful for the soundproofed walls.

Your whole body is vibrating. You are holding onto the wall not to hit your head while he continues fucking you like a piston. There’s no caress. There’s no trace of your sweet boyfriend. There’s only his dick hitting your G-spot with each thrust and the sounds of your lovemaking creating a symphony to your ears.

The pleasure is way beyond everything you imagined. You don’t know how to deal with it. Closed eyes. Opened eyes. It doesn’t matter, he’s everywhere. You can feel him in every cell of your body while he fucks you ferally.

You can feel your orgasm at the tip of your fingers, so close you can taste it. He’s growling against your neck, thrusting so fast his hips are a blur against yours. If you were human, you’d wake up with bruises in the morning. But you aren’t, and you crave more.

Your nails are scratching his back, you can smell the blood, and it only drives him wilder. You groan his name over and over, a chant that feels like a prayer as you ascend to the heavens, closer and closer to orgasm. And then you feel it, the bigger base of his dick hitting against your entrance. You scream his name, your orgasm catching you by surprise while he lets out a series of curses that would make a sailor blush.

He thrusts one more time and his knot fits inside of you, your walls clamping down around him the second he starts coming. That drives him feral, groaning and growling while another orgasm crushes over your body, leaving you boneless under him.

The movie is playing and he’s nuzzling into your neck, giving you soft kisses every once in a while as he watches the movie. Your brain is far beyond though, you can’t stop noticing his body, his tiny movements, the way he snuggles into you tighter and tighter, his arm around your middle, his hand over your soft belly. You can’t stop yourself from wanting to suck in your breath so there’s less tummy to hold, but you know he wouldn’t like that.

But it’s not only that, it’s also the fact that you want it to go further, so much further. You want to suck his cock, or him to eat you out. Or maybe fuck, or ride him... but you don’t know how to start that conversation and you don’t even know if he would be okay with that. You know he said he didn’t mind you being chubby, but the tiny voice in your head is always talking, always saying all the wrong things that make you self-conscious and worried about your body.

You struggle in your position in front of him, trying to get some room so he doesn’t have to feel your body if he doesn’t want to, but he grunts and pulls you back against his front. You both take a deep breath in when you feel what he’s packing.

“I- I’m sorry. Sorry. Sorry. I know you aren’t ready for this. S- sorry,” Toby stutters as he pulls his hips away from your body, making you whine. He stops in his tracks. “Do you- Do you want this?” He presses his hard on against your ass once again and you whimper, making him growl under his breath. “Fuck, if you don’t want this please say so, you sound so good my brain is going to short-circuit anytime.” He doesn’t pull back anymore, but you are biting your lip with your pointy fang, not sure how to say what’s in your mind.

You turn around in his arms, your neck almost aching looking up at that weird angle, but you don’t care. You need to look at him to have this conversation. “I didn’t know if you wanted this,” you confess in a low tone.

“What? I’ve been jerking off frantically every time I go home after meeting you,” he blurts out and instantly covers his mouth as if he wasn’t trying to say that.

You giggle. “Have you?”

“Ye- yes,” he stutters, a pretty blush covering his cheeks. He looks delightful like that, all his blood running to his face and making you all kinds of hungry.

“But my body…” You start.

“What about it?” He asks when you stop. There’s tears building in your eyes threatening to fall and you don’t know how to say what you want to say.

But you just go for it. “I know I’m not thin, and my tummy is all soft, and my thighs are too big and…” You swallow around the knot in your throat. “My past boyfri-” You don’t get to finish that thought before he covers your mouth and growls so loud your body vibrates.

“Do not talk about other partners when you are with me,” he cuts with a growl. You look at him with uncertainty and vulnerability. He sighs and leans down, kissing your forehead as he says: “I told you you were my best fantasy came to life, and I meant it, moonlight,” he kisses your nose as you giggle between choked breaths.

“Really?” You ask as a tear runs down your cheek. He wipes it away with his thumb and leans down for a quick peck.

“Yes. Now, let me prove it to you,” he says. You have super speed, but you barely see him before he’s manhandled you to your back and his body is between your thick thighs, he looks so good there that you can’t avoid the deep groan that leaves your throat. “Fuck, you sound so good, it’s driving me insane.” Toby’s eyes flash when he says it, and you know that if you had a heartbeat it would be going crazy. “Now, are you going to let me eat your pussy?” He asks, his tone is soft and almost pleading.

There’s only one possible answer to that: “Yes, please.” He doesn’t even respond, he tears through your clothes until he can access your pussy and launched for it like a starving man.

You groan, closing your eyes and throwing your head back as you chant his name. “Toby, Toby...”

“Eyes open, moonlight, I want you to see me enjoying my feast,” he orders.

His words sound filthy as fuck and when you obey and look down at him, half his face drenched in your desire and a shit eating grin on his lips, a groan escapes right from your chest. He looks obscene, and as soon as he drives right in, his eyes never leaving yours, you scream his name again, and your hands find his hair.

He grunts against your pussy and sucks harder on your clit, making you see stars even with your eyes wide open. His hands are everywhere, cupping your ass, groping your tits over your shirt, touching your tummy, pinching your thighs… He’s driving you slowly insane, and you can’t look away from his eyes as you moan like a whore.

He pulls away for a second, staring into your eyes trying to reach to your soul. “Use me, moonlight. Take your pleasure off me as I enjoy you fully.”

You groan again, his words driving you higher in your pleasure as you take his hair with both hands and start rubbing your pussy up and down his face. His nose hits the best place and his tongue is playing with you like an expert in pussy-ology. His fingers find your opening and he fucks into your tender pussy, curling them to hit your G-spot. You cry out and move your hips faster.

You can almost feel your orgasm at the tip of your fingers, you need it, you need it now. “Toby, Toby, please!” You beg even though you know you are the one in control. You pull at his hair harder, making him grunt against your clit as one of his hands gropes your boob, the other one helping you move your hips.

It takes you less than a minute to reach the peak of pleasure, screaming his name as you thrash under him, milking all your pleasure against his face. He grunts and finger-fucks you deeply, taking you to the next dimension. It’s one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had.

When you come back into yourself, he’s still between your legs, your thighs as earmuffs and his face all messy with your juices.

That’s why after a couple weeks writing down your number on his cup and not hearing back from him, you had enough and start getting your break when you know he’s going to show up. The first day you almost give up and get back to work when his soft tone asks for you. But you endure. He didn’t call you. He didn’t show interest in you. Maybe he just likes the way you make coffee (even though he frowns every time he picks it up).

But the third day he shows up in a different time, making you prepare his order the same way you always do, writing your number one last time on the bottom, always hopeful that this time would be the time. When he grabs his coffee, you tell your coworker you are taking a break, wanting to get far for him. He doesn’t let you. He follows you to the back room, your coworker not even caring that he does that.

He crowds against you in the tiny room, he’s so much taller than you that you have to look up when he asks: “Why are you avoiding me?” His tone is a bit hurt and you have to swallow your regrets, because this is his fault.

You press a finger against his chest, accusatory, when you ask back: “Why didn’t you call me?”

“What?” He looks completely confused, and you want to kiss his stupid face so much you have to press your long nails into your palms, the little pain bringing you back to reality.

“I’ve been leaving my number on your cup for weeks and you never called, but then you show up here everyday even though you don’t like coffee just to see me. I don’t get it. I don’t understand it,” you explain. You try not to sound hurt, but it permeates your voice either way. It did hurt, it hurt so much that he didn’t call any of the times you left him your phone number.

“You know I don’t like coffee?” He deadpans, making you even more angry at him, forgetting your pain at his rejection in order to look at him. If you were a cartoon character you’d have smoke coming out of your ears.

“That’s what you wanna focus on?!” You whisper-shout to him. He steps back, completely taken aback by your tone.

“I- Sorry. What?” He questions again, his puppy eyes making you want to melt.

You want to be mad at him, you want to be furious, but when you open your mouth what comes out is: “You don’t... You don’t like big girls, is that it?” You hate yourself a tiny bit for letting your insecurities get the best of you.

Toby’s face contorts in what feels like a caricature. “What?! NO! I love your curves, I want to take a bite of every curve of your body, good goddess you look like my best fantasy came to life,” he says everything so fast that your brain is a bit dizzy by his confession.

When you fully register his words, you are even more confused than before. “Then why didn’t you call?” You are really missing something here. If what he says is true, and what you say is true… Why haven’t you been on a date or something?

“How would I?” His confusion is so clear in his tone, and his ears twitch so adorably when he tilts his head to the side that you want to squeeze him until he’s just a puddle of goo on the floor.

You take the coffee cup and turn it around, splashing some of the contents on the floor. You show him that there’s indeed a number written on the bottom. “My number. In your cup. Everyday,” you repeat.

His surprise is so evident that he gapes like a fish at the numbers and then back at you. Numbers. You. Numbers. You. “Wait. Wait. You like me? You gave me your number?” His question is followed by some mumbling that you don’t catch, like he’s talking to himself. Or more like cursing himself.

“Yes! I’ve been trying to get you to notice me since you first came in,” you confess. You are so glad you can’t blush, because if you could, you’d be as red as a tomato.

He repeats: “You have?” His surprise shouldn’t be as adorable as it is, and it shouldn’t make you want to kiss him senseless. It should make you mad at him that he’s been so obvious to your flirting.

“Yes!” You exclaim, throwing your arms up, exasperated.

“I- I… I didn’t know.” His tone is soft, almost a whisper, and his ears keep twitching over his head. He’s embarrassed, you realize. And that makes you want to coo at him. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” he keeps chanting as he squeezes your body against his. Your face barely gets to his shoulders, but the way he squeezes you against him makes every worry you had about him disappear. He wasn’t rejecting you, he was just too dumb to realize you were into him. Stupid werewolf himbo.

Toby’s arms hold you so tightly against him that you fear he’s going to break you. “Dude, if I wasn’t a vampire you would break me,” you let out.

“Oops. Sorry.” He lets go of you and looks like you just gave him the best Christmas present ever. “Can… Can I kiss you?” He asks, his big paws holding your face tenderly.

“I thought you’d never ask.” You grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull down with all your supernatural strength, giggling against his mouth when you hear the ripping sound. But you don’t care. And he doesn’t either.

Your lips are against his, and your fangs are pinching his lips as he whimpers. You deepen the kiss as he grabs you by the waist and pulls you up, your legs wrapping around his middle as you grind against his toned abdomen. His hands find your ass and he starts groping you, his tongue dancing against yours. You are in heaven. After so many weeks of pining, you can’t believe you are grinding against his body as he caresses yours. You’ve never been happier to be with a supernatural, his strength coming in handy to support your weight without any problem. It’s exhilarating.

You make out like horny teenagers for what feels like hours, but it’s probably no more than fifteen minutes. You are breathing heavily against his neck, your fangs gracing his artery without biting down, as he groans and moans, rocking his impressive erection up to meet your needy core. You want to bite him so bad, but you know it’s not the place. Your venom can induce some kind of frenzy in werewolves and you really can’t have him fucking you raw in the backroom of the cafeteria. You like this job.

“Your break is up,” a voice says behind you, making you let out a short scream as Toby giggles, his face buried in your neck and his hands still squeezing your ass like he’s kneading bread.

He lets you down and pats your ass once more, kissing the tip of your nose softly. “I’ll pick you up when your shift is done. I think we have things… to discuss.” The innuendo on his words and the way he looks up and down your body like you are his next snack is enough to make your non-existent pulse race.

You can’t wait for your shift to be over.

You’ve been begging her to fill you up with her eggs since you started dating. And good goddess if she doesn’t deliver.

She fucks you open with her tongue and fingers, and when you think you can’t take any more pleasure, she fucks you slowly, her dick hitting every sensitive part inside of you until you can’t recognize your own name anymore. You can feel your ears twitching on the top of your head, and every time she touches the little pom-pom of your tail, you let out a broken cry of her name, which she seems to love.

By the time she starts pushing her eggs inside of you, you are barely functioning, your whole body is oversensitive. Each egg feels like it’s too big, like it’s stretching you to the point of insanity, but they, somehow, fit inside of you. One after the other, until you lose count of how many she feeds your hungry pussy.

“Such a good bunny for me, letting me breed her, fill her so completely…” She keeps whispering the filthiest things, which only drive you further into your nonsensical pleasure. At some point, she stops coming. All her eggs inside of you already. Your abdomen is distended, so full of her eggs you feel like you are about to explode. “Such a pretty bunny, ready to go out?”

“O-out?!” You croak out and she chuckles.

“Of course, we need to go compliment the neighbors on their decoration, don’t we? It was your idea.” Fuck, she’s right, it was your idea.

“I don’t- I don’t know if I can go out like this,” you tell her, voice trembling.

But she only kisses the tip of your pink nose, her hand pulling at your tail and making you squeal one more time before she pushes a plug in your stretched hole. You clench around it instinctively, and she moans.

“Of course you can, bunny. You’re gonna look so cute walking around with your little tummy all plump with my eggs...” You whimper, and she smirks, her tongue licking up your neck before whispering against your ear: “Come on, get dressed.”

She pulls away, getting dressed while you try to get up. Your legs are shaking, unable to get up from the bed while you feel her eggs inside of you, her cum. You are going completely insane, with each second your arousal grows and grows. You are pretty sure you are going to pass out because of orgasms if you walk when you are so filled up. This seems to be amusing to your girlfriend, who helps you up while she chuckles.

You get dressed with her help, and she takes you out around the corner, her arm around your waist and coughs every time you moan, to cover for you. You can feel the weight of her eggs and her come inside of you. It’s intoxicating and completely distracting. You can barely focus enough to breathe, let alone trying to be somewhat coherent when your neighbor stops you to chat.

You only get to walk one block before she takes mercy on you and brings you back to your house, smiling cheerfully at your neighbors. The fact that you are out and about, asked to be friendly when your pussy is so filled you can feel some of her come slipping around the plug… Fuck, you love it.

Your lamia girlfriend lays you down on the bed, sitting back on her tail at the edge of the bed and staring at your pussy. “Come on, little bunny, show me the Easter eggs,” she says the second you are sprawled in the bed, legs open and completely exposed to her hungry eyes.

She pulls out the plug and your body shakes, a tiny orgasm ripping through your body before you feel it. The eggs slipping through your cervix. And so much of her cum it rapidly spills out.

With each egg you push out, your girlfriend grunts and your body trembles in aftershocks. It’s too much, but you can’t stop them. You can’t even talk with the pleasure that it brings you. It’s mind-numbing, and way better than you expected.

By the time all the eggs are out, you are panting, your body limp and your pussy feeling so raw you can only focus on that. Your clit feels hypersensitive, and the second your girlfriend slithers towards you on the bed and touches it, an orgasm rips through your body with such force you scream at the top of your lungs. Your girlfriend covers your mouth with her hand, but you aren’t paying attention anymore, your eyes rolling back into your head and your senses transcending into a new reality where only blind pleasure exists.

You come back to your senses cuddled against your girlfriend’s scaly chest. “Do we need to wait till next year to do that again?” You whisper, voice rough.

She chuckles, “no, little bunny. I’ll fill you with my eggs every time you want.”

“We’ve gotta take some stock up to the dragon’s den.” Your favorite coworker, Ellie, called you over the intercom.

“Hold on, I’m scraping off layers of cotton candy from my arm.”

“Oh right, the special edition unicorn horns came in today,” she snickered. “Glad I didn’t get concessions today.”

“Then how are you getting me off of it?” You dry off your arm and make sure your skin isn’t still sticky.

“I asked for extra help and they told me to pull whoever I wanted. You can thank me later when we go get coffee after work.”

You make your get away, happy to leave the concession booth behind and meet Ellie in the stock room.

Ellie pointed to one of the utility dollies she had begun loading. “Resellers can kiss my ass,” she grumbled.

You got a smirk on your face. “You’d think we’d have some sort of turret system set up at the door to shoot them as they try to leave.”

Ellie grinned along. “Or alligators in the mote. Maybe we could leave the Magician a suggestion card.” She motioned to a spot in the back where a giant blue box sat asking for suggestions to make the store better.

“Do you think he even reads those things? I’ve never seen anyone empty that thing. And I’ve put like five suggestions for a chocolate fountain in there.” You take one of the loaded dollies and go into the back hallway that parallels the main hall.

“Only five?” Ellie laughed.

The supply hallway went into the staff break room, where from within you could hear the princess practicing her song. She would get the high note, then her voice would crack and she would cuss loudly.

“Dollies coming through,” Ellie announced loudly.

“Oh! Ellie!” The princess called out to her. “I need your help.”

Ellie set her dolly aside and motioned for you to keep going. “I’ll be there in half a tick. You can manage to stack boxes by yourself right?”

“I’ll try, but you remember what happened last time,” you sighed dramatically.

Ellie smiled and turned to the princess. “What’s going on, Brit?”

Back when she first applied for the job, Ellie had wanted to be the princess. She was a talented singer and performer, but she apparently wasn’t the ‘look’ they were going for. Brittany, who had been hired as the princess, was the look but she wasn’t as trained as Ellie for singing. So Ellie had been helping her out and the two had gotten close.

You went on into the elevator, going up to the top floor where the dragon’s den was. It was the main toy room, filled with special editions, collectors items, and a whole section of vintage toys that was impressive, even by ebay standards.

You set your dolly at the empty shelf and looked over towards the stage. The dragon animatronic was hidden back within the shadows, but you could still see the flickering of the lights inside its mouth. You took out a razor blade and cut open the first box.

As you stocked the shelf you went into a zone. Stocking was probably the easiest job as long as you were left alone and there wasn’t something fancy to do. You weren’t really paying attention to anything or anyone. In fact, the dragon’s den was surprisingly empty.

“Little girl,” a deep voice sang out.

You stiffened and looked around then went back to work.

“Little girl,” the voice sang out again.

You just kept on working. Someone was probably playing with their kid in one of the nearby rooms, you thought.

You turned to get another box and there was someone right beside you. You screamed and chucked the box into their chest.

“Hello little girl, are you lost?” It was the dragon animatronic standing there. The massive figure had bits and pieces of knight’s armor on his body that were shiny chrome. He stood at least six feet tall if you didn’t include the horns on his head. His eyes flickered between gold and red lights, and inside his mouth his throat crackled and flashed with the fire inside him.

You snarled and cussed under your breath and you picked up the thrown box. “Go back into your den.”

The dragon bent at the waist. “I asked you a question.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end and you looked back at the dragon. “Excuse me?”

The dragon chuckled. “When little girls get lost, bad things can happen.”

“Are you threatening me?” You snapped at him.

The dragon’s eyebrow wiggled. “Are you into that?”

“What the fuck?” You snapped.

“What is it?” Ellie came up the hallway and parked her dolly beside yours. “Wow, it’s really quiet up here.”

“Except the fucking dragon!” You snapped then went to point at it standing beside you. But the dragon was gone.

“Is it making that noise again?” Ellie asked.

You furrowed your brow, seeing the dragon standing back in the shadows where it came from. “No. It was right here. It said some weird shit.”

“What?” Ellie arched a brow at you. “The dragon doesn’t talk. It just roars and growls. Remember?”

“Are you sure? Because I swear it said ‘little girl’.”

Ellie glanced to the stage and shrugged. “Maybe one of the techs did something.”

You returned to stocking, still perturbed by what had happened.

It was close to closing, so you and Ellie finished up what you had and cleaned up the empty, broken down boxes. You returned the remaining stock and changed out of your uniforms.

“Oh shit,” you huffed, patting down your pockets. “I think I left my phone in the dragon’s den.”

“Do you want me to wait on you?” Ellie asked.

“No. I’ll meet you later.” You went back to the elevator and up to the top floor. Everything was shut down, so it was eerily quiet and only a few lights remained on. Inside the dragon’s den only the stage lights were on, so it was hard for you to search for your phone.

“I think it was here,” you muttered to yourself. You patted the shelves to find your phone. You then heard it ringing from the stage. Looking up, you saw the screen glowing in the mouth of the dragon.

“No,” you announced loudly. “Not at all. No.”

Your phone kept ringing.

“I don’t like this!” You shouted.

Your phone went silent for a beat. Then it started ringing again.

You raised your arms then slapped them back down against the side of your legs. “Fuck you universe.” You climbed up on stage and walked across it towards the dragon. Your phone screen glowed behind the jagged teeth inside its mouth.

“Look here my guy,” you whispered to the dragon. “I paid a lot of money for that phone. Look at me. I’m poor as fuck. I’m willing to take risks, but you gotta play along.”

The dragon didn’t move.

You reached up and placed your hand on the dragon’s mouth with one hand then placed your finger between the gaps of the teeth with the other to pry it open.

“Little girl,” the dragon said.

“No!” You slapped the dragon as hard as you could, but since he was mostly metal that only hurt you instead.

The dragon chuckled, raising his head and then taking your phone from inside his mouth. He dangled it above you. “Left something behind?”

You cradled your hand against your chest. “You know I did.”

The dragon laughed and looked at the phone. “Want it back?”

You glared in disbelief. Could one of the techs have stayed behind just to fuck with you? Why? “I don’t know what's happening. But yes! I want my damn phone!”

“Then do me a favor,” the dragon chuckled. “Go down to the concessions and get me a little snack. I’ve been craving sugar all day.”

“Concessions are closed,” you grumbled.

The dragon shrugs. “It doesn’t need to be something fancy. Just something to satisfy my sweet tooth,” he chuckled.

“Sweet tooth,” you laughed. “Yeah sure. And I’m just going to get my crazy side examined. Because obviously I’m having a mental breakdown, or someone is trying to fuck with me.”

The dragon’s eyes flashed bright red and he bent over so he was directly in your face. The bits of knight’s helm that hung on his head reflected the red glow of his eyes, giving him a menacing and almost devilish look.

“I’ll fuck you to get some candy,” he snarled.

“Nothing sweet about me, so good luck!”

The dragon’s brow raised and he started chuckling, soft and quiet. They soon grew into much louder chortles. Going into a belly aching laugh. He rose back up, throwing his head back and spreading out the massive wings upon his back. Fire bellowed up from the stage behind him, which did make you jump.

“I want candy! I want it now!” The dragon roared.

“Fine! Just don’t light me on fire. I don’t like that.” You hop off the stage and show him your middle finger. “Fucking possessed animatronic trying to make me do shit,” you grumbled under your breath.

Maybe you were in shock and that was why you were taking this in stride, you thought as you went down the elevator to the concessions stand. Maybe I’ve lost my mind and this is how I’m coping, you add as you walk down the hall. Maybe I made an imaginary friend and I’ll go on magical adventures, you think as you snatch a bag of candy corn from behind the counter.

You go back to the dragon’s den to find the dragon perched on the edge of the stage, kicking his legs back and forth while he played on your phone.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m watching cat videos,” the dragon sneered. He jutted out his big, clawed hand to you. “What’d you get me?”

You show him the bag of candy corn.

“Candy corn?” He snarled. “Who in their right fucking mind wants candy corn?”

“Look, you asked for candy and I brought you candy! Now give me back my phone!” You lurched to try and get it, but the dragon stood back upon the stage.

“Get me some real fucking candy. And no grandma ribbon candy either!”

You swiped at his ankles with the candy corn bag. “Some dragon you are! You sound like a spoiled brat with some entitlement issues.”

“Well this entitled brat has your phone.” He wagged it in your face. “Gummy worms! Get me gummy worms.”

“You should have said that first!” You kicked the stage as you turned around and went back the way you came. “This better be the breakdown my therapist told me about.”

You went to concessions, snatching several bags of gummy worms. Once you returned to the dragon’s den you couldn’t see him anywhere.

“Oh thank fucking God it’s over.” You sighed. You stepped in further, not seeing anysigns of the dragon on stage. You looked around the room, seeing faint green movements in the reflective gold of the ceiling.

“I hope security will enjoy this.” You sat down upon the stage and opened up one of the bags of gummy worms and just helped yourself.

Something warm breathed down upon the back of your neck. “What are you doing?”

You almost shuddered upon hearing his voice, and you offered back another bag. “Calm your tits.”

The dragon snatched the bag. “About time.”

You rolled your eyes and continued eating from your open bag. “Can I have my phone back now please?”

“Not yet, I’m watching something.”

You turned around to see him with his head bent down, watching your phone screen. For a moment, he didn’t look like an animatronic, he actually looked like a dragon standing there with gummy worms between his teeth.

“What are you?” You asked curiously.

The dragon looked up, cutting his sharp eyes at you. “Can’t you see?” He waved his hand down his body. “Take it all in, little girl. What you see is what you get.”

You shook your head. “No, really, it’s not. You do realize how this looks from my perspective right? I’ve been arguing with myself all evening whether or not I’m hallucinating all of this.”

“If you are hallucinating me, lucky you,” he chortled. “I’m a delight!”

“Someone’s lying to you,” you grumbled under your breath.

The dragon clicked his tongue. “You’re not hallucinating. I’m real, same as you. I’m just…” He hesitated then turned his head away.

“Just what?” You asked.

He shrugged. “You’re just some human girl. You wouldn’t get it.” He looked at his claws, posing his hands to catch the best light. He then opened another bag of gummy worms and grumbled under his breath. “Astaroth really promised this would be better. Safer! Hah!”

You furrowed your brow at this. “What do you mean safer?”

The dragon huffed and tossed your phone into your lap. “Just take your phone.” he snatched the bag of gummy worms from your hands. “I’m done with you. Scurry along home before I change my mind.”

You slipped off the stage and checked your phone. Within your photos you saw the dragon had taken a huge amount of selfies. You swiped through them, seeing some that were blurry, some that were well poised if not a little cringey. He had taken some in a suggestive pose which made you really question your sanity. You sighed and put your phone into your back pocket.

“Well, this turned out to be a pretty interesting evening. Next time you want candy just ask. You don’t have to be a creepy asshole to get it.” You walked towards the elevator when you saw a gold light flash behind you. You turned around and saw the dragon standing over you.

“Okay what now?” You grunted.

“Cotton candy,” the dragon breathed.

You furrowed your brow.

“You heard me! I want cotton candy. Bring me some tomorrow.”

You turned around to fully face him, tilting your chin up to look at him. “And what’s in it for me? You can’t hold my phone ransom every night.”

The dragon snarled. “Can’t you just be a kind person?”

“Can’t you?” You retorted mockingly.

The dragon slouched and the fire in his throat flickered a little brighter. “What do you want, girl? Mind you I’m asking you for candy. So I don’t have gold or anything like that on hand.”

“I want to know what the fuck is going on? Are you the only animatronic like this? Who is Astaroth? That’s the name of some big shot demon, right? What’s he got to do with this?”

The dragon cupped his large, clawed hand around your face. “That’s enough questions out of you. Bring me cotton candy and I’ll let you in a few secrets about this place,” he sneered. He released your mouth and stood erect. “I’m Valac, and if you want to keep this little exchange situation mutual, you’ll keep your mouth shut.”

You looked him up and down. “Then why did you bother me at all?”

Valac chuckled. “That’s a question for another day, little girl.” He wagged his hand towards the door. “Now get out of here. I’m bored with you already.”

You rolled your eyes and left, finally leaving the tower and getting into your car. You have a few messages from Ellie, which you reply to and told her you had to hunt for your phone and found it in lost and found.

“Damn, it got down there fast,” Ellie replied.

“Yeah. but at least I found it. Hey, do you know the name Valac at all? What about Astaroth?” You texted her.

“Astaroth is some bigwig demon right? Never heard the name Valac at all. Sounds like some sort of fungus cream. Why do you ask?”

You’d remember that for later. “Heard the names earlier. I’m heading home now.”

That evening when you got home you did an internet search. Astaroth brought up exactly what you expected. Lots of articles on demonology and the like. Astaroth was a big deal. But the search for Valac brought up some villain from a video game, as well as the evil nun from that movie. But a little further down in the search, you saw more demonology articles.

“Hmm, demons,” you murmured to yourself. “Am I working for a cult? Nah. Too easy.” You opened up an article about a demon called Valac. There wasn’t much there, just a few lines about how they were a president in hell, which gave you a good chuckle.

You looked back at the pictures on your phone that Valac had taken. In some of them he appeared as the animatronic like you knew. In others there was almost a realistic quality to him, like he was an actual dragon.

“Demon, dragon, or robot. What have I got here?” You leaned back in your chair and sighed. “I’m going to bed.”

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During your shift, if you are able, you go around to the animatronics around the Magician’s Treasure Tower, inspecting them for any signs of demon possession. Perhaps the dragon was the only one and he’s just an irritating accident, but your gut feeling since meeting Valac has said otherwise.

There was a karaoke bar in the music room where there’s a vampire bat animatronic that’s also a karaoke machine. It’s one of the few animatronics with actual vocal functions and can sing back up to the person performing the karaoke.

Then there was the minotaur in the book room. He wandered around the dozens of ceiling high shelves and presented rewards to people who found him. He was actually your favorite, but now you were even questioning him.

There was a naga animatronic in the game room whose tail serves as a charging port for electronics and sometimes serves snacks during competitions. It is one of the more complex of the animatronics, and would have been your first guess for being possessed.

Valac, on the other hand, put on shows regularly in the toy room. Considering lots of kids came through, he would growl and snarl at them, as well as control lights upon the stage. There was a performer who was the knight who would fight him, and sometimes the princess would sing a special song to put him to sleep on certain days.

You really wished you could sing so you could put Valac to sleep.

“Stop bringing me these stupid buckets!” Valac waved the tub of cotton candy you had brought him above your head. “I told you last time they’re too small for me, and you never bring me enough.”

“And like I’ve told you before: no! They turn off the equipment downstairs and have them all cleaned each day. I’m not risking my ass further to make you fresh cotton candy then have to worry about cleaning that machine every dang night. Be grateful I’m bringing you these. They’re just as good and there are a bunch of different flavors.”

Valac grumbled under his breath and popped open the lid. “This is barely a mouthful. And you didn’t bring watermelon flavored ones.”

You held up your bag and shook it. “I have more you fucking baby. But I’m not giving you any until you answer some of my questions.”

“I don’t know why you even care about it.” He shoved cotton candy into his jowls. “It’s none of your business really.”

You rolled your eyes. “You made it my business. And you’ve been avoiding answering anything at all the past week. So if you want to bitch and moan then stop asking me to bring you candy every day.”

He didn’t consider that option long. “I’ve been without long enough! I took a risk talking to you anyways. You should be flattered.”

You made a mouth with your hand and flapped it to mock him. “I should be put in a padded room for putting up with you as long as I have. I know you’re a demon and not a powerful one from what I’ve gathered.”

He flinched and snarled low in his throat. “What’s powerful to a human? Most humans don’t even know how to gain power outside of money!”

You snickered at him. “Obviously you don’t have that either.”

He chucked that cotton candy bucket at you, but you caught it. “You have no idea whose side I am on, little girl.”

“You said Astaroth the other night, so I’m assuming him.”

Valac leaned his head back, trying to do an intimidating glare upon you. “You have no idea what power is, so you can’t even imagine what he could do.”

You shrugged. “I sometimes can’t imagine another day, so fair is fair.” You took a seat upon the stage and pulled an energy drink from your backpack. “So, why are you here?”

Valac’s eyes darted away. “Why not?”

“If you’re hiding from something, I get it. But why…this.” You waved your hand around then brought the sticky sweet drink to your lips.

Valac huffed and smoke came out of his nostrils. “Why does it matter?”

You set your drink down on the stage. “It’s a glorified toy store. Aren’t demons a bit more glamorous than that? But like I said, if you’re hiding from something I get it.”

Valac was trying to skirt around the answer, you could tell that. But you also knew he was going to be wanting the rest of that cotton candy you had in your backpack. Hence why it was in your lap rather than somewhere he could snatch it.

“Look, it’s a lot to unpack, and I don’t think a mere human being like yourself could even comprehend what it all is. Your squishy little mind couldn’t even fathom my actual form. So what’s the point of trying to explain our reasoning for being here?” He turned around dramatically, whipping his tail so it rapt against the wall.

“Did you choose to look like a dragon because it would be cool?” You teased him.

“I didn’t choose shit!” Valac went to shove a display but stopped himself. He came back towards you and stole your energy drink off the stage. “We pulled straws.”

“We?”

Valac glared at you as he drank, crushing the aluminum can in his hand then tossing it over his shoulder amongst the shelves of toys. “You’re so smart, surely you’ve put it all together. The other animatronics. We’re all fucking demons.”

You nodded. “Well, that answers my other question. Now you owe me for the drink.”

Valac’s eyes focused upon your backpack. “Are you gonna ask me to put out next? Just give me the-”

You yanked your bag back. “Fine. I’ll just leave.” You slipped off the stage and headed towards the door.

“Wait!” Valac came after you. “What about the cotton candy?”

“You got some. Be grateful.” You huffed. “I’m not sticking around if you’re going to be acting like a brat the whole time. I have friends that do that for free.”

Valac scoffed. “Okay fine. Fine!” His wings flapped and he pointed back to the stage. “Come back inside. I’ll tell you…some stuff. Not everything.”

You followed him back inside, handing him another tub of cotton candy, which he picked at this time to make it last.

“Okay, so obviously you know demons exist now. Right? Well, it’s bigger than that. There’s a whole system of royals and nobles and politicians amongst the demons that decides the pecking order and who does what and who rules who.” He looked down into the bucket, and once again that sparkling animatronic veneer looked almost real.

“Well that’s all gone to shit. Demon’s are leaving one by one, and the pecking order has become a blood bath. Those who want to be the king of hell are staying and going to war, while there are others who have left and are seeking refuge either here or somewhere in the underneath.”

“Underneath what?” You asked.

“Not what, the underneath. It’s a place. Something else a silly little girl like you would never be able to understand.” He put a pinch of cotton candy into his mouth.

You didn’t really want to press farther anyways. Learning there was a demon war was enough. “So you’re here because of a demon war? Why the toy store then?”

Valac looked you up and down. “Because there are others up here, and sometimes being out in the open is the safest place to be.”

“Others?”

Valac handed you the empty cotton candy bucket. “That’s it for today. Storytime is over. My patience is done. Take care now. Bye bye then.” He jumped up onto the stage and walked in the back where he became hidden in the shadows.

You waited for a moment before you got up and left. You actually just ran from the building, afraid to run into any of the other demons that lived within the Magician's Magic Tower. And by process of elimination, you could only guess who the real owner was now.

The next day at work was pretty busy, there were a few big launches coming out the following day, so stock and prep was of the utmost importance that evening. Most of the staff stayed a few extra hours to prepare them, as well as a special viewing party and board game competition that was going on.

You were in the dragon’s den, stocking the new releases. Your other coworker went back to get more stock, so you weren’t surprised to hear Valac whispering to you once they were gone.

“Psst, little girl.”

You sighed and tried to finish off the last box before the rest came.

“Hey,” Valac snarled. “Hey!”

“I can hear you,” you huffed.

Valac came crawling out of the shadows of the stage. He slid across the stage then jutted out his hand towards you. “Come here,” he waved for you.

“Can’t you see I’m working?” You continued putting toy boxes onto the shelf.

Valac hopped off the stage. “I’m bored!”

You glanced towards the door then glared back at him. “Get back up there before someone else sees you! I’m okay being tortured by you, but I am not letting anyone else have this burden!”

“Aww, you’re possessive of me.” He growled in his throat. “I like that in a woman.”

“That’s not what is going on you dumb lizard!” You shoved him back towards the stage. “Get back up there!” You try forcing him on stage.

“Do you have any candy on you?” He playfully searched your pockets but you kept slapping his hands.

“Stop touching there! That’s not for you!” You hissed at him.

You then heard the squeaking of the dolly as it approached. You kept slapping Valac but he pulled you up on stage and into the shadows with him. He cupped his hand around your mouth as he pulled you into the darkness and behind the black stage curtains.

You struggled against him, but he held you there with a chuckle in his throat. You could hear the other coworker going on about business as normal, opening boxes with a razor, setting things upon the shelf, the dull thud of their headphones.

“Shh,” Valac whispered into your ear. “Just stay here a second.”

You shoved his hand away. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” You hissed at him.

“I was bored. I told you. I’ve come to enjoy your little late night visits.” He peered out from behind the curtain. “Besides, they’ve got their headphones on anyways. They won’t even notice you’re gone.”

“Yes they will. I was there and then I wasn’t!”

“You probably just went to the bathroom, it’s fine.” Valac’s eyes glowed golden in the dark, casting candle-like shadows around you. “They aren’t going to care in the long run.”

“You can’t just snatch people like that. Let alone search my pockets!” You smacked his hand as he came close again.

“Come on, admit it, you were getting tired of working anyways.” Valac’s long tail swished behind him. “And if you don’t have any candy for me, then what do you have for me?”

You glared at him.

Valac’s tongue licked along his sharp teeth. “Come on, we have fun.”

“You call what we do fun?”

Valac nodded. “Yeah! You’re funny, I’m charming. We make a delightful pair.” His tail continued to swish, and you took a glance at it before looking back up..

“Okay…” You adjusted your sitting position a bit. “So this hasn’t been just about you getting candy?”

“Don’t get cocky now.”

“Oh wow, we’re friends,” you said quietly. “Oh my god we’re friends!” You said a bit louder.

Valac tapped his finger over his mouth. “They may still have headphones on, but you’ll need to keep your voice down.”

“I should go back to work then.” You stood and headed for the curtains but Valac grabbed you from behind.

“No. Stay! Please?” Valac pouted and lifted you off the floor. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

“You’ve never done that.”

“Oh yes I have.” Valac carried you back into the shadows. “What if I stopped asking you to bring me candy?” He set you down again.

“I’d think something was wrong.” You tried to look around, but everything was barely lit from the ember in his eyes.

“What if I asked for something else?”

You looked him up and down. “What are you getting at?”

Valac pulled up a chair for you. “You see, now that we’re friends, I figured we could come to a place where I scratch your back and you scratch mine.”

You took the seat and crossed your arms against your chest. “Isn’t that what we’re doing, Valac?”

“Something different,” he huffed. “Something a little more mutual.”

You sighed and pressed your fingers against your temple. “Are you asking to be friends with benefits?”

“How’d you guess that?” He exclaimed.

“I’ve had a few former acquaintances try to pull that shit simply because I’m plus size. Why the hell are you trying to pull the same thing?”

Valac frowned and tilted his head to the side. He took a deep breath as if he was going to say the most important words of his life. “Demons are not built for celibacy. And since coming into this toy store it’s been nothing but! I’m desperate here.”

You shook your head. “That’s exactly what a lady wants to hear.”

Valac’s tail twitched pathetically. “I feel comfortable enough telling you that! You’d think I’d just say that out loud to anyone? I like you, that’s why I’m asking.”

“Okay high school.”

Valac cupped his hand around your mouth to keep you quiet. “Look here, girl. I’m asking you this nicely because I’ve grown to adore our time together. And I’m not good at showing my affection for people outside a good old fashioned orgasm. Do you understand?”

It was a bit of a shock, but you nodded.

“Okay, so stay quiet. Let me tell you a few things so you can understand where I am coming from. First off, yes I like you, you piss me off and make me laugh. I like that in a woman. Second, you’ve not said a word to anyone. You’ve kept me a secret and I greatly appreciate that. Big risks come with big rewards, and I have a doozy of a reward for you.”

You pushed his hand aside. “You sound so sure I’ll agree to this little…tryst. What makes you think so?”

Valac leaned in close to you. “You’re lonely too, right? Why else would you risk hanging out with a demon?”

You looked away. “Low blow.”

“I know.” Valac cupped your cheek. “I only asked because I knew you’d be honest with me, and I like that about you too. So, would you be up for it?”

You pinched your thighs together and tried to keep your expression fierce. “What exactly would I be up for?”

Valac chuckled and leaned in close to you, bracing his clawed hands upon the arms of the chair. “How about I bite the buttons off that ridiculous uniform? One by one until they’re all scattered on the floor? Then I can nibble and bite all I want, or until you beg me to stop.”

You gulped and nodded. “Okay. Not bad.”

“Then, I’ll see just where I stand with you. Because what’s between your legs doesn’t lie now, does it? If I find myself a treasure, I’m going to take it.” He brushed aside your hair and you could feel his hot breath against your skin. “But you’ll have to be quiet since your little friend is still out there. They won’t know how hard you’re getting it. How good it feels. Because trust me, with a demon, it’s always too good.”

You swallowed again and glanced towards the curtains. “Not while someone is here. You can’t be that hard up.”

“I am,” he growled. “Are you?”

You looked into his eyes and that signaled your downfall. His kiss was waiting and his sharp teeth nipped at your bottom lip. He licked down your neck with a long, wet tongue that came from the depths of his mouth. He plucked the first button, then the second, spitting them down onto the ground a ringing clatter.

He lifted his head back up, kissing you again as his claws went down your chest. “You don’t seem too worried now, girl.”

You touched your warm cheek. “It’s weird you call me girl.”

“You like it.” he whipped your belt off and cracked it in the air, going still to listen if that coworker noticed anything. When the coast was clear, he tugged off your pants and tossed them aside.

“Won’t be needing those.” He pulled you out of the chair and lifted you up in his arms, carrying you to a wall where he pressed your back. He kissed again and dragged his hands down your sides.

“It’s been so long,” he moaned.

“Yeah!” You panted.

Valac chuckled against your skin, as he adjusted your hips so he could press against you. He looked down then back into your eyes. “What am I going to find waiting on me?” He licked his fingertips then reached down between the two of you. His long, hard fingers dipped down inside your panties and he started a very short search. You fidgeted, panting softly as his fingertips found the treasure he wanted.

“Good. You behaved for me for once.” He pushed your underwear aside and he slipped up along your slit. “But you knew you wanted this reward. Even if you don’t care to admit it.”

“Shut the hell up and stop playing around,” you huffed.

“Don’t be too eager. We don’t want this to end too soon.” He glanced over his shoulder. “We need to take this nice and slow and enjoy ourselves.”

You smacked his cheek playfully. “You don’t have the balls.”

He sneered at you. “You’ll regret that, girl.”

You smacked him again. “Do it, you big chicken.”

He snapped his teeth in your face. “Keep trying me, girl. I’ll show you just how big I am.” He pulled his hips back and slid into place. He glided inside, and you let out a loud cry that made him cup his hand over your mouth. He looked back while you were trying to comprehend what he just put inside you.

“I told you to be quiet,” Valac hissed. “I know it’s good. But I haven’t even done anything yet.”

You gripped your hands into his shoulders, which now felt more like flesh than metal. “Fucking hell!”

Valac laughed. “You are.”

You took a few breaths before he started to move. He rolled his hips, going back then aiming upwards to press inside you.

“There now, isn’t this nice?” He growled. “Do you like it?”

You were still trying to wrap your mind around what he was packing. He felt curved and thick, but there were ridges and textures you couldn’t quite explain.

“You needed this just as much as I did,” he moaned. “Don’t worry. I won’t let you be lonely again.”

“Be quiet,” you huffed.

“I don’t think you want me to,” he growled. “You get wetter every time I open my mouth. You’re practically begging for me.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing in closer.

“Want me to lay you down?” Valac moved you from the wall and laid you down upon a bed that was used as a prop. He looked down upon you, stretching out his wings that had become a pale white in the shadows. His eyes glowed red, and there seemed to be five of them.

“Don’t-” You gasped.

Valack chuckled. “Oh? Don’t what?”

You bit your lip, cursing you’d said anything. “Don’t stop.”

Valac laid upon you, pressing kisses to your face and neck. He opened you up again, pressing inside and moaning into your ear.

“Good girl,” he breathed. “Admit it, you’re loving this aren’t you?”

You grabbed hold of him and forced him down. “Just fuck me,” you huffed.

“As you wish,” he snarled. He cupped his hand over your mouth and from there it was all you could do to keep hold. He dragged it on too, not giving you a moment to think or breathe. He took over your senses, filling your mind with white fog as you focused upon that deep, powerful pleasure.

“Where the fuck did she go?”

Valac went still and stiff. The voice of your coworker snapped you back to your senses and you followed his gaze to the curtain. Valac’s hips moved again, thrusting slowly inside you. Through the curtains you could see the coworker looking around. They walked about the front of the stage, all the while Valac was starting to move faster and harder.

You glared at him, grabbed hold of his wrist. Valac grinned, licking his chops as you felt a tremble go through your body.

“This is bullshit,” the coworker huffed.

“I feel it,” Valac breathed into your ear. “Let go. Let me give it to you.”

Your grip around his wrist tightened and your back curled up off the bed. Valac’s hips shuddered and he pressed in deeper, choking on his own breath as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

“Fuck it,” the cowroker huffed and they left the room.

You whimpered and shook, unsure if your legs had launched from your body or not. It was quiet for a long moment. Valac breathed and struggled to move his body. He pulled back and gazed down at you. His dark, red eyes focused then blurred in your vision. Closing your eyes you sunk into the bed and relaxed.

Valac chuckled. “That was close.” he moved his hand away from your mouth and licked your lips. “How are you doing down there, buddy?”

“Okay I guess.”

Valad laughed, kissing you and adjusting your legs. “Don’t lie to me. I like it when you’re honest.”

You breathed softly. “I don’t want to inflate your ego.”

You learned a few things about him. One: while he captained a warship, he was actually an explorer. He got his start in the Golden Fleet sailing on an exploration vessel, and worked his way up the ranks to eventually captain his own small ship. Once the war broke out even non-combat sailors and captains were stationed on fighting ships and after the war he was allowed to use the warship for patrol and exploration.

Two: despite his free and open spirit, Daz’ai never slept with anyone on his crew. He lamented ‘handling things himself’ between ports and how it would be nice to have someone around who was not on his crew.

Three: everyone knows Daz’ai and his reputation. Scarcely a moment had gone by since you docked where he was not in conversation and catching up with someone.

Which brought you to now. You had been sitting next to him in the tavern when one of the most beautiful Draenei woman you had ever seen walked up and began chatting with him. Most surprisingly was when she starting speaking to him in Alliance common he was answering back in it.

“Wait? You speak alliance common!?” you nearly yelled at him in common after speaking orcish the last few days.

“I do” he shrugged.

“So why haven’t you the last few days with me?”

“I don’t like speaking common unless I have to. In Dazar’alor the language is Zandalai, in the Horde it’s orcish, here it is alliance common, so I’ll speak it when necessary”.

“But there was no reason for us to be speaking orcish if you know common!”

He just shrugged, “You came to Zuldazar, to Dazar’alor, without knowing the language, so I can’t speak my tongue with you, so we’ll both just speak a different language then”.

“Don’t be so stubborn, Daz’ai” the Draenei woman chimed in, “And be a gentleman and introduce me, will you?”

He sighed, but you learned the woman was Mizra, a local shopkeeper born and raised in this little town.

“And where is your husband?” Daz’ai asked.

“On his way, we were just closing up the shop for the night when we saw you dock” she said, “Here for very long?”

“Just overnight, picking up supplies and having a little fun” he answered.

“Your ship, or our place?” she winked “And how about your new traveling companion, does she have the same idea of fun as you? Would she want to join?” she asked.

“Ask her yourself” Daz’ai said.

Mizra turned and smiled, “What say you? I’m assuming you’re adventurous if you’re tagging along with him” she elbowed Daz’ai’s side.

“I’m the first non-human she’s been with, so I think she’s trying to be at least” Daz’ai smiled.

Mizra was close to you now, her hands on your knees and her tail wrapping around your leg, “Well, if you are interested in expanding your horizons I can definitely help with that. Sounds like you’ve never been with a Draenei?”

“No” you answered.

“How about a worgen?” she smiled.

“No, never” you answered again.

“In that case, I think you may enjoy joining us” she was so close to you, her lips brushed your cheek when she spoke.

You looked up at Daz’ai, trying to gauge what he was thinking.

“Don’t look at me, I can’t answer this for you. I’d love to have you along, but of course you don’t have to, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want. You can always enjoy the town and then head back to the ship and I’ll be back later” he assured you.

“I, I think I’d like to come along” your heart was racing. You had never been with more than one person at a time, and only with another woman a few times before.

“Wonderful,” Mizra smiled, “how about you two head back to the ship, and I’ll go let Barton know the plan, we’ll be there soon”.

“Well see you there” said Daz’ai.

Back on the ship you sat on the edge of the bed feeling a little nervous, not sure what to expect, so lost in thought that the knock on the door made you leap out of your skin.

“Just Mizra and Barton” Daz’ai kissed the top of your head, “And if you don’t like something it’s ok to stop, no one will be mad at you, ok?”

“Ok” though you were still nervous.

Mizra wasted no time making herself comfy next to you, grabbing your hand and giving you a smile “I’ll take care of you, just trust me and let me know if you need to stop, ok?”

“Ok” you swallowed down your nervousness as best you could.

She leaned in and pulled you into a kiss, her tongue quickly parting your lips and placing a hand on your cheek. You relaxed into it, letting her lead while you felt Daz’ai’s familiar presence behind you. He sat behind you with his legs on either side of you and his hands on your hips to pull you back against him.

Mizra’s free hand slipped under your shirt to give your nipple a soft pinch, causing you to moan into her mouth. You felt Daz’ai’ much firmer hand between your legs, rubbing at your clit over your pants. She pushed against your chest, making you to lean back against Daz’ai before breaking the kiss and giving you quite the smile.

She said nothing, but swiftly got to work helping you out of your pants and undergarments, Daz’ai helped you slip your shirt off and busied himself with playing with your breasts instead.

She looked up at you for just a moment before slipping her tongue between your folds, playfully licking you up and down several times before turning her attention to your clit. You watched as behind her Barton hoisted her hips up into the air and flipped her skirt up, taking his time to line up before sinking into her.

Mizra moaned against your clit, sending warm tingles through your whole body, “Don’t go to hard darling, I want our new friend to have the full experience after all”.

He was massive compared to her, leaning over her with his snout buried against her neck, “Then don’t make me wait to long” his voice half laughing and half growling.

You felt Mizra’s fingers against your entrance, teasing for a moment before sliding one in though she only swirled it around for a moment before removing it. Then you felt her reaching under you and pressing her slick fingering against your backside. You whined as her finger slowly entered you, unaccustomed to the feeling.

“Relax” she cooed at you, “You’re so tense, and we can’t have that”. She slowly worked her finger into you all the way to her knuckle and you squirmed from the feeling.

“Darling, fetch me my bag, will you?” she asked Barton, who huffed but did go to get her the bag. “And you, Daz’ai, pants off and on your back please”.

“Yes ma’am” you could hear the smile in his voice.

“And my new little friend, you need to relax, Daz’ai can help with that so up you go” and she gestured to Daz’ai who was now stripped down and leaning back.

Your face was bright red, sure you had ridden him a few times, but not in front of anyone. You climbed on top on him, keeping your back to Mizra and Barton so that you could just focus on Daz’ai, and slowly lowered yourself down onto him, thankful that you were still ready for him from earlier before you docked.

Mizra placed a hand on your back and guided you to lay down on him and you happily buried your face into his chest.

You heard Mizra digging through her bag and the sound of a bottle of something opening. Once more your felt her slick finger enter your backside.

“Mmm, Daz’ai I can feel you in her” she practically purred.

You felt her stroking her finger inside you and teasing him through the thin layer of separation. She slowly worked a second finger into you, gently spreading them apart and working you open.

“Oh pretty girl” she cooed at you, “You keep tensing up so much, not much experience with getting fucked in the ass?”

“None, actually” you muttered into Daz’ai’s chest.

“Oh? Then I’m going to have a lot of fun getting you warmed up and then watching my husband show you how good a thick worgen cock feels stretching you out”.

Mizra continued, slowly adding a third finger, though now as you got used to the sensation it was starting to feel incredible. Between Daz’ai lazily thrusting up into you and Mizra fingering your ass you were always a whimpering mess and on the verge of cumming.

“I think she’s ready for you darling” she said as she removed her fingers.

You felt shifting around and then large, clawed hands on your hips, “I’ll go slow, I promise” came Barton’s gruff voice.

His tip must have been as thick as Mizra’s three fingers and you whimpered as he pressed in. You had never felt so full, between Daz’ai’s already impressive size that you were still getting used to and now Barton slowly filling your ass, your mind was rapidly going blank.

Mizra kept a close eye on you, watching your face and instructing Barton to either go a little farther or wait and let you adjust. It took ages, but eventually you felt the fur of his thighs brushing against you and his full length buried in you.

“Doesn’t he feel incredible?” Mizra asked you. She had moved to be sitting next to you and was playing with your hair.

You whimpered a ‘yes’ against Daz’ai’s skin.

“Go ahead darling, but go slow with her” Mizra told Barton.

Slowly he rocked his hips against you, tentatively giving a few small thrusts to see how you handled it and the beginning a slow pace of shallow thrusts while you adjusted.

Quickly you were reduced down into a moaning, blubbering mess. Daz’ai alone was more than enough as if, but now being between the two of them you barely had a thought left in your head.

“Daz’ai” Mizra began, “Stop just playing with her and fuck her for real”

“Just didn’t want to overwhelm her” he leaned down and nuzzled the top of your head.

“She’s okay now, just look at that cute face. She’s practically drooling on you. And I have other plans for her, so get her nice and relaxed for me, will you?”

You felt Daz’ai sped up, jostling you around quite a bit and causing up to bounce up against Barton and deepen his thrusts.

“Doesn’t that feel so good?” came Mizra’s voice in your ear, “I know it’s one of my favorite spots to be in”.

You could only nod at her, and even that was difficult. Your vision was a little, blurry and hazy from tears, they were good tears from being so overstimulated by it all, but it still made it hard to see. You did not last long now that Daz’ai was not holding holding back. Quickly coming undone, not even able to make a sound, just softly whimpering as the waves of pleasure spread out across your body.

“Finish up gentlemen, it’s my turn to play with her” Mizra said.

Daz’ai continued his steady pace and pulled you tight against his chest, he seemed to like having as much contact as possible. You felt him twitch and throb in you and and warm flood of cum as he moaned in your ear. He really did make the most incredible sounds.

Barton had sped up only slightly, still following Mizra’s directions to a tee though and not getting to rough.

“Tell me, sweetheart, do you know what a knot is?” Mizra asked you.

Despite knowing what all those words meant individually, at this moment you could not string them together and figure out what she was asking. “A knot?” you stammered out.

“Mmhmm, I think it’s time to show you what the best part of fucking a worgen is” Mizra affectionately scratched Barton behind the ear.

Barton began thrusting quicker and you felt something else press against your entrance. Something firm and large. He kept up his pace until a particularly rough final thrust you felt whatever it was press into your already overstretched ass and cause you to yelp in surprise before groaning at the new sensation. You felt the flood of cum deep in you and the intense stretch from the base of Barton’s cock that had now been shoved into you.

“Feel that?” asked Mizra, “Worgen have a wonderful trick for keeping cum from leaking out, that nice thick knot at the base. Though once it’s in, it does take a while to come out”.

As if to demonstrate Barton tugged back an inch or two, though the knot prevented him from being able to decouple himself from you.

“So now what?” you asked.

“Oh don’t you worry, there’s still plenty of fun to be had while you’re stuck like that. Daz’ai, Barton, won’t you be a dear and help her up so she can sit on his lap?”

It was not the easiest, but the two of them helped you eventually sit up onto Barton’s lap with your back to his chest and Daz’ai now removed from you and sitting next to you.

Mizra wasted no time positioning herself between your legs and without saying a word she plunged a few fingers into your dripping pussy. “Nice and relaxed now” she smiled.

Her fingers were not near as thick at Daz’ai’s cock had been in you, but still felt incredible with how Barton was still filling your ass. You felt her adding fingers and pressing in farther until she was stretching you almost as much as Daz’ai did.

She giggled, “Look what a good job you’ve done Daz’ai, that’s my whole hand”.

You were panting from both the actual feeling and just the thought of it. The feeling of Mizra wriggling her fingers about in you was making you see stars as she tried to find what you liked.

“You feel that?” she asked.

You gave a soft whine in response.

“I can feel that knot in you so easily, must be really stretching you out” she teased and rubbed his knot through you.

“Don’t break her” Barton chuckled, his claws resting on your thighs and occasionally he would slowly drag them up and down your sensitive skin, giving you chills.

At this point you had leaned sideways a bit so you could rest against Daz’ai. He was playing with your hair and kissing the top of your head while telling you what a good girl you were.

Mizra continued stroking Barton through you, rubbing your gspot with every move and making you clench down on her hand and around Barton.

“You know that knot will never go down like that” Daz’ai said.

“We have all night, and maybe I want to see how many loads she can handle while staying plugged” Mizra responded “Or maybe I just want to see how long she can handle that knot”.

She continued playing with you and Barton and teasing you the whole time.

“My love?” she directed to Barton.

“Yes?” he answered.

“You can go again, can’t you?”

In response he softly began bouncing you on his cock, his knot getting driven in just a little bit deeper.

Mizra continued stroking him though you, “Does that feel good? Getting your ass knotted by my husband’s big cock while I help him get off?”

It felt like you could barely breathe, both your ass and cunt were so overstuffed, your whole body felt over stimulated, but still Mizra did not relent. Your stomach did flips as you felt her brush her fingers against your cervix.

“Wow, even this far in you I can’t find his tip, he’s even deeper in you than I am” she said.

Barton was growling in your ear as more cum flooded into you, making you feel impossibly full, though Mizra was not done with you.

You lost track of time, how many loads were pumped into you, and how many orgasms you had. Mizra finally took pity on you when it seemed like you were on the verge of passing out, withdrawing her hand and just laying her head in your thigh while you waited for Barton’s knot to go down. You felt the flood of cum drip out of you once it was able to, leaving quite a puddle.

Mizra and Daz’ai doted on you while they helped clean you up, peppering you with little kisses and constantly asking if you were ok, which you were, just exhausted too. Even Barton had his head resting on your shoulder as was gently scratching your scalp and apologizing for his wife’s intensity.

Once you were clean and dry, the bed sheets changed, and everyone was certain you were alright Mizra and Barton left for the night, bidding you farewell and that they hoped they would see you again.

You laid on Daz’ai’s chest while he ran his fingers up and down your back. “Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked.

“Mmhmm” you sighed into his chest, too tired to talk, but feeling incredibly content.

“Good, I’m glad you joined us, though maybe that was a bit intense for your first time like that” he laughed.

“You’re still speaking common” you muttered.