A/N: this is inspired by some friends and how dragons are just giant lizards and lizards are known to have small penises compared to their body size. Enjoy!! This is Part 1 of the series!
You had been on hundreds dates with the handsome dragon that ran the bank within the small kingdom of Trodenvale. It was pure luck that brought you to the dragon’s interest. Your pretty, sequin-covered gold dress looked like dripping gold when you went in to place a deposit of you recently earned paycheck. His eyes left the scrying orb before going back to study the way your curves and beautiful deep brown hair flowed down your back.
Within seconds, you were escorted to the security room. (Which you learned quickly was the vault and your dragon boyfriend’s bedroom). His large red to yellow-scaled body loomed above yours. His eyes, a color of the sun and fresh daisies, studied your shaking form.
“Human,” the voice boomed, echoing off the pile of gold, silver, copper, and gold under him. His heart pounded as he stared at the whimper that left you. “What has brought you here to my bank at this time of day?”
Terror ran through you as you looked over tail that whipped impatiently behind him. “I-I had to m-make a deposit?”
A chortle left him as he crawled down the tall pile to reach you. The creature in front of you had to be about 40 feet tall. One of the teeth that showed through his open mouth was easily the size of your hand, wrist to the tip of your longest finger. His head bowed down, a long breath filling his lungs through his nose.
“Mmmm, let me take you to dinner tonight,” his eyes scanned your face.
Heat washed through you, you had never thought of such a powerful creature being interested in a simple singer at the local tavern. Not everyone knew what the dragon looked like and the ones that did always spoke of the terror he imposed on those in the area.
“Oh, um,” your eyes moved from his sharpened teeth to the length of his body, “o-okay.”
He grinned and got your address. He had taken you many places on your dates, a picnic at the top of a nearby mountain, a fancy dinner at a restaurant in a nearby kingdom that served a lot of the dragons in the world, and many other places.
It wasn’t until he had taken you to the clearest hot spring in the most secluded area you had ever been in that you mentioned taking your relationship to the next step. Sure, kissing and making out was fun and wonderful, but what about more intimate things. He always loved the way you smelled when you were aroused, commenting on how he couldn’t wait to taste you, but he had never even tried to take it further than that.
“Come on, Morlach,” you whined, pouting up at his snout. “I know you’re worried about how large you are compared to me, but I don’t care! If you can’t fit inside me, we will figure it out! I’m not against going to a witch in any of the surrounding kingdoms to get an enchantment to help us out!”
The dragon huffed, the warmth in his chest growing as fire grew within him. “No!” The roar let out steam and smoke as he lifted his paw from the small spring. “I won’t risk tearing my small, perfect mate apart!”
Tears filled your eyes, your body turning from him. “I can’t be your mate if you won’t mate me.”
His growl grew until you felt the heat of fire behind you. You turned quickly, staring up at your boyfriend with wide eyes. The trees and grass behind him were on fire, smoking and burning to ash swiftly. His claws wrapped around you as he lifted you from the water. He pressed his nose against your chest, trying not to harm you.
“You are my mate, and you cannot deny that, human,” he growled, staring you down.
“Then fucking prove it,” you snapped back.
Your hand pressed to his snout before you leaned forward, licking over the scales you could reach. That was something that drove him crazy, and you knew it. His tongue licked over all of your frame before he placed you safely in his mouth for the flight back to his room.
The first time you crawled in there for a flight, you were so scared he would swallow you, but no longer. It was something that felt right. It was almost as if it was the best way to show he owned you, other than him fucking into you the way you deserved.
You wanted to tease him, to do something new, so you laid down on his pretty tongue. You pressed your lips to his tongue, kissing him over and over, letting yourself make out with the top of his tongue, licking and kissing and even nipping at it. A few soft moans and groans echoed through his throat and mouth as he flew.
He couldn’t risk talking if he wanted to keep you safe, so he simply let you continue your teasing. You crawled your way carefully to one of his teeth, pressing your clothing-covered core to the tooth. Grinding against it, you continued to make out with his tongue. He moved the muscle against you as much as he could without smashing you to the roof of his mouth.
The friction of his tooth to your clit and hole made you whimper. It felt too good, like you could almost cum if you continued. The need for him to taste you, to lick all over all of your sensitive areas made you begin to move roughly.
It wasn’t until the flight stopped and his mouth opened that you realized just how needy you had made yourself. You slowly made your way out, covered in the saliva and drool that had built up in Marloch’s mouth.
“My little human,” he groaned, taking a long, deep inhale of your scent. “I almost swallowed you, my jewel.”
Pink covered your cheeks as you stared up at his hooded, darkened eyes. “Then don’t make me wait so fucking long to make me cum.”
A huff of a chuckle tumbled from his lips before he reached a claw out. He carefully, yet quickly, tore your clothes from your body. Another whimper fell from you as the cold air of the vault hit your hot, dripping core.
His tongue moved out, the tips of the fork pushing your legs apart as you stood. They reached up, spreading your folds open. He groaned, his tongue digging deeper into the slick taste of you. You whimpered, feeling the rough texture of his forked tongue against your labia, your tight opening. The two sides of the fork split around your clit, just dodging where you needed it most.
Your knees buckled, falling into the weight of the muscle below you. He held you up with his tongue, helping you lay on the small pile of blankets that he placed at the top of his hoard for you.
“Are you okay, my little human?” he asked, tongue moving back int his mouth.
“More.”
Even only the one word was too much for you to say, the need taking over your form completely. He chuckled at you, spreading your legs as far as he could. “Good girl.”
His tongue wrapped around your clit, the very tips lightly moving over your bundle of nerves. Whimpers and moans tumbled from your mouth as you gripped the blankets below you. Your body arched into the feeling, grinding itself against the pressure.
He pulled back, swiping his entire tongue over your core and up your belly to your chest. His mouth opened over you, the tips of his teeth resting just above your head. The bottom of his jaw rested a full two feet below the end of your legs, not completely open but slightly.
His tongue flicked over your nipples before he shoved his tongue back into your folds. One tip of the fork teased your clit as the other dipped into your hole. Another long moan eft your lips as his tongue flicked back and forth as if he was tasting every little bit of you all at once.
“Fuck, Morlach!” you screamed out, your legs closing around his tongue as you were brought to the edge of an orgasm.
His tongue pulled aways as he stood over the top of you. “How badly do you want to be made my mate?”
You whimpered, staring up at him as your body ground against the open air. “More than anything I’ve ever wanted. Make me yours, Morlach.”
He grinned before leaning down and pushing his tongue into your mouth. You sucked on the muscle, doing your best to make him think of your mouth wrapped around his gigantic dragon cock instead. He moaned as one claw carefully started to rub your clit.
He kept the movement of his tongue moving in and out of your mouth, fucking your throat, as he did everything he could to make you cum. Your body shook and twitched as you moaned around the tongue. Choking sounds and gags had your throat clenching around him.
You felt your throat open up further as your vision went blank white as he pushed you over the edge. His tongue pulled out as you screamed out in pleasure, his name echoing off the walls repeatedly as your body began to relax.
When you came back to reality, your body still shaking, Morlach was licking up the juices from his claw and your core. His eyes moved to you as you grinned up at him. Your face was pink and warm as the pleasure began to ease.
“Are you sure you want to try to take my cocks, jewel?” he whispered softly.
Nodding, you reached up to motion for him to come down so you could kiss him. Your tongues pressed together before he pulled back. He reached down, rubbing over the sheath where his cocks were hidden. He held it apart, letting his hardened dicks push their way out, his own slick and precum drenching the lengths.
He hummed in appreciation for finally letting it come out in front of you. He had been having to fuck the pillows and blankets that smelled like you for the past few weeks once you left. It would have raised questions if he had ever let anyone besides you in his room without permission. Luckily, he was also smart enough to wash those blankets before you came over.
Your eyes scanned over the lengths, waiting impatiently for the several feet of cocks to move out of the sheath. The two heads twitched as the dragon looked over you. He expected fear, terror, and an amount of amazement at his size, the entirety of his twelve-inch cocks hanging below his belly.
You looked up at him, letting out a breath. “All of you, Morlach. I said I wanted all of you.”
He frowned, his scaled body shrinking in on itself. “This is all of me.”
Your head cocked to the side, staring at the twelve inches of each cock in front of you. “What?”
He grew soft, the two heads flopping down before slowly moving back into the sheath. “What the fuck do you mean ‘what’?” He growled, anger building once again “I am a mighty dragon with mighty dragon’s cocks!”
Biting back a giggle at his outrage at your confusion, you stepped toward him. “I don’t mean it like that, I just. . . .” A long huff left your lips. How in the hell were you supposed to explain that the orc that took your virginity or the minotaur you had broken up with before this dragon were both a lot longer than him. He was thicker than anything that you had before, but you knew that with some work, he would still fit in both of your holes. You needed to lie, even if it would hurt him even more later to hear the truth. “I just thought you might be carrying more than that, and that you were hiding some from me. I know how much you didn’t want to hurt me.”
Telling the truth would only make him feel shame and you still wanted his two cocks filling you, never having felt that before. Besides, it had to be better since you knew you were his mate and you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anyone else you had ever dated.
He sighed, leaning his head down and nuzzling your bare chest. “Oh,” he breathed out. “I thought you were mocking me. I’m actually bigger than most dragons in the area. My ex said that I was too big for her and you’re a small little human so I was so worried and scared.”
You kissed the top of his snout before licking over the scales. “I’m so sorry, my strong dragon. But I know I can take your cocks, I want to.”
He nodded and moved back. “You’ll need to help me get hard again.”
If a dragon could blush, he would be blushing so much. You grinned, walking underneath your beautiful dragon and stopping right under the sheath that held his perfect lengths. You reached up, carefully rubbing over it, your dragon beginning to lower himself to let you.
You pulled him down further, your tongue running over the slick that was dripping from it from before. You moaned at the salty and somehow spicy taste. He had mentioned that dragons with fire breath always had a touch of spice to their cum. He had explained that each breath type of dragon had different tastes. It was something you were more than curious about and now fell in love with.
“You taste so fucking good,” you moaned, your tongue delving into the sheath.
Morlach moaned above you, his claws digging into the coins and jewels below. His body moved closer to you, making your entire face press against the very large sheath. He moaned at that pressure, one of the heads pushing out slightly.
Your tongue reached out, licking over the little slit and tasting him more than before. A whine left you as your lips wrapped around the heads. Sucking on it, you pushed a few fingers through the opening of the sheath to grip the other one to stroke it. They stretched out of the sheath, the one in your mouth doing its best to force itself into your mouth, instead pushing you down to the ground.
A long moan vibrated the head in your mouth as you brushed the other head against your chest. Your dragon moaned out as well, his body thrusting down into you. Your body was opening, ready for just one cock to breach your dripping holes. He was large, only half of the cock in your mouth able to fit before you gagged, but you didn’t mind.
“Fuck,” your dragon roared, pulling slowly from your throat. “I can’t wait to stretch your tiny form around my cocks.”
You whimpered and nodded, silently begging even if he couldn’t see you. Your arousal spoke for you easily. It was beginning to drip down your thighs and down your ass. A finger moved down your body, dipping down to start rubbing your clit impatiently.
“Tell me you are ready, my jewel. I need to make sure you’re okay with this,” Morlach growled out.
A moan fell from you, your fingers moving faster over your swollen nerves. “Yes, please!”
He chuckled at the scream, his cocks twitching. “Both of them, or only one?”
“Start with one, please,” you whimpered, your hips moving up to get closer to the beautiful cocks above you.
The dark pink lengths throbbed at your words. A claw wrapped around both at once as he moved to pick her up with the other hand. “Mmm, we will have to figure this out together since you’re so small.”
You rolled over in his clawed hand. Face pressed to his scales, you put your ass up into the air. Both of your holes opened to him. “Whatever you need to do, just please. . . . I need you.”
Morlach moved you closer, using the hand around his cocks to guide one to your entrance. The tip of the top head pressed against your folds. Your hands immediately reached back to open yourself as much as possible for him. Thrusting lightly, he rubbed himself through the folds to soak himself as much as he could with your slick.
After a few moments of just slow rocking back and forth to torture you, your dragon pressed the head of his first cock to your hole. Your hips rolled back instinctively, forcing the head inside. Both of you moaned out, the rattling of coins and jewels moving down the pile from the volume.
“You’re so fucking tight.” The dragon above you, his yellowed belly moved as he began to push the girth of his hardened cock further into you.
The other of his lengths rubbed along the crease of your ass. Another long moan left you as you pushed back, trying to get him to fill you. His claw under you flexed, doing its best to not squish you in its grip as he pressed into you further.
Thundering footsteps brought you to the bed where he set you down. He lowered completely to be able to rut into you better. His claws buried into the shiny jewels and coins below you, each one lovingly polished by him the moment he could. They wrapped under you, pulling you closer to him.
He began to truly rut into you, pushing in all the way before pulling out only a little bit before pushing back in. The strength of each thrust only pushed you both deeper into the mountain of his bank’s hoard. His body and wings protected you from the weight of it all falling around and on top.
You moaned and screamed as his thick cock reached to your cervix and pounded it. The other cock was still rubbing over your ass and part of you wished you had all of him inside you. Your hand reached back to grip the cock that was outside of you and pressed it against the rim of your ass. You almost screamed as with the next thrust, it was buried it completely inside of you, stretching you open almost immediately
“Fuck!” you screamed as he stopped, fully buried within you. The strongest orgasm you had ever had made you spasm and clench around him.
A long loud growl left him as fire heated the vault for a short period. He took deep breaths before beginning to move again. You tried to move onto your hands, but strength had left you completely as drool fell down your face to drip onto your bed.
His cocks pounded into you as hard as he could let himself fuck into you. He moaned and let out more fire as his cocks twitched and throbbed within you. You felt the heat of cum spilling into you as your boyfriend slowed his thrusts to keep himself buried as deep within you as he possibly could.
You rocked back and forth slightly, wanting to pull as much from him as possible. He moaned out, whimpering slightly as the oversensitivity overtook him. He kept himself buried deep, his head falling to pant into the mountain of money.
“Are you going to pull out?” you forced out, still feeling your orgasm-ruined body holding your strength back.
He huffed, pushing himself further within you as he softened within your gummy walls. “No.”
Whimpering, you let yourself collapse completely. You needed to be able to roll over and relax. You wanted to stretch out and take care of your aching bones and muscles so you could move the next day. He scooped you up, rolling onto his back to let you rest on top of him, still plug with his cocks.
“I can’t believe you took all of me,” he cooed, moving your sweat and drool-soaked hair out of the eyes.
“I’ve had bigger,” you teased, not fully able to control your blissed-out mind to mouth interactions.
His body stiffened below you as a growl began to grow within his chest. “What?”
Panic began to grow within you, but you knew it needed to come out eventually. “I know you are a mighty dragon, and you have definitely proved that by how well I’ve just been fucked.”
“Get to the point!” he growled, a claw pushing onto your stomach.
“You aren’t as large as I expected, but I definitely didn’t expect two cocks. My exes were both longer than you, but neither of them was as thick. Not even the knot of the orc was as thick as you.”
He growled, his cocks pulling out of you. “Sleep, I have a witch to visit.”
“What? Morlach, don’t go!” you gripped his clawed finger as he set you on your bed.
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He sighed, moving back towards the bed. Now that he had the room, all he needed to do was get home and pack a bag. It would have been much smarter to do that beforehand, but he was rather impatient. Besides, the Prestley’s would not be home so he would be able to dodge the banshees.
When he walked back down the stairs, his eyes connected to the orc he had seen the day before. The escort was leaning against the hotel desk, grinning with the Tiefling woman there. The angel pulled his wings as close to his back as possible as he moved through to the door.
The orc glanced at him, smiling softly before turning back to the woman. Greyson did his best to ignore the heat that was starting to color his cheeks. Head down, he spread his wings and lifted himself into the sky.
Flying was something that wasn’t illegal but was mostly frowned upon. The dragons that found their nest on top of the buildings usually did their best to make sure that no one could see where their children and eggs rested.
He kept fairly low as he made his way to his apartment. He very quickly got his things together, enough clothes for about four nights at the hotel. Next, was the flight back. It was just as swift, but he felt like it took forever.
He hoped that the orc was still at the hotel, looking for a new client. It would be a mistake to get into bed with an escort, especially when he was a man that had to uphold the law. Creating a scandal would definitely get the firm more publicity, but not the right kind of publicity.
Greyson stepped into the hotel, finding the lobby empty. He let out a small breath before stepping to the elevator. The doors opened to show only one creature inside.
Bright pink covered Greyson’s face as he moved inside, trying to keep his wings from taking up too much space. The gigantic orc smirked softly, stretching his chest and shoulders to make sure he lightly bumped into the wings of the celestial creature.
“Sorry,” August coughed out, biting back a small laugh. The angel turned an even brighter shade of pink from the slightest touch. “What floor, feathers?”
Greyson stiffened, turning to the creature he knew was an escort. “That’s offensive.”
“Sorry,” August mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
The angel rolled his eyes, carefully leaning over to press the button for his floor. “Whatever.”
August sighed, turning toward the angel with a charming smile. “You’re the first angel I’ve met.”
Greyson turned, letting his glowing sky blue eyes run over the orc’s face. He sighed and tugged a hand through his perfectly styled hair. “I guessed that.”
“What’s a handsome celestial like you doing in a hotel like this?” the orc stepped closer to him, enjoying the color that kept warming his cheeks.
“Working.”
August’s head cocked to the side. “Working? Are you an escort?”
Greyson’s face went completely red. “What? No!”
The orc nodded, smiling up at him still. “I didn’t think so. You look too innocent to be one.”
The orc nodded, smiling up at him still. “I didn’t think so. You look too innocent to be one.”
The angel scoffed, finally turning to look at the orc. Somehow, the orc still had a few inches of height on him. It was strange that he ever met anyone that could even compete with his tall form. The orc, however, was much larger than he was.
“You aren’t going to ask how I know that?” August pouted playfully, reaching out and running his fingers down the angel’s chest.
Greyson couldn’t help it as he leaned into the touch. “N-no.”
“Smart angel,” he hummed out. “Want some company for a bit?”
Greyson stared up at the escort, his eyes scanning over his lips and tusks. He had always wondered what it would be like to have tusks dig into his cheeks as he was being kissed. He took a deep breath and nodded. Only half of his brain was functioning properly, and it was the half that hated always feeling alone.
The orc grinned, pulling the angel against his chest. He ran his hands up the angel’s back, carefully avoiding the wings. “Can’t wait to help you fall further from grace, angel boy.”
The orc shook his head, turning to the angel. “You wear that suit a lot better than most of the men I’ve seen in suits around here.”
Greyson chuckled and walked toward the couch. He stretched out his wings, letting them flutter lightly before sitting down. His hands ran through his hair as he looked over at the orc. The creature smirked before moving and sitting next to him.
“Am I your first escort?” August asked, letting his fingers run up his client’s leg.
Nodding, Greyson took a small breath. Nerves began to bubble up in his stomach as he looked at the orc. August smiled softly, letting his tongue trace over his tusk.
“We’ll go slow then, angel. I’m August.”
Greyson did his best not to show the way the orc’s voice was starting to affect him. He took a small breath and nodded back, letting himself relax. “Greyson.”
August smirked, moving his hand to cup the angel’s face. He pulled the angel closer, connecting their lips. Greyson melted into it, letting his hands move to the orc’s shoulder and neck. They moved into each other, pressing their chests together to get closer. Greyson moaned into the kiss as August’s tusks pushed roughly against his cheeks.
The orc took that moment to run his tongue over the angel’s lips and into his mouth. They both groaned as the orc lifted the angel pulling him onto his own lap. The orc ran his hands up the lawyer’s back, pulling him flush to his chest.
Greyson whined before he rocked his hips against the orc. The angel whimpered as rough fingers rubbed against the part of his back where his wings sprouted. A shiver moved down his spine as he leaned further into the large orc.
“Fuck,” August groaned out as Greyson tugged at his hair. “Keep doing that.”
Greyson smirked, still grinding into the orc’s large cock. “Doing what?”
Moaning out, the orc let his tusks dig into the angel’s cheeks a little rougher than he meant to. “I’m going to fucking destroy you, angel.”
A long moan fell from Greyson’s lips as he pulled back from the orc’s touch and kiss. “Are you sure you can handle me?”
The orc smirked, standing, his arms easily holding the angel up. Greyson turned bright red, letting his legs wrap around the creature. He bit back a chuckle as the orc walked around the coffee table to the bedroom.
“This is really a nice place,” August grunted softly, dropping the angel on the bed. “Strip.”
Greyson stared up at the orc, his stomach beginning to turn again. He had never done anything like that before. He hadn’t even slept around before his last partner. All he knew was that he was lonely. A lot lonelier than he had been since he ended things with his ex.
The orc waited, his eyes beginning to soften. There was always something obvious about the people that hadn’t paid for an escort before. Most of them were nervous, scared of getting caught. Others were overly cocky, pretending like they had paid for services multiple times before.
“Take your time,” August stepped back, leaning against the dresser.
Greyson nodded and took a deep breath. “Sorry, I don’t really ever do anything like this. Especially not with an escort.”
The orc nodded, smiling softly. “That’s alright. I’m a patient man.”
The angel breathed softly and looked down at his hands. His wings fluttered and stretched as he started to pull his jacket off, folding his wings out of them. He stood, walking toward the handsome orc that was watching him. The man stared at him as he looked at him with a small smile.
“Feel better?” the orc asked softly. His hand ran through his hair before he reached toward the angel’s chest.
Greyson breathed out softly, gripping the orc’s face and pulling him close. His tongue ran over the orc’s tusks before pressing his lips against them. Their lips moved together as the orc ran his hands over the angel’s wings. He teased the feathers, moans and whimpers falling from Greyson’s mouth.
The orc slowly began unbuttoning the white shirt that clung to the lawyer’s chest. He slowly pulled it off, watching as the young angel cringed lightly. His eyes closed as the orc let his own eyes move down the angel’s chiseled torso. He was perfectly sculpted, as if whatever god created him carved him from stone.
Then his eyes stopped. Cuts, scrapes, bruises, scars. Every type of injury he could think of lined the angel’s torso. There was even an old burn mark. “What happened to you?”
Greyson clenched his eyes tight as he let his teeth dig into his lip. “Nothing. It’s nothing. This was a mistake. Sorry.”
The angel began to pull his shirt back together, buttoning it back up. The orc stopped him, hands lightly pressed against his abs. “No, it is not a mistake. You’re beautiful.”
Greyson’s eyes moved to the side, not making eye contact. “No, I can’t-“
The orc nodded, stepping back. “Okay, I’ll go. But just so you know, I’ll be downstairs at the bar, if you change your mind. I don’t mind being careful.”
August took a deep breath and looked over at the door. He sighed before walking toward it, slowly making his way. Greyson let out a small breath, his mind running with all of the things that he wanted to do. He wanted to feel loved, as if he hadn’t been horribly treated by the last man he slept with. A prostitute could at least play at that.
“Wait!” Greyson called out, his voice cracking slightly. “Wait.”
August turned around, smiling at the man. His lips pressed into a smile before he walked over the angel. His arms wrapped around the angel, tugging him closer. Taking a deep breath the angel fell into the orc’s chest.
“Treat me like you love me, please,” Greyson begged, his cheeks hot as he stared past the escort.
The orc smiled, pulling the angel as close as possible. His fingers gripped Greyson’s chin, pulling him so they could make eye contact. Their lips crashed together as the orc lifted the angel. Legs wrapped around torso, the orc walked them over to the bed. He dropped the angel lightly, smiling.
He walked over, starting to pull the shirt off his chest. Greyson started to pull his off as well and smiled softly. He tried not to blush as he started at the broad, perfect form of the orc. The creature in front of him was broad and had muscles that he believed only an orc could have, especially with the how defined they were.
“Stay still, angel,” August hummed, pinning the angel down with one hand on his chest. “Let me admire you.”
The golden eyes of the orc trailed down the scarred and burnt chest of the angel. The pale, almost glowing skin of the creature was smooth and appeared as solid as a rock. However, the moment his finger ran across the crease where the perfectly sculpted six pack sat, the flesh raised with goosebumps. A small chuckle left the tusked mouth before August leaned down, his tongue running over the skin.
He was expecting the salty sweet taste of sweat that he always got from the creatures he teased. This man, though, there was no salt to his skin, only the taste of warm marble and honey. Every race had a slightly different taste to their skin, their sweat, and everything else. But he had never tasted something so heavenly. His cock, if it hadn’t been already hard, would have stiffened just from the taste of the angel underneath him.
Greyson hummed, not remembering the last time someone simply tasted his skin. He wasn’t used to someone treating him with such care or love. He knew he asked for it, but in that moment, and every moment he would spend with the orc on top of him, he would let the illusion take over him. He wanted to be loved, and that orc would allow him to feel as if he truly was.
August glanced up at the man, admiring his bright blue eyes that almost glowed with the light of a mid-morning clear sky. The blonde hair that was perfectly pushed back, styled to perfection as a man in a suit should have their hair, was complimenting the lightly tanned marble skin,
“You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen,” August whispered, letting his tusks and tongue trace up the man’s chest to his neck.
The celestial whimpered, his fingers moving to tug at the curls on the orc’s head. “Can you please-“
“What?” the orc nipped at the point where the neck and shoulders met. “What do you want from your orc, right now, angel?”
Another whimper before Greyson pulled the orc’s face up, pulling him close to his mouth. Their lips connected, tusks digging into cheeks in an almost savage way. Neither of them felt they could get close enough to the other. Their legs tangled, arms wrapped around, gripping flesh and muscles tight. Wings fluttered, pushing them slightly off the bed before wrapping around the orc completely, almost trapping him against the angel.
Feathers tickled across August’s back as he pulled away from the kiss to breathe. It almost killed him, not letting his lips touch the desperation of the man under him. He could see it, see the way his new client wanted to feel the tender but passionate craving of love.
The orc worked his way back down, forcing the wings to slowly pull open to allow the movement. Tongue, lips, and tusks moved down his chest and stomach to reach the edge of the pants. Long, thick fingers slowly worked at the button and zipper as his tongue traced the waistband. His eyes stared up at the angel’s face.
Greyson was looking down at him, one hand moving down to massage the escort’s hair. He whimpered when a rough palm rubbed circles over his cock, teasing him even more. Perfectly applied pressure caused precum to drip from his tip, quickly soaking through his boxers and onto his pants. He whimpered again, trying to hide the embarrassment the warmed his cheeks.
“Fuck,” August whispered, pressing his tongue to the wet spot that formed, licking it up to get a taste. “Gods, that’s the hottest thing.”
Greyson tugged at the orc’s hair, glaring down at him before sitting up, tugging the orc to his knees. “Lay down, big guy.”
“Big guy? You think you get to be in charge, feathers?”
A warning glare turned Greyson’s eyes from a glowing pale blue to a throbbing dark azure as he climbed on top of the orc’s frame. “Lay down.”
August shivered at the deep tone before listening, his back pressing to the soft blanket. He ran his fingers up the sides of Greyson’s six pack before a longue, almost impossible tongue lolled from the angel’s mouth.
“What the fuck?” August whispered, feeling a little bit of drool land on his stomach.
Greyson simply smiled as he let his long drooling tongue trace over the hair on the orc’s chest, running over every inch to get a taste of the monster’s musk. When he finished, he rocked his hips back and forth on August’s thigh. “What, you didn’t know that angels have tongues that long? How did you think we got the truth out of sinners?”
August shook his head, watching the wet spot on the grey suit pants darken and grow. “What do you do, lick them out?”
“I’d show you, but you probably don’t want to spill all your truths to a guy like me. I could use them against you some day. Instead, I’ll show you other ways I enjoy using my tongue.”
August groaned, staring up at the creature. “Do your best, Feathers.”
August Bailey
Race: Orc
Gender: Cis Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 29
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Height: 7'3 (221 cm)
Appearance: swamp green skin with black curly hair and golden eyes. He is bulky and strong, his muscles covered in some pudge to be cuddly
August is someone who found his passion young. He realized that normal jobs weren't for him, instead, he should be doing something a bit different. He enjoys having sex, and enjoys giving others the fun of sex even more. Once he realized that he was one of the more attractive orcs in the area, he knew he could find clients easily. He was still monstrous, but cleaned up well enough. It was an easy and adventurous life, which is all he ever wanted.
His hand ruffled his slowly drying hair as he paid for the cab and walked inside. A drink or two would help calm him down and give him time before his hair was fully dried. Walking inside, he moved to the bar. As he took a seat, he smiled at one of the Tieflings that usually worked there. She waved politely before she turned to her client.
“Hello there, handsome,” the bartender walked over. She squished up her chest as she leaned over the table toward him. “What can I get for you?”
“A whiskey, neat, please,” he smiled at her, not quite using the smile he used for potential clients. She nodded and passed the drink as he slid over the payment. “Thank you, love.”
Blush warmed her cheeks as she moved down the bar to help someone else. His attention quickly moved to find a possible client. It landed on a woman a few years younger than him, still about mid-twenties. She was an obvious trophy wife; one whose husband was on a business trip, and she was looking for a distraction at a bar. He would be surprised if she didn’t go to the hotel bar just to find herself an escort.
He stood, slowly making his way toward the gorgon. His eyes moved over her cleavage, which was enhanced by the lowcut dress that clung to all her curves. Her shoes were tall stilettos that anyone that didn’t have an easy life would never dare to wear.
“Hi there,” August smiled, standing next to the table.
She glanced up, a look of annoyance quickly changing into a flirty smile. Brushing one of the snakes that fell from under her head wrap back into place. “Hi.”
“Would you mind if I joined you?” he asked softly, motioning to the chair across from her.
“I’d rather you just took me upstairs to my room,” her eyes scanned down his body, teeth digging into her bottom lip.
“Do you- “
“Yeah, I can pay, pretty boy. Come on,” she stood, holding her hand out to him. “I’ve been dying for someone as perfect as you to come bug me. I guess all the men in here are too scared to talk to a gorgon who knows what she wants.”
He smiled, following her, his hands landing on her hips as they waited for the elevator. She leaned into his touch, letting her back rest against his chest. His fingers started to draw symbols against the dress, teasing her as the door opened.
The moment the elevator doors closed, and they were alone, she felt him pull her against his center. His hips moved slowly, purposefully. Whimpers left her as she gripped onto the railing to keep herself standing. He knew her knees and legs were going to give out if he did too much more.
“Mmm, ready, princess?” he whispered, letting his lips tickle her ear.
She shuddered, leaning further into him. “Yes.”
He smiled, helping her walk and keeping right up next to her as they walked toward her room. She unlocked it and stepped inside. As soon as the door closed, August picked her up, slamming her into the wall next to them. His tusks pressed to her jaw as he kissed her as roughly as she craved. The whimpers and whines that left her were a level of desperation he had not heard in a long time.
He moved his hands over her body, digging into her skin to pull her closer to him. His lips moved over her jaw to her ear. Soft nibbles and bites made her moan out, fingernails digging into his skin. He hissed before licking and kissing down her neck to her chest.
Lifting her higher, he used one hand to gently pull the zipper of her dress down her back. “What kind of experience would you like tonight?”
“Just fuck me like you haven’t fucked woman in years,” she whimpered, starting to work her dress off of her chest.
His hand reached out, gripping her wrist to stop her. His lips found hers again as he carried her over to the bed, moving to drop her there. A gasp left her as he knelt at the edge. His arms reached out and grabbed her, yanking her to the edge. Slowly, he moved the bottom of her dress up, pushing it up to her thighs.
She watched as his fingers traced over her thighs, rubbing circles and symbols in them as he watched her. Her breathing was getting more ragged. He licked his lips and tusks before moving down to start pressing kisses to her thighs, moving up ever so slowly.
He got closer to her center, letting his tongue leave long licks on the edge of her panties. She gasped, her fingers reaching down to tug at his hair lightly. He moaned as he ran a lick over the center of the soaked lace.
“Fuck,” she whined, letting her hips rock against his tongue as he left it there to taste her.
He chuckled against her before beginning to lick over the fabric, only teasing her as his fingers held her waist. Allowing her to move, he kept to simple licks and kisses. His tusks were used as an advantage, adding that little bit more of a tease to inner thighs. Her hips controlled how fast and rough he pleased her. It wasn’t until he could feel her legs start to shake that he took control, pinning her hips to the ground.
Pulling back, he looked up at her. “You taste so fucking good. Best pussy I’ve ever eaten, princess.”
She whined again, trying to pull his head back down. He chuckled, reaching up instead and pulling the panties down her legs. The moment he dug back in, his tongue moved inside of her, his mouth sucking on her lips, trying his best to show her how much he enjoyed eating her out.
It was all for her benefit, he had eaten a lot of different women out. None of them ever stood out as better than any other, unless one was absolutely horrid. Those were the times he did not take his time with his mouth and instead moved quickly with his hands to wear her out before he had to risk an infection of some sort.
With the gorgon in front of him, he wanted to take his time. Something about the desperation in her tone and urgency that she had getting him up to the room told him that she hadn’t had good sex in a long time. If he teased her and made her fall apart enough times, he would be able to get a good tip, and possibly a new regular client.
She groaned and begged as he continued to fuck her with his tongue just to the edge before pulling back. He moaned and praised her every single time he pulled back. Eventually, she was close to tears, begging for release. He smiled and pressed his fingers inside of her, coaxing the orgasm from her g-spot as his lips wrapped around her clit. His tusks did their part keeping her lips parted while also rubbing them as his mouth opened and closed. He sucked and licked across it until she fell apart, screaming in her release.
When she finally stopped shaking and moaning, he pulled back. His hand stroked his member over his pants as he watched her. He knew that he was good at what he did, or else he would not have gotten to the level he did on his own without a service. He sucked the bit of her off of his fingers as she finally came back to life.
“Holy fuck,” she giggled lightly. “I haven’t cum like that since before I got married.”
He chuckled and walked over to the side of the bed so that he could lean down and kiss her forehead. “Would you like to keep going, princess?”
“Please,” she whimpered reaching toward his crotch.
He smirked and slowly worked his pants open for her. She pulled herself up and wrapped her lips around as much of him as she could, starting to enjoy herself by pleasing him. He groaned and wrapped his fingers through her loose curls and collected them into his hand. He began to thrust his hips, watching as she looked up at him.
Cock throbbing in her mouth, he grunted. It was impossible to not love the way she felt around him. Her mouth was so small compared to his size. Being an orc had its advantages in his line of work. He pulled back before he came, not wanting to spend all of his energy on her mouth and not the cunt he was sure got poorly treated.
“How do you want me to fuck you, princess?” he asked as he pulled her up to her knees.
“However you want, I don’t want to think about it. I just want to be fucked by a man that won’t die of a heart attack while he fucks me.”
He nodded, pulling her against him, their lips forming together easily. She moaned, tugging as his curls. He pulled the dress off of her and easily pulled her bra off. His fingers rolled her nipples around as she started to work at his shirt, getting it off of him.
He moaned as she paused to stroke his cock, her eyes connecting with his. He growled lightly and pulled the shirt off, dropping it on the ground before bending to strip the rest of his clothes off.
Her body fell back with a slight push, and he pulled her hips to meet his. He ran the tip of his long, thick member over her core a few times. Her eyes went pleading as she stared up at him. The silence between them was so thick he almost didn’t want to break it.
A swift thrust had her moaning. The stretch burned since she was used to something that didn’t always get fully hard and when it did, it was not even close to being as big. Her hand ran over her hidden snakes as she felt herself shudder and fall apart just from that. Her snakes let out moans of their own that time.
August smirked, pulling the woman up into his arms as he kissed her. Her legs were hooked over his arms as he walked her to the wall, pressing her against it. His hips snapped back and forth as he fucked her as hard and fast as he could, wanting her to enjoy her time.
All that could be heard in the room was her moans and whimpers, the pleasured hissing of her snakes, and his grunts. He moved her back toward the bed, dropping her there and flipping her onto her knees. A gasp that broke into a moan as he pushed himself back inside in a swift thrust.
He thrusted as hard and fast as he could as he slapped her ass. His fingers left small bruises in her hips as he pulled her back into him as she collapsed face-first into the blankets. Ass still in the air, she moaned and whined as another orgasm blinded her.
August grinned as he started to fuck her the way that he knew would get him off. He continued to thrust into her his hand going around to rub her clit as he continued. The more he got her to cum the better. If he got her addicted to his cock, he would have a great client that had money to burn thanks to her rich husband.
She moaned again as her body continued to shake and quiver. All of her control slipped from her as August felt himself throb and empty deep within her. He moaned and grunted as he leaned down, rutting into her as his lips pressed to her neck.
When he pulled back, he let himself roll off to the side to catch his breath. The woman sighed, curling into the soaked blankets. Her lips pressed together as she looked over at the man.
“You can stay the night here, if you’d like. I wouldn’t mind paying for another round in the morning,” she hummed, letting her finger trace over his bicep.
He took a breath, running his fingers through his curls. “Sounds good to me. Let me catch my breath then I’ll help you get all cleaned up.”
She nodded, yawning slightly. “I don’t think I really care right now.”
August shook his head, slowly rolling out of the bed. “I’ll get a washcloth.”
He spent the next few minutes getting her cleaned up and helping her get comfortable in the bed. After that, he wiped himself down and pulled his underwear back on. It wasn’t a true habit of his to sleep in the same bed as a client, but he knew that he could charge her for more in the morning. She already burned through three hours, which was more than enough to cover the rent for another month.
He fell into the bed and moved close to the woman. “I’m August, by the way.”
Heat coated her cheeks as she looked up at him. “Kate.”
He nodded. “I don’t charge for cuddling unless it turns into fucking. I won’t charge for the sleeping overnight either. I should, but I have a feeling you will want more in the morning.”
“I will,” she smiled.
He grinned as he wrapped an arm over her, tugging her close to him. “Goodnight, Kate.”
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“Good morning, Mr. Moore,” the legal secretary smiled up at him. “The partners are in a meeting in Conference Room A. They have requested that you use Conference Room D for your deposition this morning. They apologize for the change of plans.”
“Thank you, Maggie. I’ll get everything set up, please let me know when they all arrive. I’ll be in the conference room. Will you bring in water when you can?”
The woman nodded back, turning back to the e-mails she had been working on. Greyson stepped into his office, dropping off the extra paperwork he had and grabbing everything else that he needed. His morning was about to be taken up with a lot of talking and possible arguments.
When he stepped back out of his office, a young satyr stood there, smiling sweetly. “Good morning, Mr. Moore.”
He smiled back, letting his shoulders relax. “Ms. Lillian, how can I help you this morning?”
“Walk and talk?” she motioned for him to lead her to his destination. “There’s been an issue contacting your witness.”
“What?” his steps stuttered for a moment before he moved forward again.
“I received a phone call this morning from the opposing attorney. The deposition has been cancelled. The witness has been taken into custody for drug possession with intent to sell. They were caught at the club. Charges were dropped against your client.”
“Really? Where’s the documentation of this information? I need to make sure this is true,” he turned around, moving back toward his office.
“Slow down, Greyson,” Ms. Lillian grabbed his arm lightly. “The documentation is on the way. The witness would like you to be their lawyer, his family is on the way to try to convince you.”
He shook his head, looking down at his hands. “I won’t be meeting them. I need to call my client, inform him of the good news. I’ll let you know if I need anything. Thank you, Ms. Lillian.”
The woman nodded, her hooves clomping a little noisier than normal through the hall. Greyson let out a small sigh before moving into his office. The entirety of his day just opened, leaving him to review the other cases he had in order to move them up in his timeline. Calls and e-mails took up all of the time that the deposition would have.
Only the alarm on his phone made him look away from his work. Not everyone needed an alarm to remind them to take a lunch break, but Greyson was the kind of angel that delved deep into his work. He never took breaks or vacations, instead focusing solely on his career. It was Ms. Lillian that made him set an alarm to remind him to eat lunch. She was always making sure that he was taken care of.
He dropped the casefile he was reading on his desk and stood. There were a few restaurants around that he was quite interested in trying but never had the time to. He didn’t have any other appointments for the day – he had planned for the deposition to be the focus and even afterwards to go through the notes once again.
Opting to walk to a nearby restaurant, he left his briefcase in his office. There was no reason that he should read through more cases in a public place when he was just going to eat quickly and not do anything else. His lips pressed into a thin line as he stopped in front of a hotel restaurant. The partners had lunches with clients there quite a bit, but he had never thought to go somewhere so expensive with his lower-level clients.
“Splurging on myself every once in a while, is alright,” he coaxed himself. Treating himself to fancy things besides his clothes and apartment was never something that he was good at.
With a stern nod to himself he stepped into the restaurant. He waited to be seated, smiling at the host as he was led to a table. After ordering himself water to drink, he looked over the menu. The food was much more expensive than he expected, but that wasn’t a concern he was truly facing.
Once he had something decided, his eyes moved through the area around him. A few people sat at the bar, drinking away their possible troubles. There were a few that mingled through the entire bar, all dressed in either suits or dresses. His eyes fell onto one creature that caught his eye.
A tall orc with raven curls walked up to an elven woman that was at the bar. His tight pants and shirt emphasized his perfectly sculpted form. Greyson couldn’t help but watch as the orc leaned against the bar, smiling charmingly at the woman. Dimples formed in the orc’s cheeks as he talked, reaching out to run his finger over her hair then down her arm.
It was far too obvious what the man did for work. Escorts, as it was much more polite to call them than the alternative, were commonly found throughout the restaurants around the businesses in the middle of the city. There was always someone willing to buy company with all the lonely businessmen that liked to get drinks after work.
His eyes still followed that orc, wanting to know if he could hook the elf that was wearing a rather large ring on her finger. She shook her head, turning the escort down as he thanked her for her time and moved on. His next target looked to be a rakshasa at the other end of the bar. Greyson’s interest was once again piqued.
Finding an orc as handsome as the one he was watching being into both men and women was rare, let alone the difference in species. It probably opened a lot more opportunities in his line of work, but it was still an oddity that he knew of. The need to watch him work was only growing in Greyson. Seeing someone flirt and try to hook an older elf, then immediately turn and try to hook a rakshasa would be an interesting thing to watch.
The body language of the escort changed. He looked more like the type to cause a fight, to maybe fight his client on the orders he was given. It was almost a cat and mouse game between the two, both seeing who was going to falter first.
“Are you ready to order?” the waiter walked over, smiling down at Greyson, interrupting his view.
“Yes, please,” he smiled, trying not to let his annoyance show too much. He ordered and quickly tried to find the escort once again.
The very attractive orc was not in the same spot, the rakshasa he was speaking with was also gone. Greyson shook his head, bemused at how easy it was for the escort to win the man over. It had to be a very practiced move to convince someone to pay for his services.
The lawyer shook his head again, trying to put the negative thoughts he had been thinking of the rakshasa that gave in. He was lonely, always left to himself unless working. Even then, he always had the loneliness eating at him. Something in him realized that if his entire life was that way, or if he ever hit too low of a point, he could also turn to paying someone to love him. If it only lasted a couple of hours, it would still help him get through the day.
He ate his food, barely paying attention to the people around him. When he got up to head back to work, he watched as the escort and the rakshasa that bought him walked back into the restaurant. Glancing at his watch, he saw that the men were only gone for about forty-five minutes.
Shaking his head, he left. It was time to get back to work. There were files upon files to go through before he could go home. The best part was that he was still getting paid even though the deposition and that whole case was dropped. The partners at the firm were never happy when a case was dropped unless there was a huge payout involved.
There was a lot of money to make up from losing that case and he needed to do it as quickly as possible. It wasn’t his fault, but it was still something that the partners would be impatient with.
He sat down at his desk, a couple of memos on the edge of it from Ms. Lillian. According to the notes, the partners were upset at the situation and not at him. That was a good sign – the last person who lost a case that same way was told to either make up the money within a month or they would no longer be anything but an intern. The partners were not the most understanding people when they didn’t like someone.
Taking a deep breath, he sat down and started to roll the sleeves of his shirt up. A couple of hisses of pain left him as he brushed over the bruises and cuts that were there. His eyes closed as he tried not to let himself make too much noise from the pain. The moment his sleeves were in place where he wanted them, he stretched his neck.
He got through several files before finding the one that would be his focus for a few weeks. It wasn’t as high of a profile case as the DJ, but it was still something that would help make up the money. He breathed out softly before standing from his desk and making his way out to Ms. Lillian’s desk.
The blond satyr was filing her nails as she spoke on the phone, telling a client that the partners had full schedules for the next few weeks. She smiled up at Greyson before trying to hurry the phone call along. The moment she was able to hang up, she turned her full attention to him.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Moore?”
“I’m looking into a new case. I need to do some basic research on a hotel. It seems like the plaintiff works there and is suing a coworker for an injury.” Greyson explained. “The plaintiff is on medical leave and the defendant is still working. I just need to see if I can find a witness or two.”
The woman nodded, “What hotel? I can probably expense a night or two there for you, since it’s for a case.”
“It’s a higher profile case, so I’d rather do it on my own time, so no one tries to steal it from me. I’ll make sure to expense it afterwards if I get any information. If not, I don’t want to waste the company money, not after what just happened with my last case.”
She nodded, smiling. “Then what do you need?”
“Can you get me the address please? Maybe also any information that you can find on the plaintiff.”
“Of course. I’ll e-mail it to you the moment I have anything you can use.”
“Thank you, Ms. Lillian. I appreciate your help. I’ll be in the office doing some work on a case I have for court tomorrow.”
She nodded, waving him off to get work.
Greyson took his seat, lifting a bottle of water to his lips as he started reviewing the case. It was something that he had to do, but did not want to. The case was quite boring, a low-level one that was going to be easy to win in court. There was a lot of proof that his client did not do anything illegal.
Ms. Lillian walked in a while later, setting a sticky note on the desk for him. She also set down a rocks glass with a bit of scotch in it for him. Once the main part of the day was over, all the lawyers within the firm were allowed a small amount of alcohol.
“The partners left the office for a celebration. They just signed a new client today and won’t be back until tomorrow,” she breathed out softly.
“Thank you, Ms. Lillian. I’ll be finishing up this file then heading out. I have to find a witness or two and then get some sleep,” he sighed out, lifting the scotch to his lips.
“Of course. Let me know if you need anything.”
He smiled softly and nodded, turning back to the file.
Greyson Moore
Race: Angel
Gender: Not Applicable to Angels
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 632 (equivalent to mid-to-late 20s)
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Height: 6'2 (188 cm)
Appearance: marbled tan skin with golden wavy hair and sky-blue glowing eyes. white feathered wings accompany his humanoid form
Biblical form: TBD
Greyson is an openly gay lawyer who has been cut off from his family and all friends due to his lifestyle and a previous boyfriend. He just wants to feel like he has a real place in the world. Someone out there has to appreciate him. He won't stop until he finds that someone.
