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At the height of his age, other dwarves would have already retired from the action. Krall had a life back home, little dwarves to call his own, a real wife to warm his bed. All would have been the perfect time to rest if he hadn't become so restless, to the point that his wife looked out for his old human companions to send the dwarf packing into a new adventure. And then there was the beautiful fairy in front of him, their eyes shining with a chaotic energy, the type that matched Krall's constant hunger for sex. He pushed his barrell chest forward, showing off his hung cock (something quite impressive for a dwarf his height) while the other one lied right to his face. "When it comes to getting me naked, it's either you or Balthus, and that bloody priest is too drunk to do this now." Krall walked towards Holden, one hand holding onto his thigh as soon as he could reach it, opening it and pulling him to the edge of the root he was sitting on. "Besides, I think you did this because you really wanted to have a good feel of my cock. Or maybe just sniff my clothes, you dirty little fae."

Holden's blue eyes widened as the dwarf approached him confidently and imposingly. He moistened his lower lip as he observed the other man from head to toe: stocky, strong body, dark skin, the attitude and appearance that had always captivated the fairy, and finally, that large, fat dick pointed in his direction. "Okay, you won" Holden shook his head with a mischievous grin as he retrieved Krall's clothes hidden behind him, he bit his lower lip as he felt the hand against his thigh and then cast a devious glance at the other man's face "Well, since you're naked, it's only fair that I get naked too?" He snapped his fingers, instantly causing all his clothes to fall off his body and appear in the same pile as Krall's "Come on, don't get mad at me" he pouted as his hand moved down to rub the dwarf's belly.

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Fairies of all kinds had followed the King there, to receive the dragon. So when the enormous beast moved around, blowing wind to help with Oberon's boat, several smaller creatures that seemed like little stars blinking over the meadow, were blown away far, their little voices a high pitch of indignation. Those were lower ranks fairies, but fairies nonetheless. And this made Oberon frown at the dragon again before releasing his own multi-colored butterfly wings and stepping out of the boat once it reached the land. He was as tall as a man, so he was almost as tall as the human version of Touga. "That it will, my Lord." He cleared his throat, eyes wandering from head to toe, checking every bit of the dragon's human form. "A far away land? Hm. I have heard of dragons such as you. I even know some that don't have wings like the ones that rule this land. Or ruled. I believe they have been asleep again for a few centuries now." His eyes had stopped lower from Touga's beautiful face. Much lower. Right down to his bulge. When he noticed what he was looking at, Oberon turned his attention away, but there was no hint of guilt or shame. Instead, a little bit of mischief gleaned in his eyes. "If you don't mind telling me about it over a glass of our good honeyed drinks, my court and I will be excited to hear of different lands."

"Thank you in advance for your hospitality, Your Majesty" he said with a forced smile as the fairy approached him, he also gave the king a light pat on the head since even in their human forms, Touga was still noticeably taller. "Yes, you are correct, the dragons where I come from don't have wings, in fact, I've never seen a dragon with wings except in illustrations in books" He nodded and scratched the back of his neck "A dragon with wings is still a strange concept to me". He shrugged as he began to walk alongside the fairy monarch and his entourage, he could already see the sumptuous palace in the distance, so it wouldn't be a long walk, but the muddy ground would be an obstacle. He noticed the redhead's gaze over him from head to toe, but he allowed it to linger until he cleared his throat "Excuse my rudeness agin, my name is Touga" He smirked "And I will be more than happy to answer all your questions once I have a glass of sweet drink between my fingers."

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"You're so full of my cock, babe." Aidan whispered. One arm wrapped across Evan's wide chest, holding him up so his back stayed pressed against Aidan's chest. The other wrapped around his stomach.

"Only daddy can fill me up properly with his fat cock" he groaned as he pressed his inner walls against his lover's dick

At the Satyr's words, the man took the other's hand to sign the first couple letters of his name against the open palm. "W I L L", he spelled out, the signs of each letter practically obvious as they were basic shapes made with his fingers. Then, he pointed at himself, as if introducing himself, then pointed at Dante's chest before signing the letters against his palm. "D A N T E", the curling of his fingers on the A and E wasn't as obvious as the rest of the letters, but he made sure to go slowly so it was easier to understand. Just now he wished he had brought something to write— perhaps he could use the stone knife to scribble things on the ground, but he didn't think it was necessary. »You« he began to sign, slowly again, »sleep« palms together, mimicking a pillow »here?« Will signed to the ground, brows up quizzically, as if asking the other if this place was his home.

"Yes, you understood correctly" Dante nodded as soon as the other man finished spelling, but he didn't have much time to rest his train of thought because he soon saw that Will had started gesturing. They were obvious and simple signs that the satyr easily deciphered. "Do I sleep here? Well, not in this exact spot, but I have a hut here in the forest" he replied, then shrugged "Most of the time I'm naked" he let slip, but then looked at the simple loincloth he wore around his waist "Not that I'm wearing much right now" he chuckled "Unlike you" he said, touching the sleeve of the human's clothing. "Judging by the clothes and what I saw you gathering…" the male scratched his chin thoughtfully "I think you're some sort of healer or priest, am I right?"

"All yours, Evan." Aidan said, refusing to move. "Fuck yourself with it. You know you need it.

Evan glanced back briefly and smirked at Aidan through the shoulders before beginning to grind sensually against the heavy cock, maing his fat butt jiggle to his boyfriend's delight. "Dominate me, daddy..." he pleaded as the other man's glans made its way into his hole.