Responsibilities

A knock at Rinol's door interrupted his work on the report he'd been finishing, detailing his and Isoli's recent adventures in Segovia. They had returned to Ysfalnae only a few days previous and High Priestess Minala had ordered the two of them to take a couple days to rest and recover.

Now Rinol found himself in his new office, a spacious room with a large wooden desk, a sofa and a mostly empty bookshelf against one wall. There were no rugs on the stone floor or decorations on the wall and the curtains needed to be cleaned, but still, it felt surreal to have this new space in the temple, an office for the Green of Temple Berezia. Which Rinol now was. Even though the ceremony had been weeks ago, the mantle didn't feel real yet.

He called out, absently, "Come in."

The door opened. He had a meeting scheduled with the prefect of the new batch of paladin initiates, a young woman named Rhian. She'd been at the temple for less than a year but had quickly proven herself to be a valued member of Garalie's Chosen.

He looked up as the door closed, blinking in surprise. It was not a darkskinned young woman coming towards him, but a paleskinned, blondehaired woman wearing a simple green dress. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with amusement. Black dragon scales adorned one side of her face and her right hand had the appearance of a dragon's claw, blackscaled, talons sharp and pointed.

"Isoli," he said, unable to stop the smile from forming on his face. His spirits lifted at the sight of the woman he loved, but today wasn't any anniversary or holiday. Suspicion flared in his mind. "What are you doing here?"

His lover shrugged, grinning. "Thought I'd come visit you on your lunch break."

He glanced out the window. The sun wasn't near the horizon, but neither was it overhead. "It's well past lunchtime, dear."

"Oh, well then, lucky for you, I'm still hungry," Isoli replied, coming around his desk and sliding into his lap.

He sucked in a breath as her warmth washed over him. Isoli always felt so warm, a gift of her draconic heritage as much as her scales and powerful magics were. The sultry drip of her voice, though, was all Isoli.

Rinol leaned forward, touching their forehead together. "I have a meeting soon," he said.

"But I've been bored all day," she whined.

He rolled his eyes, laughing. "The house needs cleaning. And my armor needs oiling. And we need to go to the market—"

"That's all boring," Isoli cut in. "And I already went to the market. Not all of us have fancy, important jobs at temples, you know." She rolled her hips and Rinol's cock stiffened in his pants at the feel of her, the heat of her. "I can think of something far more entertaining."

Rinol swallowed. He wanted to give in to her temptations. Gods, did he want to give in. He'd never been very good at denying Isoli what she wanted, especially when it came to sex.

Reluctantly, though, he placed his hands on her hips, stilling her gentle rocking. "I can't, love. I do actually have a meeting soon and I can't have you distracting me."

"I won't distract you," she protested. "I'll sit on the couch and be all prim and proper, as befitting the mistress of the Green."

Rinol frowned, slipped a hand beneath the hem of her skirt. As he suspected, she was bare and wet. "You came here to seduce me," he accused.

Isoli didn't seem ashamed in the slightest. She grinned, rolling her hips against the tips of his fingers. "Only a little."

"Isoli," he warned, then another knock interrupted him. He pushed her off him, hissing, "Gods damnit, Isoli. Just wait a few minutes, all right?" He started to rise to open the door—and put a little bit of distance between himself and his minx of a lover.

But Isoli had other plans. She shoved him back into his chair and murmured, "I'll be good," then crouched down and shuffled under his desk.

"What are you doing?" he hissed at her.

The knock came again, then a voice said, "Paladin Green? May I come in?" Rhian, the prefect, his next meeting for the day, before he would meet with Toredor, the temple servitor, and give him his report on Segovia.

Isoli giggled, then called out, doing an impressive imitation of Rinol's voice, "Come in!"

Rinol's eyes widened, unsure what to do. The door cracked open and Rhian walked in.

Fuck, Rinol thought, forcing a pleasant smile to his face. He leaned forward on his elbows, hoping Rhian wouldn't notice anything out of the ordinary and, more importantly, that Isoli wouldn't make any noise. Explaining why his lover was in his office was one thing. Explaining why she was hiding under his desk was another entirely.

"Rhian, what can I do for you?" Rinol said.

"Thank you, Green." The young half-elvish woman took a seat across from him. She couldn't have been much older than twenty, though it was always a little difficult to tell the age of those with elvish heritage. Rhian's dark skin and kinky hair set her apart, however, from the typical shades of white skin most commonly found among the elvish of Ysfalnae. She'd come from somewhere south, though Rinol couldn't recall exactly where, and joined the ranks of paladin initiates a little over a year ago.

"Please, just Rinol is fine."

Rhian blushed, then continued awkwardly: "I—I wanted..." She trailed off, her cheeks darkening further.

"What's the matter?" Rinol asked gently. Rhian was a promising initiate and had quickly proven herself to be popular among the temple staff, earning her cadre's support enough to be named prefect. If she was struggling, Rinol wanted to help her.

"I've... I've been struggling lately, Green. With my responsibilities. I know Garalie teaches us to not let our responsibilities consume our lives but between my duties as prefect and training to become a paladin of Garalie, I've been... it's just been hard."

Rhian wasn't telling Rinol everything, that much was obvious, but it was equally clear she was overwhelmed. Rinol's heart went out to her. He remembered leaving home, joining a temple. He too had felt overwhelmed and out of place.

He smiled in what he hoped was a comforting way, and said, "Rhian—" then choked on his following words. Under the desk, Isoli's hands had begun stroking his crotch, palming him through the stiff fabric of his pants.

You fucking minx, he thought, forcing himself not to react to his lover's ministrations.

He cleared his throat and went on: "Rhian, it's perfectly normal to feel overwhelmed. Do you have family in Ysfalnae?"

The young woman shook her head. "My parents... they didn't want me to join Garalie's Chosen, and..." Rhian continued but Isoli chose at that moment to slip her hand into his fly and begin stroking his cock. He felt himself harden despite everything.

"So... what do you think, Green?" asked Rhian.

"I—uh—" Isoli eased his cock out; he felt her breath ghosting along his shaft. Rinol swallowed and forced a smile to his lips, ignoring his growing arousal. "I understand, Rhian. When I joined the ranks of Garalie's followers, it was the single most frightening thing I'd ever done in my life up to that point. But you know what got me through?"

Rhian shook her head, eyes wide and attentive.

"Friends," and it was—of course—the exact moment Isoli decided to wrap her lips around his cock. The whole of Rinol's lower body clenched at the unexpected—though not unwelcome, if he were to be completely honest—wet heat. He clenched his jaw and forced his smile wider.

Rhian, thank the gods, didn't seem to notice his sudden tension, lost in her own turmoil. "I have friends in the temple."

"I don't mean other initiates, I mean outside the temple." Isoli's tongue lashed at his cockhead and Rinol silently screamed, Gods damn you, woman! "Have you had much of a chance to explore Ysfalnae since you've come here?"

"Only a little," Rhian said shyly. "I'm not—"

"Try going out one night. Invite one of friends along. The temple is meant to support you, help you grow into the person you want to be, not feel like a prison." Isoli's head—slowly, achingly slowly—began to move. Rinol wanted to reach below the desk, tangle his fingers in his lover's hair and pull her as deep as she could go, but instead he laced his fingers together to keep himself still while Isoli tortured him.

Rhian looked doubtful, and Rinol continued: "If I'm being honest, I wouldn't be sitting here if I hadn't made friends outside the temple. And indeed, it's something I'm planning on addressing as the Green." Isoli took him a little deeper. "High Priestess Minala and I have many good friends in various industries and positions around the city and we're planning on... ah... some collaborations." It was a lie, and Minala would certainly have words for him later, but Isoli was nearly halfway down his length and he needed to get Rhian out of his office sooner rather than later. Isoli's chin silently bumped against the edge of his chair. He'd have to scoot forward to let her take him deeper, but with Rhian sitting across from him and Isoli stuffed into the tight confines below him, he couldn't move an inch.

I am going to tie you up and won't let you come for hours, he promised himself, and the mental image of his beautiful, sinful lover begging and crying for release brought some measure of relief to his quickly fraying nerves.

"Oh. That's... that sounds really interesting." Rhian sounded doubtful, but Rinol needed to get her out of his office.

"Great!" Rinol said, a little too forcefully. "So. I hope this has been a help to you, but I do have some work to do."

He winced internally at the disappointed look in Rhian's eyes, but his patience was quickly draining. And knowing Isoli, hers would be, as well. The minx had started squeezing the base of his cock with her fingers while her lips and tongue worked his head and Rinol wanted to scream.

"Try going out. Somewhere social. I promise, it will make you feel better. The temple is your home, but it isn't a cage. Experience the world. Meet people. Have fun."

"I— Thank you, Green," Rhian said, rising. "I'll... I'll think about what you said."

"Of course," Rinol said.

Rhian walked reluctantly to the door, cast one last glance his way—Rinol remained stock-still, for he knew if he moved, he would give away the fact that he had Isoli hidden from view sucking his cock like hard candy—then departed, closing the door behind her.

Rinol collapsed back against his chair and plunged his hands beneath the table to tangle in Isoli's hair, shoving the chair backwards to give his legs room to spread and so he could get a look at his she-demon of a lover. He let out a frustrated growl. "Fuck, woman, you're a godsdamn menace."

Isoli blinked innocently up at him, an image ruined by the wicked gleam in her eyes and her lips wrapped halfway down his cock. Those lips were swollen and red, the bottom third of his shaft stained with spittle. Her dress was pulled down, breasts hanging free and legs folded beneath her, hidden by the folds of her skirts. Isoli wasn't a petite woman, and with both Rinol's legs and her entire body hidden under the desk, she couldn't be very comfortable. But the woman had been teasing him relentlessly and Rinol didn't care anymore. He needed to come and he needed to come now.

Rinol pushed her head down until her lips brushed his base and groaned at the heat and wetness and tightness, the correctness of being buried in Isoli's throat. "That's right, baby. Make me come."

Isoli hummed eagerly and bobbed her head faster. His patience was gone. He tightened his grip in her hair and bucked into her mouth, chasing his release.

It came with only a few more thrusts and then Rinol let out a deep, satisfied groan. Thick, heavy ropes burst from his cock and Isoli—bless her—swallowed them eagerly, though some leaked out from the seal of her lips and spilled down her chin, before she pulled away from him.

Rinol nearly came again at the sight of Isoli, blue eyes wide and pleading, lips swollen and wet, cheeks flushed, trickles of spit and come painting her jaw. A few droplets landed on her breasts. Clearly, his orgasm had done little to abate her own arousal.

"You... are... fucking... demonic," he panted.

"Draconic, actually," Isoli said, wiping her jaw with the back of her hand. She inspected the remains of his come, then her tongue darted out and swiped up the mess. "We like our treasure."

"My come isn't your treasure. I had a meeting! With an initiate! What if she'd noticed?"

"She didn't. And she sounded so lost and scared, like a little kitty. I bet what she really wants—deep down—is for you to shove this nice cock of yours up her tight little cunt."

"We are not fucking the initiates. That is an incredibly disgusting abuse of power."

Isoli rolled her eyes and rose, wincing as she stretched her legs. "Oh, please. Like you haven't thought about. Gods, my knees are killing me. You need to get a larger desk. There's barely any room down there."

"You're the one who insisted on hiding down there," he replied, helping her to her feet. "And no, I do not fantasize about fucking any of the initiates." Then he brought their lips together for a brief harsh kiss, unmindful of the taste of his own come on her tongue. Each of them were long past any sense of shame in tasting themselves on the other. He broke the kiss and growled, "Now, turn around and bend over so I can fuck you properly."

Isoli's grin only widened. "Make me."

Rinol leveled his gaze. She was playing the brat, it seemed. She wanted him to prove he was in charge and take what he wanted.

Fine, Rinol thought. Have it your way.

He grabbed her roughly by the arm and spun Isoli around. She put up only token resistance, spreading her legs and arching her back. Rinol flipped up the hem of her skirt, running his hands over the smooth flesh of her ass and thighs. Strands of wetness clung between her legs, her pussy petaled open for him, ready for Rinol to sink inside.

But Rinol had other plans. He rubbed the head of his cock through her folds, wetting it, and bent over her to whisper in her ear, "No smallclothes today? You came prepared for me to fuck you, huh? Like the little slut you are?"

Isoli bit her lip and nodded. "Yeah. I walked all the way across the city like this. Gods, it made me so wet, I thought there would be tracks down my legs."

He pressed against her entrance, but didn't slide in. He wanted to tease her, get her riled and needy and desperate for him. It didn't take much, their need for each other a near-constant in their lives.

"Gods, you're so fucking wet for me," Rinol breathed, admiring his love's creamy skin dotted with black dragonlike scales. He rubbed the shaft of his cock between her folds, coating himself with her wetness, and tapped his cockhead against her clit. Isoli jumped, sucking in a sharp breath. He spread her asscheeks, revealing her puckered hole. "Where you want me?"

"Anywhere," Isoli gasped, dropping her head to the deck and rocking against him.

He smacked one cheek. "No no, you don't get off that easily," he said, then pressed her firmly against the edge of his desk, making sure he rubbed against her clit. Isoli let out a sharp, high-pitched gasp. He growled into her ear, almost entirely covering her body with his, as he rocked slowly between her thighs: "Which hole do you want me to fuck?"

"My ass," she whimpered. "I— Fuck my ass."

Rinol grinned, straightening. It wasn't often Isoli wanted anal, but it was always a treat. Part of him wished Toredor was here, taking her pussy in conjunction with Rinol, so Isoli was stretched to her absolute limit, but his fellow paladin was off on the other side of the temple, likely at his usual post guarding Minala's chambers and Rinol was too impatient to go find him.

But he couldn't resist hearing her beg just a little more.

Rinol rubbed his cockhead—slick with Isoli's wetness—between her asscheeks, coating her tight entrance. "Fuck, you're wet enough I won't have to use any lube."

Isoli only whimpered and rocked against him.

Part of Rinol wanted to keep teasing, denying her the relief Isoli so clearly needed. He'd come once, after all, which had taken the edge off, but with how tempting Isoli looked right now...

He notched himself at her rear entrance. "Relax, love," he murmured, pushing against her, but not enough to slide inside. "Just relax for me. I'll make you feel good, I promise."

Isoli sobbed, but rocked eagerly back against his length.

Rinol chuckled and caressed the soft flesh of her ass. "Eager thing, aren't we?"

"Rinol," Isoli whined. "Quit teasing me. Please."

Rinol's grin widened. He loved hearing Isoli beg for him. "All right, my love," he murmured, and he pushed inside her.

Both let out an involuntary groan. The tight muscle of Isoli's ass gripped his cock like a vice, drawing him in deeper. He gasped, rolling his hips forward and burying his length within Isoli until he was fully hilted. Isoli sobbed in pleasure, her human hand sliding between her legs while the sharp claws of her other hand dug visible grooves in the wood.

For some reason, it was that sight—the peeled lacquer from her clawed fingers—which nearly undid Rinol. He grunted, pulling back until he was only a third inside before thrusting forward again. Isoli's tight, warm embrace enveloped his length. He felt her fingers plunging inside her cunt, stroking his cock through her inner walls. His fingers gripped her hips with bruising force but Isoli didn't seem to care. Her head pressed into the desk, blonde hair fanning out across her back and shoulders as whimpers and cries fell from her lips, strained and muffled from failing efforts to remain quiet. Wet sounds—thrillingly obscene—emanated from between her thighs. A quick glance down revealed trails of fluid flowing down the insides of Isoli's legs.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Rinol groaned, rocking into her with a broken rhythm, struggling to hold back. He wanted her to come with him, to feel her break apart around him as he did the same. He fisted her hair, pulling, hard enough to make her inner muscles ripple around his cock.

Still keeping hold of her hair and changing his thrusts from smooth and gentle to hard and harsh, he bent down, pressing Isoli more firmly against the desk. His voice took on a possessive growl: "Gods, I'm going to fill you up. Gonna make you come so hard. Got me all fucking worked up. Because you wanted me to pin you against this desk, right?"

When Isoli didn't immediately respond, Rinol thrust hard once before halting, buried as deep within her as he could go. "Right?" he asked again, panting from the exertion and the snapping threads of his self-control. He didn't want to come yet, not until Isoli was as messy with need as he.

"Yes!" she cried out, too loud, but Rinol didn't care. Let the temple hear how perfect Isoli was for him, how much they needed each other.

Rinol resumed his thrusts, eager to come, to feel Isoli quiver around him, to fill her until his come spilled out from her.

Isoli's cries grew sharper, higher-pitched. Her claws dug furrows into his desk he would have to sand out. Unless you want to keep them there, as a reminder, part of his mind whispered, and he couldn't deny how arousing the idea was, physical evidence all could see of how he'd made Isoli fall apart.

He wrapped an arm about her collarbone, hauled her upwards until Isoli's back was arched, breasts thrust forward. His fingers found her jaw and forced her head to the side, so his lips could meet hers. His hips thrust faster, harder; Rinol panted against her, his fingers pressed against the base of her throat, while his other hand slipped down between her legs.

"Let me," he said, pushing her fingers away and plunging his middle and ring fingers up to the second knuckle into her searing, wet heat. Her inner muscles fluttered and rippled, a sure sign Isoli was about to fall over the cliff, even if her moans weren't muffled by his lips. Her clawed hand snapped up to grip the back of his neck, tips sinking in. The sharp sense of pain did nothing to slow Rinol down. He loved being marked by her, loved the way her claws left tiny pinpricks on his skin, reminders of their passion and love for one another.

I'm going to need to install a mirror, he thought, the desire to see Isoli's front more clearly, to show her how beautiful she looked trembling in his arms, begging for his cock, a need almost as powerful as his impending orgasm.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he grunted, thrusting his fingers faster, feeling the rigid shaft of his cock moving against the tips of his fingers.

Isoli just nodded desperately, clenching harder around him, digging her claws in deeper.

They were seconds away, the cliff racing towards them where they would fall over the edge into mutual bliss together.

And then the door swung open.

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Toredor, servitor of High Priestess Minala and guardian of Temple Berezia, had much on his mind. Training regimes for the new recruits, the cleaning of the dusty and little used eastern wing, organizing the next Harvest Festival celebration. The servitor's role was often thankless and more often merely that of a glorified secretary. And with Minala becoming increasingly distracted by her love affair with Vaunu, a handsome goliath woman as large as Toredor himself, she had unintentionally let more and more of her duties fall onto his shoulders.

Toredor sighed. He didn't blame the High Priestess. She was happier than he'd ever seen her and he liked Vaunu the handful of times he'd talked to her. But it was stress he'd prefer not to be burdened with.

I'll talk to her this afternoon, he told himself. Minala had come in late—again—and slipped out for lunch, which would presumably consist of sex with her goliath lover. The pair were almost as bad as Rinol and Isoli, though at least the Green would invite Toredor to join. Vaunu was many things, but she was not—it seemed—attracted to men.

Toredor strode through the corridors of Temple Berezia, long powerful legs eating the distance. He was on his way to the Green's new office, now that Rinol was back from his trip to Segovia. Rinol's ascension to the role of temple Green had been unsurprising, though his sudden departure to Segovia—to investigate the sudden incapacitation of Temple Sien's Green—had been out of the ordinary. In the following weeks, strange, unsettling rumors had come up from the coastal nation, of cults and swamp witches and an attempted coup, but the gossip was fragmented and uncertain. Rinol had promised him a full report, and Toredor needed to know what happened in case his temple needed to brace for a shitstorm.

Thoughts tangled together as such, he turned the corner, approached Rinol's door, and with only a short rap of his knuckles, he swung the door open.

The sight that met him, in hindsight, shouldn't have surprised him so much, but in the moment, Toredor's jaw dropped.

Isoli's bare breasts were thrust forward, rising and falling in time with Rinol's thrusts, her dress—a simple green affair—pulled down, the smacking of skin-against-skin filling the room and mingling with their mutual groans and cries of pleasure. Both Rinol and Isoli froze at Toredor's appearance, Isoli's body quivering in the indisputable throes of an orgasm.

"Fuck!" said Toredor, stepping inside and closing and locking the door behind him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Isoli gasped, shuddering, as Rinol responded with, "Gods damn it!" and let out a long, low groan that Toredor recognized mutely as one of release. Isoli fell forward, shaking, against the desk. Her eyes glazed over in satisfaction.

It shouldn't have shocked Toredor so much, seeing them. Rinol and Isoli were infamous within the temple for the intensity of their passion for one another, and Toredor himself had shared in that passion. His cock stiffened in his pants at the sight of the mutual orgasm, his heart beat faster. Desire welled up in him. But the impropriety couldn't be ignored: Rinol was the Green now, not a simple paladin; he had an image to maintain and responsibilities to uphold.

But neither could Toredor deny the alluring image before him and the ache in his cock. After all, hadn't Toredor been under unnecessary stress lately, with Minala shirking her duties and Rinol absent in Segovia and there always needing to fix one more thing? Every day for weeks now? Didn't Toredor deserve a moment's pleasure?

Isoli and Rinol looked up, hair clinging to their sweaty brows, eyes hooded and dark.

"Toredor," panted Rinol. "Hi."

"You..." Toredor took a deep breath, tasting the faint scent of sex on the air. "You're lucky it was me who walked in here and not anyone else. Can't you remember to lock the damn door?"

Isoli—still speared upon Rinol's cock—pushed herself upright. Neither seemed particularly embarrassed at being caught, at being watched. Toredor had joined them before, several times, and he couldn't deny his growing arousal. His hands itched to brush over Rinol's firm muscles, Isoli's smooth skin and coarse scales. "Whoops," she said, though she didn't seem all to apologetic about it. "It slipped our mind.

"Yeah," Rinol agreed. He stepped back, withdrawing from Isoli and drawing a soft whimper from her. Toredor caught sight of his fellow paladin's half-erect cock, glistening in the soft afternoon light coming in through the high windows. Rinol's eyes flicked to Toredor's groin, and the half-orc knew what the yuan-ti was thinking. "You busy for the next little while?" he asked, caressing Isoli's ass beneath the hem of her disarrayed skirts.

Toredor shook his head mutely. Was sex all they could think of?

Yes, he reminded himself. Not that you're doing much better right now.

Isoli grinned and said, "That's what we wanted to hear." She pushed herself upright, pulling her dress over her head with a smooth, practiced motion. It always surprised Toredor how easily the draconic sorceress could strip off her clothes despite the danger of her clawed fingers snagging on fabric.

She strode around the desk, revealing creamy flesh dotted with black scales and tendrils of liquid running down the inside of her legs. Her folds were wet and swollen. Toredor realized Rinol had been buried in her ass, not her cunt, and the sense-memory of sheathing himself inside her set his nerves alight.

Toredor watched—stock-still—as Isoli approached, sauntering her hips side-to-side. She wasn't petite or willowy like an elvish woman, and the presence of her black scales and clawed hand would mean she'd never be an iconic beauty, but Isoli possessed a predatory grace and statuesque power nonetheless. She was beautiful, tall and proud, with full breasts and golden blonde hair and skin the color of pale cream.

"You've been so stressed lately," she murmured, running her hands over his shirt-covered chest. "I know Minala's been distracted lately and that's not fair to you. And I know that I've been distracting Rinol." She met his gaze and grinned wickedly. "I'll make it up to you, Toredor," and she cupped him with her human hand.

Isoli was a tall woman, just a fingers-width shorter than Rinol, but Toredor towered over both of them by half a head. His orcish blood gave him a broad frame, firm muscles, and grey-green skin, though he kept his tusks filed short. He was tough and strong, the guardian of the temple, and against Isoli's caresses, Toredor felt his control crumbling.

A soft rumble emanated from his chest, unbidden but audible.

Isoli chuckled, squeezing him harder. "Oh, you're so pent up, aren't you? When's the last time you got any relief?"

"Before Vaunu arrived, probably," Rinol said, stepping into view now. He too had stripped his clothes, his lithe, dancer-like form on full display. His hand replaced Isoli's over Toredor's cock, stroking him gently through the fabric while Isoli slid her fingers beneath the hem of his shirt, tracing his abdominal muscles. "What do you think, Toredor? Want to relax a little?" his lips brushing across Toredor's jaw.

"Fuck," Toredor gasped, clenching his hands together at his sides. Then Rinol was kissing him, the pair undoing his belt and pulling his pants down. Toredor's cock sprang free, heavy and thick. Callused fingers—who's, Toredor wasn't sure—gripped him, stroked him. Rinol's tongue plunged into his mouth, tangling with Toredor's.

He groaned at the assault, finding a hip—rough scales telling him it was Isoli's—and pulling her against his thigh. Rinol broke the kiss, eyes hooded and dark, moreso now than when Toredor had first walked in.

Rinol said firmly, "Take off your clothes and sit on the sofa."

Toredor nodded, words having become difficult. Reluctantly, he pulled away from the grasping hands and stumbled to the sofa pushed unceremoniously against the wall. It was small and lumpy, but Toredor didn't care, not so long as someone took his cock into their hands again, or even better, their mouth.

Within moments, he was naked, sprawled on the sofa, legs spread and cock resting heavily against his thigh. Isoli and Rinol knelt before him, stroking his thighs and abdomen, grinning wickedly. It had been a few months since last they'd slept together and Toredor hadn't forgotten how the pair of them liked to tease.

With a growl, Toredor said, "Quit playing."

Isoli giggled. "Awww, you want us to give you some relief?" She ran one finger down his shaft.

Before Toredor could reply, Rinol's hand circled the base of his cock and gave him a slow pump. "So tense," Rinol murmured, his golden eyes dark with lust, and bent forward, taking Toredor between his lips.

Toredor groaned, digging his fingers into the sofa cushions. Rinol's tongue played over his cock, jaw stretched wide. Toredor was a large man and his cock was no exception. Rinol, however, proved more than up to the challenge and took two-thirds of his length with ease before beginning to bob his head in a smooth, steady rhythm.

"Gods above," Toredor groaned, fisting Rinol's hair between his fingers. "Just like that."

"He looks so good, doesn't he?" Isoli said, sliding onto the sofa beside Toredor and pressing her warm body against his. She looked down at Rinol with love and pride and deep-seated arousal, before turning to meet Toredor's gaze. She leaned towards him, brushed her lips against his. "I can't wait to taste you on his lips," she murmured.

Toredor groaned, his orgasm rushing towards him. Isoli kissed him, grabbed his arm and moved it between her legs. She was wet and burning hot when his fingers passed through her slick folds. She rocked into his touch, keening against his lips when he slid a finger into her.

Rinol moaned around Toredor's cock, the vibrations traveling through his veins like lightning. Isoli rolled her hips, whimpering when Toredor added a second finger and curled, the spongy muscle of her cunt gripping him with vice-like intensity. Rinol circled the base of his cock and squeezed, tongue lashing at him.

Toredor trembled, clenching his entire body to keep from coming down the yuan-ti's throat, breaking Isoli's kiss to gasp: "Fuck, I'm—I—"

"Shhh," Isoli whispered, petting his cheek. She hadn't stopped rocking into his palm. "Let go, Toredor. Come for us."

A deep, guttural, nearly primal groan fell from his lips. Toredor's grip in Rinol's hair tightened and he surged upwards into his fellow paladin's mouth—no, not just a fellow paladin: the Green, leader of Temple Berezia's paladin, Toredor's friend. They had shared adventures and bedmates and Rinol had proven to be wise and strong and fearless and kind and now he was coming down the man's throat.

Toredor's orgasm burst through him, heavy throbs of come shooting from his cockhead. Rivulets of come spilled from the corners of Rinol's mouth as he struggled to swallow it all. Rinol's hair was plastered against his forehead, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. His throat rippled, swallowing, teeth grating over the pulsating member.

Isoli shuddered, cunt rippling around Toredor's fingers and she moaned at the sight. Rinol lifted off Toredor's cock, gasping and chuckling. "Gods, man. Give us a warning next time."

"Sorry," Toredor replied, though the slight daze that had washed over him left no room for remorse. He gazed down at Rinol, the sight of the man's flushed, sweaty face and swollen, come-stained lips stirring his cock again. Gods, it had been a while since he'd last slept with anyone. With all the added work while Rinol had been in Segovia and Minala distracted with Vaunu, Toredor had let his frustrations build and build. Garalie taught her followers to take pleasure when needed, that to live without desire was no life at all, and Toredor had let his responsibilities consume him.

Isoli whined, still rocking on Toredor's fingers, which had ceased their curling, pulling him from his thoughts. "One of you fuck me already," she said, gasping and rubbing at her own clit. "I need to come so bad."

Rinol chuckled, rising to his feet with a wince, and kissing her gently. Isoli hummed, her tongue darting to lick at Rinol's lips. She grasped Rinol's stiff length and gave him a pump, saying, "You two take me together."

Rinol laughed. "Such a needy thing, aren't you?" He met Toredor's gaze. "What do you think? You want her ass or her pussy? Unless you need a break."

Toredor's cock swelled further at the question as if in defiance of the idea that he, Toredor, needed a break. Rinol's mouth had taken the edge off, but Toredor was nowhere close to satisfied. He had weeks of pent up energy to burn through.

By way of answer, he grasped Isoli by the waist and lifted her with ease onto his lap, trapping his cock between them. The dragoness squealed in surprise, hands flying to his shoulders, before laughing with delight. "Good boy," she said, patting his cheek. "It's been too long since we last did this."

Rinol said, "Toredor, stretch out on the couch. My knees are killing me. Gonna need to get some rugs for sure."

Toredor hummed in response, shifting backwards so his back rested against the armrest, one leg stretched out along the sofa. Isoli sat in his lap, giggling at the two men shifting around.

"What's so funny?" Rinol asked, propping one knee on the sofa behind Isoli, positioning himself at her rear entrance.

"You two are so delicate and careful. It's cute," Isoli replied. She'd taken Toredor's cock in her hand, stroked him softly. "But I want you to fuck me."

"So bossy," Rinol said, "don't you agree, Toredor?"

Toredor looked between the pair of them—Isoli's eager grin and Rinol's hooded eyes—and nodded slowly. "Yeah."

Isoli raised herself up, notching Toredor at her entrance. She was practically dripping, pale skin flushed to a bright pink. Then she lowered herself slowly, whining as Toredor's cockhead pressed into her, stretching her entrance.

Toredor groaned, Isoli's tight heat engulfing him. She wasn't a small woman by any means, but straddling Toredor's massive frame made her seem oddly fragile despite Toredor knowing full well Isoli could take his cock all the way to the base. And when Rinol pushed into her ass, she'd become almost unbearably tight. His hands found her waist, fingers large enough to almost entirely circle her, eager and ready.

Rinol's hands swept around to her front, moved unerringly to her clit. Isoli cried out and slid further down Toredor's shaft. Toredor groaned, rocking into her. The three of them were a tangled mess of mutual need and desire, and Toredor couldn't think of anywhere else he'd rather be at this exact moment.

"Fuck, you look so good, Isoli," Rinol murmured as Isoli bottomed out, the muscles in her stomach twitching. "Taking all of him like that. Is she doing that rippling thing with her cunt, Toredor? You know how she loves getting filled up." Isoli whined, and indeed her inner muscles were fluttering around his length, simultaneously silky smooth and achingly tight.

Toredor nodded at Rinol's statement, kept his hands tight on her hips, holding her flush in his lap as Rinol shifted forward and pressed into Isoli. He ached to come, need flaring deep in his bones. A primal urge to fill Isoli until come spilled out of her like a crude pornographic painting spread through his body. But he held himself in check. When Rinol was sheathed inside her as well, then would be the time.

Isoli arched her back, whining, holding herself up against Toredor's shoulder with trembling arms. Toredor groaned as well, feeling Rinol enter Isoli through the walls of her pussy. Isoli tightened around him, and Toredor sucked in a breath, struggling not to come from the increased pressure. She sobbed in pleasure, rippling, no doubt forcing herself to hold back from coming on the spot.

"That's right, love," Rinol said, "let us make you feel good." His voice was tight, strained. Toredor felt Rinol's cock throb through Isoli's inner walls, only a thin membrane separating him from the other man. It seemed to Toredor—though perhaps it was only his aroused imagination—that he could feel the ridges and bumps of Rinol's cock sliding against him.

Isoli sobbed and threw her head back, blonde hair momentarily catching the light in a flash of gold. Her entire body quivered and her pussy rippled around Toredor's shaft, clutching and milking, desperate. Tears filled her eyes and she begged, "Gods, fuck, move! Please!"

Meeting Rinol's darkened, hooded gaze, Toredor nodded. Rinol's hands moved to Isoli's hips and the pair dragged her upwards. All three moaned at the sudden friction, Isoli's inner muscles clinging to the two cocks sheathed within her. None of them would last very long. They were too tense, too eager to find their satisfaction.

Rinol and Toredor fell into a rhythm: Toredor would pull back as Rinol pushed in, and then Rinol would withdraw as Toredor rolled his hips up into her soaked pussy. Isoli had always been a voracious lover and now was no different, with two strong powerfully built men fucking her. She couldn't stay silent, and Rinol cupped her head back, kissed her to muffle her shouts and moans.

Toredor grunted. His orgasm approached dangerously fast and judging by the strained look on Rinol's face, the yuan-ti was in a similar situation. Isoli squeezed him, her pussy fluttering and clinging like the smoothest of silks and blazing hot as a furnace. She was achingly tight, entrance stretched like the head of a drum around Toredor's shaft. Her mouth had fallen open. Her breasts rose and fell in time with their thrusts. She was eager for their come, Toredor knew. Isoli loved being filled by her lovers perhaps more than coming herself, though her orgasms were intense, powerful events. Not for the first time, Toredor counted himself lucky to have become fast friends with Rinol when he and Isoli had first arrived in Ysfalnae, escorting Minala to take over the role of High Priestess of Temple Berezia.

"I'm coming!" Isoli gasped. "Fuck, I'm coming. Fill me, please. I need you to fill me." Who she meant wasn't clear but neither Toredor nor Rinol cared. They both agreed silently, as her walls squeezed hard, almost painfully tight. Come burst from her, droplets spraying against Toredor's lower stomach. Rinol pressed his lips to her's in a muted effort to dampen her screams.

Toredor felt Rinol's cock throbbing, ready to burst and fill Isoli's ass. Toredor himself was eager to come, to let his release paint the tight walls of Isoli's cunt until it spilled out from the seam of their joined bodies.

"That's right, love," Rinol grunted. "We got you. Come for us. You've been such a good girl for us. Just let go."

With a shout, Isoli collapsed atop Toredor's chest, shuddering violently as she came again. Her pussy clamped down on Toredor's cock tighter somehow, with almost bruising pressure, and her lips found Toredor's. He tasted salt on them, realized distantly that she was crying, but the pressure was too much to bear. He groaned into her mouth, pulling her down as tightly as he could onto his lap.

Heavy, thick ropes of come burst from him, filling Isoli's rippling wet heat. Rinol hissed, breath catching his throat, no doubt feeling Toredor's orgasm through Isoli's inner walls. Then Rinol was coming, and Toredor felt the other man's come painting the walls of Isoli's ass with heavy, deep throbs. Rinol pressed his chest against Isoli's back, ducking his head to nip at Isoli's ear, burying himself as deep as he could within the dragoness before kissing Toredor's jaw.

All three of their lips met and clashed. Toredor lost track of who he was kissing. Their mutual orgasms spilled over into a smaller second one, the pleasure becoming an almost unbearable, bone-deep ache, nerves oversensitive. Toredor's lap was drenched in their shared fluids, but bliss had overtaken Toredor and he didn't care right now.

"Holy fuck," Isoli mumbled after a long quiet moment, lifting her head from the crook of Toredor's shoulder. She still lay flattened against his chest, unable to move because of Rinol slumped over her. Toredor felt her heart racing, a comforting thump-thump-thump. His own heart pounded like he'd just engaged in a fierce battle.

"Yeah," Rinol agreed, raising his upper body and gently pulling out of Isoli so he leaned back on his knees. "Gods, you're a mess."

Isoli laughed, pushing herself into a sitting position, then sliding off Toredor's softening cock. Toredor couldn't help but admire the wrecked beauty of her pussy: swollen and pink, frothy come spilling from her entrance and wetness plastering her inner thighs. His own cock glistened where it lay against his thigh.

"Fuck me, it's been a while since we've done that," Isoli said, leaning back against Rinol. He wrapped his arms around her, not in a teasing way but in the way only lovers who had shared each other's bodies for years did. "Glad you walked in when you did, Toredor."

Toredor shook his head, amused, though he couldn't deny he had thoroughly enjoyed himself. He wasn't much for relationships, but mutual pleasure was another thing. Minala had identified his need easily, and then Rinol and Isoli had offered to share their bed with him. And that arrangement had been more than sufficient for his needs. But it had been many weeks and Toredor hadn't quite realized how pent up he'd become.

"You're lucky it was me who walked in, not someone else. You two already have enough of a reputation in the temple, don't need you scarring the initiates," he replied, shifting so he was more comfortable on the couch. "At least lock the damn door next time."

"Where's the fun in that?" Isoli said. "It's the thrill of discovery that makes it so much more arousing, don't you think?"

Rinol said, "If it weren't for the fact you have literal dragon scales, I'd think you're a succubus, Isoli," pressing a kiss to her temple.

She rolled her eyes. "Dragons like their treasure."

A laugh rumbled from Toredor's chest. "Is that what they're calling it these days?" He motioned towards her come-stained lap. "Looks like you're letting some of that treasure go to waste."

Her eyes flashed. "We can always go for a round two, Toredor. I know Rinol wouldn't mind that big fat cock of yours in his ass. I could get my strap and trade off with you, keep Rinol tied up..."

Rinol shrugged, though he couldn't stop the interested gleam in his eyes. Normally, when it was the three of them together, Isoli was the center of attention, but neither could any of them deny that Rinol's submissive streak—though rarely indulged—was a sight to behold. "Honestly, dear, I'm spent at the moment, but"—he met Toredor's eyes and grinned—"I'm sure we can find some time later. Dinner at our house?"

Toredor paused. He still had duties at the temple, even at night. But this unexpected tryst in Rinol's office had been the first time in weeks that the weight of those duties didn't feel so heavy.

He nodded. "Yeah. That sounds great," surprised a little at how much he meant it. He'd missed his friends while they'd been gone and looked forward to catching up with them.

"Wonderful!" Isoli said, grinning wickedly. She crawled towards him, lust in her eyes. "But first, I think Rinol and I need to clean you up a little. Can't have you returning to work looking like that," meaning his come-stained thighs and lower stomach.

Toredor's cock stiffened of its own accord, even though he'd come twice in short succession already. Garalie's followers were well-known, perhaps infamously so, for their sexual appetites. And with how the two lovers were gazing at him, Toredor's resistance crumbled.

He spread his legs to give more room on the crowded sofa and rumbled, "All right." Then a thought occured to him, "What about you two? Don't—?"

Then Isoli's mouth was on him, followed a moment later by Rinol's, their teeth nipping, lips kissing, tongues lapping. The question fled from Toredor's mind. He leaned back, a satisfied groan leaving his mouth as the pair got to work.