"Mister Damien, what's that?"

"That's my sheath."

"Why's it all small and tiny?"

"If you must know, it's all hidden away inside for when a very special client can bring it out of me."

"That's weird! Mine's all floppy and dangly!"

"...I can see that."

Damien didn't necessarily dislike kids, and he knew what he was getting into when taking on this particular job, but it still irked him every so slightly to be the centrepiece for a show and tell with some of the richest, most well-established children of Stelomonto. He was a beautiful trophy to be shown off, damnit! Though...he did quite enjoy being the centre of attention.

The furred dragon shifted on the spot and spread his legs apart, putting his hands on his hips, so that the younger kids of the party could explore to their heart's content. There wasn't just a couple, but at least 20 or so cubs of various ages, some as young as 6 and some around Damien's own age, in the early teenage years, attending a very exclusive, extremely wealthy party for the most influential individuals of the technologically advanced city. Damien had lived here, and worked here, long enough to know who it was best to put his hands in the pockets of, and that was the main reason he took the job-- not many could say they were hired to be an escort by the Chairman of Brilanta's Science and Research Division.

"What are these for?" A feline cub roughly 5 or 6 years his junior, with white and pink features, lifted his hand to tug at the intricate gold chains that hung around the dragon's slim waist. They lipped against his ribs and connected to a jewelled point between his nipples, where a single gold chain disappeared under the fluff of his mantle, the fur covering his chest and shoulders and around to his back, just under his shoulder blades. The feline strained to follow the chain up, where it met with another point at the dip between his collar bones, where a thicker chain looped around his neck like a collar.

"That's my outfit," Damien reeled in his exasperation and put a hand on the feline's own, guiding it down back to the bottom jewel, before drifting it further to his waist. "I need to look pretty for your mommy and daddy. See? I have some around here too."

He directed the feline's hand to the jewels connected by a similar gold chain around his waist, forming a belt, where more finery spawned off from it, creating paths to jewels resting on his knees, that then looped further around his calves. He even made a point of showing off his tail, where a jewel sat at the top near the base, connecting several strips of chain that looped around his tail at various points. All the gold framed his fiery orange and red fur and white underbelly, making him look less like a colourful dragon and more like an exotic dancer-- though, not many dignitaries could resist him when he looked so slender and attractive...and his unique species certainly helped too.

Other cubs came up to explore the chain for themselves, and Damien naturally let them-- entertaining them was also part of the contract-- before he heard the click of the nearby door. At that present moment, he and the other children were situated on the second to bottom floor of the house; most places in Stelomonto were all vertically inclined to reduce their impact, something that Damien had come to understand when he moved there. The door to what's best known as the 'playroom', situated above the living room and kitchen, swung open to reveal a slender gazelle woman with a child in tow, probably around 11 or 12. The door only had steps leading down to the room below, as well as stairs leading up...but Damien also noted that there were stairs leading to the floor above in the room already; a weird design quirk, but since this place is mostly for kids, it makes sense.

"Mommy, look! A dragon!" The deer seemed excited as soon as he laid eyes on Damien, and the escort made a point of puffing out his chest and putting his hands on his hips to show himself off, despite the other cubs prodding at his fur and grabbing at his sheath and ass, giggling to themselves and making childish remarks.

"Why don't you go say hi to him and your friends, honey, whilst I go talk to the business people upstairs?" His mother ruffled his head and offered Damien a quick wave, and it seemed only fair for him to wave back, though he did deliberately keep it casual and suave. He could see her taking him in, and clocked her interest. Her eyes lidded ever so slightly as her son turned to look up at her.

"But Mommy, what about the...the thing?" The boy began, before turning his voice into a hushed whisper.

"I'll arrange it, sweetie. Go on." She turned him around and encouraged him forward, and the young deer stepped into the room enough for her to grab the handle and close the door behind her. Damien figured she was heading upstairs and just taking the nearest route, but his attention at that moment wasn't on her, but on a new child to entertain. Honestly, the boy was kind of late; Damien had arrived at the party a little earlier, and by the time he'd got here it had already been in full swing.

"Bira, come look!" One of the girls of the group beckoned the deer over, and Damien made a note of the name as the kid approached. He squeezed himself into the group and got closer, looking Damien up and down, taking in his unique form, and Damien made a show of spreading his wings-- he immediately regretted it, however, for whilst the children were in awe, they started to play with the membrane of his half-scaled wings; feathers only crested the tops of them, out of most of their reach.

"Woah..." The deer mumbled, touching against Damien's chest; children had no sense of boundaries, but it's not like Damien was setting any, since the contract said to entertain 'everyone'. "He's so pretty!"

"My dad ordered him." The birthday boy, a brown canine with floppy ears and messy splotches of white patches all over his body, proudly puffed out his chest and grinned from cheek to cheek. "He's the top-of-the-line escort."

"What's an escort?" Poor Bira looked confused.

"Someone who touches penises and butts for money." Another cub chimed in their thoughts and their remark made the others giggle. The laughter was a little infectious; it was enough to make a smile tug at the edges of Damien's muzzle, but the dragon had more pride than the lean into it.

"It's a little more than that," Damien interjected with a smirk, catching their attention. "It's also about providing entertainment and companionship. People can get lonely sometimes, or may want something new...sometimes, they just want to have a little eye candy on their arm."

"Eye candy? Why would you want to put candy on your arm? It's for eating!" One of the girls giggled, covering her mouth as she did so, and the others chuckled in unison, amused. It was all in jest; Damien was sure they knew what he meant.

"My daddy likes me to keep him company sometimes too." Damien's ears perked when Bira spoke and he scrunched up his face, a grin spreading across his muzzle.

"Bet it must sting a bit, huh?" He queried, and the deer looked embarrassed.

"Nuh-uh. My daddy's real nice to me, he cuddles me and warms me up first," Bira giggled. "If you're keeping us company, Mister Escort--"

"Damien."

"Damien," The deer continued. "Then does that mean you'll touch our penises too?"

"Well..." Damien cast his glance over the crowd. "My job is to entertain...and I consider myself something of an expert in the field, highly sought after. So, if you want me to touch your penis...perhaps even more, I can do that."

"Really?" The boy's eyes widened with glee as he scooted closer, and his interest was already clear; the deer's little humanoid-shaped dick was stiffening rapidly, and when he moved closer to the furred dragon and hooked his hands around the teen's waist, he very deliberately humped a little against his leg, narrowly avoiding the gem on his knee. Damien placed a hand atop the deer's head, between his antlers, and glanced over to the boy of the hour.

"Is this alright with you, Kieran?" He asked the birthday boy-- fun as it is, it would have been absolutely the wrong move to upset the client's kid. Kieran seemed surprisingly chill about the idea and waved a hand dismissively.

"Mom said I should wait until the surprise later...whatever that is." The teen tried to act nonchalant about it, but Damien could see his furiously wagging tail; the anticipation excited him. Regardless, the escort had been given the go-ahead, and he looked down at the deer, brushing his hand across the messy, boyish tuft atop the cub's head and smoothing it down. The deer grinned up at him with bright blue eyes, his brown and white furred body, marked by dark black spots further down toward his hips and thighs, wiggling left and right as he nudged and grinded his crotch against Damien's leg.

"Alright then...let me take care of you, Bira." The other kids watched with keen interest, some of them already stirred by the thought of sex, but others mostly just interested to see what the two of them would do; even amongst the eager boys and girls, there was a level of respect, such was the way they were taught despite how rich they were. The Dragon wordlessly put a hand on the deer's head and then moved it down to his shoulder, directing him across the room until they reached one of the play tables, that was normally intended for them to sit around the do little fake tea parties on. Bira looked down at the surface for a moment and grinned up at Damien, before he put his arms on the surface and pushed all of its contents onto the floor. Plastic and metal bounced against hardwood, clattering and inevitably falling silent thereafter, unscathed from the fall. The young deer knew what to do instantly, and climbed up onto the low table, rolling until he was on his back, with his legs spread. Damien was fully prepared to ride the boy, but this...well, he much preferred it.

Damien leaned forward, reaching out with his hands in a way that seemed rather greedy, and cupped his hands around the boy's sides, stroking down toward his hips and feeling out the shape of his slim, boyish body. His digits trailed the circles of spots around his sides and stroked up toward the lighter shade of his chest and stomach, grinning wider when Bira noticeably shuddered and hummed boyishly, expressing his approval of the touch. Damien's touch was tantric and expertly crafted-- he knew how to pleasure someone, how to make them squirm, how to make them beg for more...especially on young boys like the deer before him, he knew just how to make them tick. His thumbs pressed into the plush softness of the cub's abdomen, his hands gliding down, hovering around the top of his pelvic area and watching as the cervine squirmed and wriggled, giggling childishly from the touch. It was clear he enjoyed it, for his little dick bounced up and down with the Dragon's sensual touch.

Slowly, the escort's hands sank lower, sliding around until he was cupping against the boy's thighs. He curled inwards and watched with glee when the boy eagerly spread his legs as wide as they would allow, exposing himself in his entirety, whilst Damien's hands moved to his inner thighs and squeezed, slipping toward his crotch. One hand cupped his tiny balls, rolling and squeezing them gently between his index finger and thumb, whilst the other brushed up to his young length, pressing his palm to its throbbing warmth. Bira pushed his hips up against the Dragon's palm, though only a little bit, and he grunted with the sensation, cupping his hands around his chest, just so there was a place to put them. Damien licked his lips when he felt that throbbing length and brought his hand down, dragging it over the boy's cock and past it toward his rump. Just the sight of the boy spread-eagled was enough to get Damien a little hard-- he might have huffed and puffed about having to entertain 20+ cubs, but when it came down to it, he loved having sex.

"Ah, oops-- I forgot to carry some lube with me..." Damien muttered-- though, it wasn't like he had the pockets to bring something anyway. At his words, a rabbit who had been watching the situation unfold with keen interest suddenly sprung to his feet and said something that Damien didn't quite pick up. He bounded across the room toward the door, where he squatted down to rummage through a pack that had been sitting by the door-- Damien had noticed it earlier, but didn't say anything about it since it wasn't his home. As it turned out, it must belong to the boy, or at least a friend of his, for moments later the rabbit returned with a small bottle in his hand.

"Dad told me to always bring some with me wherever I go." The rabbit giggled as Damien reached out to take it, and he popped the cap to give it a sniff-- it smelt of basically nothing, but he couldn't deny the goopiness of it when he turned the bottle left and right; it was lube alright.

"Thanks." He grinned down at the boy, before he turned up the bottle and oozed some of it onto the tips of one of his clawed fingers, bringing it down to his own crotch. Unlike a good chunk of the other cubs at the party, Damien's junk was a little more anatomically correct; he had a fuzzy sheath and balls, and already inching from the pouch was a cone-shaped length with a slender tip and exotic ridges on either side, running down the length of it. As he brought his hand down to slicken it up with the lubricant, it readily pulsed and throbbed to full mast on instinct, already raring to go, and at its complete stiffness those ridges were further emphasised, and the base of the cock remained uniformly slender, with no knot in sight.

"I'm probably not as big as your daddy, huh?" Damien remarked, and Bira shook his head in response, yet evidently couldn't peel his eyes away. "Don't worry, it'll feel just as good, I promise."

Bira didn't seem to doubt his words; his little eyes widened as the Dragon drew his cock closer, deliberately poking the end of it somewhere around the deer's taint and smearing it down towards his awaiting entrance, circling around it like a shark stalking its prey. He felt Bira wriggle beneath him, though whether it was from anticipation or eagerness was hard to say. Regardless, Damien didn't make the cub wait too much longer; he directed his member towards that pucker and pushed, surprised to realise how easily he slipped in.

As he pushed, Bira let out a quiet, boyish grunt, one that Damien presumed to be of complete satisfaction-- that seemed all but confirmed by how much the deer clamped around his intruding length, and with just a light, single thrust, Damien buried himself inside to the hilt, and rather easily too. He put his hands on the back of the cub's knees to keep them nice and spread as he rolled his hips and settled there, humming his approval, and his knees scraped against the carpet below as he shuffled a bit, just to get into the best position. The 11 or 12-year-old below him naturally bent his legs and bumped his hooves with the side of Damien's forearms as the Dragon kneaded his hips, and around him, the other cubs gathered to either sit or stand and watch-- no one seemed keen to intrude and join in, though Damien wouldn't have disliked a threesome or more.

With a tug, Damien slid back and pushed forward, carefully and methodically, as his eyes dragged over the boy's body and gauged his reaction. He watched the way Bira arched his back, the way his fingers curled ever so slightly against his chest, the way his eyes squinted, just a little, as he sucked in a breath and exhaled; years of experience in sleeping with men and women alike and taking in their reactions to every minor thing gave him good instincts of whether he was satisfying someone or not, and the deer in front of him was most certainly satisfied. He was comfortable in picking up the pace and delighted in the way Bira let out a groan in response, rolling his head back as his body relaxed, yet his inners flexed and grew firm, squeezing periodically around the escort's thrusting length.

The Dragon quickly moved into a comfortable rhythm as his breath started to quicken, the occasional grunt and hum escaping him as he plunged his hips and connected pelvis to ass over and over. All the while, Bira huffed quietly beneath him, most definitely used to taking a dick, and most definitely liked it, too; he whimpered, folded his ears, and clamped his muzzle shut as Damien picked up speed, his hips pushing and pumping until the lubed-up motions of his cock started to become more audible, and the pre-cum he put out that mixed with that fluid started to make the sex grow slick and clap at their fur and flesh connected, each 'plap' accentuated by the deer's quiet gasp and Damien's pants of delight. He was really getting into it now.

For an expert escort like himself, holding out and making himself last longer was easy, but that didn't mean he wanted to-- for the sake of the boy beneath him, however, he persevered, if only because it was amusing to see the way his face scrunched up. When he thrust forward, the entirety of the deer's body tensed up and then immediately relaxed as Damien pulled back, his innards occasionally spasming and trembling with each withdrawal. It was a snug fit inside that young ass, and Damien knew it was a hole used regularly just from that alone. Another push forward elicited a tender groan from the cub's muzzle, a little higher than before, and that was indication enough that the deer was getting closer. Damien took pride in the thought he might be able to make him cum hands-free.

He picked up the pace, moving quickly as his hands gripped those younger, slender legs, whilst the kids around them watched, some of them touching themselves, and others just interested in staring and taking part that way. Some of them were interested in Damien's body, in the shape and size of his cock, but they didn't get to see much of it thanks to the way it was embedded in the deer's ass. Damien could feel himself nearing his release and clenched himself up firmly, watching with hungry eyes as the deer beneath him squirmed, so very clearly close himself. The boy arched his back, fingers curling against his chest, and he seemed to want to bring them down to touch himself, but hesitated-- it was too late anyway, from what the Dragon could see.

A louder-than-ever moan came from Bira's muzzle, and with it his humanoid-shaped dick bounced up, lifting from his stomach enough to powerfully twitch. A dribble seeped from the end of his length as his tiny nuts tucked up a little against his body and his cock periodically surged and stiffened, each throb eliciting another boyish dribble and gooey glob from his length. With each throb, his innards squeezed and flexed around Damien's intruding length, and the Dragon held out for just a little longer to watch and observe the deer's climax before he, too, released-- he pressed his pelvis tightly against the cub's ass and rolled his hips, kneading every ribbed inch of his dick before he orgasmed, shooting strings deep into the deer's insides. Such seed was normally quite well sought after, but the contract for that day covered the cost.

Damien kneaded his hips and sighed, relishing the sensation of the orgasm for a few moments, until the feeling of it began to fade. When he pulled back, he took in Bira's satisfied face, and his stained stomach, and couldn't help but smirk, his eyes lighting up as he puffed out his chest instinctively, feeling triumphant. The deer swung his head to the side and huffed, panting under his breath as Damien pulled back entirely, and in his wake the other cubs approach, murmuring to themselves about the sex and how good it looked, some of them even going so far as to remark on how much they wanted to touch Damien's dick and see what it was like, enamoured by the exotic bumps along the sides. Some of them instinctively reached out to play with him, but Damien playfully, and politely, pushed them away from grabbing it-- such things were sensitive!

Damien stepped back to observe the rest of the cubs playing around with poor Bira's overstimulated body, but he didn't get much chance to start 'entertaining' the others, for from the stairs in the corner of the room leading to the floor above, a pair of feet appeared, descending to reveal a slender feline woman, her fur a tawny brown whilst her front, and breasts, were white. Her eyes trailed across the room, green eyes blanketing over the group of kids and not even flinching at the obvious aftermath of sex hanging in the air, before they inevitably fell on Damien. She fixed him with a gaze and smiled, making her way over. Damien could tell easily that she was here for him, and part of him wondered why he hadn't just been beckoned...but in the end, it didn't matter.

"Damien, dear?" The woman smiled at him, placing her hands together in a way that pressed each fingertip to its opposing one. "You're needed upstairs."

"Well then," Damien reached out to ruffle the head of the nearest cub, an avian boy who grimaced when Damien spoke. "Your mommies and daddies need me. I'll be back...probably."

There's a collective groan of complaint, but it's clear pretty quickly that they still had plenty for them to do without him there; some of them are already starting to murmur to each other and touch each other's bodies, turned on by what they had witnessed before. Damien didn't stand around and watch them; instead, he followed the feline back to the stairs and quickly started to make his way up, with her leading him there. He'd already been up there earlier in the day to get the low-down from the man who hired him, so there wasn't much to surprise him up there-- not that he hadn't seen plenty of rich, wealthy houses in his lifetime anyway.

The floor directly above wasn't really anything to pay attention to-- they were just passing it in the interim. Damien glossed over the contents, its furniture, the couches and armchairs and the large holo-projector with a flat wall to display its screen on all pretty reminiscent of a high-end 'living room', if one can call it that; everything looks a little too sterile to think there's any actual living going on in there. They passed by the back of a luxurious couch made of a lab-grown leather and ascended up again to the floor above. With each step, Damien could hear the chatter of adults, some of them laughing, interspersed with the occasional clink of what sounded like two glasses bouncing off each other in a toast. He already knew what awaited him, though, and ascended with confidence.

The floor above was essentially one big dining hall, befitting that of guests for a party. Every guest was naturally rather naked-- such was the custom in Stelomonto-- and waiters with little bow ties around their necks, all mostly male, weaved through the various sprawling tables that could house at least 6 or 7 people each to place down appetizers and small foods such as devilled eggs as the like. They were just as much a part of the entertainment as Damien; even as the Dragon followed the feline past a table, he caught a glimpse of one of the female adults, no doubt a mother of one of the cubs below, groping one of the waiter's package, and it was all very consensual, given how erect the waiter was. Most of the guests were eating, drinking alcohol or other beverages and conversing, but as he moved through and past them, he could feel their eyes on him. That didn't surprise him; he didn't actually come from Brilanta, and he'd learned rather early on that his species was rather unique and alluring. The attention was nice, the pay was even better.

Finally, they stopped at one particular table, which was home to 5 men and 2 women. The species were varied, but half of them were Canid, at the very least-- some wolves, some foxes, and others variant species of wolves to some degree. A voluptuous Gryphon woman sat directly across the table from a slenderly-built Coyote; Damien wouldn't have been able to tell from his darker black and brown colours alone, but the caramel colour of the arms, legs and between his eyes down his snout, along with the narrowness of his snout, was a dead giveaway. Most of his overcoat was black, and it was only a subtly lighter shade around his stomach and chest area, barely enough to be noticeable from a distance.

"I've brought him." The feline spoke remarkably casually despite being made an 'errand girl' for the group, and she patted Damien's shoulder before taking a seat at the table, leaving Damien to stand to attention next to the Coyote, who he presumed he was called for. By the time they had reached this floor, his cock had already shrank away, but he could feel a tingling within him when he felt the eyes of all those at the table on him.

"This is the pretty little thing Monroe hired for the party, hm?" The Coyote reached out, sitting at a height low enough for him to have to lift his hand to cup a finger under Damien's cheek. "He does look rather delectable."

"He's not just for you, Alderson." Damien's gaze flicked across the table to see who was speaking, and his eyes fell upon a leopard woman, spots covering the entirety of her body. She winked at him, and he darted his eyes down to avoid her, mostly out of politeness. His gaze fell upon a holo-gear on the table-- a less portable, more group-focused version of the ArmGear-- which displayed some kind of article about the 'rising star' of Brilanta's research department. A Gryphon's face was shown on the screen, probably around his age, in a lab coat beside several other researchers. The screen wavered and danced to another article automatically, as if it were cycling through them, where it congratulated the birth of 'kingdom-adjacent' royalty. There was a picture of a snow leopard girl, but Damien didn't get to read much more; he felt a thumb on his muzzle, and with a tug he was forced to bend over slightly, lowering himself a bit further down to the Coyote's level.

"What was it Monroe said?" The Coyote remarked absently as his eyes searched Damien's face, looking over his snout and up to his orange fur and blood-red hair atop his head. "The boy was free use for anyone if they were feeling a little bored?"

Damien's gaze flicked over, and he could see from their expressions that they weren't necessarily uncomfortable, but perhaps just a little exasperated. There was clear intrigue in the eyes of some of them; perhaps they were curious to see the Dragon in action, but he got the impression that the Coyote could be a little cocky, perhaps arrogant, amongst his peers. Damien had to wonder what it was that gave him such confidence, but he wasn't about to ask; it wasn't his place. Not that he'd get the chance to even if he could, for before he could even speak, the Coyote pulled him in by that pinching finger and thumb, and suddenly pressed his muzzle to the Dragon's own.

Kissing wasn't off the table; in fact, such things were never brought up in his contract, since it was such a non-issue, but it was hard for Damien not to be surprised considering the man's bravado. The Coyote, apparently known as Alderson, pressed his muzzle deep, and parted it rather quickly, dancing his tongue against Damien's awaiting muzzle-- the 14-year-old understood, naturally, and parted his own lips to accept him, immediately feeling the man's tongue enter his mouth. It squirmed around his own tongue, wanting to caress and cradle it, and he heard the Coyote's grunt of satisfaction shortly thereafter, quickly followed by the sensation of the man's touch against his teen privates. What felt like a couple of fingers cupped his balls, roughly at first, but they became gentle and rolled against his nuts with clear intent, wriggling and gently squeezing every so often as Alderson's tongue plunged deeper.

Damien didn't know if he entirely enjoyed how rough the Coyote was being, but the contract did say 'free use', after all-- Alderson wasn't wrong for that remark. The Coyote's kiss deepened for just a moment longer before he abruptly pulled back, both his hands withdrawing from their respective areas, with the one on his chin quickly moving to the top of his head. He pushed, rather rudely, and Damien was forced onto his knees with a grunt of mild irritability. He glanced up at the Coyote from above, and it was clear what the man wanted, especially from the way he turned in his seat and spread his legs apart.

"If he's free use, I get to do whatever I want...I only need one round, don't worry." His free hand drifted to the base of his humanoid-shaped dick, circumcised and remarkably thick, and he waggled it up and down before the boy as his head turned to look at the group, presumably gauging their reaction. Damien couldn't see most of them, but he heard something akin to a grumble, but no one seemed to complain.

Damien brought his head forward, shuffling on his knees as the Coyote's eyes twinkled, delighting in his consent, though it wasn't like he'd be allowed to just do what he wanted anyway. The man's hand curled atop his head, scratching at his for and sinking into the depths of his red hair, and he tugged ever so slightly to guide Damien down. He didn't really need to do so; Damien's muzzle was already nearing the tip of his humanoid-shaped cock, and his lips met with it quickly, his tongue slipping out to cup along the underside, dragging across the frenulum and down the turgid muscle. As he glided down, his jaw opened wider and Alderson sighed with delight as the teen's head enveloped him, easily taking the cock into his maw. His tongue moved expertly-- an escort like him was a natural in this kind of thing-- squirming to slicken every aching inch of the man's length, covering it in spit so that as he dragged his head up, he moved with ease. He could feel each throb and pulse, and were it any other client he likely would have gone at his own pace, but the Coyote had other plans.

The man murmured something, quiet enough that he couldn't hear, and Damien felt pressure on the back of his head, encouraging him down. He didn't resist the coyote's advances, knowing better in his line of work-- plus, it wasn't like he minded, really-- and he bowed his head, plunging all the way to the base of the man's humanoid-shaped length. It could feel each inch of it warmly twitching within his teen muzzle, probing the back of his throat, sliding down into the tightness of it, and the head of the man's cock swelled and pulsed inside the narrow crevice, relishing its warmth. When Alderon's hand loosened, Damien knew he wanted him to pull back, and the teen methodically and sensually pressed his tongue right along the underside of the turgid muscle, angling his head so that the tip of it rubbed against the roof of his mouth as he withdrew. He could tell from the coyote's shudder that he very much appreciated his efforts.

Despite showing off how expert he was, it was clear from that firm grip, those clenching fingers, those raking claws and ragged breath, that Alderson had every intention of being in control; with a grunt, he showed Damien back down, and the Dragon placed his hands on his thighs as he squinted his eyes shut and started to bob his head, moving in time with the man's loosening and tightening grip. The sounds of their oral sex were noisy, but easily covered up by the chatter of those nearby. Even the people sitting around the same table as the coyote were returning to their normal conversation, but Damien couldn't really see to confirm.

Alderon picked up speed in his 'encouragements', pushing Damien down with greater fervency, causing the Dragon to shift with a little discomfort and surprise beneath him, but the coyote didn't keep it up for long. He huffed and hummed his approval for half a minute or so, his body shuddering from the sensations as Damien bowed and bobbed rapidly, before Alderson curled his fingers and tugged, pulling the escort off his cock completely. Damien took in a huge gulp of air and snapped his gaze up to the man's expression, watching the way the coyote panted visibly, his tongue lolled from his mouth, before his hand slipped from the Dragon's red-furred head and down to his vibrant mantle. His other hand drifted down to the other side and beneath the Dragon's arm, and a light nudge was enough indication of what the man wanted. Damien rose to his feet, shamelessly showing off his already grown erection from just oral alone, and with a lustful growl the dark-furred man grabbed at his body, squeezing eagerly the escort's slim, slender hips.

Anyone in his business would have understood pretty quickly that the man hadn't cum yet-- that was plainly obvious-- and so the teenager assumed what seemed fundamentally obvious. Alderson's groping hands and inevitably manhandling confirmed it shortly thereafter; the coyote's hungry hands grabbed onto Damien's sides and turned him around, bending him straight over the table and greeting him to the sight of the other adults before him. They looked at him with mixed expressions, some of amusement, others of desire. Damien propped himself up on his elbows as he felt hands curve over his rump, pushing his tail up to expose his behind. A warmth pressed over the tautness of his ass, tracing the line of his teen pucker, and it pressed, causing Damien to squirm. It was in his contract that he'd be 'free use' for pretty much all of the day, but part of him was anticipating he might not get any action back there at all...he's always happy to be proven wrong, though.

"How much were you paid, huh? For an ass like this, you must be quite the premium." The coyote's hand moved from Damien's hole and around to his hips, and the heat of his digit was replaced by the slick wetness of his cock, grinding up and down the Dragon's behind. Damien pushed back into him and rolled his hips up to travel up the length of his member, turning his head back to look over his shoulder at Alderon's pleased expression.

"I wouldn't be very good if I just shared all my client's minor details, would I?" Damien teased, and that seemed to rile the coyote up-- maybe he was the kind of man who was used to getting what he wanted, but the Dragon's playful defiance seemed to turn him on. He growled, his hands squeezing firmly against the rounded rump of the escort's cheeks, and his thumbs dug into the crack of his behind to spread his ass, revealing that hole a little more and stretching it, albeit ever so slightly. The man's hips dragged back, a hiss escaping his teeth as the head of his cock slipped down and smeared between his cheeks, pushing forward until the tip of it, urethra and all, met with the boy's pucker.

Alderson didn't say anything in response to Damien's goading, but the Dragon could tell, from all his years entertaining clients, that he wanted to 'fuck' the information out of him...not that it would work, but it was certainly a good motivator. With a grunt and a push, he started to press into Damien's behind, and the teen relaxed his muscles, groaning as he pushed his behind back to meet that thrust. The tip slipped inside with ease and the rest followed suit just as swiftly, burying its way into the Dragon's flesh until his cheeks kissed with the man's pelvic area, kneading up against his hips. Warm hands cupped Damien's sides, fur and claws dragged against his smooth scales as a tender sigh of satisfaction came from the older male's mouth.

"Did you hear the latest news?" Someone at the table leaned in to speak; so nonchalant and normal was the act of their sex that people had begun to return to normal conversation. "They saw scouts out in Lunohave again. 2nd time this month."

"You're just a worry-wart, Ilani. It's normal; they get turned away easily enough." Another chimed in with a laugh that encouraged the others to giggle. Damien watched them converse as the coyote moved into a regular rhythm inside him, his grip tight and rough but his thrusts moderate and measured. The contrast was a little enticing, but it was the spasms of pleasure, the rubbing of that sensitive spot inside him, that Damien chased the most. Each thrust made him hum with delight and he sank his head further and further into his arms, which he laid out in front of him to rest on. The sounds of their sex quickly became noisy as Alderson's thrusting picked up speed, slick and wet pre-cum smearing around Damien's insides and his squeezing muscles causing suctioning sounds to come from their casual fucking.

"I don't think it's overthinking to be concerned. Besides, I've heard their technology is...improving." The feline named Ilani continued with an unreadable expression on her face, but she seemed quickly soothed when a reptile sitting next to her put his hand on her shoulder, giving her some degree of comfort. She sighed, leaning against him, and Damien bowed his head to turn his attention downward, if only for one reason; all that rough fucking and those gripping hands was stirring something inside him. He pushed his ass upward and back against the coyote's pelvis as the man huffed, beginning to growl a little when his humping picked up speed. His right hand lewdly curved around to the Dragon's front and snuck down his body until his palm cupped and smeared over the teen's erection, and Damien let out a quiet moan of delight when the man's hand cupped around his length, the entire width of his fingers and palm easily able to encapsulate everything for a fraction of the tip.

Alderson's hand glided down, stroking from tip and base, and in response the escort's innards squeezed and flexed, rolling over his thrusting shaft and stimulating the two of them further. Damien couldn't help but tremble, inhaling and exhaling sharply through his nose-- if there were any reason to motivate him to be good at his job, it was moments like this. Doing it in front of so many people was exhilarating, and being hand-stroked to completion certainly made it better too; he could feel how each thrust made his member twitch, and the sensations of their sex, the stimulation against his prostate, became more intense.

The coyote mumbled something again, unintelligible but dripping with obvious lust, and he abruptly plunged forwards, sighing deeply as his hand tugged Damien as close to his pelvis as he could, whilst his other hand wildly stroked and bounced, gliding up and down. Damien's knees wobbled slightly as his eyes lidded over, and with the growing intensity of that pleasure inside him, he knew he was going to cum. His member twitched wildly in the man's stroking grip and he grunted, straining, his muscles clenching as he tried to hold on for as long as possible. The conversation around them died down to watch the scene unfold with interest, and Damien felt a thrill run up his spine at being watched, as them taking him in. He could tell they were enthralled by his noises of pleasure, turned on by his pleasured expression and the way he bit his bottom lip and curled his fingers tightly. He let out a whine, low and boyish, as he felt himself pass the point of no return.

It was like Alderson had been waiting for him, for when the Dragon shuddered and hitched his breath as he climaxed, a warmth flooded his stomach, pooling around his core, and his large ears twisted to the pleasured sighs of the man behind him. Damien's cock twitched madly against Alderson's fingers as he spurted dribbles of cum, wasted potential splattering straight onto the hardwood floor as Damien needily pushed his ass back against the Coyote's pelvis, his movements eagerly accepted and encouraged by a massaging squeeze of the canine's other hand against his hip. The Coyote's fingers and thumb rhythmically squeezed up and down the escort's cock, squeezing out each droplet of seed as Damien's balls twitched, his innards flexing with each throb and convulsion, allowing him to vividly feel each of Alderon's tender throbs as well.

The two of them lapsed into quiet panting in the aftermath of their sex, and though the older male stroked Damien's cock a few more times, he inevitably pulled back and slipped his hand around back toward the boy's waist, if only so he could carefully tug back and slide his cock free from that squeezing ring. There was a shuffle, and Damien turned his head to look back over his shoulder to see Alderson flopping down into his seat, spreading his legs apart and unabashedly showing off his fluid-sticky member, half-limp yet twitching in earnest at the sight before him. The Dragon smirked, wiggling his ass left and right, and he suppressed a giggle when he could see the Coyote's eyes trail down to admire the sight.

Round two would likely have been in order, were it not for a sudden disturbance.

Damien saw it past the sitting man; behind him, coming through a door leading into the outer stairwell, a shorter, sheepish fennec fox with an impressive bosom and a manic expression, briskly strode across the the dining hall and stopped by a nearby table, leaning over to whisper into the ear of a canine who looked suspiciously similar to the birthday boy downstairs; a well-endowed woman, her ample chest a deep chocolate brown mixed with a myriad of white spots. The canine bolted upright when whispered to and seemed to quickly look across the hall, inevitably turning in his direction. Her eyes locked with him, and he knew from her concerned expression that it was him she was looking for. When he saw her start to rise from her chair, he pushed himself into a more upright position, feeling the leaking ooze of cum from his behind trickling slowly down his inner thighs. His cock sprung to attention before those sitting around the table and he grinned at the murmur of approval.

"Wh-- Damien." She cleared her throat, initially intending to say something else, and it made the Dragon's eyes lid ever so slightly. "We have a situation. Come. I shall explain on the way."

"At once, My Lady." Though unnecessary, he decided to play into the role of being a 'servant', as per his contract, and he made a little waving gesture at the spent coyote before he slipped past him and around the chair, following the canine woman back across the room and toward the stairwell entrance. They slipped on through quickly, and she shut the door behind them, giving them some privacy. She didn't stop, however; she began to descend the steps with urgency, and he followed suit.

"Kieran's uncle was due to arrive an hour ago, but his work has him running behind," She spoke quickly and firmly, with a clipped tone-- she didn't seem like the type that enjoyed his company, so his hiring must have been her husband's idea...or perhaps she was just high-strung due to current events. "He is bringing Kieran's big surprise, but because he's running late, we need someone to distract the children before his arrival."

"I can most certainly provide more entertainment to the children, My Lady," Damien assured her, and she turned to face him as they descended down to the playroom floor. They could hear the kids giggling and talking in the other room.

"I told Kieran to wait until later to...have some fun, but that won't do now," She sighed, taking in a deep breath to calm herself. "Put yourself on display for them, or something-- whatever it takes to keep them distracted.  My aide tells me they're already growing restless for cake and candy, amongst other things. I'm sure you know what to do."

"I pride myself on being the best in the business, ma'am. You can leave it to me," Damien puffed out his chest. "If it helps you relax."

"...You're sweet," She gave him a wry smile that looked full of tiredness. "Go. Hopefully you won't have to continue for long; my darling husband could have done with hiring more escorts..."

She stepped past him, briefly reaching out to squeeze his arm, before she headed up the stairs. Naturally, Damien didn't follow suit; he watched her go for a moment, but quickly turned to the door and peeped through the slender piece of glass serving as a window inside. It most certainly did look reckless in there; he could see Kieran playing with one of his new toys with a couple of the other kids watching him, but he could tell from the expression of some others who were wandering around the play area or sitting talking to one another that they were becoming bored. There were plenty of toys in there, even sex toys, but most of them must have already been used to capacity-- rather, they had played with them enough and desired something new. His appearance should, hopefully, be more than enough. With an initial deep breath to steel himself, he gripped the handle and opened the door.

The amount of eyes that turned to him would have been nice, if they were the eyes of prospective clients. Instead, it was the eyes of bored children of all ages, but they seemed delighted to see him as he stepped inside. Some of them immediately cheered his name, but the birthday boy himself, Kieran, seemed to pout a little when some of the kids watching him with his new present started to pay more attention to Damien instead.

"Damien, Damien!" A young feline girl, pure white with flowing blond hair, squeezed against the Dragon's leg and looked up at him with a happy expression. "Have you come down to play?"

"Indeed I have." Damien teetered on one foot so that he could use the other to kick the door shut, and he staggered slightly when more cubs came to swarm around his legs and midsection-- some of them went so far as to rub up against his crotch, eliciting an obvious reaction. His response caused a cheer amongst some of the cubs, and Damien's gaze darted up to Kieran, offering him an apologetic smile.

"Your mom asked me to pass a message on," Damien spoke up, and Kieran perked at his words. "She said you can do what you want...no saving yourself, and all that."

"Oh, really?" He acted nonchalant, but his tail clearly wagged at the thought. "I mean, it was whatever anyway..."

"Kieran's gotten an erection at least 100 times!" A rabbit by Damien's leg chimed, and a sea of giggles spread out across the room, with Kieran looking decidedly embarrassed, and angry, at being called out. His body grew rigid and he folded his brown arms, turning away from the group with a grumble. Damien looked down at the cubs beneath him, some of them close to tall enough to reach his chest, and with a wave of his hands they dispersed enough to allow him to move-- it was remarkable the amount of influence he commanded over them in that moment. He stepped across the room, the group following him, until he approached Kieran from behind. He put a hand on the canine's forearm and leaned in over his shoulder; Kieran was tall, but still a little shorter than Damien, mostly on account of being a couple of years younger.

"Well, birthday boy...what do you desire?" Damien murmured into his ear, and the canine shivered, straightening himself ever so slightly. His arms loosened from their folded position and he turned, albeit slowly, to face the escort, his eyes trailing down Damien's jewelled body. The younger boy reached out his hands and pressed them to Damien's hips, curling around to his behind, where he squeezed his cheeks, feeling the drops of cum on the tips of a couple of digits when they ventured toward the crack.

"I want to put my dick in you." Kieran was surprisingly confident in his response, and that only made Damien intrigued. He leant in, one of his hands slipping down to cup around Kieran's crotch, where he felt the boy's turgid dick already starting to stiffen up against his fingers. A smirk crossed Damien's expression, and with a guiding hand, he encouraged the boy onward.

The setup was simple; Damien laid down on the floor, and directed a couple of the cubs to acquire some pillows or cushions from some of the seats and couches around the edges of the room. Once he had them, the Dragon turned them under his rump and spread his legs wide, angling himself perfectly to show off just about everything the birthday cub needed, from Damien's steadily growing erection, to his stretched sheath, plump teen nuts, and his already used hole hiding underneath his taint. Keiran understood instinctively where to place himself and admired the sight as Damien grabbed behind his knees and lifted his legs up, spreading them as wide as he could. He made a gesture, and Kieran followed his instructions, replacing Damien's hands with his own.

Much as the Dragon would have liked it to be just the two of them, there were plenty of others nearby, too. The party was home to around 20 or 30 cubs, and plenty of them had grown restless as the party had gone on-- a little bit of unwinding would help to placate them. Damien openly encouraged those who were eager to approach, and quickly found his hands full, literally and figuratively. Both arms were occupied by a boy each, one of them as young as 6, the other closer to 10. The younger of the two, the white and pink feline who had eagerly gotten his attention earlier, had easily settled his humanoid-shaped cock in the Dragon's hand, and cupped his own small digits around Damien's closing fingers. The other, however, a sheepish-looking hyena, needed more reactive encouragement, and Damien sought to do that for him; he stroked the boy's similarly-shaped cock to full mast and leisurely pumped it as others began to occupy space around his body.

A rabbit girl, with long floppy ears and a cute little body, straddled his stomach and shuffled back against his cock, obscuring his vision of Kieran, who had to bend to the side to see what was going on. At Damien's head, an avian girl with similarly slender features, albeit much older, straddled his face and covered up anything else that Damien might have had the pleasure of watching. He was assaulted by senses from all sides, but thankfully only had to focus on a handful of things-- namely, one stroking hand, the other curled and firm, and his own roaming tongue. He felt a prod at his backside, coinciding with the wet warmth of something slippery over the tip of his cock, and it was easy for him to pick up the context clues. Kieran was lining up his humanoid dick to enter him, whilst at the same time, a cute, petite cub was starting to slide down onto his cock. It was hard to deny how nice it felt, to be filled, used and explored from all sides.

Tiny hands curled around his front, slipping under the gold chain that curled around his sides, and a tail swished against his own hair and brushed across his ears, making him feel ticklish. He could feel other ones, one beyond those he was directly pleasuring, feeling other parts of his body-- some stroked his legs or touched his tongues, whilst others played with the tips of his ears, causing them to jerk and twitch every so often. Pleasure and heat enveloped his cock as the girl sitting on his body took it all to the hilt, and she rolled against him, circling around and stimulating him in ways that made his innards clench, which only encouraged Kieran, a rather eager pup, to thrust a little faster. His humps were already rapid enough, and to have them speed up even more just made the sound of them loud and noisy, with each fluid-slickened slap emanating around the room. Pre-cum oozed against both his hands as he stroked the cocks of two other boys, and he could taste the arousal of the girl on top of him with each tender lick. The avian did her best not to press down too much against his maw, but it was clear she couldn't help herself sometimes, and she rolled against his lips, trembling as his tongue threatened to delve and penetrate her. He huffed against her slender pussy, his groans intermingling with the girlish and boyish sighs and whimpers of those around him, occasionally interspersed with feline mewls or rabbit-like squeaks.

Damien had the restraint to know not to thrust, but he would have loved to; that tight hole around his cock felt delightfully snug, and the urge to pump up into it was great, his instincts yearning for him to breed. Instead, he remained dutifully stilly, his ring spasming and flexing with the speed and mild force of Kieran's rough-ish thrusts, and his attention turned this way and that, trying to take note of everyone's pleasure, who was closer and who needed more time and attention, and so on. From his perspective, it seemed like the cute little feline in one of his hands was closer than the rest; the boy was thrusting with gusto and Damien's hand felt quite wet in addition, but of all of them, it was the avian he dutifully tasted and explored that was the first of many; she shuddered atop him and pressed down with more firmness than before, kneading against his tongue and teeth as his pressed up to flick against the softness of her, those lips quivering and squeezing against his flesh as he pressed to the tautness of a fleshy nub. He tasted her delight on his tongue, heard her whimpers of passion, but she didn't swing off him, nor withdraw; she pressed down further and started to knead again, seeking a second orgasm, perhaps even a third, in time.

"When can I get a turn?" Someone complained, though Damien naturally couldn't tell who, and he heard someone say something in response, but it was drowned out by the loud mewl of the feline in his hand; a trickle of warmth smeared across Damien's palm, quickly scooped and spread by the cock thrusting back forward up toward the chain around his wrist, where the gooey substance matted the fur. At the same time, he could feel the hyena on his right humping a little into his hand-- he must be getting close. The boys were easy to please; all it took was one to be done, but the girls would take some time...and he could keep going for as long as they needed.

The feline in his grip slipped back and withdrew completely, and Damien spread his hand out, relaxing his fingers, but he didn't get much more than a couple of seconds of reprieve before he felt a touch against his free digits. Someone lifted his hand, and something small and wet spread across his palm-- he deduced it to be a tongue, and guessed someone was licking him clean, either the feline or someone else completely...it was hard to tell. A shiver ran through him as his pleasure heightened, and it was obvious to understand why, for that warm clamping around his cock and the stimulation of his ass were more than enough on their own to bring him close to release. Despite it all, his one hand and tongue did their best to pleasure their respective 'clients'-- he's dealt with more than this one on a handful of occasions in the past, and he could handle much more.

The hyena grasped around his wrist and for a moment held him still as he humped against Damien's curled fingers, and a few moments later he felt the snugness of that pussy around his cock starting to lift and drop with a quicker rhythm than before, occasionally accentuated by a circular roll that didn't necessarily do much for him, but seemed to do a lot for the girl using him instead. He hummed against the entrance in front of him, his toes curling as his pleasure grew and grew, and the sounds of their sex became lewdly audible; the quick, rapid slaps of Keiran's eager humps were quickly joined by the squelching 'shlicks' of the hyena humping his hand, and the delicate squishing sounds of the girl riding his cock as more and more pre-cum oozed from his exotic cock, the sides of it, in all their ribbed glory, stimulating her further. He could hear the young rabbit's pants of pleasure growing higher and higher in pitch, and knew what was coming.

A tight squeezing pressed around every inch of his cock as the girl lifted and bowed down, pumping on top of him amidst what he assumed to be her orgasm, from the way she squeaked and violently trembled atop him, and Damien groaned, having to close his eyes and scrunch up his face as the pressure was both discomforting and exhilarating. It was coaxing his climax out of him alarmingly quickly, but he held on, panting harshly against the avian's pussy as his free hand, now licked cleaned, seemed to become the tool for another boy, who laid their cock against his palm and humped against it eagerly. That tender feeling of being quickly, rhythmically fucked became acutely intense as each boyish hump stroked a little of his prostate, and Damien's chest started to heave, his stomach tucking in as his groans tilted to a higher inflection, warning them.

He sucked in a breath, his muscles clenching as he tried to hold it in, but he eventually had to let it go-- a deep sigh escaped around his tongue, and his body grew limp; his cock throbbed powerfully and his innards flexed at the same time, causing the canine to slow in his behind as Damien's member pulsed and pumped spurt after spurt of cum straight up into the rabbit's tight crevice, spreading deep, if he had to guess. She settled on top of him and her hands curled against his chest as he unloaded in her, and for a time Kieran kept at a slow pace-- perhaps the resistance of Damien's clenching muscles was too much for him-- but when the escort's orgasm became to fade and was replaced by a relaxing afterglow, he started picking up again. Damien was sure he could hear the occasional growl, like a boy giving in to his instincts, but it was impossible to tell if it was from Kieran or the hyena to his right.

As if on cue, when Damien thought about him, the hyena in his hand abruptly pulled back, trailing the tip of his member against the Dragon's palm. Damien instinctively flexed his fingers to reach for him, but quickly understood why he retreated, for a wet warmth suddenly splashed across Damien's hand and arm, accentuated by the whimpers of delight from what he assumed to be the hyena's muzzle. The mass of it pushed down into his palm to spread that sticky cum around, and Damien was sure he'd 'deposited' more onto his palm at the same time, before that cock withdrew completely, leaving Damien wanting; the hyena had sounded rather cute, and he would have enjoyed exploring him more.

"Almost, almost...hnnng!" Damien heard Kieran huff, and the growl that followed all but confirmed he was the one making those noises. His young cock pushed in and pressed, and Damien was sure he felt a spike of heat and cum shooting into him, before Kieran pushed back and started humping again. Damien was sure, from the slick and noisy sounds of his thrust, that he was cumming as he was thrusting-- an odd way of doing things, but not something Damien was going to comment on or dislike; it made the cub's movements slick and easy, and still served the same purpose of emptying his balls into the escort's behind. Kieran hissed through gritted teeth as he pounded away, keeping up for a handful of moments longer, before he began to slow, and inevitably stop. He panted against Damien's body, fingers clenched tightly to the back of the dragon's slender knees, but he remained dutifully buried inside.

"Mmh..." He heard Kieran groan his approval of their sex. "I can see why my dad hired you..."

Damien wanted to retort, but he had a mouth full of bird pussy, and could do nothing else but hum in response. Other moans and huffs had accompanied Kieran's climax, and not just the ones surrounding him and using his body, but other cubs too-- their open display of sexual activity must have encouraged the others to engage in some of their own. He would have loved to see...and somehow, he got his wish.

There was a click, a telltale noise of a door opening, and he heard an almighty thud. The room fell silent, save for the occasional pant, and after a few moments, the avian atop Damien's face lifted, withdrawing and swinging to the side. Curiosity got the better of the escort, and he moved to sit up, withdrawing his hands from the cocks he was holding.

His eyes widened at a sight that should have been terrifying, but in the context of where they were, was simply stunning. The doorway to the stairwell was wide open, and standing at the entrance to the room, past the door and effectively in the corner, was a wolf-like animal triple the size of any beast he'd ever seen before. It was sitting on its haunches, and just the mere height of it alone was enough to threaten touching the ceiling. Its fur was a thick colour of auburn, rich and brownish-red with a lighter shade and streaks of white running across its muzzle, chin and underside, all the way down to its thick paws that looked as big as a child's head, perhaps bigger. Beside him was a canine man, an adult with pointed ears, a grey muzzle and auburn-coloured features, who was lean and not particularly muscular. There was an agedness to him that seemed evident just from the way he held himself, and the way his fur greyed in places. Damien didn't know him, but Kieran tugged out of him instantly, getting to his feet.

"Uncle Airon!" The boy bounded across the room and leapt at the man, who laughed and grabbed onto the boy, spinning him around just once, before setting him down.

"Happy birthday, kid. You know me, I always bring the best," The 'uncle' slapped a hand on the side of the large creature, which turned its head to look from the adult canine down to the boy. Damien shuffled into a more seated position, cupping an arm around the rabbit who naturally cuddled into his chest, and he lowered his head-- was he seeing things, or did the giant creature's eyes glint blue for a moment?

"This is for me, uncle?! This is a huge pet!" Keiran cried. "I've never had a pet before. Is it really okay?"

"This boy is special," Airon insisted. "This here is the latest and greatest technology in our department. You know what I do for a living, right?"

"Um...research monsters!" Keiran replied, and his uncle wagged a finger.

"Animals, kid. Animals," He corrected him. "We research their patterns, how they tick, what they like and dislike...and this here is the perfect tool to integrate into wild Warg society...a CyberWarg, we're calling it at the moment. This isn't for commercial use, Keiran-- consider yourself lucky you know the head of the Department of Brilantan Animal Husbandry. This here is designed to emulate everything about a Warg, down to its patterned behaviours, animal instincts...everything. It has the best artificial intelligence we've got...with some tweaks, for my dear old nephew. Now, this here is very expensive, so don't go breaking it, okay?"

"Okay! What, um...what's its name?" Kieran reached out to the CyberWarg's snout and it bowed its head to sniff at his head, before pushing against his palm. Kieran's eyes lit up instantly and he stroked across the creature's cheeks towards its neck, and the Warg instinctively lifted its head to allow him to pet around its chest-- it even went so far as to open its massive muzzle and pant, its thick tail thumping against the floor.

"Internally, we call this one W4RG-A4-03...but why don't you give him a name, Kieran?" The uncle suggested. Kieran frowned for a moment and turned to look over the crowd of cubs, and Damien could see they were both incredibly interested, and also terrified.

"...King. I wanna call him King. Can I introduce him to my friends, Uncle?" Kieran asked.

"He's all yours. Just make sure ol' King here doesn't bite," Airon ruffled his nephew's head. "I'm gonna go find your father. I'll be back."

With that, he left. As he headed out the room and up the stairs, cubs scrambled to their feet to go and see Keiran's newfangled toy-- this must be the 'big surprise' that they had planned for the boy. Damien could see, despite Kieran's quiet panting and limp dick, that he was as happy as could be at that moment. Even the rabbit girl, that had nestled against Damien's body, squirmed to slip off his cock and go see the creature for herself. Damien simply sat there for now, wryly watching as the warg turned its head and, for a moment, locked eyes with him, before becoming distracted by the cubs getting its attention.

Damien scoffed; and here he'd thought he'd be the centre of attention until the party was over.