For a short time the only sound in the air was the rustling of leaves in the nearby trees outside of the ruins, and the faint hum from the magic that Kyural was casting, holding one hand over the injured leg of the warrior that had hired him. His first attempt at adventuring was certainly proving eventful.

Not that he'd ever really planned on doing any adventuring – standing a mere four and a half feet tall with arms and legs mostly devoid of muscle, the storm drake didn't exactly have an imposing figure. A fluffy white mane ran down the back of his head all the way to his tail, passing between the pair of ivory horns reaching up from the top of his skull. While his scales were a bright electric blue, matching the color of his eyes, his front and underside were pure white. All he had to wear was a simple tan tunic and pants with a leather belt, some practical leather boots, and a backpack on his back holding a portion of what had been collected so far.

His employers, such as they were, were a pair of red panda siblings with short brown hair that were much more used to this than he was. Lyssa, the one he was healing, had a sword, breastplate, trousers, boots, and some arm and leg bracers, which hadn't quite been enough to keep her unscathed in the last fight. Her brother, Theo, stood nearby watchfully, with a hooded cloak and some leather armor over his clothes, his bow held ready with an arrow nocked but the string not drawn.

The two of them had originally been looking to buy some healing supplies, but the small mountainside town that Kyural called home wasn't exactly the kind of place to offer much to adventurers beyond a place to stay the night. When they learned he was a healer, they offered to hire his services directly to check out some old ruins a half-day's journey away, and in all other circumstances Kyural would have refused. He knew nothing of combat, and had neither weapons nor armor to his name. The only reason he agreed was the location.

Those ruins had been an ever-present landmark that could be seen from anywhere in or around the town, and he had always wondered what was in them. The town shepherds had no shortage of menacing and often contradictory tales of the place, and the hunters avoided it. His mother simply refused to talk about it at all, and he had never known his father. He wasn't brave enough to investigate alone, but these two offered the perfect excuse for him to see for himself...

...yet for the most part it had been underwhelming to actually visit. A collection of stone buildings, razed many years ago, now largely overgrown. Other than the occasional wild animal like the one Lyssa and Theo had just fought off, there were no threats and no signs of life. It was a relief that none of the ghost stories were true, yet also rather underwhelming.

Sensing that his spell had completed its work, Kyural got up from his crouched position and took his hand away from Lyssa's leg, dismissing the healing magic. "Feel better?" he inquired.

She got to her feet, stretching her leg out and giving it an experimental bend, then leant on it to put more weight on it. "Good as new," she declared, "I'm definitely glad we brought you along!"

Theo turned back to face them. "You really should be more careful," he chided, "But I am glad you are all right. Thank you, Kyural."

"Oh come on, it was nothing," Lyssa dismissed with a wave of her hand, "Just one bite."

"Even a small bite can get infected if it's not treated properly," Kyural warned. "I'm glad I could help. Do you think there are any more of them?"

Theo shook his head. "No, those beasts tend to be quite territorial. If there were any more living with it they'd have already come out and fought us. Let's keep looking, there's still some buildings over there we haven't checked."

Lyssa took the lead and Kyural followed behind the two of them, keeping his eyes out for any trouble as they walked between the ruined structures. What had this place been? Clearly not just some simple settlement, if the buildings were made of stone with proper glass windows... or the ruins of such. After all, most of the buildings in his home village were just wood, and some had only thatched roofs. But there was no wall around the ruins, so it hadn't been a fort or an outpost. Some kind of gathering place? A holy site? Whoever had ransacked the place hadn't left very much behind...

Theo's keen eyes had picked out a number of small things, often hidden under rubble that he was sifting through inside the ruined buildings. Small pieces of jewelry or little statues were the most salvageable, while the books and scrolls often were too damaged to be of any use. Some remnants of tapestries bore strange symbols and markings that none of them recognized. There was clearly more to this place than met the eye at first glance, but its mysteries would remain shrouded until and unless they could find someone knowledgeable in history to identify them.

As Kyural waited by the entrance to the building the other two were inside, he watched the pair of red pandas, ready to duck behind cover if any other vicious creatures came out of hiding. Theo knelt down while exploring and removed some fallen bricks and bits of the wooden roof that had collapsed, but whatever he was after was too stubborn to remove with just his hands and he retrieved a shovel from his pack. Enlisting his sister's help to clear away some of the debris, Kyural watched from afar, wondering what they might have found in between idle thoughts about what he would do with the money they were going to pay him. New blankets, perhaps, or maybe a cart of his own so he and his mother wouldn't have to rely on hitching rides with the hunters heading in to town...

"It's a box," Lyssa said, catching Kyural's attention.

"Yes, I see that," Theo replied nonchalantly. Kyural could see him holding something, but couldn't make out any detail from a distance. "Maybe it has a catch or some hinges? Let me see..." He felt along the edges of the object, and succeeded in popping it open. His curiosity too strong to resist, Kyural walked over to get a closer look, taking care not to fall as he crossed the rubble on the ground.

"What's that inside?" Lyssa asked.

Theo reached into the box, which appeared to have the rough dimensions of a book, made of carved and polished wood, dirtied by time and exposure. From it, he extracted what first looked like a necklace until he removed it entirely and Kyural saw the amulet hanging from the chain. "Looks like it's made of bronze," he murmured in thought, holding it up to get a better look at it in the light filtering in through the ruined roof. "I don't see any gemstones on it."

"Let me look," Lyssa insisted, and her brother handed it to her. Kyural leaned in for a closer look as well, and when Lyssa didn't find anything of note, she handed it over to him. "Here. It doesn't look like much. Might still be worth something to a collector, though."

Kyural took the amulet from her and held the amulet in his left palm, letting the chain hang over the back of his hand. He had to agree that it was made out of bronze, and he brought it close to his face to get a better look. Around the edges of it there were tiny runes carved into it that he didn't recognize, and he fiddled with the amulet itself briefly to see if it would open up, but it did not. Turning it over, he looked at the other side, and saw the same symbol as one he had seen on a half-burnt tapestry earlier, the black lines painted on as best he could tell.

"Is it magical?" Theo inquired, watching Kyural inspect it.

The drake hummed in thought. Normally he wouldn't be able to tell; he knew healing magic, and that was it. Anything arcane was outside of his knowledge. But he could feel something from the amulet. He had no idea what it could do, and yet... it seemed to resonate with him somehow. "I think it might be?" Kyural answered cautiously. "It seems related to my magic, but that's all I can tell."

"Try it on, then," Lyssa urged. "Maybe you'll be able to tell what it does."

"Lyssa, that's dangerous!" Theo cut in.

"It's just an amulet," Lyssa replied with a shrug. "And not even a very fancy one at that. Maybe it can help with his healing spells or something?"

Theo sighed and turned his head towards Kyural. "Well, it's up to you, don't let my sister force you into it."

"I'm not forcing him into anything!"

"Yes, just like how you definitely didn't force that traveler into having a fifth round of drinks at the tavern back in Cedar Port..."

"He could have bailed out of that drinking contest at any time, I didn't force him to do anything!"

Kyural paid little attention to their squabbling and gave the amulet another look. He had to agree with Lyssa, it seemed like a very unimpressive bit of jewelry, all told – not a speck of silver, gold, or any gems, real or fake. It probably had more symbolic purpose to whoever it belonged to than anything else. And yet, there was certainly something magical about it, he couldn't deny that. So, taking the chain in both hands, he reached up and lowered his head a little, taking care to get the chain all the way up and over both of his horns before lowering it.

Nothing happened until he let go of the chain, and the amulet gently fell against his chest. A strong magical shock suddenly zapped him and he let out a yelp, jumping back and almost losing his balance on the uneven footing. The two red pandas immediately turned their attention to him, and he reached down to grab hold of the amulet, bringing it up to where he could better see it – and noticed that the tiny runes on it were glowing a bright yellow now, as was the large symbol on the back.

"Are you all right?" Theo asked, stepping towards Kyural.

"Hey, what's that, around his mouth?" Lyssa asked. She moved in close to him, leaning in even more when he moved back slightly in reflex. "There little golden markings there now. Were those there before?"

Kyural reached up and felt around his maw, but nothing seemed different to the touch. He'd need a mirror. "No, I haven't had any-"

A heavy tingling sensation ran up and down through his entire body, making him shudder in place, his tail going stiff and sticking straight out behind his back for a moment, the fur on his mane standing on end. "Take it off!" Theo shouted, and Kyural fumbled for the amulet's chain, but before he could remove it the tingling seemed to gather and focus itself in his loins, making his legs wobble and his eyes cross, his hands reaching down and grabbing his crotch through his trousers.

"I've got it!" Lyssa cried as she reached out and snatched the chain of the amulet, pulling it upwards. Despite snagging it on both his snout and his horns, making him yelp again, she managed to get it off of him. Swinging it like a bolas as she turned around, Lyssa leaned back, then hurled the amulet as far away as she could.

Theo watched it sail through the air and out of sight. "Good throw, Lyssa, but don't you think it was dangerous to-"

Kyural let out groan and both of his companions turned towards him, each taking a step back in shock. "What the-?" Lyssa began, and Theo cut in, "It's back!" He didn't need to ask what they meant – as impossible as it seemed, he could feel the amulet's weight around his neck even though it had just been taken from him. It clearly wouldn't be that easy to get rid of.

"I'll smash it next time," Lyssa declared, drawing her sword, but then Kyural cried out again – in pleasured surprise.

His pants became much more confined as his cock swelled in tandem with his balls, both surging in size for a half-second, a sensual shock running through him as they did. He could feel the sudden expansion with his hands as well, but before he could think about what it meant, a second surge hit him and his junk swelled again, further filling the space within his pants. By all measures he'd had a very average endowment before, but already it felt like his assets had doubled in size, and after a couple of panting breaths he was hit by another surge of growth, swelling them out further still. His panic from not knowing what was going on somewhat tempered the sensations, but each growth spurt was accompanied by a sudden wave of pleasure coursing through his body, making him shudder and moan embarrassingly erotically.

Lyssa was trying to pull the amulet off him once again, but it got caught on his horns, and Kyural let out another euphoric groan as the next sudden increase to his manhood began straining at his pants, his knees buckling a bit. His balls had to be about the size of an apple – each – and his shaft, while flaccid, was getting longer and thicker, radiating heat against his hands even through his pants. He shifted his legs apart in reflex to give them more space, but it only strained his pants further, and Lyssa gave up trying to get the amulet past his muzzle on account of his maw hanging open as he stared cross-eyed up at the sky and moaned.

The next wave of growth started to pop the stitches on his pants, and he reached under his tunic to try and undo the fastenings on them before it was too late, revealing the bulge his hands had been concealing to the red pandas. "I've got to..." Kyural began, fumbling with the string at his waist, only to shudder and groan out once more as a pulse of magic ran through him and his junk expanded again. A white-scaled sack bounced free as his pants succumbed to the pressure from within, the stitches ripping apart between his legs, the testes within as big as mangoes and adorned with huge glowing golden runes. Immediately after, his white-scaled uncut cock flopped onto the front of his nuts, reaching almost three-quarters of the way to his knees, and as thick across as his wrist.

Both of Kyural's companions could only stare – Theo in shock and Lyssa in a more lustful admiration – as Kyural tried to stagger over to the nearest wall of the ruined building and lost his balance from the sudden extra weight up-front. Over-correcting for it by leaning back and flailing his arms, he ended up falling backwards onto his ass, his cock and balls both throbbing and getting larger right afterward, his heavy sack resting on the ground with his shaft atop it, both orbs within the size of cantaloupes. Putting his hands to his sides to hold himself up as he stared absently at the sky, lost in the ecstatic sensations that were more intense on every pulse that expanded his endowments even further, he could only moan and let the magic run its course.

Every surge of growth made his entire shaft throb to a greater length, lifting up from his sack before flopping back onto it, while the heavy orbs between his legs wobbled heavily with each expansion, surpassing watermelons in size and still continuing to swell. He didn't know how much later it was when it happened, but as suddenly as it began, the magic came to an end and left Kyural panting for breath. Though he was afraid of what he might see, he lowered his gaze to look down at his loins, ignoring Theo's bewildered stare and the hungry look Lyssa was giving him.

His balls were so enormous that they reached down to his shins, the cock resting atop them just a bit longer than that, and thicker than one of his legs, even though both limbs appeared at a glance to be stronger than before. He could just about make out the tiny golden runes running along the sides of his shaft, but they were far more noticeable on his balls, with two adorning the white scales covering each nut, covering the full vertical length of his sack. Their golden lines were highly angular, and they were definitely glowing.

An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment before Theo cleared his throat. "That is... quite the curse," he murmured.

"A curse?!" Kyural blurted out.

"Oh, yeah, like, that thing is bound to you now," Lyssa agreed, pointing to the amulet that was still around his neck. Kyural grabbed it and held it up again to look at it once more, but it seemed no different than the last time he looked, with the symbol on it glowing brightly... in a manner identical to the runes on his balls, now that he thought about it. "That sounds like a cursed item to me. I've heard of cursed swords that people can't get rid of, for instance. But don't worry, I know how to fix it!"

"You do?" Kyural asked, hopefully.

"You do?" Theo echoed, far more skeptically.

"Yeah!" Lyssa replied confidently, sheathing her sword and then reaching to start undoing the straps on her breastplate. "I've heard of this, it's a curse that makes you all pent-up. It'll go away after one climax though, so let me help you out. It's the least I can do."

"Lyssa, what are you doing?" Theo asked incredulously as his sister removed her breastplate and set it aside.

"Just keep watch or something," Lyssa replied, not answering his question as she removed the padded clothing that had been separating her body and the armor, followed by the underclothes on her upper body that were covering her breasts. "Like I said, one climax should fix it."

"Here? Now?" Theo pressed, though Kyural couldn't take his eyes off of her, his cock throbbing again, but from an embarrassing arousal this time rather than growth magic.

"Look how pent up he is now, and... well, it IS kind of my fault," Lyssa said sheepishly, removing her gloves and arm bracers, leaving her in just her trousers, leg bracers, and boots. "Plus, he's not really going to be able to walk like that."

Theo sighed, turning away and readying his bow. "Fine, I'll keep watch on the surroundings," he grumbled, walking towards the front of the destroyed building. "Just be quick about it," he muttered, then stepped out through the remains of the door frame.

Lyssa merely chuckled and looked into Kyural's eyes. "Well, that depends on how much stamina you've got," she teased, running her hands over her front and cupping her breasts, showing them off to him. His already half-hard cock was rising in appreciation, even though Kyural himself was very flustered, rubbing at the back of his head and ruffling his mane up slightly. "You're not a virgin, are you?"

"N-no," Kyural replied, shaking his head. "There was this one girl-"

"One's better than none," Lyssa interrupted, taking a step closer. "You're not getting my pussy, though. Even if you could fit, I don't have any contraceptive magic on-hand, and the last thing I want is to get knocked up, so you're going to have to settle for a titjob."

Kyural certainly wasn't going to turn down the offer. "Okay," he conceded meekly, his cock giving a far more enthusiastic throb, already at its full hardness, standing up from his crotch at almost a 45 degree angle due to the way he was leaning back. While it had grown a little bit in size by erecting, it wasn't all that much bigger than it had been before; he'd always been more of a shower than a grower. His genitals multiplying in size clearly hadn't changed that aspect.

She licked her lips hungrily, trying to approach him, but his enormous sack was getting in the way of her being able to kneel down close enough. "You're huge, I don't think this is going to work," she murmured, then glanced up to his face. "Do you think you can stand?"

"I... I have no idea," Kyural admitted, and so she held out a hand to him. Taking it, he let her pull him to his feet, and he kept hold of her hand for a moment. The extra weight of his gigantic cock and equally massive balls was certainly going to take some getting used to, but much to his surprise, it didn't seem to strain his legs very much even though it should have. Did the magic change those too? They had looked a little more muscular at a glance. His cock bobbed in front of him, hanging downwards as bit under its own weight, and he stared at his titanic endowment, feeling the weight and heat of his orbs resting on his legs.

"You seem fine," Lyssa observed, and he gave a nod – after which she immediately got down on her knees in front of him. The difference in height helped out as she grabbed his thick cock and pressed it against her front, the huge shaft sliding between her breasts while also pressing against her belly. "Fuck, you're so big..." she murmured, both hands gripping his shaft and tugging downwards to roll back his forescales and expose his fleshy cockhead, tilting her head down to smooch it, eliciting a moan from the drake.

He leaned back a little more as she got to work, kissing the glans that was over half the size of her head, her hands sliding to her breasts and doing her best to squeeze them against the sides of his girthy rod. Kyural huffed and let her work, as Lyssa raised and lowered her hips to move her whole upper body along his immense shaft, her soft dark chest fur brushing against his throbbing girth. In truth it was more of a bodyjob than a titjob, but Kyural wasn't complaining, his breaths coming more heavily as she pleasured his cock with her breasts and body while sneaking in licks and kisses to his leaking tip. Just because the situation was incredibly embarrassing didn't mean it didn't feel wonderful.

"I could just..." she muttered to herself before moving her arms to simply hug his enormous cock against her front, holding it firmly and resuming her full-body stroking motions. Kyural moaned louder in response, giving a heavy shuddering gasp when he felt her tongue lap over his urethral opening to lick up the precum oozing heavily from it. "You're leaking so much..." she added, rapidly picking up the pace until she was moving as fast as she could.

Squirming in place, Kyural grabbed onto her shoulders just to have something to hold himself up with, shivering and panting in between his moans. She wasn't letting up or pacing herself at all, simply trying to make him get off as quickly as possible, and it was certainly working. The pleasure grew in intensity as she slid her whole front against his hard shaft, feeling every throb and pulse of it against her front, arms, and breasts. On top of that, his gigantic genitals seemed a lot more sensitive than before, the pleasure almost overwhelming him, and soon his moans were getting louder and more intense.

"Are you gonna cum?" she asked him, but the last word had barely left her mouth when he started to blow, shuddering from head to toe and gripping her shoulders tightly as his cock erupted, his balls clenching and pulling upward in their sack, the runes on it glowing even more brightly. A gigantic rope of thick white seed shot upwards, high enough that it would have hit the roof of the building had it still been there, before raining back down onto both of them and splattering loudly. 

"Holy-!" Lyssa began before Kyural fired a second huge blast of cum, gasping for breath in between moans as he shuddered with his eyes closed, his balls tensing again every time they unloaded another heavy gout of jizz. Gallons and gallons of pearly fluid shot into the air like a geyser only to shower both Kyural and Lyssa in hot, sticky seed, and she clung to his pulsating cock as if to avoid getting washed away, the underside of it swelling out every time another eruption of cum surged through it.

For Kyural, it was the most intense orgasm he had ever had in his life, and he almost passed out when it ended, leaving him taking huge heaving breaths. He and Lyssa were both dripping from head to toe in cum, with a pool of the stuff around them on the ground, and she warily opened one eye and looked up to him before letting go of his cock and moving away. His shaft flopped against his sack with a wet splat, drooling leftover seed from the tip, and he wobbled unsteadily on the spot before Lyssa stood up and grabbed his shoulder to hold him in place.

"Gods above, what happened?" Theo called out, and Kyural opened his eyes, only a little at first, then wider to stare in disbelief at the mess all around him, becoming more cognizant of the heat and weight of the thick semen covering him and Lyssa. Looking down, he felt his heart sink; even though his cock was going soft, it was still just as big as it had been before, and his balls looked no smaller, the glowing runes showing up even through the layer of cum covering them.

"His new tool isn't just for show," Lyssa joked, patting him on the shoulder with a wet squelch of cum. She tried to shake herself, sending sticky jizz flying all over her surroundings, yet it didn't really help to get her any cleaner.

Theo sighed and put one hand to his head. "It didn't even work, and now you two are both a gigantic mess," he muttered.

"It's fine! There's a river not too far away. I think..."

Kyural's panic started to come back to him as he stared down at his oversized junk. "What am I supposed to do?" he groaned in despair, "I can't go around looking like this!"

"We'll try and help," Theo said consolingly as Lyssa scraped handfuls of cum off of her body and tossed them onto the ground, "Since it's my sister's fault that this happened to you..."

"Hey!"

"But..." Kyural protested, "...what am I supposed to do about this? I've got some kind of curse! Who knows what else it's going to do? What if it gets even worse?"

Lyssa took a moment to lick some of Kyural's cream off of her index finger thoughtfully. "I don't think you're going to find anyone who can break a curse like that in your dinky little town," she mused. "No offense to your home – we're from somewhere just as small – but we're honestly amazed we found anyone there who knows any magic at all."

Theo put one hand under his muzzle while pointedly looking away from the other two. "Hmm... you could try going to Otium."

"Otium?" Kyural asked, tilting his head, a glob of semen falling from one of his horns.

Theo nodded. "It's on the north side of the Bay of Tasmarin, but you can get a boat there easily enough, since it's a major trading city. I don't know if the rumors are true, but they say its ruler is a powerful sorceress, and she could probably help you. If not her, then a city that size is sure to have other experts on magic. One of them ought to be able to break the curse, or at least identify its effects."

Kyural hesitated. "I've never been that far away from home," he murmured. "And I don't have a lot of money..."

"Well, you'll get your share of the treasure we found!" Lyssa pointed out. "Good thing my backpack is waterproof, huh? Hopefully that means it's cum-proof too."

Theo sighed, but agreed, "Yes, the money won't be an obstacle. It's your best option, really. And if you need more coin, I'm sure you can work as a healer. We can take you to the nearest port and help get you passage to Otium, too."

"Oooh, yeah, I'll gladly escort you-" Lyssa began, but Theo cleared his throat to cut her off.

Kyural went silent, thinking it over, but he really didn't have a choice – he had no idea what else the curse would do to him, and Lyssa was right, there weren't any mages he knew of anywhere near his home. "All right," he agreed, then looked down at himself again, feeling the weight of his immense balls resting on his own legs. "...I don't suppose either of you have a spare cloak or something I can borrow...?"

"You can have mine," Theo replied, "but only AFTER you get washed off."

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Thankfully, Lyssa had correctly remembered the location of the river, allowing her and Kyural to get themselves, their clothing, and their gear cleaned up. Walking over there had been quite an ordeal, as having to push his enormous sack forward with his legs on each step was slowing the storm drake down considerably, and was going to take some getting used to. And when they got there, he had a new problem: because his endowments had grown even more after ripping his pants, they were now impossible to take off. To his eternal embarrassment, he'd had to ask Lyssa to rip his pants apart completely, something she did with far too much enthusiasm for both his and Theo's liking.

Even though Lyssa had told him she didn't care if he saw her naked, he still elected to face away from her in the river the entire time, not wanting to either provoke Theo or to make things any more awkward by getting erect again. The cool, clear river water washed all his cum off of both of them readily enough, though he hoped it wouldn't do anything weird to the local wildlife as he watched the layer of white gunk float away. She had a towel of her own and Theo offered Kyural one as well, doing his best to avoid looking at the storm drake the entire time. Afterwards, Theo gave Kyural his cloak, the difference in height between them meaning the bottom of the garment dragged on the ground – but more importantly, it kept Kyural covered up, even if it did bulge out a bit at the front.

Eventually they returned to the ruins with damp clothing, grateful for the warm sunlight keeping them from getting too cold, to finish what they started – they'd already cleared out the worst threats, and Kyrual was going to need the money from selling what they found for his trip. Kyural was very glad the remainder of the excursion was uneventful, yielding a few more interesting objects that might fetch a decent price. When they began to head back, he was almost feeling like everything might work out, right up until he saw his town come into sight.

"W-wait," he stammered, coming to a stop. "I... I can't go home like this! I can't face my mother looking like... this!"

"Why?" Lyssa asked with a smirk. "Are you afraid she'll want to-"

Theo silenced her with an elbow in the side, between the front and back sections of her breastplate, with a stern glare to accompany the motion. "I can understand," he said, looking thoughtful as Lyssa rubbed her side and glared at him. "We could tell her that you had an accident and need to be taken for treatment, which is... not entirely untruthful."

"She'll want to see me," Kyural murmured. "Even if you tell her I have something contagious."

Lyssa gave a thoughtful hum. "If she cares about you that much, is it really that bad for her to see you?"

"It's humiliating!" Kyural protested.

"Would you rather make her worry?" Theo pointed out. "If we tell her you disappeared or have some horrible disease, that would cause her a lot of stress."

Theo had a good point, Kyural had to admit. His gaze fell, and he pulled Theo's cloak around himself more tightly. "...okay, fine," he murmured, "But can we at least skirt around the town so I don't have to walk through the middle of it?"

So they did, and Kyural was very glad his house was near the edge of the settlement. It really wasn't much to look at, just a collection of thatched-roof houses each with their own garden plots, connected by dirt roads. The most notable feature in the town was the town square, which was just a big empty area most of the time outside of big gatherings or when some traveling merchant set up a stall. At least they had returned early enough that the hunters and shepherds were still out of the town working...

When they got to his house, Kyural hesitated before he knocked on the door, only for Lyssa to giggle behind him. "Isn't this your house?" she asked. "Why are you knocking?"

Kyural inhaled; he was panicking too much. "R-right," he muttered, then reached out and opened the door, his other hand making sure to keep Theo's cloak pulled tightly around him so as to leave no gaps at the front. His house was modest, but it was still home to him, with a central living area and a couple of bedrooms. His mother was already approaching the door after knocking, a storm drake like him but quite a bit taller, dressed in her work clothes with a stained apron over them, probably having been in the middle of something. She was the town's medicine woman before he had discovered his healing magic affinity, after all.

"You're back!" she exclaimed, but could tell immediately from the atmosphere that something was up. "What's wrong?"

"Mom, I'm going to have to-" was as far as Kyural got before she embraced him in a hug, squirming in embarrassment. She almost immediately withdrew again when her legs brushed up against the bulge under his cloak, and she stepped back, looking him up and down as he fumbled and tried to pull the cloak closed again at the front, but it was too late. He expected her to be shocked or horrified or disgusted...

...but not angry. "You went to the ruins, didn't you?" she asked coldly, narrowing her eyes.

Even Theo and Lyssa seemed rather taken aback. "Do you know something about them?" Theo asked.

"Of course I do! That's why I told you ever since you were a knee-high never to go there!" She took a deep breath, turning away, and Kyural looked down, feeling ashamed of himself. "Why did you lie to me about where you were going?"

"I was curious," Kyural replied quietly, trying to scuff one foot on the floor, only for his enormous ballsack to get in the way, the huge orbs wobbling. "I thought it was all just ghost stories and people being paranoid... I wanted to see for myself what was really there. I'm sorry..."

His mother sighed, took a deep breath, and then turned back to him, her expression having softened. "You always were too inquisitive for your own good, Kyural," she told him a little more sympathetically, "And I suppose it's my fault for not telling you the truth about that place. What did you find there?"

With one hand awkwardly holding the lower parts of the cloak in front of himself, Kyural used the other to extract the amulet from underneath, holding it by the chain to show her the amulet itself. She leaned in closely, nodding in recognition. "Yes... your father had one just like that."

Kyural's eyes widened. His mother had never told him anything about his father before, no matter how much he asked. "He was from there?"

His mother wandered over to the dining table and took a seat, waving for the others to come in, and Theo shut the door behind him. "Those weren't always ruins," his mother explained, "There was some... group there. We thought they might be hermits or monks or something like that. I still don't know exactly what they were, but your father was one of them. He and I met, and..." She gave a wry smile, and gestured to Kyural's loins. "Well, we don't get men like THAT around here very often, I must say. Too much to drink for both of us, and the next thing I know, I'm a mother."

Kyural was about to get into one of the chairs, then briefly pondered the logistics of how to do so with his gigantic package, and instead elected to merely stand next to the table close to his mother. He'd already known he was an unplanned child, he'd heard the gossip, but the rest of this was new information to him. "Is he where I got my healing magic from?" Kyural asked.

"You certainly didn't get it from me," his mother answered. "And he was a healer himself of some kind. But shortly after I laid your egg, bandits sacked the place and burned it to the ground. I got a letter from him saying that he was alive but had to flee to somewhere safe with the 'other members of his order', and that was the last I ever heard of him." Her voice lowered, and she looked down solemnly, staring at the table. "I thought that if I could keep you from following his footsteps, maybe you would be able to live a normal life."

Kyural felt even guiltier, and lowered his head, only to look up again when he felt her hand patting his head. "Mom?"

"What's done is done," she told him. "Did you have a plan?"

"We were going to see him to Otium," Theo began, taking over the conversation. "Someone might be able to undo the magic of that amulet, or at least identify what it is and what it does."

"Yeah," Lyssa agreed, "We think it's cursed."

"Cursed?" Kyrual's mother repeated, raising an eye-ridge. "...maybe? As I said, I never found out anything about his 'order'. If he's got some sort of blood curse he passed on to Kyural, that would just be awful."

Kyural shivered a little from the possibility. He should have just stayed at home! "I'll get my things and we can head out," he muttered.

"You should stay the night," his mother insisted. "You don't want to travel at night, and if you leave in the morning, you can go with someone who's traveling to the port already."

"Not a bad plan," Theo agreed. "We've still got our room above the tavern."

"Just one question before we go, ma'am," Lyssa said, leaning in.

"Yes?" Kyural's mother replied.

"If his father was just as hung as he is... how did he make it fit? Because I have to assume you-"

She let out a cry as Theo grabbed her by the shoulder and began dragging her out, despite her protests, leaving Kyural to watch in stunned disbelief. Once they were gone, he turned his gaze back to his mother, and she met his eyes.

"Magic, I assume," was all she said to answer Lyssa's question for Kyural's benefit, before abruptly changing the subject. "Don't worry, Kyural. You're still my son, and I'll still be here for you." Getting up from the chair, she hugged him again, this time from the side.

"Moooom..." he protested, but turned his upper body to return the gesture. "...thanks."

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Bright and early the next morning, Theo came by to collect Kyural, and with some final parting words to his mother he set out... still wearing Theo's cloak. None of his pants would fit him, and he had nothing else to cover himself with. Lyssa had found a shepherd heading into town with a cart full of wool to sell, and he agreed to let Kyural ride on the back of the cart, saving him from having to walk at his greatly reduced pace. In addition, by sitting on the back facing away, he was able to conceal his enormous bulge from the shepherd, who was far more preoccupied chatting to Lyssa and Theo as they went.

From there it was an uneventful trip down the road to the port town, and after they arrived, the red pandas escorted Kyural to the docks, with Lyssa helping him find passage on a boat while Theo sold the various things they had found at the ruins. Unfortunately, he would be on his own after this: the pair weren't planning to come with him, so once Theo returned and they split the proceeds, they parted ways. Lyssa had asked if Theo wanted his cloak back, but after he and Kyural shared glances at each other and at the bulge Kyural's cock was making in the cloak, he had simply said it would be best if Kyural kept it, and wished Kyural the best before heading off and letting him board the boat.

The boat was a modestly-sized yet extravagantly decorated passenger ferry that would take a direct route across the bay to Otium. The bay's waters were generally much calmer than the ocean's, but Kyural still elected to spend as much of the trip as he could inside of his tiny cabin, where he could remove the heavy cloak and hang it up, leaving him in just his tunic and boots. There was no bed, only a hammock, which proved to be a great struggle to get into, and even then he had to rest his legs on top of his gigantic testes like a beanbag to fit comfortably. At least the upshot of them being so large was that the extra weight didn't put very much pressure on them, and he was able to slip his tail in between the two massive orbs so it wouldn't get crushed. With little else to do, he passed the time either staring at the amulet, snacking on the provisions in his backpack, losing himself in his thoughts, or dozing off.

It was after dark when a bell rang from the deck and someone declared they were approaching landfall. Attempting to gracefully climb out from the hammock, Kyural instead ended up tipping it over and dumping himself out of it, landing on one foot and stumbling into the wall, thrown off-balance by the immense endowments he was sporting. He fell over with a shout and ended up sprawled on his back, cock flopped across his chest, dazed and stunned for a few moments. As he shook his head to clear it, he was grateful that no-one had been around to see that accident...

But just as he was counting his blessings, the door to his cabin opened up. "Hey, are you...?" came a middle-aged female voice, and Kyural let out a cry of surprise, flailing about in his efforts to get back to his feet and cover himself up. "By the Matriarch, you're huge!" the voice observed, and Kyural managed to grab onto the edge of the hammock, pulling himself to his feet, allowing him to grab his cloak off the hook on the wall and hold it in front of himself.

"Wh-why did you come barging in here?" Kyural blurted out, incredibly flustered. He gave the interloper a glance, then did a double-take at what he saw, before quickly staring at the nearest wall, even more embarrassed. Yes, technically the white-furred mink woman holding open his door was decent... but only just barely. Her bright yellow outfit consisted of straps so thin they might as well have been made of string, holding up tiny triangles of fabric positioned over her fleshy bits to keep her modest only in the strictest legal definition of the concept. Her long hair, the same white as her fur, hung down to her shoulders, blowing in the breeze outside, her body illuminated by the lights within his cabin and on the deck.

"I heard a shout and someone fall, I was worried you might have been injured, so excuse me for wanting to check on a fellow passenger," she explained curtly. "How was I supposed to know you were hung like a feral dragon and had your goods hanging out?"

Kyural calmed down a little and sighed. "Sorry, I'm glad you came to make sure I was all right," he apologized. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it," she told him, leaning on the door frame. "Are you a stowaway or something? I haven't seen you this whole trip."

"No, I paid my fare!" Kyural insisted. "I've just been staying in my cabin because... well..." He shifted the cloak he was holding in front of himself for emphasis.

"You can stop hiding it, I've already seen it and I haven't been a virgin for over twenty years," the mink told him mirthfully. "Mind if I come in? It's a bit windy out here on the deck."

"Yeah, go ahead," Kyural muttered, reluctantly hanging the cloak back up. He tried to sit on the hammock, only for the weight of his immense balls to tip him out of it again, so he gave up and settled for merely standing. Meanwhile, the mink came in and closed the door behind her, leaning back against it. "Ugh, I'm still getting used to this..." he grumbled.

"Used to it?" she inquired. "What, you weren't always packing a cannon in your pants?"

"No! It happened yesterday!" Kyural moaned in frustration. "I put on this amulet, and it turns out it's got a curse on it that did THIS to me!" He held up the amulet for emphasis in one hand while gesturing to his loins. "I can barely walk, none of my pants fit, I can't go out in public without a cloak, and who knows what else it's going to do to me... and I can't get rid of the thing either!"

"I know a lot of guys who'd love to get a 'curse' like that," the mink remarked with a chuckle. "Explains those runes on your nuts. Though I guess if it's too big to fit in anyone that kind of defeats the point, doesn't it? Makes sense why you'd want to go to Otium, though."

"Huh?" Kyural asked, tilting his head, taking great care to keep his gaze on her face. The last thing he needed right now was to get... excited. "Why?"

She raised an eyebrow at him. "You're going to Otium for a reason, right?"

"Yeah, to get the curse removed! Someone told me the city ruler is a powerful sorceress. She should be able to fix it!"

"Ahh. Yeah, the Matriarch is an amazing woman, if she can't help you then you're out of luck," the mink told him with a nod. "Word of advice though, if you want to petition her, make sure to show up to the palace early before lines start forming. She's a busy woman and only hears out the populace for a limited time each day."

Kyural breathed a sigh of relief; at least it meant his problems would be over soon. "Thank you for telling me that. But... what did you think I was going there for?"

She gave a chuckle and gestured to her barely-clothed body. "Because you can get away with dressing like this!" she told him, "You've got to be covered up in public, but beyond that, anything goes, and for most private establishments the rule is 'adults only, clothing optional'. I figured you'd want to go there to make it easier to handle your little problem. Or big problem, in this case."

"I... didn't know that, actually," Kyural admitted, "But that's... good?"

She laughed a bit and flashed him a grin. "Of course it's good! I moved there a decade ago and haven't looked back, I was only traveling on business. Best city in the world, if you ask me. Plus there's enough brothels around, I'm sure someone could help take care of you."

"Brothels?" Kyural asked, head tilting to one side. "Is that some sort of magic thing...?"

She gave him an odd look. "No, it's a place that sells sexual services," she explained bluntly. "Tell them what you want, give them money, and you get someone to satisfy your needs. You've really never heard of one? Where are you from?"

"Aryndale," Kyural answered. "It's just a little town in the mountains, I've lived there my whole life but I doubt you've heard of it..."

"Yep, no idea where that is," she answered casually. "So you're a country guy, then? What were you, a farmer?"

"A healer, actually," Kyural corrected her.

"Really? But you can't fix yourself?"

He shook his head. "I've always had an affinity for healing magic, but nobody ever taught me, so I've had to figure it out as I go. I can heal injuries, but I have no idea how to break a curse like this. I don't even know the full extent of what it does! For all I know it's going to start growing again someday and then I'll really be stuck."

"Heh, just so long as it doesn't happen until we reach the dock, I'd hate to have to swim the rest of the way because you sank the boat," she joked. "And I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be able to swim with that pair of boulders weighing you down. Well, want a bit more advice from a resident before we reach the docks?"

"Oh, uh... sure," Kyural agreed. "That'd be really helpful, but I don't know what I can do in return..."

"Ah, don't worry about it, I'm happy to help out a new arrival!" she told him, then added in a quieter voice, "Plus, you've given me plenty to look at and admire, I think that makes us even."

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Kyural futilely tried to cover himself up with his hands and by pulling his tail around to his front, but it was a hopeless attempt that only made her grin wider. "No, no, don't hide it! Flaunt it while you've got the chance! But you'll want to visit a tailor as soon as you can. In fact, I know a good one I can recommend to you..."

For a little while she chatted and gave him some advice, telling him about good places to stay and the sights and establishments she knew about, plus the tailor she mentioned. She also threw in some other helpful hints such as the need to visit a money changer by the docks to get some of the local currency, and advice about where to go for food. It wasn't long before the boat actually reached the docks and she left him to gather her things, wishing him good luck, and Kyural pulled the cloak back on before grabbing his backpack, stepping out from the cabin.

The night sky was mostly clear, with the moons and the stars high above. It was not so late that the city they had arrived at had dimmed its lights any, a myriad of lights stretching out along the coastline from the windows of numerous residences and businesses. A towering lighthouse stood nearby, a structure that fascinated Kyural – he'd heard of lighthouses in some tales from the occasional fisherman at the port when he'd gone there to buy supplies, but had never yet seen one himself. 

The boat had already been secured to the dock and a ramp placed to let passengers disembark, and most of them had already done so, leaving only a few stragglers like Kyural behind. For the moment he kept close to the railing and out of the way of the other passengers, turning to look into the water. It was dark but reflecting the lights of the nearby buildings and the lanterns on the outside of the boat, and he stared into it for a few moments.

Solemnly, he reached up and finagled the amulet past the cloak, up and over his horns and muzzle, and tossed it into the water. It landed with a splash, sinking out of sight, and yet by the time Kyural straightened back up and returned his arm back under the cloak, the amulet had already returned to his neck. So much for that idea. It had been worth a try, though.

Keeping his cloak pulled shut, Kyural walked up to the front of the boat and disembarked, taking his first steps into Otium. It really was nothing like what he'd ever seen before, but then again he'd only ever really known his hometown and the nearest port town. However big he'd thought that was, it didn't even hold a candle to the sight before him: great, wide streets stretching off into the distance, lined on both sides by buildings up to four floors high, with terracotta rooves and plenty of balconies and railings. Even at this hour the city seemed busy – back at home, the only people outdoors this late would be those going to or from the tavern, yet here the streets were still bustling with activity.

His first stop was a money changer, and Kyural came away with a collection of gold, silver and bronze coins. Each one was stamped on one side with the stylized image of a dragon's head, and the words "Honor the Matriarch" written around the edge, while the other side of the coins each featured different images but all bore the phrase "City-State of Otium" on them. Following the mink's directions from earlier, he decided to head for an inn next; his nap on the boat meant he wasn't too tired, but he didn't want to stay up too late regardless, especially if he needed to get to the palace early in the morning to petition the Matriarch.

It was truly astounding how nice the city was – now and then there were parks at corners of the city blocks, with flower gardens, trees, benches, statues, or other decorations. Some intersections had large fountains in the center, a sight that captivated Kyural for a little while when he first saw one, amazed at the water that flowed up and into the air as if by magic. Perhaps it was. Every street he passed down only further highlighted just how little of the world he had seen in his life, and how many wonders were out there in this one city alone. Far off in the distance it seemed he could always see a grand structure atop a hill, enormous and imposing. Surely that was the royal palace, though he would never be allowed in this late in the evening.

The people, too, were an incredible sight: men and women and everything in between of every species he had ever seen, and many more that he hadn't. Just as varied as them were the clothes they wore, ranging from outfits much like what Kyural was used to, to exotic and often incredibly revealing garments in vibrant colors and styles. Even after dark it was still pleasantly warm outside, facilitating such light and revealing clothing, and Kyural found the heavy leather cloak all the more uncomfortable as he continued on.

Peeking into one establishment that he passed, he saw a feline woman dancing with only strips of a shimmering silk-like cloth to cover her, attracting the attention of everyone else within. It was a beautiful display, but Kyural quickly hurried on the moment he noticed she had nothing covering her breasts, quickly turning his thoughts elsewhere to avoid embarrassing himself in public. Having to walk with his endowments weighing him down was hard enough already when he was flaccid...

Soon, though, he arrived at the inn that had been recommended to him, a three-floor building on a side street. The ground floor reminded him of the tavern back in Aryndale, with tables and chairs set out and most of them filled with groups sharing drinks, stories, and laughs. Others were playing dice or card games, but he was unfamiliar with whatever game was set up at one side that involved patrons throwing darts at a target hung on the wall. Even though several tables were available, it was still much busier than he'd ever seen the tavern at home, and it was quite intimidating.

True to the warning of the mink from before, the patrons were much less dressed than the citizens outside, though Kyural still didn't feel quite comfortable about exposing himself even if most of the people around him were. After all, even the most gifted patrons he saw with no pants on were a fraction of his size in terms of endowment.

Making his way to the bar at the back, he contemplated trying to sit on one of the stools before remembering what happened when he tried to sit on the hammock, and thought better of it. Instead he merely found an open spot and waved to the woman behind the bar, and the matronly, sleek panthress took notice and stepped over to him. She appeared to be wearing an apron... and not a lot else that he could see, beyond a pair of sandals.

"What can I get you?" she asked, in the middle of cleaning a beer mug. Though her greeting was friendly, it also implied that she was busy and didn't want to waste time.

"Oh, er, I don't want a drink, I want a room for the night," he replied. "I'm by myself."

"Sure, I've still got some available," she told him, putting down the mug and cleaning cloth. "It'll be one gilder for the night."

He carefully reached under his cloak to where his coinpurse was secured; even though he had no pants, he had at least kept the belt. She took the gold coin he fished out and then stepped out from behind the bar to lead him upstairs, and he followed after her, the view from behind confirming that she was wearing nothing beyond the apron and sandals. His mind was elsewhere, though, as he struggled to ascend on account of his enormous junk encumbering him. He'd just gotten used to walking with it, having to push his own heavy orbs forward with his legs on each step, but going up the stairs was a much greater challenge. His huge sack wobbled from side to side constantly, his thick shaft rolling with it, and he was panting from exertion by the time he reached the second floor, the innkeeper having gotten ahead of him.

Worse, she had turned around and clearly saw the bulge in his cloak as he got to the top of the stairs, though she said nothing. Kyural took a brief moment to take a few breaths before hurrying over to her, and she opened the door she was standing in front of, holding out the key for him. He was silently grateful that his room wasn't on the third floor. "Here's your room," she told him, but just as he was about to go inside, she stopped him and fixed him with a firm gaze. "Do NOT cum on the floors."

Her statement and its bluntness both shocked him, and it took him a moment to reply, "What?"

She pointed to the bulge in his cloak, less noticeable than before but still there. "If you need relief, go to a brothel, don't masturbate," she said flatly. "If I find cum dripping through the floorboards, I'll throw you out on the street." She had a good two feet of height on him, and respectable enough arm muscles that he had no doubt she could make good on that threat.

Deeply flustered, Kyural stammered "A-all right" in the hopes of getting out of the situation as soon as possible. She moved out of his way and he hurried past her into the room, taking the key from her hand, and closed the door behind him. The room was decent; it had a bed, a window overlooking the street, a table, and a lamp fixed to the wall, but little else beyond that.

Far more mentally exhausted than he was physically, even if hauling around his enormous endowments was exerting, Kyural dropped his backpack, cloak, and amulet onto the floor before climbing onto the bed and sprawling out. At least in the bed he had the space to stretch his legs out to the sides, letting his pendulous testes rest on the bed on either side of his tail. Reaching up to his chest, he confirmed that the amulet had returned to it and let out a sigh before closing his eyes and trying to put everything out of his mind.

Yet though he lay there for some time, occasionally shifting and trying to get comfortable, sleep wasn't coming to him. He opened his eyes and stared out of the window at the night sky, then looked back down at himself. The titanic swell of his cock resting atop his balls filled a good amount of his vision as the light from outside kept the room illuminated, but he had a feeling that even if he got up and pulled the window shutters closed, it wouldn't help.

Reaching out, he extended a finger and poked his thick flaccid shaft, absently watching it shift, his eyes drifting to the golden runes on his balls. He hadn't cum since Lyssa had attempted her own idea for breaking the curse, and he'd been able to keep his mind busy earlier. Now, though, he felt a vague desire, one he'd normally take care of discreetly behind his house where no-one would see him. Being seen would be the least of his problems in his current situation, and he worriedly cast his mind back to the innkeeper's warning.

Resting his right hand on his right nut, Kyural felt the warmth almost radiating off of it, fingers lightly brushing over the fine, smooth white scales covering his sack. Even such a gentle touch felt far more gratifying than it ever had before. What kind of weird curse was this? It hadn't gotten any worse – yet – but it seemed like such a strange thing to do to someone. Would anything bad happen to him if he ignored the pent up feeling? He had no way of knowing...

...and it wasn't really ALL bad, was it? He'd almost been knocked out from how intense the pleasure had been when he had cum from Lyssa's ministrations. Would every orgasm be like that from now on? It had eclipsed every prior climax in his life, and he couldn't put that down just to almost all of them being from masturbating.

Kyural shook his head as he felt a vague tingle in his loins. No, he couldn't let his thoughts drift, lest he get thrown out. But what had the innkeeper said? Go to a brothel? The passenger on the boat had mentioned them too, yet before today, all he'd known about them was some association with sailors, and that when he'd asked when his mother several years ago she had simply told him he'd find out when he was an adult. Well, he was an adult now; maybe tonight was the night. Maybe he wasn't the first person to have this problem, and they'd know how to help.

Getting up and pulling his cloak back on, Kyural took his money and the room key and made his way back downstairs. He wasn't sure how long he had been trying to sleep, but the ground floor was emptier, with more unoccupied tables and much quieter patrons for those who remained, though if anything a greater percentage of them had exposed loins. The innkeeper spotted him coming down from the stairs and glanced over to him, but merely gave him a polite nod. Maybe she'd know?

Kyural waved to her and stood where he was, and though she at first moved away to give a glass of some dark ale to a patron at the bar, she turned back afterwards and came over to him. "What do you need?" she asked him, sounding more cordial than before, perhaps since things had quieted down. The staff at the tavern in his town were always gruffer when rushed too...

"Well, um, I'm new to the city, so I don't know where anything is," Kyural explained. "You said something earlier about a brothel...?"

She gave him a nod and pointed towards the front door of the inn. "Closest one is the White Flower Gardens, and they're pretty affordable. Take a left, go to the end of the street, go right, and it'll be about halfway down the road on your left." Turning back to him, she glanced down at the bulge in his cloak. "Enjoy yourself, but don't break any of the staff, now."

"Uh... what?" Kyural asked, but she had already turned back to the bar, leaving him confused. Still, he had some directions, so he made his way outside. The streets were much emptier than before, though lamps at the street corners kept the roads well-lit, and among the other citizens and travelers he occasionally saw pairs of soldiers patrolling the streets. They stood out plainly with segmented steel armor and sheathed swords at their sides, but other than giving him a quick glance they paid Kyural no attention... except for one pair that whispered to one another and chuckled after he passed them in the street.

The establishment he had been directed to was easy enough to find since it had a hanging sign over its door, as well as flower boxes at its windows where an unfamiliar plant with bright white blooms grew vigorously. The lights were still lit despite the late hour, but the windows themselves were made of warped glass, darkened and with a lattice over them to make it almost impossible to see inside. Curious, Kyural stepped in through the open door, finding himself in a reception area, and a very exquisite one at that. The floors were polished wood that reflected the wall lamps, and many comfortable chairs were lined up against the walls while a different set of larger plants with white flowers occupied planters in the middle. At the far end of the room there was a long desk with two receptionists, and a short line at each.

Whatever the flowers in the center were, they had quite a strong smell – not an unpleasant one, just powerful. Kyural felt a little apprehensive, unsure if he was meant to sit or get in line, but one of the people in line finished talking to a receptionist and then took a seat, so Kyural hurried over to get to the back of the shorter line. Perhaps if he observed what the others did, he could blend in better.

Though, doing so was easier said than done. Both receptionists were topless, which was less of a concern for the bright yellow male lizard, and more out of place on the orange and white female cat who was very nonchalant about having her tits out. On top of that, the other customers ahead of Kyural had been quick to open up their robes or other garments after coming in off the streets. He couldn't help but notice that of the other six or so other customers in the room, only one of them was a woman, a red fox who was leaning on the desk to talk to the female receptionist.

"...the biggest you have available, all three of them," Kyural heard the vixen instruct.

"Of course, anything else?" the feline receptionist replied casually.

"No, that's all, just don't keep me waiting. I've got that itch, you understand?"

"I know that feeling. Let me go see who's available," the receptionist answered, getting up from her seat and allowing Kyural to see that, yes, she did indeed have absolutely nothing on. He gulped and quickly looked away, focusing his attention on one of the plants instead, admiring its pure-white blooms. The line moved forward and Kyural kept up, listening in on the man ahead of him, a sleek black rat with impeccably smooth fur and an open white robe.

"Evening, Kaeso," the reptilian receptionist greeted the rat. "Here for the usual?"

The rat gave a chuckle and reached into an inside pocket on his robe to fish out some coins, speaking in a surprisingly sophisticated voice. "You know me well. Yes, the usual."

"Take a seat and I'll go tell them to get the ice ready," the receptionist answered in a cheerful and playful tone, standing up and causing Kyural to look away from his loins. The receptionist headed out through a back door while the rat headed to a nearby chair and sat down. Kyural frowned inwardly; he'd hoped to hear something more useful to him... and what did ice have to do with sex?

The lizard returned first, settling back into his chair. "They'll be right with you," he told the rat, before leaning forward and waving to Kyural. "Next!"

Kyural stepped up to the desk, unsure of what to say. "Er, hi," he began. The first thing that came to mind was "Is this a brothel?" and he felt incredibly foolish the moment the words left his mouth. Of course it was, it was exactly where he'd been told to go.

The lizard took it in stride, fortunately, and he chuckled and smiled widely. "Yes it is, my friend," he replied. "You're not from around here, are you?"

"Is it that obvious?" Kyural asked sheepishly.

The receptionist gave a single nod. "Extremely," he answered in good humor. "You'll find the brothels here in Otium are a lot more open about what they are compared to other cities! Better service and less hard on your wallet, too. So, what are you looking for?"

"Uhm..." Kyural gulped, and took a breath. The receptionist seemed friendly enough, so he admitted, "This is actually my first time in a place like this, but I was told you could help me with..." Hesitating a moment, he reminded himself of how indecently everyone else in the room was dressed, and pulled the front of his cloak open. "...this."

The reaction he got wasn't what he was expecting. "By the Matriarch's tits!" the receptionist blurted out, staring wide-eyed at Kyural's cumbersomely large genitals. "Where in the world are you from?"

The others nearby were all staring at him after that outburst, and Kyural quickly let his cloak fall closed again, shyly answering, "Aryndale."

"I've never heard of it, but if the men over there are all like you, I'll have to visit!"

Kyural shook his head. "Oh, n-no, it's just me. A-and my father, at least according to my..."

His rambling was cut off by the receptionist. "Well, stud, we can certainly help you, though depending what you want you might need to wait until someone who can take that monster is available. What're you looking for?"

"Uh..." Kyural froze up for a moment. "...what're my options?"

"Mmm, well, we've got all the basics covered here," the receptionist explained, leaning forward with his elbows on the desk, his long tail swishing deviously. "Men, women, or someone in-between if that strikes your fancy. If you want to bottom that'd be easier, if you want to top I'll have to find one of our size queens, but there'll be someone who can take you in their mouth, pussy, or ass, whatever you want. If I weren't on-duty I know I'd offer..."

"I'll take him if none of your staff can!" the vixen from before called out.

Even having been told exactly what services a brothel sold, Kyural felt incredibly flustered and rubbed the back of his head. It would certainly solve his problem, though, both of needing a release and not annihilating the room he was staying in; he hadn't forgotten how much of a mess he'd made at the ruins. But as much as the receptionist's enthusiasm was infectious, Kyural wasn't sure he'd be able to fit inside of a woman. "Are you sure they could... manage it?" he asked, "I don't see how anyone could even fit me in their mouth, let alone... elsewhere."

"If you're in the mood for oral, I think I know exactly who to assign you to," the lizard teased. "Take a seat, I'll go make sure she's available."

The lizard got up and left again, and Kyural quickly hurried to a seat, his eyes avoiding the gazes of the other patrons waiting in line, particularly the vixen's hungry stare. Although the chair was very plush, and stable enough that he didn't tip it over when he sat in it, his balls rested heavily on his lap and made an unmissable bulge in his cloak, only garnering more stares from the others present in the room. "Heh," the black rat remarked after a moment to break the silence, "And I thought I had big balls!"

Even more flustered, Kyural waited, first trying to look down only to be distracted by the enormous swelling in his cloak, and then instead he looked up at the ceiling. The other receptionist returned, remarked "Wow, he always gets the best customers," and then returned to her work. Kyural paid no attention to others coming and going until a yellow hand reached into his line of vision and waved at him.

"Hello, everything all right?" the lizard receptionist asked.

Kyural lowered his head and saw not just the lizard, but also someone else standing next to him, some sort of snake of a type he wasn't familiar with. His breath caught in his throat when he saw her standing there wearing nothing but a garland of white flowers around her neck and an assortment of jewelry on her wrists and fingers, captivated by her beauty. Her scales were mostly gray with black bands, yet they were all shining lustrously, polished and smooth. She had no hair and her body was on the athletic side, a little muscular but not heavily so, just enough to indicate she was in good shape. Her breasts would have been more than a handful each for him, and she wasn't shy in the slightest about her slit being right at Kyural's eye level, even when he stared at it and squirmed in his seat.

"Looks like he approves," the receptionist teased. "I'll leave him in your capable hands. And mouth."

He went back to the desk and the snake leaned forward, reaching out and pressing one hand against the bulge his cock was making in his cloak. "Hello there," she told him in a soft, smooth voice, "I'll be taking care of you tonight, my name is Myria. What shall I call you?"

"K-Kyural," he answered, almost lost in a dreamy stupor.

"That's a lovely name. Why don't we move somewhere more comfortable?"

"S-sure," Kyural agreed, almost entranced by her. He could feel his enormous drakehood starting to swell further, so he quickly got to his feet, whereupon she took his hand and started to guide him out from the reception area.

The rear doors led into the establishment's namesake gardens, enclosed by high brick walls above which Kyural could make out the nearby buildings. A small fountain served as the garden's centerpiece, and paths running along the middle area led to nearby secluded areas separated by trellises covered thickly with ivies and other creeping plants, some of which also had white flowers. Kyural picked up a number of sounds from his surroundings: somewhere in the gardens there was music being played for the guests, and there was a constant amount of background conversation. Yet none of it could fully cover up the sounds of bodies coming together, or moans in various pitches and tones, of the other patrons and the staff engaged in carnal pleasures.

Myria led him to a spot close to the back, allowing Kyural to catch just a momentary glimpse into each of the separated areas where the other customers through the arched trellises that served as a 'door' to each. Each one appeared to have a table, a wide sofa, and some chairs, and while some of the interactions were more innocuous involving mere conversation or massages, others were decidedly less so, and Kyural quickly turned his gaze away from each pair – or threesome or foursome – that were busy rutting in a variety of positions. The atmosphere around him was just far too lustful for him to keep his loins under control any longer, and his cock thickened and rose as he walked, the immense shaft bouncing in front of him as it poked out between the folds of his cloak.

Finally, Myria led him to an unoccupied section, and Kyural stood in a bewildered daze for just a moment, unsure what to do, until she slipped behind him and reached around to undo the clasp on his cloak, taking it off of him. "Relax," she told him when he futilely tried to hunch over to cover himself, "You don't have to hide anything. I've been told you're not from around here, and this is your first time at a brothel, is that right?"

"R-right," Kyural confirmed. She brushed a hand up his back and stepped in front of him, bending her knees a bit to bring her head closer to his own.

"Well, I'm here to make sure you're relaxed and satisfied by the time you leave," she told him in a slightly sultry tone, reaching out and running two fingers down his chest over the fabric of his tunic. "If you're nervous, why not let me take the lead? Just sit back, relax, and ask me if there's anything special that you want..."

Kyural gave a nod as she undid the fastenings on his tunic, obligingly lifting his arms over his head to let her take it off and set it aside with his cloak. He was incredibly nervous, but her openness and her friendly attitude both were helping, and when she guided him over to the big sofa, he simply followed her lead and sat down with his sack hanging over the edge of the seat and between his legs, where it rested on the floor. Myria placed one hand on the side of his shaft and slowly stroked it, bringing him from almost-full hardness to completely erect, while she tucked her free arm around behind him to hug him against her side.

Her touch was so skilled that Kyural couldn't help but exhale deeply and relax, submitting to the pleasure he felt. Picking up on this, she continued to directly pleasure him with one hand while the other was more tender, teasing his cock while caressing his back or chest or sides. He stared up towards the sky and then closed his eyes, letting her take control, though he was snapped out of his daze after she tugged his forescales down with both hands. "What unusual markings... is this some sort of writing?" she asked him.

"I... I don't know..." he murmured, shaking his head and looking down at her. He gave a moan a moment later when he felt her mouth against his tip, just kissing it for the moment, though she flicked her forked tongue over the sensitive flesh briefly and sent a shock of pleasure up his spine.

She gave a brief hum and shifted off from the sofa to kneel in front of him, grasping his cock with both hands to pull it down where she could reach. "Just relax," she urged him once more, "I'll take care of everything..."

She opened her mouth wide, and though Kyural was momentarily nervous, he quickly noticed that she lacked any fangs. Slowly and gently, she took the end of his immense pillar of flesh into her maw, until it touched the back of her throat, and then closed her mouth around it, both of her hands leisurely stroking along his full length as she did. Kyural shivered and sucked in a breath as her tongue flicked against the underside of his cock and she started to draw her head back, then move it forward again, the pleasure making him grab the front edge of the couch he was sitting on. "O-ohhhh..."

There was no denying that she was very, very good at this, perhaps not surprisingly if it was her job. Kyural's eyes closed and he leaned back as she kept up her ministrations, slowly increasing her pace, her hands stroking the bottom half of his cock while she took the tip into her mouth over and over. Soon she began pressing further forward, and he felt the tightness of her throat around his massive, sensitive drakehood, bulging her neck out deeper on each forward motion she made. It went down her throat with surprising ease for its size, but then again, she was a snake...

Moaning wordlessly and trembling in his seat, Kyural felt her move her hands from his shaft down to his sack, stroking down the front of his weighty orbs before cupping them from underneath, lifting them off the ground with some difficulty. The feeling was absolutely divine, not just from his massive endowments being far more sensitive, but also from her expertise: she knew exactly how to pleasure a man, even one of his size, and she made full use of that knowledge. It was intensely pleasurable but not overstimulating, just the right amount to keep him moaning without overloading him completely, ultimately able to take the full length of his meat into her mouth and down her throat.

Even after bumping her snout against his lower belly she continued to bob her head back and forth, keeping only the upper half of his cock inside her. She was groaning out too, and he could feel the vibrations in his dick as it kept her mouth full and her jaws parted. Kyural's pleasured moans and gasps joined in with all the others in the air of the outdoor brothel, the music in the background just barely at the edge of his awareness. He basked in the stimulation just as much as the atmosphere around him, sucking in deep breaths in between his deep groans, sharp cries and other noises of pleasure, squirming in his seat.

He held out as long as he could to savor the moment as much as possible, but it was all just too much: her mouth and throat around his cock, her tongue teasing at the underside of it, and her hands caressing and massaging his enormous balls all soon meant he could feel the tingling running up his spine indicating an oncoming climax. "Ohhh... I'm gonna..." he began to warn her, too caught up in the euphoria flooding his mind to think to warn her about just how much there was going to be.

Oblivious, Myria continued her work to bring him over the edge, the snug embrace of her throat around his sensitive glans proving too much to resist any longer. His legs trembled and he threw his head back, letting out an ecstatic moan into the nighttime air that drowned out all of the other patrons' indulgent noises around him. Myria's eyes shot open as Kyural's balls clenched, pulling up in their sack, and his urethra swelled out notably from the veritable tidal wave of hot, thick cum that surged through it, erupting from his swollen cockhead lodged most of the way down her throat.

She let out a muffled cry of surprise from the sudden surge of heat into her stomach, moving her hands off of his balls in reflex when they pulled up, and grabbed onto his legs instead for support. Stoically she took his load with a series of moans and groans that were stifled by the cock filling her throat and mouth, her own eyes glazing over from the sensation. Far too late, as he fired the third enormous blast of seed into her stomach, Kyural remembered just how much of a mess he had made cumming like a fountain from Lyssa's attentions. He wanted to warn Myria to pull off, that there would be too much, but his climax was so potent and euphoric that he couldn't even get a single word out, lost in the intensely overwhelming ecstasy of the best orgasm of his life, beating out the one Lyssa had brought him to. The way Myria's throat kept snug around his throbbing flesh was making it even more intense, and he could only cling to the sofa and ride out his climax.

As if growing more determined, Myria held onto Kyural's legs more firmly, even as her belly swelled and bloated out obscenely from the amount of cum filling her up. Again and again Kyural's massive, churning balls clenched with enough force to lift upwards, unloading yet more of his cream through his throbbing, pulsating cock and adding it to the gallons already bulging Myria's scaled belly. She was trembling as well, holding onto him for support yet still refusing to take her head away, his shaft making a visible bulge in her throat that only grew bigger every time another huge wad of cum surged through it.

Kyural's balls dumped a final thick, heavy rope of jizz down Myria's throat and then his climax came to an end, and he flopped backwards, taking one heavy breath after another of the temperate nighttime air, sprawled out on the sofa. Myria waited a moment longer before pulling off, making him shiver and whimper from the sensation of his cock sliding back out of her throat, and she gasped once she pulled free completely. For a short time they both merely caught their breath, with Kyural slumping onto his side on the couch, his softening cock and emptied balls still hanging over the front of it.

"I should have seen that coming," Myria remarked in good humor eventually, and Kyural forced his eyes open a little bit, then the rest of the way when he saw what he had done to her. The entire contents of his balls were now in her stomach, and it looked like it: her belly was stretched out enough to touch the ground in her current kneeling position, the scales pulled taut as if straining against the enormous load inside.

"I, I'm so sorry," Kyural stammered, "I should have warned you-"

"Don't be sorry!" she urged him, and let out a blissful sigh, rubbing both hands over her inflated stomach. "This feels absolutely amazing! I feel better than I ever have... is this some power of yours?"

"I... I don't know," Kyural said, shaking his head. He started to get up, but she leaned over, having to put one hand on the sofa to stop herself from tipping over completely under the weight of her belly, and used her other hand to push him back down onto the couch.

"Shh... rest, enjoy the moment," she urged him. "How do you feel?"

Kyural hesitated, but did as she asked, and tried to relax, closing his eyes again. "I feel... incredible," he murmured. "You're outstanding... I can't believe you took it all."

She chuckled softly, and though he felt her hand stroking through his mane, he kept still, enjoying her touch. "Truth be told, so am I. I've taken some guys almost as big as you and it was never that easy. I hope you come back again some time."

Kyural nodded a little, his cheek rubbing on the sofa cushion as he did. Maybe this curse wasn't so bad after all...

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After regaining his composure, Kyural dressed and paid for Myria's services, though she had to send him to the reception desk to call for someone to help her given the state he had left her in – much to his embarrassment. But ultimately, it did the trick, and after returning to his room and climbing into bed, he fell asleep almost immediately, only waking when the morning sunlight shone through the window and across his face.

As amazing as it had been, though, he couldn't afford to pay for that every night, at least not without some sort of income of his own. To do that though, he'd have to get rid of the curse, or at least find a way to take the amulet off and keep it off if he could change between sizes of endowment at will. To do that, he'd have to go to the palace... and before that, he'd need some proper clothes. 

Getting out of bed and stretching his arms over his head as he yawned, Kyural got dressed in his tunic, cloak and boots and went downstairs to get something to eat first before venturing out into the city. Otium looked very different during the day, now that he could see much further and more easily, the royal palace in the center of the city a much easier landmark to make out now. It was more of a castle than anything else, with enormous banners, flags and pennants hanging from it or flying in the breeze, all bearing the same dragon-head crest that was on the back of the coins used in Otium.

And although the vibrant night life was gone for the moment, the city was still teeming with activity of a different sort. In addition to restaurants and food shops all opening their doors and inviting customers in, it seemed like Kyural couldn't go a full city block without passing by some sort of merchant with a mobile cart they had set up at the side of the road, though they were most often found clustered by parks to sell their wares. The delicious-looking food on offer made Kyural regret eating at the inn, but there was always tomorrow. In the meantime he'd just have to settle for enjoying the variety of enticing and delicious aromas of fruit, bread, pastries, cinnamon, and other seasonings that wafted by his snout alluringly.

Recalling the mink from the boat and the directions she had given him, he decided to first make his way to the tailor she recommended. There was some subtle shift in the city's design as he entered what appeared to be an entire craftsmen's district: almost every doorway had a sign over it advertising what it sold, and the streets were wider to accommodate the frequency with which carts and wagons of goods were stopped outside of a shop to load or unload. The buildings were uniformly two floors tall, seemingly with space for the owners to live on the second floor above their own shops, and Kyural was overwhelmed by everything on offer. Books, jewelry, weapons and armor, pottery, glassworks, and more were all for sale, and he could have easily spent the entire day just window-shopping, but he kept his focus on looking for the tailor he had been directed to, finding it with little trouble.

A bell above the door jingled as he entered the shop, which was empty of people, but very full of outfits. Kyural wandered inside, looking around at the silk and cotton clothes hanging on racks and mannequins. They ranged from being reasonable full-body robes to barely-covering outfits like the one the mink lady on the boat had been wearing, though they mostly leaned towards the latter. Before he could think on it too long, he heard footsteps, and from the back of the store came the shopkeeper.

"Sorry about that, I... oh, it's you!"

Kyural glanced towards them and was taken by surprise: it was the mink from the boat, but this time she was wearing an outfit made of different segments of dyed fabric that covered her body completely, even if it was so thin as to be practically transparent in most places. "Oh! Hi, uh..." he began, only to realize that he had never asked. "...I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

"Shouldn't you offer yours first?" she pointed out.

"R-Right," Kyural muttered, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm Kyural, and you are...?"

"Renia," she answered. "Good to see you again. How are you enjoying your time in Otium so far?"

Kyural thought back to the previous night and his time with the prostitute. Not so much her specifically – she obviously gave similar services to people on most nights – but the atmosphere, the comfort, the casualness of it all, and how nobody seemed bothered by his curse. If anything, they were entranced by it. "It's been very welcoming so far," he replied.

"Glad to hear it!" Renia said with a grin. "So I'm guessing you want something to wear other than a big leather cloak?"

Kyural gave a nod. "Holding it closed all the time is a pain, and it's kind of heavy for the weather here... and you told me about a tailor, though I wasn't expecting, well... you."

She gave a wry chuckle. "I obviously know myself, so when I said it was a good tailor that I know, I wasn't lying, was I?" she remarked, stepping out from behind the counter and grabbing a roll of measuring tape from underneath it. "I've found people follow up on the recommendation more often that way than if I just tell them I'm a tailor."

It was a little deceptive, but Kyural could tell from a glance at the outfits on display, as well as the fact that she had such a nice shop, that it wasn't mere bluster. "I was hoping to get to the palace after this, so do you have anything already made...?"

She stopped mid-stride and put one hand under her muzzle. "Hmm. Normally for someone short like you I'd have to cut and measure it properly, but as an outsider you probably want something more covering anyway..." She reached forward and grabbed the front of his cloak, pulling it open and making Kyural gasp in surprise, but after a quick look at his junk and how low it was hanging she let go and stepped back. "Trousers are out of the question, but I bet a good set of robes would suit you fine. I've got an idea. Wait right here."

Flustered, Kyural watched her disappear into the back. For a little while he looked over the other outfits on display, seeing if any of them might be suitable, but she came back out before he could make up his mind. Renia had a folded robe and a small box of tailoring supplies that she set down on the counter, stepping back out around it as she waved him over. "Okay, take off that cloak so I can fit this on you."

"W-what? But-"

"Come on, I already saw you practically naked on the boat," she reminded him. "Do you want some new clothes or not?"

Conceding the point, Kyural opened the cloak and set it down on an open section of the counter, feeling very self-conscious as he stood in nothing more than his boots and tunic. And the amulet, but it didn't exactly count.

Renia unfolded the robe and helped him into it. Although it was light, comfortable white cloth, it was far too big for him, not just in length but also with the sleeves. She took it off again and then disappeared into the back, leaving Kyural even more nervous as he stood with only a rack of clothes between him and the front windows, until she returned.

"This ought to do it," she told him, with another white robe in her grasp, unfolding it and holding it up. It was a little fancier, with purple trim on the front and at the cuffs, but it was definitely smaller. She helped him into it again and, though the sleeves still hung quite loosely, the bottom edge of it only barely touched the floor. There was a lot of excess fabric at the front, but by closing the robe and tying the sash, it did a somewhat reasonable job of concealing his bulge – it was still there, but its form was largely obscured by the loose fabric.

She led Kyural over to a mirror near the back and he stood in front of it, turning this way and that. Whenever he moved the wobbling of his enormous package wasn't exactly hidden, especially as the fabric covering his sack was pushed around too, but it was probably the best he was going to get. It was certainly covered, and he didn't have to hold the fabric in place like he did with the cloak. "This is much better, thank you!" he declared.

But she wasn't done and knelt down next to him with the box of tailoring supplies, lifting up the hem of the robe and using pins to hold it in place. "I still need to adjust the bottom of it," she told him flatly, apparently unconcerned for the massive testicles directly in front of her face. "So let me do my thing and just hold still for a bit. It won't take long."

This time when she took the robe away, Kyural was left alone in front of the mirror. At first he tried not to look at it, but then remembered that Lyssa had said something about markings around his mouth. Walking over to the mirror – and turning sideways so that his dick wouldn't press against the glass – he leaned in and tried to inspect his muzzle. Sure enough, though they were small and hard to see, there were tiny golden runes similar to the big ones on his balls going all the way around his mouth, both above and below it. He ran a finger over them, but couldn't really feel anything...

Despite his embarrassment, he checked himself out in the mirror, taking care not to touch his cock any more than necessary to lift it up and look at the underside; the last thing he needed would be to get erect or make a mess in Renia's shop. He had a decent amount of money from the proceeds of the adventure with Lyssa and Theo, but not enough to pay for that kind of damage.

As far as he could tell though, the tiny markings on both sides of his cock were the only ones there; it seemed like only the runes on his balls were of a notable size. Despite a cursory and very humiliating look over the rest of himself, the only other spot he found any golden markings on was in a circle around his tailhole. Hearing Renia's footsteps, he quickly stopped bending over and turned, first to the front of the shop, then quickly around to look at an outfit on the back wall, the sudden motion making his sack wobble and his shaft flop back and forth over it.

"Told you it wouldn't take long," Renia smugly remarked as she stepped out and handed him the robes before grabbing her measuring tape. "That ought to be enough to get you into the palace, but I'm sure you'll want more than one set of clothes, so let me take your measurements and I can work on some more robes like this for you. You can come by and pick them up in three days, sound good?"

A bit taken aback as she leaned in and started wrapping the tape measure around both his sack and his drakehood, Kyural simply stammered "O-Okay" and stared up at the ceiling, doing his best to ignore the feeling of the tape against his sensitive parts – and the occasional touch of her fingers. After measuring his bulge the rest of her measurements were far more normal, and she grabbed a small slate and a piece of chalk from under the counter to write them down, allowing him to finally don the robes she had given him. Thanks to her adjustments, they came down only an inch or so above the ground, which was just enough to keep him fully covered up. The rest of their interaction was surprisingly normal: he paid for the robes and put down a deposit for the additional clothes she would make for him... and then he was shooed out from the shop so that she could get to work.

That was one problem taken care of; now it was time for the much bigger and encumbering issue between his legs. Far too late, he realized that the extra clothes would be unnecessary if he got the curse removed, but at least with robes if they were a little too spacious it wouldn't be that big of a deal. So, now that he could walk and only draw interested looks from the people who were paying closer attention to him, he set off for the palace.

It was a longer walk than expected; it was his first time in a city this large, and the palace was so large that its size in the distance was deceptive, making him think it was closer than it actually was. He didn't mind too much, as the walk gave him the chance to see more of the city, including more residential districts. Even the poorer ones still seemed much nicer than the port town he had set out from, well-constructed and just simply much smaller than the more luxurious areas he passed through – such as those immediately around the palace.

Most of the buildings near the palace reached three or even four floors high, featuring large balconies with hanging plants and grand windows and even a few rooftop terraces. And while it was a quieter part of the city, it still wasn't all that different culturally. Even the clearly well-to-do types were mostly distinguished by the amount and gaudiness of their jewelry, for their clothes were just as light and revealing as everyone else's, albeit almost always made from finer materials like silk. More often the buildings seemed to have their own space for carriages, and the shops appeared to be much higher class as well, judging by the opulence of their signs and front window displays.

Something else he saw on the way, however, made Kyural's spirits raise: among the expensive clothing stores, fancy cafes and restaurants, jewelers, and artisans, he saw more than one shop advertising some sort of expertise in magic, often enchanting. If his visit to the palace didn't prove fruitful, he would have plenty of potential backup plans; surely one of the experts in this city would be able to help him. A second thought came to mind, too – if magic users could make a very comfortable living here, would he be able to do the same? He hadn't thought about what to do after breaking the curse, but maybe if he could work as a healer, especially if he could apprentice to a more experienced one, it might be a much more comfortable living than the tiny rural town he hailed from...

When he got to the front gates of the palace he found they were already open, with an impressive portcullis raised up and the opening flanked by guards. Curiously, while the city guards he had seen were a variety of species, all of the guards here were bipedal silver dragons in much fancier armor, carrying imposing-looking spears instead of swords. Yet they gave him little more than a quick glance – except for one, whose gaze followed the bulge bouncing under Kyural's robes – as he walked inside.

It immediately became clear why: after passing along the guard-flanked path leading from the outer wall to the palace itself, there was only one place he was allowed to go, as the entry hall had guards posted at almost every exit from it. The polished marble floors, golden chandeliers, banners on the walls, and elegant columns rising from floor to ceiling spoke further to the city's prosperity, as well as the numerous statues placed around the room. Though Kyural grew flustered upon noticing that the unclothed ones were anatomically accurate carvings of various anthropomorphic dragons, they were much more tasteful in their choices of poses, more artistic than arousing.

The only exit that was not barred to him was an enormous pair of double doors that led to a massive chamber with a resplendent throne at the far end with beautiful stained glass windows behind it arranged in a stunning display of colors, though they did not appear to depict anything in and of themselves. More columns and banners decorated the side, even though the room seemed largely empty but for the numerous royal guards positioned around the room, all of which were also silver dragons. Perhaps it was used for other events and functions open to the public?

A queue ran from a row of guards halfway into the chamber back to the double doors, and Kyural moved to the back of it to wait his turn, admiring the architecture and particularly the stained glass as he waited. The people ahead of him were mostly from the city itself going by their dress – or lack thereof – though it was harder to tell with some of the more exotic and covering outfits. When their turn came up, they would approach the throne and kneel before speaking, though at such a distance Kyural couldn't hear what was being said.

The figure on the throne was a golden-scaled dragoness decked out with an immense amount of jewelry, some of which even he could detect the magical nature of. Further emphasizing that, some colored magical glass – or maybe crystal? – orbs floated in the air near her, though he couldn't tell if they were glowing or not in the well-lit room. The throne accommodated her tail with a gap between the backrest and the cushion, and he saw her spade on the end of her tail resting to one side behind the throne itself. She had long, pale golden hair, most of which hung down to her shoulders with the rest of it having been elegantly tied into a headband style of braid. Her clothing appeared to be a red silk dress without any sleeves, yet she wasn't wearing any kind of crown – though this place technically didn't have a monarch, did it? She had to be the Matriarch! Looking between the banners on the wall with the dragon-head crest, and then back to the Matriarch, he could almost sort-of see the resemblance, but it was hard to tell given how abstract the design on the banners was.

Kyural grew more nervous as he drew closer. He hadn't the slightest idea how to talk to nobility, and he couldn't simply listen in on the other conversations to get a sense of how to do it – only the petitioner was allowed to get close to the throne, seemingly specifically to keep the conversations private. Everything he'd seen so far pointed to the Matriarch being a benevolent ruler, but how much of that was just an act? He couldn't claim he'd seen everything in the city, so who knew what might be hiding under its surface? He'd read plenty of tales about rulers whose kindness was just a front...

His nervousness briefly grew when he saw one of the petitioners being escorted away by the guards, but he relaxed when he noticed that not only were they going willingly, they seemed quite pleased about the outcome. Kyural hoped he was just overthinking it, and turned his attention forward, stepping into the space that had opened up ahead of him.

When the person in front of him approached the throne, he stepped forward to take their place. Once they began talking to the Matriarch, two of the royal guards nearby came forward. "Er, what are you doing?" Kyural asked when the one on his left began patting him down.

"Checking for weapons and black magic," the one on his right told him, holding up some sort of magical wand and slowly sweeping it over his body.

Kyural began to panic. What if they picked up the curse and thought he was trying to use it as some sort of weapon? He trembled a little bit as the wand approached the amulet; this would be it, he was going to be thrown in prison on top of being cursed and...

Surprisingly, the guard simply continued on. Kyural relaxed for only a couple more seconds before the left guard's hand reached the bulge under his robes. "What's this?"

"Uh, I, er, uh, I..." Kyural stammered, unsure what to say.

"Thought you could hide a-" the guard began, pulling back the bottom of Kyural's robes, only to cut himself off the moment he saw the lower half of the gigantic nutsack and the equally hefty cock that Kyural had been concealing.

"Th-that's what I'm here for," Kyural said quietly, very flustered, and poking his fingers together. "I've been cursed and I need to get this fixed so I can get back to my normal size..."

Both of the guards stared in amazement, with the one on the right lowering the wand to sweep it over Kyural's gigantic package while the drake squirmed in embarrassment. Then a voice from up ahead called out to them: "Guards, please stop humiliating the poor man and let him come forward to make his petition."

"Yes, Princess!" both of the guards called out together, straightening up and saluting, waving for Kyural to pass. Princess? Maybe she could let him see the Matriarch. Despite feeling like he could die on the spot of embarrassment knowing that she had seen him exposed, Kyural hurried over towards the throne until the guards in front of it lowered and crossed their spears, holding their free hands out to indicate he had gotten close enough.

"I-I'm terribly sorry about that," Kyural said, starting to kneel, before realizing how bad of an idea that would be and electing to bow instead.

"You may rise, citizen," the Matr- no, the Princess on the throne instructed him. She was even more stunning up close, as the light filtering in through the stained glass windows colored her scales. Though he expected her to be angry, if anything she looked amused at what had just happened. "And please forgive the guards, even around here they rarely encounter one with such... potency. For what purpose have you come here today?"

He had been so embarrassed he had almost forgotten why he was there in the first place. "Er, well, I was hoping to speak to the Matriarch, I've heard she's an incredibly powerful sorceress who might be able to help me..."

The Princess shook her head, slowly yet with authority. "I am afraid that is not possible. The Matriarch is currently indisposed, and accordingly I, Sidonia, 1st Princess of Otium, am handling the affairs of state in the interim." Seeing his expression fall, she continued, "Rest assured that, as the royal archmage, I have both the means and authority to lend whatever assistance she might have offered you. So please, tell me of your problem."

Indisposed? Kyural put that out of his mind for the moment. "W-well, it's actually about my... uh..." he gestured down towards the outward curve at the front of his robes. "Two days ago, I was cursed, and... well, this happened. I don't know what it is, or how the curse works, or what else it might do to me. I just want it removed."

"Cursed?" Princess Sidonia repeated, raising an eye ridge.

He nodded and picked up the amulet by its chain, holding it up so she could see it better. "It happened when I put this on. If I try to get rid of it, it just comes back."

She leaned forward a little bit and raised a hand, uttering magic words as she positioned her fingers in an odd yet deliberate way. Both her hand and Kyural's whole body glowed briefly with a purple-white light, as did the amulet, and then after several seconds she lowered her hand and shook her head again. "You are not cursed," she said with such certainty that Kyural felt inclined to believe her from that alone.

"What? But... then how... why..."

"I am afraid that I do not know exactly what it is that ails you, but I can tell it is not a curse," she elaborated. "The amulet is not cursed either, though it is most certainly enchanted with powerful magic. From a cursory examination, it appears to be an amplifier."

"Amplifier? Of what?"

"The simplest answer would be 'your masculinity'," Princess Sidonia offered with a hint of amusement to her voice. "But I think it is more than that. There is much more complex magic in that amulet beyond a mere enhancement of one's genitals. But I have never seen the symbol on it or that particular enchantment before. Normally I could find out with some examination, but if the amulet is not able to be separated from you, I am not sure I could investigate as I normally would."

Kyural looked downward, disheartened. It was good to know he wasn't cursed, but he was no closer to figuring out exactly what was going on. "I see. Thank you."

"Wait," she called out, and gestured to two nearby guards, waving them over. "We may yet be able to assist you. Citizen, what is your name?"

"Oh, uh, it's Kyural," he answered, looking back up at her. "Your, er... ladyship," he added hastily yet uncertainly. What did she have in mind?

"Guards, please escort Kyural to the library. Princess Laelia is far more well-versed on obscure subjects than I am. Tell her that I have asked her to assist in this matter."

The closer of the two guards bowed to her. "Yes, Princess."

"Th-thank you!" Kyural stammered in astonishment. Overcome with gratitude, he tried to drop into a prostrate position, only for his own immense balls to get in the way and stop him from fully lowering the front of his body. He ended up tipping forward and falling flat on his face, inadvertently flashing everyone in line behind him, much to their amusement as the flustered storm drake struggled to recover. Fortunately, despite all the extra weight he had accidentally put on his sack, it didn't hurt in the slightest; perhaps they were just too large for the weight to affect them.

Holding back laughter, Princess Sidonia simply gestured and said, "Please rise, Kyural. And think nothing of it. All I ask is that you kindly request for Princess Laelia to report back to me if she identifies what ails you. I'm quite curious about this strange magic I see in you."

"Oh! Y-yes, of course!" Kyural agreed, trying to get back to his feet without embarrassing himself further, and failing. After a few more moments of watching Kyural fail to stand, one of the guards grabbed him under the arm and pulled him up, also visibly making effort not to laugh. "Thank you, Princess!" Kyural added in an attempt to save face.

"You are quite welcome," she told him, then turned her head and called out "Next petitioner!"

Kyural avoided the gazes of the petitioners as the next one hurried forward, and he lowered his head as he heard the next one in line ask, "Can you tell me how to get as hung as that guy was?" Focusing his attention on the guards who were escorting him, Kyural tried to smooth out his robes a bit after his tumble to the floor, pausing when they arrived at one of the other doors out of the main hall.

The royal guard on his right greeted the door guards and was quickly allowed through into a long yet exquisite corridor with a thick carpet running its whole length. Kyural tried to glance into the rooms they passed, but most doors were closed, and the only got a brief look into the others as his escorts urged him along. What he did see looked fairly normal, a mixture of offices for whatever city officials worked here, rooms with tables and comfortable chairs perhaps used for meeting with guests, and one room with a big table covered in a map that had little figures on it.

Some other corridors also branched off, and as they passed down one, they went by a set of enormous windows overlooking a courtyard. Large columns held up the balconies on the next floor up, and the center of the courtyard featured trees, benches, a gravel path, and a stream that sprung up from the ground and ran off to somewhere else, perhaps either back underground or maybe to some reservoir inside. A few figures were milling around, including some other resplendently dressed golden dragons – and some undressed ones, too. A muscular, naked male dragon was holding a pose for the benefit of a painter sitting at an easel, and a female one was lying on her back on the grass, completely nude while talking to what looked like some noble visitor who was quite unashamedly staring at her tits.

From there they continued along various corridors before they finally arrived at the library, entering through an arched doorway. Kyural almost stopped dead just from the sight: he'd thought the throne room had been large, but this room was gigantic! It spanned not one, not two, but three entire floors, with enormous bookcases stretching upwards high enough that he had to crane his head back to see the top of them. The second and third floors had balconies around the edges, connected by spiral staircases, with walkways and sliding ladders providing access to all of the shelves. Huge skylights in the ceiling and a massive window on one wall kept the room well-lit, with currently-dimmed hanging lights likely powered by some magic or other promising to offer illumination during the evening.

One of the guards gently but firmly pushed Kyural on the back of his shoulder to urge him forward, dragging his attention back to where they were going: a desk directly opposite from the door. It had several stacks of books on it, rolled-up scrolls, writing supplies, and a name plate, and as they got closer he saw that it read 'Laelia, Princess XVII, Lorekeeper'. Next to it there was a small bell, and one of the royal guards reached over with a gauntleted hand to ring it once, pause, and then sound it twice more in rapid succession, before standing to attention.

"Coming, coming!" came a female voice from nearby, and a golden dragoness bustled around the corner of a nearby bookshelf, still holding a thick book that she was reading as she walked. There was some family resemblance to Sidonia, for her scales were also a brilliant, lustrous gold, and her hair the same pale golden color, tied back into a ponytail. She appeared to be wearing a white silk garment with a strap over her right shoulder that only went down to just below her waist, but after plucking a bookmark off the desk and inserting it into the tome, she closed the book and Kyural saw that the garment only covered her right breast, leaving the left one exposed. Was she really a Princess? She didn't look the part at all... yet, she took a seat at the desk regardless, looking over it at her visitors. "How can I help you?"

"Princess Laelia, Princess Sidonia has requested you help this petitioner," the guard on Kyural's left explained.

Kyural nodded, keeping his eyes on a stack of books in front of the princess, and added, "Yes, I came to see the Matriarch, but she's not available..."

"Yeah, she's still recovering from the curse-" Princess Laelia began, only for one of the guards to clear his throat loudly and pointedly.

"Curse?" Kyural couldn't help but ask.

"Sorry, I'm going to need you to forget you heard that," Princess Laelia told him with a forced smile. "Matters of state and so on and so forth."

"Er, all right," Kyural agreed. The Matriarch was cursed? That would explain why she wasn't taking visitors... it did make it less likely he'd get any help from her, but if what Princess Sidonia had told him was true, perhaps he wouldn't need her help in the end.

"In any case, I think I can take it from there," Princess Laelia said cordially, and the two royal guards bowed slightly before leaving. She gestured to a chair on the other side of the desk and invited, "Please, sit down and tell me what you need."

Kyural glanced at the chair; it was on the smaller side, and he wasn't so sure it would take the weight of his assets, if he could even figure out how to sit on it comfortably. "Um, I'll stand, thanks," he muttered, then looked back at her, determined to keep his gaze on her face and not on her large, bare breast. "She, er, Sidonia, I mean, PRINCESS Sidonia," he began, fumbling over his words.

"Oh, don't feel like you have to stand on ceremony," Princess Laelia said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "And welcome to Otium, by the way! Have you been here long?"

Poking his fingers together, Kyural muttered, "Is it that obvious?"

She gave a brief giggle. "Natives look me in the eyes; outsiders are either staring at my tits or staring at the floor," she remarked. "But I do hope you are enjoying yourself so far!"

A brief memory of the night at the brothel came to Kyural's mind, but he quickly pushed it aside. "I am, yes. It's a very nice city."

"Good! Mom always says we should all help make the city the best it can be. After all, who wants to live somewhere surrounded by slums and filth?" Laelia asked rhetorically, folding her arms and resting them on her desk, and her breasts on top of her arms in turn. "So even if you're not a permanent resident here, I'm still happy to help. What did Sidonia send you my way for?"

Kyural grasped the amulet and held it up for her to inspect, getting as close to the desk as he could. "I found this amulet a couple of days ago, and um... well, I thought it was cursed, but Sid- er, Princess Sidonia says it's not. She doesn't know what it is, though, so she sent me here..."

He trailed off as Laelia leaned in closely and stared at the amulet, reaching out for it with her right hand. Kyural loosened his grip to let her take it, and she turned it over in her fingers, inspecting the glowing symbol on it. "Now, that is odd," she mused, "Sidonia usually knows all there is to know about magic. But she had no idea about this?"

Shaking his head, Kyural replied, "No, she only knew it wasn't cursed. She thought you might know, and she wants to know what you find out."

"What made you think it was cursed?"

"I can't get rid of it," Kyural told her. "And also... erm..."

"Hm?" Laelia inquired, lifting her gaze from the amulet. But then it drifted back down again and she leaned even further forward to get a better look at him and the bulge in his robes, her eyes widening. "Oh. My. Mom! Why did nobody tell me I had a visitor who looks like he's smuggling a potato sack under his robes?"

Flustered, Kyural glanced away and rubbed the back of his head. "The... the amulet did that when I put it on!"

"And you thought it was a CURSE?" Laelia asked incredulously.

"Yes!" Kyural blurted out, raising his hands in exasperation. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to move around like this? I knock stuff over when I turn around! Even sitting or lying down is an ordeal now! None of my pants fit me anymore! Or ANY pants! And I make such an absurd mess now, and, and...!" He took a deep breath, lowering his hands, trying to get his emotions back under control. "Sorry, it's just... been a lot."

"I can tell," she said sympathetically. "It must be really hard on your legs, too."

Kyural was about to answer in the affirmative, but then stopped. "It's... not, actually?" he mused aloud; he could feel the weight of his mammoth endowments, sure, but he'd had a harder time carrying a half-full backpack around before. "I haven't had that much trouble... I can even go upstairs. It's more that they just... get in the way, not that they're heavy. Even though they are."

Laelia put one hand under her muzzle and hummed in thought. "That sounds like a clue, actually," she muttered, "And does your junk all still work? Have you had sex since it got bigger?"

"Kinda, I mean, not proper sex, but enough to know that it, uh, still works," Kyural mumbled, embarrassed. "Maybe a bit too much, there's just so much fluid now. Please don't ask for more details..."

Drumming her fingers on the desk, she looked quite thoughtful. "Anything else notable about it? Something about where you found it, or anything else that's happened since you put the amulet on? Did it give you any other powers? Any sudden magic abilities?"

"It was in some ruins near my home. I could already use healing magic, it doesn't seem to have affected that at all. My mom seems to think it's got something to do with my father? Apparently he uh... had the same problem."

Laelia gave a sly smirk. "So clearly, either it still works fine for its intended purpose, or your mother was one stretchy woman," she joked. Kyural groaned and put a hand to his face, and Laelia went on, "Hey, don't be embarrassed. I bet MY mom could take it..."

"I just want to find out what's going on," Kyural groused, desperate to change the subject. "Even if I can't fix this, I don't want to find out the hard way that the amulet's going to make me catch fire one day or something."

"That seems very unrelated to the effects so far, but sure," Laelia replied with a nod. She gave him another thoughtful look, then leaned in again, narrowing her eyes. "What's that around your mouth?"

"Huh?" Kyural asked, then realized what she was talking about. "Oh, those markings? They showed up at the same time... I've got more on my, um... you know."

"Can I see?"

Kyural froze on the spot, and began poking his fingers together. "Do you have to...?"

"Come on, I'm not (just) trying to ogle you," Laelia remarked, with Kyural only just barely catching the quietly uttered word in the middle of the sentence. "If those markings are on your cock, then they're probably relevant. They could be another clue! Let me see."

"Okay..." Kyural acceded, stepping around the desk to the side where Laelia was sitting. Deeply embarrassed, he still undid the sash on his robe and opened it up, looking away and trying to ignore the way she inhaled with awe at the sight of his enormous package.

"I don't think even Mom has had a suitor that size," Laelia whispered, "At least not that I remember, it could've happened before I was conceived..." It didn't take her long to notice the huge runes on his balls, and she leaned forward in her seat. "Hey, wait..."

"Hm?"

"Markings like those... wait, yeah, I've seen them before, in a book!"

Kyural suddenly felt excited, his embarrassment about being exposed vanishing. "You have? Where?" he asked her.

"Well, here," Laelia answered, gesturing vaguely around her. "Let me think, let me think... it was an older book if I recall..." Kyural watched and waited as she closed her eyes, lost deep in thought and muttering to herself. Several seconds passed, and just as Kyural was about to speak up, she suddenly stood up from her chair. "Yes! I remember! Wait right here!"

She dashed off to the nearest spiral staircase, and as she ascended, Kyural could see that she wasn't wearing anything underneath her short toga-like garment. His eyes followed her as she ascended to the third floor, delicately stepping past a library clerk re-shelving books, and then bent over to reach for the lower shelves of the bookcase set into the wall she was standing in front of. Doing so also meant she was mooning the entire library, but clearly such things were more acceptable in this city...

She hurried back down to him after sliding a book out from the bookshelf, her breasts bouncing with every step she took down the stairs. Kyural gulped as he felt his loins stirring, having stared for too long, but even though he did his best to entrance himself in the titles of a stack of books on Laelia's desk, it was too late. By the time she got back to him, his shaft was already thickening and starting to raise upward a little, and though he quickly pulled his robes closed again, it merely pushed them aside and poked out from the bottom. So, he moved back in front of the desk, getting as close as he could, sticking his bulge into the gap underneath it and silently hoping that Laelia wouldn't notice.

"S-S-S-So, uhh...." Kyural stammered, trying to find something to talk about in the hopes that his erection would go down before Laelia became aware of it. As she returned to her seat behind the desk, his eyes fell on the name-plate on it. "S-Seventeenth princess, huh?"

"Yep!" Laelia answered cheerfully, setting the book down on her desk. "Princess Sidonia is the 1st."

"That's... a lot of princesses," Kyural murmured. Realization came to him and he quickly asked, "Wait, so your mom- er, the Matriarch, she's had 17 kids?"

"Oh, goodness, no," Laelia replied, and Kyural exhaled. "She had the 53rd just a couple of months ago. Good thing too, who knows what that curse would have done if she'd still been carrying his egg..."

Kyural's eyes opened as wide as they would go. "Wh-what? How?"

Laelia lifted her gaze from the book and looked Kyural in the eyes. "Well," she began, "When someone with a penis ejaculates inside of mom's-"

"Not like that! I mean... 53 kids?"

"And counting!" Laelia interjected.

"That's... that's crazy!" Realizing exactly who he was speaking to, Kyural quickly backpedaled, "Er, I just... I've only once ever heard of anyone having more than four..."

She took it in stride though and gave a little giggle and a smile. "Well, we do things a little differently here in Otium," she remarked, leaning back in her chair. "Once a year or so, Mom – the Matriarch – selects a specific suitor to father another egg. Every one of her children, myself included, is raised and trained to hold a specific position in managing the city, and she uses her magic when we're conceived to ensure that we'll be perfect for the job." With a smirk she added, "Of course, she already filled up all the important positions years ago, but if you ask me I just think she doesn't know how to stop, so we have a princess as the head chef, for instance. An astoundingly good chef, at that."

"I... see," Kyural muttered. "And... how many grandchildren has she got?"

"Zero!" Laelia declared, and Kyural tilted his head to one side. "She already set up a line of succession for us just in case anything happens, which is why Princess Sidonia is handling the affairs of state right now. Mom's also got a powerful enchantment on all of us to prevent any of us from having kids while she's still alive. Which is probably for the best, because Prince Paulus alone would probably already have more kids than her if not for that. And the royal guards wouldn't have quite so many job perks if we couldn't reward them with sex." She cupped her left bare breast in her left hand and sighed as she rolled her fingers over it, teasing at her nipple casually. "I should have had those two stick around to play with after you leave, honestly..."

"That's... uh..." Kyural muttered, not looking away in time. The arousal that had started to subside was coming back again in full force.

"Amazing, right?" Laelia said proudly, beaming at him and putting her hands on the desk. "But you didn't come here for a history lesson, and if you want to know more I can recommend a book to read. No, you wanted this." Tapping on the book on her desk with one finger, she looked at him over the edge of her desk. "However..."

"...however?" Kyural repeated.

"I'd like you to do me a little favor in return. This isn't a PUBLIC library, after all... and since you're just visiting, and also since I can feel your cock brushing up against my legs, I'd say you can spare a little time, can't you?" Kyural gulped and shifted his hips back, but Laelia just giggled. "Relax, I'm flattered, I'd have been more worried if you didn't react that way from being around me this long," she teased. "And something you'll learn if you stay here a while is that sexual favors are a widely-accepted currency in this city."

Kyural looked downwards at the immense cock that was sticking out from the folds of his robes. It certainly seemed to have its own ideas on the situation. "But I don't want to hurt you..."

"Oh, don't you worry about that," Laelia said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "You'll just need to lie down and let me handle the rest. Sound fair?"

He only hesitated briefly; he needed to know what was in that book. And if whatever she had planned felt anywhere near as good as the previous night, well... "Okay. Just... be careful."

"I will," Laelia promised, standing up and tucking the book under one arm. "And on that note, come with me. We're not going to fuck in the library, people are trying to read here and I don't want any of the books getting sticky."

"Er, but I'm still-" he began, pointing at the erection protruding from his loins.

"Nobody will mind," Laelia playfully informed him, patting him on the head and ruffling up his mane. "As long as you don't knock over one of the vases or anything swinging it around. Lucius would be furious."

She started to leave and Kyural followed after her, futilely trying to pull his robes over his bouncing dick, his balls wobbling back and forth, only half-covered by the fabric as well. He got far more interested looks and teasing remarks from the people they passed, flustering him to no end, and he was thankful that they didn't travel very far before reaching their destination.

The room Laelia led him into was unlike any he had seen before. It reminded him a little of the brothel, insofar as the stone-walled room was divided into sections that each featured a couch with only one armrest. More notably, one of those sections had a female royal guard who had only removed the bottom half of her armor, vigorously riding a wolf who was moaning something in a foreign language, both of them too caught up in their carnal moment to notice Kyural or Laelia.

Each section had shelves set into the walls at chest height, supplying stacks of towels, bottles of various fluids Kyural couldn't identify from a mere glance, curious objects that Kyural had to assume had some sexual purpose, and phallic carvings that he was extremely sure were used for deviant purposes. There were closed cupboards he couldn't see into either, and there were several square holes in the stone floor of the room, each about four inches wide, that were covered by metal grates for some purpose he wasn't sure of. There was also a heavy floral scent in the room, though if there were any actual flowers, he couldn't see them. Even more interestingly, each section had a large window... overlooking the ground floor of the courtyard, which meant anyone walking by would be able to look inside easily.

"What is this place?" Kyural asked as Laelia dipped into the first available section.

"It's a relief room!" she answered, putting the book down on the windowsill and tugging off her revealing clothing, exposing the rest of her body. She was very lithe and with only a tiny bit of muscle on her arms and legs – enough to carry heavy books around, perhaps. If Kyural hadn't already been sporting a raging erection, he certainly would have been after taking in the sight of her gorgeous body. Apparently the look he was giving her was obvious enough that she took one glance at him and simply smirked knowingly, before opening one of the cabinets underneath the shelves and stuffing her clothing into it.

"A... relief room?"

She nodded. "We don't want people masturbating or having sex just anywhere, you know. It's distracting, it makes a mess, expensive stuff gets knocked over... so we have a few of these rooms for people to go when they need to relieve a bit of tension. It encourages the guards to get someone to cover their post first, too! And keeps the guests from ruining the carpets or the good furniture. And well..." She cast a very deliberate look at Kyural's package, giving it a hungry gaze. "I have a feeling we'll have to stop by the baths after we're done."

He didn't deny the implication, rubbing at the back of his neck. "So... what do you want me to do?" he asked her, hoping she didn't want him to take the lead. He wasn't a virgin, but he was by no means an experienced lover, either.

"You'll probably want to take off your clothes first," she pointed out, then gestured to the one-armed couch and continued, "Then just lie on your back."

Though he felt self-conscious about getting naked, Kyural did as she asked, undoing the sash on his robes and allowing them to open, even if they already were doing very little to keep him decent. Sliding them off his shoulders, then taking off the tunic he had been wearing underneath, he tossed them and his boots into the same cabinet she had put her clothes into, before moving to the couch. It was surprisingly soft and he sank into it as he sat down, only to immediately realize a problem as his huge and heavy sack hung low enough to rest on the floor. "Um... I'm going to need some help..."

"Ohhh, that's not a problem at allllll," Laelia replied in a sing-song voice, and before Kyural could say anything else she crouched down and wrapped her hands around his enormous ballsack, hefting it upwards. As she moved his orbs to the side he swung his legs up and onto the sofa, allowing him to lie down on top of it, though in the end he had to press one leg against the backing and let the other hang off the side as his nuts took up almost the entire cushion, deeply indenting the fabric. His cock was left standing roughly straight upwards, though the shaft itself had a slight downward curve to it even at full hardness.

He let out a sigh of relief. Even if his legs could – somehow – handle the weight, it was still nice to give them a rest, doubly so after so much walking around. "Thanks," he murmured, reclining until he was flat on his back; his short height meant he couldn't quite rest his head on the armrest. It was quite comfy, and if she wanted to amuse herself with his absurdly-sized endowments, she was quite welcome to.

Except that that wasn't quite her plan, as Kyural found out a few moments later. "Oh, don't mention it," she said as she stood next to him with the book under one arm – and then swung one leg up and over to straddle his head, leaving him staring up between her legs at her holes while smirking down at him past her breasts. He only got a moment to appreciate the view of her slightly puffy pale golden pussylips before she began to descend, and though he started to get up, before he could either get out of the way or protest verbally she lowered her hips and sat herself down on his face. Her weight pressed his head back into the plush cushion below, and her soft netherlips smooshed up against his muzzle, leaving him staring at her belly as he wiggled underneath her.

"Soooo, this is how it's going to work," Laelia told him as she made herself comfortable on his face. One leg was kneeling on the sofa and resting against the side of his head, while her other leg was standing on the floor to help keep her steady. "I'm going to sit here while I do my research, and as long as you stay busy down there, I'll keep reading. Fair trade, right?"

Kyural tried to acknowledge her, but his words were just a mumble into her snatch, and she hummed in response, taking the book in both hands and opening it up. "Thought so! Now let's see, what chapter was it again...?"

Reaching up, he put his hands on her hips. It was necessary to find out what was in that book... and there were certainly worse things to do as a favor than eat out a princess. Taking a breath through his nose, he gave her a lick across her labia, making her shiver above him. "Ooh, that's good!" she exclaimed, grinding her hips down against his face. "Keep going..."

He briefly hesitated, unsure of how he got such a good reaction out of her just from that, before licking her again and making her squirm. Maybe she was just sensitive? She huffed above him and turned the page, and Kyural dutifully continued to lap at her folds, giving long and slow licks that completely covered her slit.

"Mmmh... oh, here we go!" Laelia exclaimed after turning the page once more. "Yeah, I think this is right, let me just double check..."

Kyural let out a gasp into her pussy as he felt her tail grab hold of his unattended throbbing cock, pulling it forward and to the side so that she could look back at the runes on it and his sack by twisting her upper body. She kept hold of it as she glanced between the book and his drakehood, comparing it to something on the page she had open. "Yeah! Yeah, this is it!" she declared soon after, slipping her tail off of his dick and letting it bounce and sway behind her. "Those are the markings of a Fidalian Healer!"

"A whh?" Kyural asked into her vaginal tunnels between licks.

Laelia casually rocked her hips against his face to encourage him to keep going, groaning aloud yet still keeping her eyes focused on the text. "They're a reclusive bunch, apparently," she told him between breaths, "But they're recognizable by the markings around their orifices, as well as on the penises and testicles of the male members!" She carefully turned the book around and held it close enough to her belly that he could just barely see the pictures on it, before she moved it away, but that brief glimpse let him see the familiar-looking runic designs... as well as a silhouette of a man with an enormous endowment like his own, next to a woman with equally oversized breasts.

She went back to reading, pressing her thighs against his head when he didn't resume licking fast enough. Kyural obliged, pressing his tongue further into her slit in the hopes that she would divulge more information, teasing at the silky inner walls with his wet appendage. "Mmmh, you're really good at that," Laelia murmured, shifting about on top of his face. "You said your father was as hung as you are, right?"

That wasn't quite how he'd put it, but it was close enough, and he gave a hum of acknowledgement into her pussy, squeezing her hips with both hands. "Well, apparently their powers are hereditary, but are initially dormant." She let out a gasp when Kyural's tongue brushed against a sensitive spot, and she shivered above him, her tail swishing and rubbing against his cock as it did. "Mmmh, okay, okay, slow down juuust a little...! Aah... anyway, Fidalian Healers just have a natural aptitude for basic healing magic until their powers are fully awakened." He heard her turn the page, taking heavy breaths of pleasure as he went back to merely dragging his tongue over her folds. "There's supposed to be a whole ritual when someone comes of age... and at its conclusion, they get an amulet! Sound familiar?"

Kyural's eyes widened and he froze up as he processed that information. He'd gathered from his mother's words that his father had been part of some order, and so he must have been one of these 'Fidalian Healers'... but did that mean he was, too? And the amulet wasn't cursed, it simply... awakened his powers? "Whh dmm thh mmyhh dh?" he tried to ask, her vaginal walls muffling his question, and Laelia lifted her hips up just a bit. "What does the amulet do?" he repeated, more intelligibly, taking a deep breath while he had the chance.

She lowered her hips back down and hummed aloud, rocking and grinding her snatch to his muzzle as she read more of the book. "Well, it marks you as a member of the order," Laelia informed him. "And it's a bit of an amplifier for healing magic? But that seems to be it, its main purpose – ooh! – is to awaken your powers."

That was good news in that it meant it wasn't going to be changing him in any other surprising ways... but what exactly were these 'powers'? His inquiry was muffled again, and Laelia lifted her hips just long enough for him to ask before shoving her wet pussy up against his maw yet again.

"Mmh... oh, that's why you're so good at this: one power is that sex with you feels really, really good," Laelia told him, forcefully shoving her hips down onto his face, and in response he slid his tongue back up into her tunnels, which were far more moist than before. "Aah, yes! Ooh... but that's not what the runes are for... mm-hmm... oh, I see!"

"Mmh?" Kyural inquired, sending vibrations through her vaginal canal.

"So, you've got healing magic, sure, and you'll be good at that, for fixing up injuries and the like," she told him, starting to bounce on his face, "But there's more than that. You're immune to poisons, diseases, hexes, curses, and all kinds of other nasty stuff." She huffed and bounced a little faster for a brief moment, leaving Kyural to ponder that: immunity to those things sounded great, but what was the catch? "It seems the Fidalian Healers... could only give those immunities to themselves. Aahh... so... they instead have the power to take those things from other people onto themselves. But they're immune, so... it indirectly cures people!"

Kyural briefly hesitated again before moving his tongue absently to encourage Laelia to continue, teasing her sensitive inner walls. He tapped her hips and she moved them away briefly. "So, I can cure poisons and such by touching people?" he asked her.

"Technically, yes," she answered after ensuring his mouth was wrapped around her pussylips again, turning the page. "But, well, let's just say you've been turned into an absolute stud for a reason. You COULD heal someone by just cuddling them overnight... but that's not going to be anywhere near as effective, efficient, or fun as just having sex with them! Which, ooh, you'll be great at. You've even got new tricks there thanks to these powers. For instance, whether you're giving or receiving, whatever you're doing, it'll always fit!"

It took Kyural a moment to understand what she was referring to, but the aching throbs of his unattended cock quickly gave him the answer. That certainly explained how his mother had been able to... conceive him, as it were. And he recalled just how easily the snake at the brothel had been able to take his entire enormous girth; even accounting for her being a snake, she had handled it with relative ease. Mulling that over, he brought his tongue back and idly pressed it right up against the top of Laelia's slit, searching for her clit, more aware of where it was from medical diagrams than from practice...

His tongue eventually made contact with the sensitive nub of flesh, and Laelia let out a yelp, her whole body jerking in response. "Nnh... fuck! Oh fuck! Oh Mom! Ahhh!" Laelia moaned in a very un-princesslike manner as Kyural accidentally pushed her right over the edge. Both of her thighs pressed against the side of his head to lock him in place as she bounced and grinded against his muzzle, and his thoughts about Fidalian Healers were washed away by the gush of juices squirting into his maw. Laelia trembled and gave long cries of ecstasy, her tail repeatedly swishing into Kyural's cock and sending it bobbing back and forth as she rode out an orgasm that lasted quite a lot longer than the one Kyural had observed the only other time he'd eaten someone out.

She flopped sideways when her peak ended, panting for breath, relaxing her grip on Kyural's head by shifting her thighs apart slightly. She didn't get up though, and Kyural kept still, trying to focus on something other than the intensely needy sensation in his cock as it pulsed in the open air, copiously leaking precum down its own length.

"Holy... Mom..." Laelia gasped out between breaths after some time. "That's definitely... the best... I've ever had... from getting eaten out..."

Kyural tentatively tapped the side of her leg, and she shifted away just a little, letting him breathe more easily. "Does it say if it can be reversed?"

"Doesn't say," she answered between breaths.

He frowned. That wasn't a very encouraging response. "Was... was there anything else in the book?"

"Yeah," she replied, taking another deep breath. "I'll... lend it to you. I think... you've earned it," she murmured, opening her eyes and looking down again. The entire time, she had continued to hold the book in both hands with the page open, and she exhaled, straightening up a bit. "Kind of ironic, really... you thought you were cursed... but instead it turns out you're immune to them. You can even..."

She trailed off, and Kyural tried to look upwards, but the book and her tits hid her face from him. "Wait," she said, as if in revelation. "Wait! Curses... you can fix curses... and Mom... you can break Mom's curse!"

"The curse... I was supposed to... forget about?" Kyural asked, but if she heard him, she ignored his words. In a flash she was standing up, slamming the book shut.

"Get up! I have to take you back to Sidonia right now!"

"W-wait...!" Kyural groaned out. His mind was a haze from how intensely aroused he was, his huge shaft throbbing so heavily he was sure he could see it pulsing. He's been plenty aroused before, but this was beyond that; he felt like he was going to explode if he didn't get a release soon. Sitting up a little bit, panting for breath, he gasped out, "I, I'm so... I have to... I NEED you to..."

Laelia cast her gaze over to his raging erection and enormous balls, giving a sheepish chuckle. "Oh, right, I guess that's my fault, isn't it?" she admitted. "Well, I don't want you leaking all over the floors, so... fine, I'll help you out. But after this we're going straight to see Sidonia!"

Kyural would have agreed to just about anything in that moment, his arousal overpowering any part of him that might have realized that demanding sex from a princess wasn't a good idea. "Please... I need... I need you... let me..." he groaned out, reaching out to her with one arm.

She backed up just a little. "Normally I would be more than happy to jump on that thing," she told him, "But I want to be able to walk afterwards, so... tell you what, I'm going to return the favor. Stand up on the couch."

Groaning, Kyural did as asked in the blind, desperate hope that it meant he would get to cum soon. Laelia ducked aside as he stood, opening the cabinet with their clothes in it and stashing the book inside with an almost comical amount of delicacy before closing the cabinet door firmly. She then returned to the couch to lie down on it, barely able to slide her legs and feet past his pendulous ballsack. Waving him closer to her, she instructed, "Bring them here and let me–"

That was far as she got before Kyural obliged her with a desperate groan, trying to lower his hips just a bit. However, when his balls sank onto her face and covered it up, giving her the teabagging of a lifetime, the sudden change in weight made Kyural tip back and he ended up sitting on her chest with his huge sack atop most of her upper body. Not that she seemed to mind, from the excited squeal Kyural felt against his balls as she immediately got to work, her arms sliding out from under his orbs to hug them both against her, while he felt her moving her head to nuzzle, lick and kiss at the testes each several times the size of her own head.

Some small part of his mind told him he ought to try to stand back up, but the intensely pleasurable sensation of having his giant nuts worshipped pushed the thought from his head completely. Especially with how enthusiastic Laelia was – her hands stroked and caressed his orbs in big circles, her arms rubbing at the sides, making the balls within jostle about and roll atop her chest. Even with how much his sack dwarfed her upper body she did all she could to pleasure it, dragging her tongue over the smooth white scales as much as she could reach, rubbing with her entire head by nuzzling in between the two huge boulders.

"Oh my Mom, I can hear them churning!" Laelia exclaimed, though it was a bit muffled, and Kyural was too lost in pleasure to pay attention. All he could think to do was grab his cock with both hands and start pumping it as Laelia continued worshipping his sack and the orbs within, even wriggling underneath him to rub her breasts against his gigantic, potent nuts. "They're so warm!"

A thick trail of precum was constantly leaking from his tip, interrupted only by the occasional shot of the mostly-clear substance that splattered onto the floor. Any rational part of Kyural's mind that told him finishing like this might not be a great idea was ignored as he felt a single-minded determination to reach his climax, gripping his cock with both hands and pumping it, making a bigger mess of himself as his forescales slid back and forth over the pre-oozing tip.

It didn't take long for him to blow, and when he did, he let out a moan that far outdid Laelia's from before. His balls clenched and pulled upward, off of her face, as they unloaded and a massive, thick rope of cum blasted from his cocktip and splattered on the window to the gardens, drumming on the glass loudly enough that everyone in the courtyard would have heard it. His sack un-tensed and the orbs within rolled back onto Laelia's face briefly only to clench for another shot, and Kyural writhed in ecstasy the whole while as his absurdly powerful climax continued, his seed erupting and completely covering the window.

Laelia took a breath each time Kyural's balls lifted from her face, grinning and closing her eyes whenever they fwomped onto her head once again. His enormous orgasm sent jizz spilling over the windowsill, down onto the floor, and across the stone, spreading out so fast that even the drain in the floor couldn't keep up with it. As potent shot after shot of storm drake cum was pumped from Kyural's sack, leaving him in a complete daze of pleasure with no thoughts at all, he gradually flooded the room and caught the attention of another amorous pair who had been too wrapped up in each other, eventually even sending cum spilling out through the door and into the hallway.

Only when his astoundingly mighty climax came to an end did Kyural sprawl sideways against the back of the couch to catch his breath, eyes eventually fluttering open to see what had happened. His eyes immediately shot open wide when he saw light struggling to shine through the thick white goop covering the window, and the floor so thickly coated in semen that the drains were still slowly handling it. Lowering his head, when he couldn't see Laelia he quickly pulled himself to his feet on the couch, struggling to heft the immense weight of his balls.

"Oh, you're going to be REALLY popular around here!" Laelia told him as he lifted his sack off her face, and she wiggled out from under him, sitting up.

"S-sorry... I did warn you there would be a mess..." Kyural mumbled, poking his fingers together.

"That's why we made it in here!" she replied with a wink. "It'll be easier for the castle servants to clean up in this room. Now let's go get cleaned up quickly and then we're off to see Sidonia. Everyone'll be so happy to know Mom's going to be fine!"

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The palace's baths proved to be as luxurious as the rest of the place, featuring four square pools of different temperatures arranged around a central area with servants on-hand to provide massages and scale wax to the royal family, or to groom the fur or feathers of distinguished guests. Life-size, masterfully made, and anatomically correct statues holding large jugs poured fresh water into the baths steadily, allowing Kyural and Laelia the chance to wash off, especially as they had had to walk across the cum-covered floor to get out, leaving a trail of footprints behind. A few other gold and silver dragons plus a couple of guests were at the pools and all stared at Kyural as Laelia led him into the water, but he tried to put them out of his mind and took the opportunity to relax in a hot bath.

As enjoyable as the hot water was, Laelia wouldn't let him stay for too long so that they could go present themselves to Sidonia. As soon as they were dressed Laelia was dragging Kyural off to the audience chamber with a pair of royal guards escorting them, one hand holding his wrist and the other holding the book. She cut to the front of the line by virtue of being part of the royal family herself, insisting to be heard in private immediately. Sidonia, at least, concluded her business with the current petitioner before moving to a side room where they could talk privately; Kyural felt bad for cutting ahead of the other petitioners, but on the other hand, if Laelia was right...

"What's this about, Laelia?" Sidonia asked once the guards closed the door so that they had privacy. The room was just as lavish as the rest of the palace, but on the smaller side, with only a table and two chairs facing each other, forcing Kyural and the royal guards to stand – not that he thought sitting down would have been terribly practical for him. "I did ask to be informed of the discovery, but–"

"He's a Fidalian Healer!" Laelia exclaimed, reaching out with one arm and hooking it around Kyural's shoulders to tug him against her side while she sat in one of the two chairs.

"...and what would that be?" Sidonia inquired when a further explanation did not seem to be forthcoming.

Laelia tapped the book in front of her, already opened to the relevant page, and gave the 1st Princess the rundown: an old order of reclusive healers, wielding powerful healing magic, and with the ability to take ailments of others onto themselves while being immune to them. Hearing it spoken aloud sounded rather fantastical to Kyural, but the ever-present weight of his junk served to remind him that it was all quite real. Was the extra strength of his legs some deliberate part of the curse? No, not a curse; the awakening of his powers? It would make sense that they would change his body in other ways too...

"Wait, you said their powers affect curses?" Princess Sidonia cut in.

Laelia gave an excited nod. "Yes! Exactly! We couldn't find anyone to break the curse on Mom–"

"Laelia!" Sidonia hissed.

"Oh, it's fine, I kinda already let it slip," Laelia dismissed, and Kyural gave a sympathetic shrug to Sidonia, who fixed him a cold stare. "Anyway, he doesn't need to BREAK it, since he's going to just transfer it to himself, while being immune to it. After that, um... well, I don't know, the book doesn't say, but he'll be fine."

Sidonia put one hand to the side of her head and gave a sigh. "I wish you would take state secrets more seriously," she grumbled.

"I'm the Lorekeeper! My whole job is to share knowledge, not to hide it!"

Shaking her head, Princess Sidonia turned her gaze back to Kyural. "I hope you understand the need to keep this quiet, yes?"

"Er... not really?" Kyural admitted. "Why is it such a big deal...?"

"First and foremost, the Matriarch is well-loved by the citizens of Otium," Princess Sidonia explained. "Hearing that she has been bedridden with a curse we are unable to break would trouble everyone greatly, no matter how much we reassure them."

"Yeah, like, Mom's tough, she'll break it herself eventually," Laelia chimed in, patting Kyural on the shoulder further from her. However, he couldn't help but notice an uncertain expression on Sidonia when Laelia made the claim, though he kept quiet about his observation. "But that's going to take a while. We don't really know how long. It was a pretty nasty curse she got hit with, but not as nasty as what she threw back."

"I see," Kyural replied, feeling that it was all well above anything he ought to be concerned with. He was just a small-town healer, who never expected to see nobility, let alone get involved with them. Yet, here he was anyway...

"Secondly, the City-State of Otium is modestly powerful for its size, yet we are largely carried by the might of the Matriarch," Princess Sidonia resumed. "She is a very powerful sorceress, even more than I. The empire we border with might see her incapacitation as a chance to invade and take over the city – we are a very rich territory thanks to the trade that passes through here. It would make for a tempting prize."

"And third, Mom asked us to keep it quiet," Laelia added casually. "So only the royal family and royal guards know."

"...and you," Princess Sidonia said pointedly.

"Yeaaaaah, sorry about that," Laelia apologized with an awkward grin.

Kyural gulped and nodded in understanding. "D-Don't worry, I wasn't planning on spreading it around."

Princess Sidonia's expression softened a bit. "Well, if my sister is correct about you, it won't be a problem for much longer," she said a little more cheerfully. Reaching across the table for the book, she slid it towards herself and turned it around. "So, how will he take the curse from her?"

"Sexually!" Laelia answered, beaming.

Sidonia's eyes flicked upwards to Laelia's face, giving her a skeptical look, as though considering that Laelia may have been joking. "Really?" she eventually asked, both exasperated and incredulous.

"Really!" Laelia answered, pointing to the book. "It works best when one of the two people involved is partially inside the other, and it's a lot better than sticking your hand down someone's throat."

Princess Sidonia glanced at the book for a few moments before looking back to Laelia. "And I assume his enviable endowment is part of that?"

"Yep! The more of him that's in someone else, and the deeper he is, the faster the transfer. A bigger dick means more surface area, which also speeds it up." Reaching over and pointing to a diagram, she added, "There are female Fidalian Healers too, it's the same idea, using sexual contact as a means to magically take ailments from other people."

"Who even came up with this?"

Laelia shrugged. "According to the book, it wasn't intentional. The first Fidalian Healers were just trying to amplify their healing magic. Buuuuuut one of them found out about the sexual healing power, and none of them was particularly inclined to find an alternative, not that I really blame them. So, they made it better over the next few generations, even if it did mean they had to usually operate in secret."

"And this is one of your books, yes? Not his?" Sidonia asked suspiciously.

"Yep!" Laelia replied again, reaching over to the book to show Sidonia the inside front cover where there was a marking stamped on it. "We've had this one for several years, now. He's not just trying to fuck Mom or anything like that."

Sidonia gave another exasperated sigh. "You're a princess, you shouldn't speak like..." she began, before simply giving up. "Never mind. This is very promising, but I will have to take some appropriate precautions."

Laelia gave a nod. "Standard procedure! We can ask Camillia to do her usual screening."

"He is NOT one of Mom's suitors," Sidonia insisted sharply. "Time is of the essence, and I do not want to wait while Princess Camillia does her usual twenty rounds of sex or however many it is these days." Kyural felt nervous at hearing that, but remained quiet as Sidonia continued, "We can have her check him, as long as she keeps it quick. This is a special exception, and I will of course be talking to our Mother about it directly. She will have the final say."

"Oh, I think Mom will agree to it," Laelia replied coyly.

Sidonia narrowed her eyes briefly, then looked over to Kyural. "You, of course, also get a say in this. Are you willing to do us this service?"

"Well, of course..." Kyural murmured, poking his fingertips together. "I wanted to be a healer to help people, and I guess... this is sort of an extension of that?"

"You DID get your healing magic affinity from your dormant Fidalian Healer heritage," Laelia reminded him. "You might be even better at it now that your powers have awakened!"

"And we will, of course, reward you for your assistance," Sidonia added. "You need only ask for whatever is in our power to grant."

Kyural glanced downwards at the floor, grasping his amulet with one hand and looking at it. Of course he would help them, but what did he want in return? Maybe the Matriarch could reverse this, if she was really that powerful. But... then again... if he really did have a unique ability to help people, as unusual as it was...

What would have happened if he hadn't shown up, after all? How bad was the Matriarch doing, really? Was she suffering? And what if there were other people out there too? He thought it over and asked, "Laelia... do you think there's any possibility this can be reversed?"

"I doubt it," she answered bluntly. "You're basically immune to any further magic or physical effects that might alter your body, by design. I read that in their early days some of their members lost their powers that way, so they improved on the enchantments to block transmutations after the awakening of your powers. It's kind of fascinating, since–"

"Then I know what I want in return," Kyural interrupted before she could go off on a tangent. Looking up at Sidonia, he met her gaze, and for the first time since he'd put the amulet on, he felt confident... if only a little. "I want the Matriarch's help to learn how to use these powers."

To his surprise, Princess Sidonia merely leaned forward a little and rested her arms on the table. "Oh?" she asked, prompting him to continue.

Kyural took a breath. "If I'm stuck like this... then I want to find out how to use it. Laelia says I've got new magic and abilities I need to learn, but I don't have anyone else to learn from. I don't know where my father or any of the other Fidalian Healers are, so I can't ask them. But if the Matriarch really is as powerful as you say... she ought to be able to help, right?" He straightened up a bit, trying to project confidence even though on the inside, he was shaking at the prospect of making demands of nobility. "So... I want her to help me. To train me, or to find other Fidalian Healers, or something else. I want to learn how to use this thing," he said, pointing at his crotch... before his meager confidence evaporated. "I-I mean, for healing, with the powers, not uh, not like–!"

Laelia giggled and Sidonia gave a chuckle as the two royal guards shared side-glances. "I understood what you meant," Sidonia reassured him, "and while I will have to ask the Matriarch, I, at least, find your terms acceptable."

Kyural breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you," he told her, managing the best small bow he could.

Laelia's response was less reassuring, as she leaned over and grinned widely, joking aloud, "She could teach you lots of tricks about using it for sex too, you know!"

Quietly, Sidonia muttered, "I can attest to that, given that my bedroom is located next to hers, and I can hear her whenever she brings someone to bed." Straightening up, she went on, "Regardless, I should get back to handling petitions. In the meantime, please make Kyural an official guest of the palace, and ensure he has an escort at all times if he wishes to go outside. I do not want this chance to slip away."

Kyural blinked at her. "Wait... is the city that dangerous?"

"Oh, no, not at all," she told him with a shake of her head, "I'm more concerned about you getting lost, drinking too much, or attracting a crowd. I will send for you once the Matriarch is ready."

"Ah. R-right," Kyural muttered, rubbing the back of his head with one hand.

With that, Sidonia got up to leave, and Laelia took care of the rest. He was taken to a room in the guest wing of the palace, and though he had to go up a flight of stairs, it proved worth the exertion in the end. The room alone was already bigger than his mother's entire house back in Aryndale, complete with a huge and incredibly comfortable bed, a balcony, and lavish furnishings and decorations. Laelia also provided him with a little blue circular badge with Otium's dragon-head crest on it that, according to her, magically held information to identify him to the guards, and could tell them which parts of the palace he was allowed into. It could be changed as needed by the royal family and guards, but to start with she had given him access to his room, the courtyard, the library...

"...and my bedroom, if you want to pay me a visit in the evening," she told him with a wink and a giggle. "Unless I'm still at the library. Sometimes I lose track of the time completely..."

From there he was taken to be introduced to Princess Camillia, the 4th Princess, who seemed rather disappointed to learn that she wouldn't be 'fully screening' him before meeting the Matriarch. Like all of the royal scions, she had brilliant golden scales and pale gold hair, with hers hanging down to her waist in voluminous locks. With a matronly figure and a sizeable pair of breasts that she was not in the least bit shy about showing off, Kyural couldn't stop his cock from rising to attention once again almost immediately.

And for that, she was quite pleased, as it gave her the opportunity to conduct a very thorough examination of him.

She inspected every inch of him closely, with particular attention paid to his hefty cock and potent balls, no part of them going untouched by her hands and mouth, even the back side of his sack. To his disbelief amidst the pleasure, she took Kyural's entire shaft down her throat without issue, though it felt much tighter than the snake prostitute's. Yet she pulled off to keep him on edge, teasing and caressing him in such pleasurable ways, preventing him from reaching his peak for quite a while before finally letting him blow. His worked-up load was absolutely enormous, covering both of them and his surroundings in semen, which she casually examined with her magic before declaring his performance satisfactory and allowing him to leave. Under the guards' escort, he made his second trip to the baths for the day, a servant with a mop following along behind him to clean up the trail of drops and globs of jizz he left in his wake while another took his clothes elsewhere to get them cleaned.

But at least being a royal guest meant he got invited to dinner. The dining hall featured four long tables seating the royal family and the guests, with an actual dress code since the fourth table off to the side held all of the scions who had not yet come of age. The head of the hall had an elevated platform with a single table where the Matriarch would normally sit, yet instead it was Sidonia's seat for now, and when dinner began she merely toasted to the health of Otium and its Matriarch; she clearly did not intend to announce anything about Kyural just yet.

Laelia let him take the seat next to her, allowing him to indulge in the most extravagant meal he had ever had in his life. Perfectly cooked meats and vegetables were served alongside bread, fish, cheese, and more, all available to him if he merely asked. It was his first exposure to fine wine as well, having never had anything but an occasional cheap drink at Aryndale's only tavern, and only Laelia's reminder that Sidonia would be displeased if he got drunk stopped him from going beyond a few goblets of it. There was even music from a few performers playing at one side of the dining hall, and Kyural enjoyed wallowing in the lap of luxury, accepting the guards' escort back to his room afterwards after making a quick trip back through the city to the inn to recover his belongings. As he lay on the soft and comfortable bed, with more than enough space to spread his legs to the side to make room for his balls, he felt like it might not be so bad here after all...

The next day, however, was nerve-wracking. He knew Princess Sidonia might call for him at any moment, and found it hard to take his mind off of that fact, even as he tried to read the book Princess Laelia had left for him. It detailed many reclusive orders beyond the Fidalian Healers, and whoever wrote it seemed to merely be collecting together stories and records from various sources, so he wasn't even sure how much of it he could trust, worrying him further. What if his powers didn't really work as expected? There certainly weren't any instructions in the book, and it wasn't like he could practice...

Finally, a knock on the door snapped him to attention. "Come in," he called out.

The door opened a little and Princess Sidonia poked her head inside. "Please come with me," she urged him, "The Matriarch will see you now."

Kyural's heart skipped a beat, and he froze a moment before closing the book and leaving it on the table he had been sitting at: with some experimentation, he'd found a way to sit that allowed his sack to rest on the floor comfortably without tipping him forward out of his seat. "Should I bring anything, or...?" he wondered aloud.

"Just yourself," Sidonia told him with a touch of amusement, gesturing for him to follow.

Out in the corridor were four royal guards who flanked him as he followed Sidonia. He was taken to a part of the palace he had never been to before, struggling his way up two more flights of stairs to get to the top floor. It seemed to entirely be bedrooms for the senior royal family members, and right in the center of the big corridor was a pair of grand double doors with four more guards posted outside. At Kyural's approach, one of them held up a wand similar to the one that the guard in the audience chamber had used, perhaps scanning for some sort of malevolent magic or illusions, and when he was satisfied with the result they were allowed to enter.

If Kyural had thought his guest room was splendid, the Matriarch's room had it beat handily. A massive balcony at the back was accessible via grand, ornate glass doors, and an enormous four-poster bed hung with silken curtains was the room's centerpiece. Bookshelves, tables, dressers, many potted plants, and numerous wall decorations brought the room to life, and there were several magic-looking fixtures that Kyural couldn't even begin to guess at the purpose of.

The beauty of the room was somewhat marred by the scene within it, though, for on the bed lay the Matriarch. She certainly lived up to her title, as she would have been a good foot or so taller than even the tallest prince he had seen at last night's dinner had she been standing. Camillia's matronly figure was nothing compared to the Matriarch's own, with broad hips, huge breasts, and strong legs. Though she had the same lustrous golden scales as her children, her hair was a much brighter, brilliant shade of yellow than the pale golden hue her children all shared.

Yet she was clearly unwell. She lay on her back atop the bedcovers as two servants nearby waved oversized fans at her, and she wore no clothing at all but for several pieces of jewelry with glowing gemstones, likely working some magic to try and aid her. Her long hair was a mess, spreading out all over the pillows, and other servants waited nearby, armed with food or drink to attend to her on a moment's notice. Though she simply lay there taking deep breaths, it was perhaps stoicism alone that kept her from more vocally protesting against the situation she was in.

Kyural could feel the malevolent magic she was fighting against the moment he set foot in the room. It was truly a powerful curse she had been struck with, and a lesser woman would likely have been killed by it already. The guards remained out in the corridor as Sidonia led Kyural to the Matriarch's bedside, and with each step he grew more aware of the evil magic afflicting her.

"Good morning, Mother," Princess Sidonia said reverentially. As both he and the princess stood at the bedside, she reached out and gently touched one of the Matriarch's hands, before wincing and drawing back, taking a heavy breath. "I have brought the Fidalian Healer that I mentioned yesterday."

"Is something wrong?" Kyural asked, glancing over to Sidonia.

It was the Matriarch who answered, though she spoke with great difficulty. Even in this state, she had a comforting voice, despite how clearly it was strained. "Those who get too close are negatively affected by the curse," she explained, pausing to take a deep breath. "Do you not feel it?"

"I can feel it," Kyural agreed, "But... it's not hurting me." Tentatively, he reached out and touched her hand in the same way Sidonia had done. He felt the presence of the dark magic strengthen, yet nothing seemed to happen to him, and he glanced at his hand, seeing nothing out of the ordinary.

The Matriarch managed a smile when she saw that. "You are the real thing, then," she praised. "Though I knew it the moment the runes on your body were described to me."

"You... you know about Fidalian Healers?" Kyural asked in astonishment.

"Yes," she replied with a nod. "I have been told what you asked for in exchange for your help. I will gladly assist you in mastering your abilities and your magic once I have recovered."

"Oh! Th... thank you!" Kyural stammered, taken aback at how readily she had agreed. But perhaps it was just a small price to pay to be rid of such a powerful curse. "Um, so... what do you need me to do?"

With great effort, the Matriarch began to sit up a little, rolling onto her side. "I wish for us to be left alone," she instructed the servants and Sidonia.

"Are you sure?" the princess asked, concerned.

"I will be fine long enough for the curse to be removed. And I suspect this outsider will find it easier to perform his duty when he does not have so many people watching him."

"It... would help, yes," Kyural admitted sheepishly, rubbing his mane with one hand.

Bowing, Sidonia withdrew from the room, and the servants along with her, leaving Kyural alone with the Matriarch. Now that they had privacy, she continued, "As for what you must do... Fidalian Healers use sexual intercourse as the most effective means to cure others, so I think you know for what I am going to ask."

Kyural gulped, but nodded, and began undoing the sash on his robe, exposing his bare body underneath since he had opted not to bother putting his tunic on. His cock was already halfway hard from having her naked body before him, still beautiful even in her current state, and it continued to rise as he admired her. He had no doubt that she would normally have been overwhelmingly, stunningly gorgeous. "Yes... so I just, uh... have sex with you?" he asked, his voice going quiet towards the end.

"There is a catch," she told him as she rolled onto her front, looking back at him, her breasts pressed into the bed and her arms folded in front of them, leaving some space between her and the foot of the bed. "You may have heard, but I am very selective about the suitors I take for fathering new additions to my family." Kyural gave a nod, and she continued, "Therefore, as you are not one such suitor, I forbid you from engaging in vaginal intercourse."

"But then how..." Kyural began, only for her to raise her hips, spreading her legs slightly. With the face-down, ass-up position she was now in, especially at his short height, Kyural was treated to a direct view of her loins, one that quickly brought his cock the rest of the way to standing at its full hardness. Between her thighs, he could clearly see her pussy, the labia slightly raised and puffy to frame the fleshy pink insides that were visible, yet that was the hole she had just forbade him from using. Her tail raised up and off to the side to make her message clearer, flaunting the other break in her scales nestled underneath the base of her tail where her rear entrance lay. 

"Anally," she said simply, answering the question he hadn't finished asking.

"...oh," Kyural said simply in realization, staring at her tailhole, watching as she flexed it at him temptingly. "I-I've never... uh... I-Is that really all right? I-I mean, you're the Matriarch... I don't want to disrespect you..."

She gave a little chuckle, though she had to take a breath in the middle of it. "This is at my personal request, so there will be no disrespect, I assure you."

Glancing downwards to where his immense drakehood bobbed stiffly, he gave it a nervous prod, making it bob up and down. "But... won't it hurt?" he asked.

Shaking her head, she pointed out, "The powers of Fidalian Healers – confirmed by my fourth daughter – ensure that you will fit quite perfectly." With a sly look, she added, "And furthermore... I am no stranger to anal sex; as I am so selective of who fathers my children, all the other men I take to my bedchambers – be they guests or concubines – must also keep their seed far from my womb. So trust me, I am quite experienced and know how to take men under the tail properly." For a brief moment she went quiet and Kyural felt the power of her curse surge, only to fade as she forced it back under control, one of the bracelets she was wearing glowing briefly. "More to the point... even if it did hurt, which it won't, it would be preferable to having to fight this curse at every waking hour. So please, if you wouldn't mind..."

She wiggled her hips at him insistently, and Kyural took a deep breath to summon his courage, his heart hammering in his chest from nervousness. A week ago everything had been normal; now, he was in a foreign city, as a guest of the city-state, with oversized endowments, after learning he inherited healing magic from some reclusive order, about to have an unfamiliar kind of sex with its ruler in order to save her from a curse. Yet, he recalled what he himself had told the princesses earlier: if he was indeed stuck like this, then he ought to at least use his powers to help people. And this would be just the first, assuming they worked...

"Just, um, tell me if you need me to stop," Kyural told the Matriarch as he disrobed. Half of him was wondering if he was really going to do this; the other half was determined to. This city was incredibly strange to him, but he had to grow accustomed to it, especially given the apparent way in which he might end up having to treat some of his patients...

One thing at a time. First, he had to... figure out how to position himself. If he knelt down, his balls would just get in the way. If he stood, he would be too high up. But perhaps...?

Spreading his legs apart helped give him some extra ability as he stood behind her, and he gingerly reached out and put his left hand on her hips for more support. She looked back over her shoulder, and Kyural gulped, but the look she gave him was an alluring one, silently encouraging him. Taking a breath, he bent his knees a bit to lower his hips, which finally allowed his enormous balls to fit between his legs, though they were currently resting on the bedcovers. His right hand held the side of his cock, barely able to fit halfway around it, and after pulling the forescales back from the tip, he guided it underneath her tail and prodded it against the tight ring of muscle there.

Nervousness gripped him: there was no way it would fit, right? His urethral opening alone was about the same size as the hole she had asked him to penetrate. Yet he couldn't help but notice that the runes on his junk were glowing slightly as if in response. There was only one way to find out, he just had to be gentle and take it slow...

Leaning forward, Kyural began to apply pressure, and to his surprise he felt her sphincter yielding with relative ease – yet though his thick glans spread it wide, it was by no means loose, both her anal ring and the tunnels beyond squeezing tightly around his thick, hard flesh. He let out a shuddering gasp and shut his eyes as the Matriarch moaned, her hands clutching at the bedcovers underneath her, her toes curling as Kyural's cockhead slowly sank into her rear hole.

It was astounding. He moved his right hand to her hip as well to keep steady as he slowly pushed in, feeling an incredible tightness around his shaft as the runes glowed brighter. Yes, he did fit somehow, and from the way she was reacting it felt just as good for her as it did for him, but it certainly did feel like he was pushing a tree trunk through a keyhole. Forcing one eye open as he sank deeper and deeper into her, sliding more of that mammoth cock into the confines of her ass, he watched closely for any change in her demeanor, or any sign he should stop, yet she only continued to moan and shudder underneath him. He was sure that at any moment he would reach some limit of what she could take, yet it never came, and he gasped in surprise as he felt his hips bump up against the curves of her rump.

Looking down, he confirmed visually what he could already feel: his entire girthy length was buried within her anal tunnels, despite how impossible it seemed. And every inch of it was surrounded in sublime tightness, making it hard for him to focus at all. Pulling out just a little and shivering as he did, he could see the runes near the base of his cock shining brightly, just like those on his enormous balls as they rested on the bed.

"It's working...!" the Matriarch moaned out, panting for breath. "I can feel the curse weakening...!"

Kyural felt it too as he pushed his hips forward again, sliding his shaft fully back into the divine grip of her anal passages. He was aware of the curse's energy, and felt it getting closer to him... yet it still didn't affect him in the slightest, and he didn't feel even a tingle. Feeling confident, he tightened his grip on her hips and pulled back again to slide in once more, moaning out along with her from the intense pleasure of burying his shaft deep into her rear. Already he felt her walls getting slick from the copious precum he was leaking, even though whatever magic was allowing her to take the enormous insertion also seemed to remove any need for lubricant in the first place.

Back and forth he rocked his hips, gradually moving faster, unsure of whether he needed to do so or if he ought to be staying still – but it was just too pleasurable not to, the pressure of her anal walls around his cock making him tremble. It was without question the best sex he had ever had in his life, not that there had been all that much prior to coming to Otium, and his eyes kept rolling upwards unfocused as he groaned out. The curse was at the very edge of his awareness, some small part of his mind remembering that there was a reason he was doing this, but for the most part all he knew was that it felt unfathomably pleasurable, and he wanted more.

And evidently, so did the Matriarch, as he felt her tail curling around him. At first he paid it no attention, thrusting against her ass and smacking his hips against her rump in the haze of pleasure, but then she slid her tail past and beneath his own, behind both legs. She shoved her hips back and lifted them higher as her tail lifted him up, his feet no longer on the bed, and he let out a cry of surprise, ceasing his movements and wrapping his arms around the lower parts of her tail. "Harder!" she demanded, "Faster!"

Flailing his legs, Kyural eventually managed to place his feet on the Matriarch's own hips, his hands sliding up her tail's length as she lifted it up, letting him perch the hindquarters of a woman over twice his height. He had to remain crouched down to stay stable, but between his hold on her tail and his feet on her hips, he had enough leverage to resume thrusting, panting and groaning out as he did. The higher positioning of her hips and, in turn, his own, meant that his sack was no longer resting on the bed but swinging freely, and every time he thrust in his immense orbs smacked against the backs of her thighs as well as her wet pussy. He had no doubt any more that the amulet had made his legs much stronger than before, and he certainly wasn't complaining, making full use of his powerful limbs to really hammer her as hard as he could.

Even though he was vocally moaning from the overwhelming stimulation as he thrust again and again into the tunnels that never seemed to loosen, the Matriarch was even louder. Among her moans and cries of pleasure more demands of "Harder!" and "Don't stop!" any time he slowed down even briefly. They were interspersed with more general shouts of "Yes!" and "More!" as well as colorful expletives he wouldn't have expected someone from the nobility to utter, much less shout at the top of her lungs. The intense euphoria of the hard and deep anal sex was consuming almost his entire awareness, only just barely registering how closely he felt the curse itself, as though it was moving into him, still unable to do anything to him beyond make him aware of its presence.

Over and over he drilled his shaft into her depths, feeling the pleasure mounting. To his surprise, her rapid-fire "Yes, yes, yes!" suddenly became a long and loud moan as she was driven to an orgasm before him, splashes of juices from her pussy squirting onto his enormous sack, and he wasn't far behind her. Particularly from the way her anal walls clenched and spasmed around his entire length, Kyural shuddered head to toe and let out a shuddering moan as he clung to her tail, managing only one single additional thrust before reaching his peak. "I'm gonna-!"

His warning was far too late, as was the realization of just what he was going to do to her. His immense sack pulled taut and the orbs within churned loudly as they began to unload. His urethra swelled out as vast amounts of cum were pumped through it and into the Matriarch's intestines, a veritable flood of hot, thick cream that made her moan even louder gushing into her, making her clutch at the bedcovers. Throwing his head back, he let out a moan that eclipsed hers, the orgasmic bliss hitting him like a tidal wave and immediately claiming the crown for the best climax he had ever had in his life.

It was all he could do to hold onto her, clinging to her tail for dear life, keeping his pulsating shaft buried within her, riding out the utterly mind-blowing orgasm that completely dominated his consciousness for a while. He could feel every throb of his shaft against the anal tunnels it was sleeved in, every squeeze and ripple of those same walls around his flesh, and the growing pressure as his cock acted as a plug to keep every last drop inside of her – even as more and more and more seed flooded her ass.

The Matriarch trembled and groaned as her belly swelled outwards with every clench of Kyural's sack, the drake helplessly lost in the throes of his orgasm. Every time his orbs pulled upwards and unloaded another wave of cum, her stomach bloated further, soon pressing against the bed underneath her and swelling out to the sides. Yet she only moaned louder and more vocally, both of them locked together throughout the rest of their climaxes, both of them left panting and gasping for breath.

Although Kyural physically recovered first, he was so overwhelmed by his orgasm and the afterglow following it that it was the Matriarch who spoke before him. "That was outstanding," she told him between heavy breaths, "You really are... everything I had hoped for."

Kyural forced his eyes open, leaning to the side a little, shocked when he saw just what he had done to her. It looked like she had swallowed an entire sack of potatoes from how much her belly had bloated outward, and he stammered, "O-oh, I-I'm sorry, I-I should have pulled out...!"

"I would have kept you in if you tried," she told him with a chuckle, rubbing one hand over her belly. "I've heard of how incredible sex with a Fidalian Healer can be, but the descriptions cannot live up to the reality." Exhaling heavily, she added, "And it truly did work... I can sense the curse within you, but it is waning, unable to feed on you, starving of magical energy to sustain itself."

Kyural took a moment to focus on something other than the way her anal walls continued to grip his softening shaft. Yes, the curse was there, and within him – he was actually, really cursed this time. Yet it was impotent, its presence growing weaker with each breath he took. If anything, it felt like he was absorbing its power for his own, for as it grew weaker, he felt himself growing stronger, not physically but more... magically, as though it was adding to some potential he had yet to tap into.

His thoughts were interrupted as the door to the room opened. Kyural was startled, but there was little he could do to hide the compromising situation, not that Princess Sidonia seemed to mind as she poked her head in through the door. "I take it from the lack of noise that you are done?" she asked, somewhat facetiously. "Was it successful?"

"Oh, yes," the Matriarch murmured, quite unconcerned for her daughter and some of the guards and servants peering inside being able to see her. "It worked perfectly. Bring us something to drink – and also have one of the servants bring a plug over. A big one. I will need it to make it to the baths in this state."

"Of course, Mother," Sidonia replied with equal parts respect and amusement.

She left, and some of the servants filed back in, taking appreciative looks at the scene on the bed before them. "Should... should I pull out?" Kyural whispered.

"Not until the servant with the plug is ready," she replied with a chuckle. "Now, your reward, Kyural. I will grant you much more than you asked. Citizenship of Otium will be yours, and I will see to it that a residence is found for you, and you may stay here in the palace in the meantime. I will also do all that I can to train you personally, while seeking out a Fidalian Healer. I ask for only two things in return."

Kyural frowned; hadn't they had a deal? "What things?" he asked, still clutching her tail.

"First, that you do all you can to help the people of my city," she told him. "Sidonia told me you wanted to become a healer to help others, so I imagine this condition is not unreasonable for you."

Kyural gave a nod. "Yes... it's going to take some getting used to, but I want to help," he agreed. In a city this size there was sure to be no shortage of people needing his assistance. "What's the other thing you want?"

Looking over her shoulder, she gave him a sly, sultry look. With the curse gone, she already looked better, her eyes seeming brighter than before as she smirked at him. "That we do this again some time," she crooned, her long tail curling down to rub the tip against the back of his balls.

He hesitated only a single heartbeat before replying. "Gladly, Matriarch," he told her, and couldn't help but smile.
