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A commission for Renn.

You can find stories like this and more over on my Patreon and/or Subscribestar. Enjoy!", "writing": " The bards don’t sing about the quiet moments of an adventure. Their mastery of pacing never finds a way to slip in the boredom between traveling, the pain of blisters, or the exhaustion after a battle long fought. No, their tales ended with epic glories, tragic ends, or, in Redalt’s preference, a massive feast. \n \n There were no feasts waiting for him and his party in the next town. No appreciation for culling the fire elemental plaguing the countryside beyond a cheaper room. When Holga asked, the tavernkeeper looked up and down before stating that the bounty was put up annually. “The reward on it should be enough.” He argued, explaining that as vital as adventurers were, they were not above farmers or local peacekeepers. They had a function and they did it. \n \n “You might want to update the bounty,” Rocky said. The smaller gnoll’s fine clothes were more stained with dirt than singed, at least compared to the rest. Redalt’s robe, which was more of a kilt now. Him, Holga, and Harriet, their hare ranger, eyed the lithe gnoll with contempt. He stuck their tongue out. “Oh, don’t be like that. I finished the job.”\n \n “Could have been before that lava snake melted my axe.” Holga pointed to the melted iron headed club on her back. Hopefully there was a smith in the town who could fix it, or provide her with something better. Whichever was more affordable. The half-orc went through weapons like Rocky went through lovers. \n \n “Just pay for the rooms,” Harriet snapped. Her pointed ears twitched when mad, usually toward who was making her mad. This time they couldn’t find a target. \n \n Redalt paid for a single. Harriet and Rocky demanded separate rooms, so he paid for two instead. Rocky frowned, but one look from Redalt told the other gnoll there would be no strangers in their bedrooms tonight. \n \n “You coming?” Holga asked Redult. He shook his head and ordered a drink after Rocky. Now that he’d banned sex with strangers, he needed to keep a close eye on their swashbuckling friend. He wouldn’t want the prince to escape. Again. \n \n A secret royal in an adventuring party wasn’t unheard of. The bards loved that stuff and those who listened loved to act it out, making more stories for the bards and so on. A cycle of inspiration to annoy every adventurer doing it because they have no better option. That wasn’t fair to Rocky as his reasons were only half about exploring the world. The other was running away from responsibility. Though, as a gnoll himself, Redalt sympathized with his plight. \n \n Few gnoll clans treated their men fairly. If he were a female, Redalt would have greater authority than most males in clans he visited. Generally, clans got around that loophole by right of ownership. If one dishonored a taken male, they dishonored the female, and politics got complicated from there. As an outsider male he privileges barely above that of a common clan male. Leaders would tolerate and listen to his wisdom, but never let him demand anything. But he had freedom. \n \n Rocky, who was currently flirting up the barkeep for a free drink, had less luxuries as a prince. Sure, he technically had more authority than Redalt in a clan, but authority meant nothing if one couldn’t act on it. He was more a pawn, a piece to be traded for better relations. It’s why his dick was locked up, so no one outside his mother’s approval could make a child with him. \n Those circumstances intertwined their fates. Redalt’s drink arrived as he pondered it, imagining the memory through the foam overflowing the tankard. Gnoll tribes preferred gnoll adventurers for more private work such as finding a runaway prince. He’d taken the job like any other and tracked him to a slaver den. Typical place for running royals to end up.\n \n Mistakes locked Redalt in chains. When he met Rocky the prince had already developed a plan and was delighted to learn Redalt could cast spells. Redalt offered to help on the condition he’d come back with him to the clan. Rocky made a counteroffer, “I’ll come when I’m ready. Stay with me until then, so you can get the reward.” \n \n That was two years ago. Two years of adventuring with the prince, whose quick wit got them into more trouble than his quick blade could deal with. Were it not for the survivalist Harriet or the brute force of Holga, the two of them would be dead in some ditch somewhere. Or in the stomach of a beast. Or animated corpses. The wilds were a dangerous place. \n \n That didn’t mean Rocky never tried to slip past them, something Redalt emphasized was not happening tonight when we subtly shifted the earth under the feet of whoever flirted back with the prince, forcing them to trip.\n \n “You’re no fun,” Rocky said, taking the defeat as he sat next to Redalt.\n \n “We’re not here for fun. We’re here to rest.”\n \n “Resting can be fun.”\n \n “Your kind of fun doesn’t help others rest.” \n \n The prince pouted. Redalt didn’t care. \n \n The two sat in silence. Sweet, blissful, silence, broken up by the laughs of bargoers. “You did well out there today.”\n \n “I did what I had to.” Redalt said. \n \n “Oh, so modest. So humble. You didn’t have to pull Holga out with that little backwards rockslide. She’d have made it out just fine.”\n \n Redalt nodded. She’d have jumped away if needed. “It was, what’s that thing you say? Spurt of the moment?”\n \n “Spur of the moment. Come on, Reddy, you’ve been out of the tribes longer than me.”\n “I’ve never had much interest in interacting beyond what is needed.” \n \n That made Rocky laugh. “Reddy, you’re an adventurer. There’s plenty of other professions you could have taken that didn’t involve interacting with people. By all the hells, Harriet can survive on her own indefinitely if she wants to.”\n \n “Survive, not thrive.” Though he didn’t care to socialize, Redalt knew he needed it. There were days he regretted not taking a teaching position in the academy. Sure, the freedom to go from place to place was wonderful, but it could be lonely even with friends. Adventuring groups don’t always stay together, lest they risk getting too attached. All it takes is one death to ruin that. He’d been lucky to avoid it so far. \n \n “So you say.” Rocky looked around, sighed, and called back for another drink. Two came. Redalt hadn’t realized he finished his and thanked the barkeep for the refill. \n \n “So, this is going to sound like an…odd question.” Rocky traced a fingertip along the rim of his tankard, “But have you ever used magic in bed?” \n \n Redalt stopped himself from spewing beer from his nostrils. “What?” He asked, beating his chest to get his lungs to stem the painful cough. \n \n The smaller gnoll’s ears drooped. “You’re telling me no one has asked you about using magic in bed?” He crossed his arms defensively. \n \n Sex magic wasn’t an uncommon question. There were plenty of magic users, from studied wizards to inborn sorcerers to pact holders, that talked about it. Witches in particular loved to on on about how they sold snake oil to cure difficulties in bed. Redalt had no such experiences. “Charms aren’t my thing.”\n \n “I didn’t say charms, I said magic.”\n \n “Charms are a form of magic.”\n \n Rocky inched closer, “But not your magic. You never used it in the bedroom? A little shock to get people going?” \n \n Redalt, blushing, guzzled down his drink before answering. “I, well, I haven’t used a bedroom for something like that in a long time.” \n \n Stunned, Rocky ordered another drink and tossed the barkeep a gold piece to keep them coming. “What? You? Why not? Are you not into it?” \n \n Normally Redalt would have left the conversation there and called it a night. Normally he wouldn’t have so much alcohol loosening his lips. “No, no, I like sex.” The idea of it anyway. “I’m just, well, I scare people off.”\n \n “You? You’re as docile as a puppy.” \n \n “It’s not my attitude that does. It’s my, well, size.”\n \n The prince’s brow perked up. He glanced down. “Really? I haven’t noticed anything in our travels.”\n \n “Have you been looking?” \n \n “On occasion. I like to glance.”\n \n Redalt closed his legs at that, suddenly becoming more aware of his growing erection. Something about Rocky’s interest gave him pause. From his smile, his lithe body, to his perky personality pressing. Maybe it was the alcohol, but the prince was fetching in his tight yet singed outfit. \n \n “What’s this have to do with my magic anyway? You can use lightning spells or upturn earth in the bedroom.”\n \n “Why not?” Rocky grinned. “You don’t think a little jolt could be exciting?” The prince took Redalt’s hand between his legs, inching close enough so that no one could be the wiser. “Don’t you just want to take hold of what’s down here and give it a good shock? Let it know you mean business?” \n \n “Is that what you want?” Redalt asked, sinking into the prince’s offer. “A little pain for being a bad princeling?\"\n \n “Oh, I’m bad now?” Rocky giggled, “Why’s that?”\n \n “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Redalt hadn’t the faintest idea but liked where this was going. Not that he knew that either. Alcohol was phenomenal. \n \n “Maybe,” Rocky grabbed Redalt by what remained of his robe’s collar, “Why don’t we discuss this in the bedroom? Maybe you could show me what’s so scary for everyone else.”\n \n Before he knew it, Redalt carried Rocky upstairs and kicked down their bedroom door, tossing him aside over the nearest bed. Ever the expert, Rocky had stripped down to nothing by the time he landed. A quick glance at the floor showed he’d been stripping their entire way up. The expensive gear was saved for last. \n \n “So, show me.” Rocky beamed from a kneeling position on the bed. “Whip it out.”\n \n Redalt almost did. “Maybe I should make you earn it.”\n \n “Oh?” Rocky’s grin reminded Redault of the predators in cub tales. He leaned over the railing, “What do I need to do, sir?”\n \n That broke him. Redalt froze, spine stiffening as his mind blanked. He stuttered, looking to and fro for some kind of distraction. Then the prince took his hand. “Hey, are you ok?” He asked, dropping his enthusiasm for concern. \n \n “It’s my first time.”\n \n “Using magic in bed?” Rocky asked. Redalt frowned. Rocky, ever excited Rocky, went white in the face. He curled up and patted a spot for Redalt, who took it with care. Even for a gnoll, Rocky was thin. Far too lithe for the physical labors. The chastity cage looked like it was stuffing something heavy inside it, but he moved unbothered, crossing his legs and leaning close. \n \n “Let’s start with a kiss.” Rocky urged. Redalt nodded, shivering anxiously as their lips met. For once the prince was patient, letting Redalt take the lead as their tongues tangled together. He even guided Redalt’s hand over his body. “Touch me where you want. I’m all yours.”\n \n “What if I touch something you don’t like?”\n \n “Then I’ll tell you.”\n \n His hand wavered over the price’s stomach, tentatively brushing the fur against his paw. With moans as his guide he traveled downward, his claws trailing along the metal bars of the cage, fingertips rubbing what little pink flesh pressed against them in longing protest. The smallest drops of precum lubricated his fingers as it rubbed it like some enlarged clit. Rocky’s heavy breaths urged him more, right up until he held the yeen’s entire sack in his hand. \n \n “I’m going to use a spell now, prince. It shouldn’t hurt, at least not like how you’ve seen it in use.”\n \n He whispered the arcane words in a language only those infused with mana could hope to understand. It was a simple spell, one taught in self-defense. The trick this time was reducing the magic to make it less debilitating. \n \n Rocky’s sudden yelp overshadowed the crack of lightning. His body tensed, hands gripping tighter against Redalt’s robes. He would have pulled away if the prince had not whispered his next words. “Call me bad…”\n \n “You are bad…a bad person…”\n \n “Boy. Bad boy. Dirty talk.”\n \n Redalt squeezed with his next zap. “Yes, a bad boy. You keep leaving a mess of things and fucking your way through the towns we visit. Someone out to put you on a leash.”\n “Is that a promise, sir?”\n \n Again with that title. Redalt’s cock became a trunk underneath his robes. “Maybe. Would keep you from running off like the spoiled slut you are.”\n \n “I am very spoiled.”\n \n “You are…” Redalt kissed him. “It’s infuriating.”\n \n Rocky clasped Redalt’s lower lip with his teeth and pulled just enough to be playful. Redalt leaned closer to nip at his neck, taking ownership like gnolls did of one another in intimate moments. \n \n The prince winced, his confidence shattering into a soft whine. In the time Redalt had known him, Rocky had never been seen mating with another gnoll, outcast or otherwise. His partners were conquests, unserious distractions to avoid reminding him of home and duty. Redalt pulled away, ready to apologize for bringing that revelation back under the crushing weight of his jaws. The prince silenced him with two fingers.\n \n “Harder…” he whispered. \n \n Redalt left a bitemark on the next one. \n \n Before long the prince straddled himself over Redalt, grinding his hips against the hardening rod underneath his robe. “Why are you still dressed?” he whispered.\n \n “You didn’t give me the chance to strip, my prince.”\n \n “So polite.” Rocky bit him softly, “You don’t need to be.” \n \n He slithered down Redalt until his knees reached the floor and his nose braced the outline of his cock straining the robes. With one heavy whiff he shivered in delight, soaking in the trapped musk. It was only when he pulled the cloth aside that his eyes wilted. Wide eyes stared up in the shadow of Redalt’s towering rod. \n \n “It’s as thick as tree roots…” Rocky said, his voice a whisper. Redalt held his breath when delicate fingers felt along his heavy cock. “How do you walk around with this thing?”\n \n “I have a hunch.”\n \n “A lot of gnolls do.”\n \n “You don’t.”\n \n “I like to stand straight. Annoyed my sister.”\n \n The prince peeled away the foreskin, licking between the folds before kissing the tip of the girthy shaft. His tongue cycled as he inched down, slathering the thick phallus. Two hands held it steady. Redalt watched the prince look up as he went down, eyes filled with desire. He laid his hand upon the prince’s head. Not to direct him, he could tell Rocky needed no help. But the prince enjoyed the display of ownership, of power. \n \n It took some doing and a lot of gagging, but with determination the prince's nose reached the base of Redalt’s cock. He pulled off with a pop, heavy breaths no doubt filled with the fresh taste of the mage’s rod. “My belt…” Rocky said, breathing heavily as he pointed to the item in question. “Blue vial. Take it.”\n \n Redalt did so, examining the vial for any identifiers. “Is this some kind of stamina potion?” he asked. \n \n “It’s lube.” Rocky, back on the bed, propped his ass up. “You lather it over your cock and my ass. Redalt didn’t need any further instruction. He appreciated the blue goop over his cock and the prince’s hole between spread cheeks. His tip braced the rim, warm to the touch. He pushed inside, the lube forcing him to slow himself lest he smash balls deep right away. He was certain the prince would love that, but he wanted to take his time.\n \n No matter how much the prince whined, or egged him on, Redalt didn’t give in. He filled the prince at his leisure, savoring every inch of that well-stretched hole with a cock that terrified most. His hips rocked carefully, pulling back half an inch only to sink another inch inside. The prince threw his head back when Redalt reached his prostate. He hung it low as it dug deeper, the pressure ever present. \n \n Then, like a frog to boil, he raised his tempo slowly. Grinding along the prince’s prostate, with both hands on his ass to keep him steady, leaning over to nip at his neck. Thanks to the lube his thrusts squeaked and squelched, mixing with the hushed moans of a prince filled, and the rising plapping noise of their bodies hitting each other. \n \n He filled him before realizing it. Spurts of seed spewing from his cock, leaving the prince filled like a pastry. Yet Redalt kept going, something driving him more to pound that stretched hole. Rocky bounced into him, eager to share the pleasure or squeeze it out of him drop by drop. \n \n By the fourth shot he voiced his concerns. “Why am I still hard?” he pulled his cock out with a pop. It pulsed in his grip, almost tender to the touch. He winced when Rocky grabbed it, shuddering with every wet stroke.\n \n “It may have been more than just lube,” Rocky said, tilting his head to the discarded vial. “It’s a little something I grab for people I want to spend the entire night with. And from experience, I know you’re not tired. It’s giving you enough energy to go for more. You’re just curious.” He leaned in, kissing the gnoll on his lips. “Does that satisfy your curiosity?”\n \n It did. And, until morning, he’d make the most of it. \n \n ***\n \n Holga and Harriet normally had breakfast with Redalt, with Rocky coming in late. Seeing Rocky first prompted a tiny inquiry from them, but Redalt showed up shortly after shut them down. His clothes were messy as though slept in, because he slept in them, and his face was drained. He guzzled three pitchers of water alone. \n \n “You know,” Holga said, enjoying her breakfast, “If two are going to hold us up we might have to get a single room.”\n \n “I thought you enjoyed your privacy?” Rocky asked. \n \n Holga shrugged. “The rooms are too thin for that to matter sometimes.”\n “Oh? So you want to watch?”\n \n Harriet did a spittake. “Absoluately not.” \n \n Redalt ordered a fourth pitcher for the road ahead.\n \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "       The bards don’t sing about the quiet moments of an adventure. Their mastery of pacing never finds a way to slip in the boredom between traveling, the pain of blisters, or the exhaustion after a battle long fought. No, their tales ended with epic glories, tragic ends, or, in Redalt’s preference, a massive feast.
      
       There were no feasts waiting for him and his party in the next town. No appreciation for culling the fire elemental plaguing the countryside beyond a cheaper room. When Holga asked, the tavernkeeper looked up and down before stating that the bounty was put up annually. “The reward on it should be enough.” He argued, explaining that as vital as adventurers were, they were not above farmers or local peacekeepers. They had a function and they did it.
      
       “You might want to update the bounty,” Rocky said. The smaller gnoll’s fine clothes were more stained with dirt than singed, at least compared to the rest. Redalt’s robe, which was more of a kilt now. Him, Holga, and Harriet, their hare ranger, eyed the lithe gnoll with contempt. He stuck their tongue out. “Oh, don’t be like that. I finished the job.”
      
       “Could have been before that lava snake melted my axe.” Holga pointed to the melted iron headed club on her back. Hopefully there was a smith in the town who could fix it, or provide her with something better. Whichever was more affordable. The half-orc went through weapons like Rocky went through lovers.
      
       “Just pay for the rooms,” Harriet snapped. Her pointed ears twitched when mad, usually toward who was making her mad. This time they couldn’t find a target.
      
       Redalt paid for a single. Harriet and Rocky demanded separate rooms, so he paid for two instead. Rocky frowned, but one look from Redalt told the other gnoll there would be no strangers in their bedrooms tonight.
      
       “You coming?” Holga asked Redult. He shook his head and ordered a drink after Rocky. Now that he’d banned sex with strangers, he needed to keep a close eye on their swashbuckling friend. He wouldn’t want the prince to escape. Again.
      
       A secret royal in an adventuring party wasn’t unheard of. The bards loved that stuff and those who listened loved to act it out, making more stories for the bards and so on. A cycle of inspiration to annoy every adventurer doing it because they have no better option. That wasn’t fair to Rocky as his reasons were only half about exploring the world. The other was running away from responsibility. Though, as a gnoll himself, Redalt sympathized with his plight.
      
       Few gnoll clans treated their men fairly. If he were a female, Redalt would have greater authority than most males in clans he visited. Generally, clans got around that loophole by right of ownership. If one dishonored a taken male, they dishonored the female, and politics got complicated from there. As an outsider male he privileges barely above that of a common clan male. Leaders would tolerate and listen to his wisdom, but never let him demand anything. But he had freedom.
      
       Rocky, who was currently flirting up the barkeep for a free drink, had less luxuries as a prince. Sure, he technically had more authority than Redalt in a clan, but authority meant nothing if one couldn’t act on it. He was more a pawn, a piece to be traded for better relations. It’s why his dick was locked up, so no one outside his mother’s approval could make a child with him.
       Those circumstances intertwined their fates. Redalt’s drink arrived as he pondered it, imagining the memory through the foam overflowing the tankard. Gnoll tribes preferred gnoll adventurers for more private work such as finding a runaway prince. He’d taken the job like any other and tracked him to a slaver den. Typical place for running royals to end up.
      
       Mistakes locked Redalt in chains. When he met Rocky the prince had already developed a plan and was delighted to learn Redalt could cast spells. Redalt offered to help on the condition he’d come back with him to the clan. Rocky made a counteroffer, “I’ll come when I’m ready. Stay with me until then, so you can get the reward.”
      
       That was two years ago. Two years of adventuring with the prince, whose quick wit got them into more trouble than his quick blade could deal with. Were it not for the survivalist Harriet or the brute force of Holga, the two of them would be dead in some ditch somewhere. Or in the stomach of a beast. Or animated corpses. The wilds were a dangerous place.
      
       That didn’t mean Rocky never tried to slip past them, something Redalt emphasized was not happening tonight when we subtly shifted the earth under the feet of whoever flirted back with the prince, forcing them to trip.
      
       “You’re no fun,” Rocky said, taking the defeat as he sat next to Redalt.
      
       “We’re not here for fun. We’re here to rest.”
      
       “Resting can be fun.”
      
       “Your kind of fun doesn’t help others rest.”
      
       The prince pouted. Redalt didn’t care.
      
       The two sat in silence. Sweet, blissful, silence, broken up by the laughs of bargoers. “You did well out there today.”
      
       “I did what I had to.” Redalt said.
      
       “Oh, so modest. So humble. You didn’t have to pull Holga out with that little backwards rockslide. She’d have made it out just fine.”
      
       Redalt nodded. She’d have jumped away if needed. “It was, what’s that thing you say? Spurt of the moment?”
      
       “Spur of the moment. Come on, Reddy, you’ve been out of the tribes longer than me.”
       “I’ve never had much interest in interacting beyond what is needed.”
      
       That made Rocky laugh. “Reddy, you’re an adventurer. There’s plenty of other professions you could have taken that didn’t involve interacting with people. By all the hells, Harriet can survive on her own indefinitely if she wants to.”
      
       “Survive, not thrive.” Though he didn’t care to socialize, Redalt knew he needed it. There were days he regretted not taking a teaching position in the academy. Sure, the freedom to go from place to place was wonderful, but it could be lonely even with friends. Adventuring groups don’t always stay together, lest they risk getting too attached. All it takes is one death to ruin that. He’d been lucky to avoid it so far.
      
       “So you say.” Rocky looked around, sighed, and called back for another drink. Two came. Redalt hadn’t realized he finished his and thanked the barkeep for the refill.
      
       “So, this is going to sound like an…odd question.” Rocky traced a fingertip along the rim of his tankard, “But have you ever used magic in bed?”
      
       Redalt stopped himself from spewing beer from his nostrils. “What?” He asked, beating his chest to get his lungs to stem the painful cough.
      
       The smaller gnoll’s ears drooped. “You’re telling me no one has asked you about using magic in bed?” He crossed his arms defensively.
      
       Sex magic wasn’t an uncommon question. There were plenty of magic users, from studied wizards to inborn sorcerers to pact holders, that talked about it. Witches in particular loved to on on about how they sold snake oil to cure difficulties in bed. Redalt had no such experiences. “Charms aren’t my thing.”
      
       “I didn’t say charms, I said magic.”
      
       “Charms are a form of magic.”
      
       Rocky inched closer, “But not your magic. You never used it in the bedroom? A little shock to get people going?”
      
       Redalt, blushing, guzzled down his drink before answering. “I, well, I haven’t used a bedroom for something like that in a long time.”
      
       Stunned, Rocky ordered another drink and tossed the barkeep a gold piece to keep them coming. “What? You? Why not? Are you not into it?”
      
       Normally Redalt would have left the conversation there and called it a night. Normally he wouldn’t have so much alcohol loosening his lips. “No, no, I like sex.” The idea of it anyway. “I’m just, well, I scare people off.”
      
       “You? You’re as docile as a puppy.”
      
       “It’s not my attitude that does. It’s my, well, size.”
      
       The prince’s brow perked up. He glanced down. “Really? I haven’t noticed anything in our travels.”
      
       “Have you been looking?”
      
       “On occasion. I like to glance.”
      
       Redalt closed his legs at that, suddenly becoming more aware of his growing erection. Something about Rocky’s interest gave him pause. From his smile, his lithe body, to his perky personality pressing. Maybe it was the alcohol, but the prince was fetching in his tight yet singed outfit.
      
       “What’s this have to do with my magic anyway? You can use lightning spells or upturn earth in the bedroom.”
      
       “Why not?” Rocky grinned. “You don’t think a little jolt could be exciting?” The prince took Redalt’s hand between his legs, inching close enough so that no one could be the wiser. “Don’t you just want to take hold of what’s down here and give it a good shock? Let it know you mean business?”
      
       “Is that what you want?” Redalt asked, sinking into the prince’s offer. “A little pain for being a bad princeling?"
      
       “Oh, I’m bad now?” Rocky giggled, “Why’s that?”
      
       “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Redalt hadn’t the faintest idea but liked where this was going. Not that he knew that either. Alcohol was phenomenal.
      
       “Maybe,” Rocky grabbed Redalt by what remained of his robe’s collar, “Why don’t we discuss this in the bedroom? Maybe you could show me what’s so scary for everyone else.”
      
       Before he knew it, Redalt carried Rocky upstairs and kicked down their bedroom door, tossing him aside over the nearest bed. Ever the expert, Rocky had stripped down to nothing by the time he landed. A quick glance at the floor showed he’d been stripping their entire way up. The expensive gear was saved for last.
      
       “So, show me.” Rocky beamed from a kneeling position on the bed. “Whip it out.”
      
       Redalt almost did. “Maybe I should make you earn it.”
      
       “Oh?” Rocky’s grin reminded Redault of the predators in cub tales. He leaned over the railing, “What do I need to do, sir?”
      
       That broke him. Redalt froze, spine stiffening as his mind blanked. He stuttered, looking to and fro for some kind of distraction. Then the prince took his hand. “Hey, are you ok?” He asked, dropping his enthusiasm for concern.
      
       “It’s my first time.”
      
       “Using magic in bed?” Rocky asked. Redalt frowned. Rocky, ever excited Rocky, went white in the face. He curled up and patted a spot for Redalt, who took it with care. Even for a gnoll, Rocky was thin. Far too lithe for the physical labors. The chastity cage looked like it was stuffing something heavy inside it, but he moved unbothered, crossing his legs and leaning close.
      
       “Let’s start with a kiss.” Rocky urged. Redalt nodded, shivering anxiously as their lips met. For once the prince was patient, letting Redalt take the lead as their tongues tangled together. He even guided Redalt’s hand over his body. “Touch me where you want. I’m all yours.”
      
       “What if I touch something you don’t like?”
      
       “Then I’ll tell you.”
      
       His hand wavered over the price’s stomach, tentatively brushing the fur against his paw. With moans as his guide he traveled downward, his claws trailing along the metal bars of the cage, fingertips rubbing what little pink flesh pressed against them in longing protest. The smallest drops of precum lubricated his fingers as it rubbed it like some enlarged clit. Rocky’s heavy breaths urged him more, right up until he held the yeen’s entire sack in his hand.
      
       “I’m going to use a spell now, prince. It shouldn’t hurt, at least not like how you’ve seen it in use.”
      
       He whispered the arcane words in a language only those infused with mana could hope to understand. It was a simple spell, one taught in self-defense. The trick this time was reducing the magic to make it less debilitating.
      
       Rocky’s sudden yelp overshadowed the crack of lightning. His body tensed, hands gripping tighter against Redalt’s robes. He would have pulled away if the prince had not whispered his next words. “Call me bad…”
      
       “You are bad…a bad person…”
      
       “Boy. Bad boy. Dirty talk.”
      
       Redalt squeezed with his next zap. “Yes, a bad boy. You keep leaving a mess of things and fucking your way through the towns we visit. Someone out to put you on a leash.”
       “Is that a promise, sir?”
      
       Again with that title. Redalt’s cock became a trunk underneath his robes. “Maybe. Would keep you from running off like the spoiled slut you are.”
      
       “I am very spoiled.”
      
       “You are…” Redalt kissed him. “It’s infuriating.”
      
       Rocky clasped Redalt’s lower lip with his teeth and pulled just enough to be playful. Redalt leaned closer to nip at his neck, taking ownership like gnolls did of one another in intimate moments.
      
       The prince winced, his confidence shattering into a soft whine. In the time Redalt had known him, Rocky had never been seen mating with another gnoll, outcast or otherwise. His partners were conquests, unserious distractions to avoid reminding him of home and duty. Redalt pulled away, ready to apologize for bringing that revelation back under the crushing weight of his jaws. The prince silenced him with two fingers.
      
       “Harder…” he whispered.
      
       Redalt left a bitemark on the next one.
      
       Before long the prince straddled himself over Redalt, grinding his hips against the hardening rod underneath his robe. “Why are you still dressed?” he whispered.
      
       “You didn’t give me the chance to strip, my prince.”
      
       “So polite.” Rocky bit him softly, “You don’t need to be.”
      
       He slithered down Redalt until his knees reached the floor and his nose braced the outline of his cock straining the robes. With one heavy whiff he shivered in delight, soaking in the trapped musk. It was only when he pulled the cloth aside that his eyes wilted. Wide eyes stared up in the shadow of Redalt’s towering rod.
      
       “It’s as thick as tree roots…” Rocky said, his voice a whisper. Redalt held his breath when delicate fingers felt along his heavy cock. “How do you walk around with this thing?”
        
       “I have a hunch.”
      
       “A lot of gnolls do.”
      
       “You don’t.”
      
       “I like to stand straight. Annoyed my sister.”
      
       The prince peeled away the foreskin, licking between the folds before kissing the tip of the girthy shaft. His tongue cycled as he inched down, slathering the thick phallus. Two hands held it steady. Redalt watched the prince look up as he went down, eyes filled with desire. He laid his hand upon the prince’s head. Not to direct him, he could tell Rocky needed no help. But the prince enjoyed the display of ownership, of power.
      
       It took some doing and a lot of gagging, but with determination the prince's nose reached the base of Redalt’s cock. He pulled off with a pop, heavy breaths no doubt filled with the fresh taste of the mage’s rod. “My belt…” Rocky said, breathing heavily as he pointed to the item in question. “Blue vial. Take it.”
      
       Redalt did so, examining the vial for any identifiers. “Is this some kind of stamina potion?” he asked.
      
       “It’s lube.” Rocky, back on the bed, propped his ass up. “You lather it over your cock and my ass. Redalt didn’t need any further instruction. He appreciated the blue goop over his cock and the prince’s hole between spread cheeks. His tip braced the rim, warm to the touch. He pushed inside, the lube forcing him to slow himself lest he smash balls deep right away. He was certain the prince would love that, but he wanted to take his time.
      
       No matter how much the prince whined, or egged him on, Redalt didn’t give in. He filled the prince at his leisure, savoring every inch of that well-stretched hole with a cock that terrified most. His hips rocked carefully, pulling back half an inch only to sink another inch inside. The prince threw his head back when Redalt reached his prostate. He hung it low as it dug deeper, the pressure ever present.
      
       Then, like a frog to boil, he raised his tempo slowly. Grinding along the prince’s prostate, with both hands on his ass to keep him steady, leaning over to nip at his neck. Thanks to the lube his thrusts squeaked and squelched, mixing with the hushed moans of a prince filled, and the rising plapping noise of their bodies hitting each other.
      
       He filled him before realizing it. Spurts of seed spewing from his cock, leaving the prince filled like a pastry. Yet Redalt kept going, something driving him more to pound that stretched hole. Rocky bounced into him, eager to share the pleasure or squeeze it out of him drop by drop.
      
       By the fourth shot he voiced his concerns. “Why am I still hard?” he pulled his cock out with a pop. It pulsed in his grip, almost tender to the touch. He winced when Rocky grabbed it, shuddering with every wet stroke.
      
       “It may have been more than just lube,” Rocky said, tilting his head to the discarded vial. “It’s a little something I grab for people I want to spend the entire night with. And from experience, I know you’re not tired. It’s giving you enough energy to go for more. You’re just curious.” He leaned in, kissing the gnoll on his lips. “Does that satisfy your curiosity?”
      
       It did. And, until morning, he’d make the most of it.
      
       ***
      
       Holga and Harriet normally had breakfast with Redalt, with Rocky coming in late. Seeing Rocky first prompted a tiny inquiry from them, but Redalt showed up shortly after shut them down. His clothes were messy as though slept in, because he slept in them, and his face was drained. He guzzled three pitchers of water alone.
      
       “You know,” Holga said, enjoying her breakfast, “If two are going to hold us up we might have to get a single room.”
      
       “I thought you enjoyed your privacy?” Rocky asked.
      
       Holga shrugged. “The rooms are too thin for that to matter sometimes.”
       “Oh? So you want to watch?”
      
       Harriet did a spittake. “Absoluately not.”
      
       Redalt ordered a fourth pitcher for the road ahead.
      

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