Kemik Alkymi’s history of venturing into the known and unknown can be easily described with three words: Peculiar, fruitful, and erotic. The blue-scaled Dragonborn alchemist had explored a variety of locales, from dense jungles to dark caves, scorching deserts, and subterranean lakes. His reasons for trekking around the world were simple, to search for rare ingredients he could use to craft powerful potions, which he’d then sell to reimburse the money he spent preparing for these adventures.

Whilst these adventures were usually a success, they didn’t go smoothly. He’d usually end up caught in a trap, stumbling across monsters, at the mercy of another, or possibly in a new body. Whilst these were the usual outcomes, there was one thing they shared in common, with it going down a sexual path that ends with Kemik returning with tattered clothes and thoroughly used or spent. 

Kemik's newest adventure was different from those before. Firstly, his travels bought him to a dungeon. Kemik wasn’t a skilled dungeoneer, but he felt enticed to search it as he heard it was once the lair of a powerful alchemist, but now it was home to a plethora of monsters. This brings us to the second difference, he wasn’t alone.

The Dragonborn had hired a mercenary to accompany him. Their name was Edgar Lonta, a Heron ronin who hailed from the east. Despite his western name, Edgar had learnt a lot from the time he spent in the east. He had returned to the continent of his birth in search of work, and lucky for him, Kemik was paying him substantially for his assistance.

Edgar’s skill with a fine blade had come in handy. Their journey into the dungeon had seen the duo encounter several threats. These included feral kobolds; armed with poorly crafted clubs, deadly slimes; whose acidic form was no match for the alchemist’s dissolving solutions, and a clay construct; that fell to a well-maintained blade coated in alchemist fire.

The two had been in the dungeon for over an hour by now. They were in a wide hallway made of various stones which had deteriorated from years of upkeep, it was rather similar to one they had walked through ten minutes ago. Annoyed, Edgar looked to his hirer, who was busy looking at a tatty leather book.

“Alchemist, I thought you knew where this lab was,” The Heron said, closing the distance between them. 

“I-I do,” Kemik nervously replied, the lithe bird being quite the intimidating fellow. “These hallways look nigh-identical. I can’t tell if we just entered a new one, or went in a circle…” He sighed as he continued checking an old map he had found in one of the rooms. The last room they entered was host to another one of the old alchemist’s projects: To create a fully golden bedroom, only he succeed in making the bed pure gold. The Dragonborn thought the way they exited would bring them out to an L-shaped corridor, but instead, they were back in that same hallway, he couldn’t tell if they took a wrong turn, or if they’d stumbled upon some peculiar infinity trap.

“Maybe if we headed east, we could-” Kemik was suggesting their next move, not realizing that he’d stepped on a tile unlike the others until he heard it push down. The sound of stone grinding against stone echoed throughout the room. To the two that meant only one thing: a trap! When that tile was fully pushed down the sound of something being flung towards the Dragon.

“Look out!” Edgar shouted. He stepped in front of them, he couldn’t draw his blade in time, so instead used their body to block the shot. That object made contact with his body; the sound of shattering glass and a puff of pink smoke followed, engulfing the adventurers. Their bodies felt heavy, and their sense of their surroundings vanished in the process.

Kemik was the first to return to his senses. His breathing was heavier than normal, his face had broken out in a blush, and his body felt unnaturally warm. He looked to where the trap came from, his eyes seeing a basic catapult that emerged from the ground, he also saw the glass from the ground and put two and two together; the trap he sprung had launched a potion at them, but as for the effects he was uncertain until he looked at Edgar.

Edgar’s kimono and the armour he wore over it were gone, or more precisely, ruined, shreds of what remained dotted the area around them. The only pieces that remained intact were the katana and sheathe it resided in, and his straw jingasa, which had fallen off his head when he protected Kemik from the launched potion. 

This meant all of Edgar’s body was visible to Kemik. From the scutum which covered his talons and lower legs, to the grey plumage he was born with. Beneath his legs was his humanoid member, fully erect, the sight of it made Kemik blush more than he already was. 

They were on their knees, only able to pant, cock throbbing in tandem. It make Kemik wonder as he looked down at his own body, realizing that he too was naked, the only article which survived the blast was his trenchcoat. Looking down also revealed that his tapering length was peaking out from his genital slit. With this revelation, he sussed out the potion's effects; It was a curious cocktail of a lust potion, mixed with a potion that destroyed clothing, the reason why some of Kem’s clothing had survived, alongside being less aroused may be due to Edgar taking the brunt of it (might also be that Kemik’s was enchanted, never to be ruined. A gift from a customer for assisting with his ailments)

“W-What happened?” Edgar stuttered, still trying to comprehend what occurred during that short span of time; but he couldn’t think straight, thanks to their throbbing cock.

“Y-You were hit by an aphrodisiac potion which also destroyed our clothes,” Kemik explained as he lent his hand to the avian, hoping to get him back on his feet. “Might be better for us to leave, I’ll make sure you’ll get some new clothes,”

“I-I…” Edgar didn’t take his hand, instead placing his hands on his katana, which lay on the floor next to him. “I-I need your help…” It became clear that this wasn’t a plea for help and more of a flirtatious order. When he placed his hands on his sword, the avian bent over, presenting his small yet round rump to the Dragonborn, his tailfeathers raised high, and his tight hole just obscured by shadow.

Kemik couldn’t leave Edgar like this. Taking seventy-five per cent of a potent and aged lust potion would make it hard for someone to do anything, besides sex. It didn’t help that the view greatly enticed him (It would even if he wasn’t under the effect of a lust potion), it helped his length become fully free from that slit. Licking his lips, Kem got onto his knees and shuffled towards the Heron. He let his length rest between their checks for a few seconds, before pulling back to line it up with his hole, and penetrated it, with one, swift thrust.

A lustful caw escaped Edgar’s beak. The pain of unlubricated penetration surprisingly lasted a few seconds and was quickly taken over by grandiose pleasure. He couldn’t help but moan anytime Kemik went deeper, the feeling of having his ass even better than it usually was. His cock stiffly swung whenever the Dragon thrust, spurting pre onto the stone below.

Kemik was being taken over by this carnal lust the potion bought upon him. His pre-ejaculate loosened Edgar’s entrance for him, allowing the alchemist to get faster and rougher with the recruited ronin. It made him realize how pent-up he had been before adventuring today, it made him reluctantly thank the trap for allowing the two to fornicate in such a dangerous space. He didn’t want this to end.

But like anything deemed great, it had to, and it ended amazingly. With no warning, Kemik shoved his all shaft into him, he grit his sharp teeth and shot their load all inside him. The warm seed filling his bum broke the dam holding Edgar’s orgasm back, he came strongly as well, firing his cum all over the cracked stone tiles. Their combined moans echoed throughout the dungeon, alerting those who stalked the place to the lewd act which took place in what they called home.

The blue Dragonborn pulled out of the anthro bird, watching his sweet seed leak out their hole, like cream from a doughnut. Both their legs were weak after that intense sex, and so they fell onto the floor as fatigue set in. The potion’s effects started to wear off (thanks to the pounding which had occurred), their senses soon returning, realizing that the dungeon’s denizens will be on their way to see what made such a ruckus.

But despite being sexually spent and butt-naked, they could handle them.