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Sauria is hot. The dinosaur planet is covered in all sorts of different climates and areas, but most of them are disgustingly humid and hot. The jungle Fox has landed in is no exception; the humidity cuts through his fur and makes him sweat and pant. He glares at the stone temple in the middle of the jungle. It sticks out like a sore thumb, but it’s an excellent beacon to his destination.

He shifts his gaze to the floating head of General Pepper above his wrist communicator. He fixes a stern gaze on Fox.

“Are you sure this is going to work out, General?” Fox asks. He sighs and kicks at the ground. “I mean, why did I have to get shipped out here?”

“Your team was far closer than any of our diplomats or Cornerian vessels,” Pepper replies. “Ordinarily, I would wait, but the threat Sauria has on the rest of the system is just too dire to wait for.”

Fox sighs again. “Was afraid you might say that,” he grumbles. He continues to walk down the dirt path that winds through the thick jungle. Creatures stir and move throughout the undergrowth around him, and he can’t shake the feeling of being watched.

“If General Scales is willing to broker an alliance in order to keep Sauria from breaking apart, then we must seize this opportunity!” Pepper exclaims.

Here we go with the savior talk again. Fox resists the urge to roll his eyes. A part of him wants to turn around and get back in his Arwing just to spite the older man, but his conscience wins out in the end.

“What am I supposed to do when I get there?” Fox asks. “Nod my head and give in to every demand Scales has without debate?”

“Of course not!” Pepper exclaims. “If he makes any unreasonable demands, try to talk him down or get me on the line. I should be able to talk with him about any issues.”

Fox nods. “I hope it won’t end in a fight,” he mutters.

“Do you have your gun with you?” Pepper asks.

“Never leave home without it,” Fox replies. He pats the holster strapped to his thigh. 

“I’m sure it won’t come to violence,” Pepper says. “These…SharpClaws may look rough and imposing, but I’ve heard their hospitality isn’t bad!”

“If I get thrown in jail for rejecting one of their demands, I”m gonna be so pissed at you,” Fox growls.

Pepper chuckles. “Feel free to hound me all you’d like,” he jokes. “You should hurry along now; General Scales must be waiting on you.”

“Fine, I’ll contact you if I need help,” Fox says.

“Let me know how things go,” Pepper says. He smiles. “Good luck, Fox. Pepper out.”

The holographic image disappears and leaves Fox alone in the wilderness. He lifts his gaze toward the fortress ahead. Massive, stone brick walls surround a tiered, square building. It’s almost shaped like a pyramid. Each tier is smaller than the last, and the final one is large enough to be someone’s chambers. Two-legged dinosaurs patrol the tops of the walls with spears in their hands. 

Hell of a place. Fox continues down the path. About twenty meters from the wall, the trees are suddenly cut off. Flat grassland surrounds the walls, and a large iron gate looms.

“Who goes there?” A deep voice calls from the top of the wall. 

Fox shields his eyes from the sun and glares at the SharpClaw, a blue dinosaur covered in golden armor.

“Fox McCloud of Corneria!” Fox shouts. “I’m here for an audience with General Scales about a potential alliance!”

“You are the diplomat?” the SharpClaw asks. He chuckles in derision. “What a tiny little thing!” 

Fox growls. “Can you just let me in?” he demands. “Walking through this jungle has been hell!”

The SharpClaw laughs again. “Open the gate for the little one!” He calls to the SharpClaw on the other side of the gate.

As the gate lifts, Fox curses under his breath. He glares at the SharpClaws above and prays that General Scales isn’t like them. 

The dirt path changes to cobblestone on the other side of the gate. The field around the fortress is as flat as it is outside, but there’s a barracks to his left and a few practice fields to the right. SharpClaw soldiers spar with each other in the fields, and a few curious eyes track Fox’s journey to the fortress entrance. 

A large, open doorway flanked by two more SharpClaws leads into the fortress. Fox nods at the pair and enters. The stone corridor is much cooler than the humid, stifling jungle heat. Fox wipes some sweat from his brow and sighs in relief. 

A few hallways break off from the main corridor on either side, but guards block the way. Fox continues until the main hallway widens and expands. It empties into a massive room in the center of the pyramid. Giant stone pillars line a path toward a golden throne in the center of the open, square space. 

A rich red and gold carpet leads to the throne, where an imposing SharpClaw sits. He is twice as large as the guards Fox has seen so far, and his scales are a vibrant shade of emerald green. An orange skirt covers his crotch, but his legs are otherwise bare. 

His chest is also exposed. Those same green scales stretch across a vast expanse of muscle. His pecs and abs are chiseled to perfection. 

General Scales…holy shit.

As Fox approaches with shaky legs, he drags his gaze further upward. Two piercing red eyes stare into Fox’s green ones, and they are crinkled in amusement. Scales smirks at him and cradles his chin in a hand. An ornate cowl and horned helmet cover his head.

“Fox McCloud,” Scales says. His deep and rich voice booms across the open chamber. “I’ve been eagerly awaiting your arrival.”

Fox stops a few feet from a small set of stairs that lead to the foot of the throne. He drops to a knee and bows his head. His heart races, and his thoughts are overwhelmed with just how huge Scales is.

“General Scales,” Fox manages to say. “I’m here on behalf of Corneria to discuss your potential alliance with the rest of the Lylat System.”

Scales hums. “I appreciate the show of respect, McCloud,” he says. “You may rise. I want you to look me in the eye when we speak.”

Fox stands, his legs still trembling. He meets Scales’s fiery gaze again and nearly faints at its intensity. He drags his gaze over every inch of Scales’s bare skin on impulse.

Fuck, he’s handsome. He’s built like a god. 

Scales chuckles deep in his chest. “My, what intense scrutiny,” he purrs. 

As Fox swallows heavily, his face catches fire. “M—my apologies,” he stammers. “I…I’m just awestruck.”

“Most people are the first time,” Scales replies. “But having such an esteemed guest here today is an honor!”

Fox frowns. “Really?”

Scales grins and nods. “Tales of your heroic exploits have reached Sauria,” he says. “I’ve heard of your victory against Andross in the Lylat Wars. A SharpClaw respects nothing more than a powerful warrior, and you fit the bill.”

Fox can’t help but return the smile. “Thank you, General Scales,” he says. “You’re also quite…um, powerful.”

Keep yourself together, Fox! You need to focus on the mission!

“I’m glad you think so,” Scales says. He straightens. “I suppose we should get to the formalities now.”

Fox nods stiffly. “Of course,” he says. “What are your conditions?”

“Let’s speak somewhere more comfortable,” Scales replies. “My more… diplomatic discussions tend to occur at the dinner table instead of the throne room. Would you join me?” He gestures toward his left with a clawed hand.

As if on cue, Fox’s stomach growls loudly enough to carry across the throne room. Scales’s eyes twinkle in amusement. 

“Th—that sounds like an excellent idea,” Fox stammers. 

“Excellent,” Scales says. “I would be honored to have dinner with you.”

After he speaks, Scales rises from his throne. Fox’s eyes widen at the imposing sight before him; Scales is at least twice his height. He descends the stairs and halts a few feet from Fox. 

Fox is level with his crotch. He blinks and swallows around a dry throat. A deep chuckle rips him from his stupor, and he drags his gaze upward to find Scales grinning at him.

“Dinner first,” Scales says teasingly. “Come, McCloud. We will not be disturbed.”

What the hell does he mean by that?

Scales places a hand on Fox’s shoulder and leads him toward a corridor different from the one he exited. Scales’s hand is hot to the touch and sends a surge of electricity through Fox’s body. He lets himself be led to the hall and drinks in the warmth like a man dying of thirst. 

“I hope the journey was not too long,” Scales says. “I realize Sauria is very far from Corneria.”

Fox shakes his head. “We were in the area anyway,” he replies. “Taking on contracts here and there.”

“What made you accept the diplomacy mission?” Scales asks. He raises a brow and fixes his fiery gaze on Fox again.

Fox squirms under the intense attention. “Well, I’ve always wanted to visit Sauria,” he mumbles. “Plus, you are kind of threatening the rest of the Lylat System.”

Scales throws his head back and laughs. His laugh is rich and deep, and it booms through the hall. Fox’s heart thumps harder against his ribcage. 

“That is true enough,” Scales says once he calms down. “As the leader of the SharpClaws, I had to show my power. If these talks go well, I don’t plan on using Sauria to destroy the rest of the system.”

Thank goodness for that, Fox thinks wryly. 

“And here I thought you were pure evil,” Fox jokes. 

Scales snorts in amusement. “I am a…strict leader, yes,” he replies. “The SharpClaws need me to be. A show of force is the best way for the rest of this system to take us seriously.”

“Fair point,” Fox replies. 

Pepper thought they were little more than primitives before. Fox glances at Scales out of the corner of his eye and marvels at the sight. He couldn’t possibly think of the giant beside him as a primitive.

“I hope I didn’t scare you too badly,” Scales says, snapping Fox from his reverie. “I have no intention of hurting you tonight.”

Fox shakes his head. “No, not scared at all,” he replies. “I fought a giant, floating head on Venom years ago. Hard to scare me.”

Scales frowns. “That sounds like quite the adventure,” he murmurs. “A floating head?”

Fox nods. “A mad scientist went to any means necessary to try and enslave the Lylat System,” he explains.

“He would’ve found his way to Sauria, eventually,” Scales says. “Thank you for preventing that from happening.”

Fox grins. “Just another day in the life,” he replies.

“What an interesting life you lead,” Scales says. “You intrigue me, McCloud.”

Fox’s face heats up. “Th—thanks.”

Scales turns them into a doorway on the right. It leads to a dining room that is significantly smaller than the cavernous throne room, but it’s still quite large. A long stone table dominates most of the space. A dozen chairs line both sides, and a larger, more ornate one takes up the head of the table. Candles line the room and cast it in a rather sultry light.

“The cooks should’ve finished making our meal,” Scales says. “I hope you like meat!”

“Of course,” Fox says. He grins and gives Scales a thumbs up.

“Good.” After Scales squeezes Fox’s shoulder, he walks to the chair at the head of the table and sits. He gestures toward the seat to his right.

Fox takes it. It’s a bit larger than he’s used to, but he’s never been the tallest mammal in the room. 

Scales rests his arms on the table and leans forward to study Fox. He drags his piercing gaze over Fox as if he’s sizing up an opponent or potential prey. 

“My, you are quite handsome,” Scales purrs. He flashes a predatory grin. 

Heat pools in Fox’s stomach, and his heart flutters. “You’re pretty good-looking yourself,” he manages to say. Scales’s bare chest is like a magnet; Fox can hardly drag his eyes away.

Scales chuckles warmly. “I’m glad the feeling is mutual,” he murmurs. “I hate getting down to it, but we should discuss my demands.”

So we’re just gonna move right past that? Fox frowns in confusion, but he nods. He straightens and turns to face Scales fully. 

“You want to make an alliance with Corneria, right?” Fox asks.

Scales nods. “Yes, but there are some things I want with it,” he replies.

Fox opens his mouth to ask, but he’s interrupted when a pair of SharpClaws enter the dining room from a side entrance. They both carry huge platters filled to the brim with all sorts of meats, as well as some goblets. A rich, smoky aroma wafts from the meat and makes Fox’s mouth water.

Scales takes a platter and a goblet. One of the SharpClaws hands him a pitcher, as well. “Would you care for some wine?” he asks.

Ah, screw it. “Sure.” 

Scales takes Fox’s goblet and pours some wine into it. As the SharpClaws finish setting the table, Scales hands it back. When Fox takes the cup, their fingers brush for a second. Warmth spreads through Fox’s body and makes him a trembling mess. 

Pull yourself together, McCloud!

“Feel free to eat your fill,” Scales says. He gestures to the vast spread between them.

The platters are piled high with smoked meats of all shapes and sizes. Fox doesn’t recognize most of it, but the delicious scents make his stomach growl more loudly.

Fox takes a leg from what appears to be an overgrown chicken and takes a bite. He hums in delight at the rich taste. Scales nods in approval and takes the other leg.

“I told my cooks to prepare the best,” Scales says.

Fox swallows a large bite. “Best food I’ve had in ages!” he exclaims.

Better than the bland rations back on the Great Fox. Slippy and Peppy are gonna be so jealous…

The pair eat in silence for a few moments. Fox relishes the tasty food and delicious wine, and Scales watches him in mixed amusement and happiness. Heat continues to pool in Fox’s gut, but he pushes his more unprofessional thoughts aside for the moment. 

After Fox finishes the leg, he asks, “What demands do you have to make an alliance?” 

Scales takes a long drink of wine. “They aren’t anything outrageous,” he says. “The SharpClaws would like access to spaceflight technology. We don’t have current technology to create a craft that can traverse between the stars.”

“Why do you want to go to space?” Fox asks.

“The same as anyone else,” Scales answers. He takes another sip. “We want to explore the stars and find new places to call home. Places that your people don’t already settle .”

Fox hums. He drinks his wine and rolls the thoughts around in his head. 

Doesn’t sound too bad…isn’t like we’re going to give them warships. 

“I think we can arrange that,” Fox says. “We would need proper officials from Corneria to discuss specifics, but I don’t see why you shouldn’t be allowed to travel between planets.”

Scales grins. “I’m glad to hear that,” he says. “There is another matter, though.”

“Go for it.” Fox leans back in his chair. 

Scales leans forward. “Sauria has many exports we could trade to Corneria,” he says. “Lumber, precious minerals, perhaps fuel. I want to open a trade route between our worlds.”

Now we’re talking. “That’ll benefit us both,” Fox agrees. “I like the way you think, General Scales.”

Scales smiles, and his eyes glint with something intense for a second. “You may call me Scales if you’d like.”

Dropping honorifics? Fox’s cheeks catch fire. His gaze wanders again, and he takes in the sheer size of Scales. His chest glistens with sweat from the room's heat, and his muscles ripple each time he moves. His skirt covers enough to leave to Fox’s imagination.

Fuck, he’s hot.

“If that’s what you would like, Scales,” he says—his voice wavers.

“I like the sound of that,” Scales murmurs. He grins at Fox.

Fox swallows heavily. “Did you have another demand?”

“Just that Sauria is recognized as its own government,” Scales replies. The smile doesn’t fade from his face. 

“Easiest request you’ve made so far.”

“I am glad our demands aren’t unreasonable,” Scales says. He scratches his chest idly.

“Of course not,” Fox says. “It’s always nice to have a new ally in the system.”

“Perhaps it is time to seal this alliance officially.” Scales’s voice carries a heated edge. 

Fox squirms once more under Scales’s piercing gaze, but he nods. “Of course, do you have a paper you need me to sign?” he asks. “Should we draft one up?”

Scales cocks a brow. “Why would we need to sign a paper?” he asks.

“Because you just said we should seal the alliance,” Fox offers, his brows furrowed in confusion. He stares at Scales with a frown. 

“Do your people not seal an alliance through ceremony?” Scales asks. He folds his arms over the table and leans forward.

“If you call signing a paper in front of a bunch of officials and press ‘official,’ then sure,” Fox replies. 

Scales’s eyes widen in understanding. “Of course, you have a different custom than us,” he says. 

“Wait, what’s your custom?” Fox asks. “Are we supposed to draw blood or something?”

Scales snorts and shakes his head. “No, nothing of the sort,” he mumbles. “Perhaps you should forget I said anything. We can sign a piece of paper.”

Fox frowns and studies Scales’s face. Scales averts his eyes and stares pointedly at the wall. His hand is clasped over his claw, and he bites his lip. He’s almost...

Embarrassed? But that doesn’t make sense. 

“What is it, Scales?” Fox presses. He leans forward and reaches across the table. Just before he covers Scales’s larger hand with his, however, he hesitates. 

Scales stares at Fox’s outstretched hand. “It might be too much for you, honestly,” he says.

Fox frowns. His prideful streak rises despite his best efforts. “I’m sure it isn’t; I can handle anything,” he says. “Is it ceremonial combat?”

Scales chuckles. “I’m glad you are so eager to fight,” he says. “You would make an excellent SharpClaw, but that isn’t how we make alliances official.”

“Just spit it out, then!” Fox exclaims. 

Scales sighs. He straightens and turns to face Fox. Their eyes meet, and Scales’s expression is full of barely contained heat.

“The SharpClaws seal alliances through ritual sex,” Scales says. “I cannot make that any more clear.” He doesn’t break eye contact. 

Fox’s mind blanks. Any coherent thought going through his head vanishes like vapor in sunlight. His mouth drops open, and he gapes at Scales. As his heart rate stutters out of rhythm, a jolt of heat shoots straight to his cock.

“Oh,” he manages to squeak.

Scales scratches the side of his face. “I assumed everyone did it that way,” he says. “We don’t have to do it, though. I would not want to offend.” Guilt crosses his expression. 

Fox moves his mouth, but no words come out. He continues to stare at Scales like a total idiot. Shame continues to build on his face. 

Holy shit. I’ve gotta be dreaming, there’s no way this is real. Fox remembers to breathe and close his mouth. After he swallows, he pinches himself to make sure it’s all real. The twinge of pain confirms it. 

“What…what if I wanted to do it?” Fox asks breathlessly. His gaze falls to Scales’s huge chest and broad shoulders once again. 

Scales blinks. “Are you certain?” he asks. He straightens.

A distinct lump in Scales’s skirt between his legs catches Fox’s eye. It doesn’t give much away, but it is quite large. 

“I’ve been ogling you since I arrived,” Fox says. “Kind of your fault for being shirtless the whole time.”

Scales grins. “I wanted to show you what I had to offer,” he replies. He lifts an arm and flexes; his bicep bulges obscenely. It has to be bigger than Fox’s head. 

“Fuck,” Fox breathes. He nearly jumps out of his seat.

“And I must admit you’re quite the handsome little Fox,” Scales continues. He leans forward and smirks. “I wanted to take you on my throne right there and then.”

Fox shudders. “Would’ve let you,” he groans. His cock stiffens to full hardness under his pants. He shifts in his seat, and his cock grinds against the fabric.

“How about we go to my bedchambers?” Scales suggests. “It would offer privacy.”

Fox nods and stands. His dick bulges obscenely in full view of Scales. Scales hums and drags his hungry gaze over Fox’s cock.

“Mmm, I’m going to ravish you,” Scales growls. He stands as well and towers over Fox. 

Scales’s cock is at Fox’s head height. Before his mind can catch up, he reaches out and palms the bulge. Scales chuckles deep in his chest. His cock is warm under the thin fabric, and it twitches under Fox’s touch.

“You’re going to ride me until you see stars,” Scales promises. “I haven’t taken someone as beautiful as you in a very long time.”

Fox’s heart flutters, and his stomach twists into knots. Scales’s eyes are fiery with lust. His cock twitches again, so Fox withdraws his hand. 

“S—so this will make our alliance official?” Fox asks. 

Scales places a hand on Fox’s shoulder and squeezes. “Official and strong,” Scales promises. “And if you ever want to strengthen it, all you need to do is return to me.” His eyes darken with heated want.

Fox’s cock twitches harder at the promise. “What are we waiting for, then?” he asks. “I’d like to see how powerful General Scales is in bed.”

Scales tightens his grip with a low growl. “You’re going to get the full experience, McCloud,” he says. He turns Fox toward the door they entered.

Scales leads Fox out of the dining room and further down the hall. During the trip, his hand doesn’t leave Fox’s body. It drifts to his back, and his fingers splay outward. Scales’s hand covers the width of Fox’s back easily.

I’m not gonna be able to walk straight or sit down for a month. A thrill runs down Fox’s spine. He grins so hard his cheeks smirk.

“Is my little pilot excited?” Scales asks. His voice is as rich as honey. The deep timbre makes Fox’s legs shake and his cock throb. 

“You’ve got no idea,” Fox breathes.

“Oh, I think I do.” Scales’s hand drifts to Fox’s ass, and he squeezes it hard. Fox yelps loud enough to echo down the hall. 

“Asshole,” Fox grumbles.

Scales laughs. “Careful with that tone, you’re speaking to the ruler of the SharpClaws,” he warns.

“And what if I don’t?” Fox asks.

Scales gropes his rear again. “Then I’ll have to teach you a lesson in manners.”

Fuck yes. 

There is a staircase at the end of the hall. They ascend the stone steps and take the pair outside atop the first of the pyramid’s tiers. The sun is much lower in the sky now.

Another doorway leads back inside and to another stairwell. The pattern continues until they reach the top of the pyramid and the lavish chambers Fox noticed upon his arrival. 

Part of it is outdoors and covered by a large, ornately stitched tarp. There is a large table surrounded by some chairs, as well as some mats and training dummies. The same brick walls enclose the rest of the chamber as the rest of the pyramid. A doorway adorned with two torches leads inside.

Scales gestures toward the doorway. “After you, McCloud,” he says.

“Better be worth the climb,” Fox jokes.

Scales swats his ass, and he yelps. “I’ll put that mouth of yours to work in no time.”

As Fox enters Scales’s bedchambers, he shoots him a half-hearted glare over his shoulder. Scales’s chuckle follows him inside. 

Thankfully, the room more than makes up for the grueling trip. Scales’s bedchamber is large and lavish. A massive bed fit for a king takes up most of the space. A bright red blanket covers it, adorned in the crest of the SharpClaws. There is a clothing trunk to its left and a spacious desk to the right underneath an open window. A map dominates it, but there are a handful of other manuscripts there as well. Fur rugs line the floor, and a few even hang from the walls.

A door on the left side of the room leads to a washroom. There are a few shelves on the wall beside it, and a few phallic items adorn one of them. Fox tears his gaze away from them and returns it to the bed. 

“What do you think?” Scales asks. He sets his hand back on Fox’s shoulder. 

Fox hums. “I think it’ll do,” he replies.

“You’re a brat,” Scales growls. He curls his fingers around the hem of Fox’s flight jacket.

Fox’s cock swells. “I like teasing the people I’m into,” he says. He turns to face Scales. 

Scales steps into Fox’s personal space. He towers over Fox and blocks out his view of anything else. His chest glistens with a light sheen of sweat from their journey through the fortress. His scent is heady and thick in the air, and it makes Fox shudder in delight. 

“Careful, or I might just rip your only set of clothes,” Scales warns. “Although you would look handsome in some traditional SharpClaw garb…”

Fox groans. “Maybe another time,” he says.

“Oh? Is that a promise?” Scales asks. He smirks and raises a brow. 

“I guess we’ll have to see how well this ritual goes,” Fox replies. He steps forward and places his hands on Scales’s stomach. 

Scales grunts. “I might ruin sex for everyone else,” he murmurs. He moves his hand to his crotch and palms his bulge. The lump grows a little in size under his fingers. 

“We’ll have to see about that,” Fox says. 

He runs his hands over Scales’s toned stomach and marvels at the firm musculature beneath his palms. Scales is built like a god. The scales are bumpy but warm. Intense heat lurks under the surface of Scales’s skin. 

“Touch all you like,” Scales rumbles. “I won’t stop you…unless you want to be tied up?”

A moan escapes Fox. “Fuck…another time,” he says. “I couldn’t keep my hands off you if I tried!”

Scales chuckles. “Good…neither can I.” He grabs the hem of Fox’s jacket once more. “Let me strip you, Fox.”

Fuck yes. Fox retracts his hands and stares up at Scales. Hunger glints in his eyes. He quickly strips Fox of his flight jacket and scarf. They fall to the floor, followed by Fox’s gloves. Scales grips the zipper of Fox’s green top and toys with it.

“What treasures are you hiding under this?” Scales asks, a teasing grin on his face. 

“Why don’t you find out?” Fox asks. “Only fair you get to see the goods, too.”

Scales nearly breaks the zipper in his ferocity to undress Fox. After he unzips it, he grabs the edges and flings the garment aside. Fox’s bare chest is revealed, and Scales takes a moment to admire the soft brown fur. His eyes dart over every inch of Fox’s slim torso, and they’re alight with lust and hunger.

“What a handsome little fox,” Scales purrs. “I can’t wait to ruin you.” He reaches forward and drags his hand through Fox’s thick fur.

Fox jumps at the sudden contact, but he melts into the wandering touch. Scales’s hand is rough and callused, but the sensation adds to the boiling heat inside Fox’s body. He wraps a hand around his clothed length and strokes it a few times.

“Hmm…I wonder what you taste like,” Scales whispers. He leans down until their faces are impossibly close.

As Fox takes a shuddering breath, his ear tips catch fire. “I…”

Scales closes the gap before Fox can finish his thought. Their lips press together, and a hot tongue slides along Fox’s mouth. Fox moans in surprise, and Scales takes the opportunity to shove his tongue inside. The wet muscle is far bigger than Fox’s. 

Almost like sucking a cock, Fox thinks through a haze of lust. He sucks on Scales’s tongue. Scales groans low in his chest and slithers his tongue further into Fox’s mouth. 

As Fox’s dick throbs hard in his pants, Scales wraps his arm around Fox’s waist. Scales hoists Fox up like he weighs nothing. As Fox yelps, he wraps his legs around Scales’s torso. He clings to Scales’s shoulders like a lifeline, too. 

Fuck, this is happening… Fox’s eyes fall shut. As he continues to suck on Scales’s tongue, he grinds his bulge into Scales’s stomach. Scales’s tenting dick slides against the curve of Fox’s ass in response. 

After a while, Scales pulls away from the kiss. His tongue exits Fox’s mouth with a wet pop, and a trail of saliva connects their mouths. Fox moans and licks it up.

“Mmm, dirty little fox,” Scales groans. “You taste incredible.”

“S—so do you,” Fox stammers. He runs his hands over Scales’s pecs.

“Let’s get the rest of these pesky clothes off,” Scales says. He lowers Fox onto the bed. “Mind giving me a hand?”

Fox’s hands fly to the hem of Scales’s skirt. As Fox curls his fingers around the waistband, Scales laughs. Fox swallows and drags the heavy article downward.

The fabric falls to the floor, and a monster of a cock flops in front of Fox. 

He wasn’t wearing underwear, is the first thing Fox thinks.

Scales’s dick is light green and at least nine inches long, but it’s still half-hard. It’s also thick enough to need two hands to wrap around it. A stream of precum drips from the tip onto the floor. A huge pair of green balls rests under the shaft. 

Scales’s scent is much more intense here. Sweat and musk are combined with something unique to Scales. Fox takes a deep breath and moans.

“Too big?” Scales teases.

Fox regains enough of his senses to grin at Scales. “I like a challenge,” he replies. “ Fuck, how do you walk around with this thing all day?”

“It comes with plenty of primal urges,” Scales admits. “I have a very high libido; I hope you can keep up.”

Fox reaches forward and gingerly wraps his fingers around Scales’s shaft. One hand isn’t enough, but Scales’s dick twitches under his touch. It’s just as warm as the rest of Scales’s body.

I wanna milk him dry. As Fox shivers, fantasies of being filled to the brim with that dick fill his mind. 

“I can be pretty insatiable, too,” Fox replies breathlessly.

Scales smirks. “Perhaps we have found each other’s match.” He strokes Fox’s cheek.

“Only time will tell,” Fox replies. 

He wraps his other hand around Scales’s dick and strokes. Scales grunts, so Fox takes the cue to continue. Scales’s length stiffens and grows under Fox’s touch. A steady stream of precum drips onto the floor and makes Fox’s mouth water. Scales grips Fox’s shoulder tightly. 

“Such skilled hands,” Scales says. “Let’s get you undressed; I’d like to see my prize, too.”

Fox grins and pulls his hands away. “Be my guest.”

Scales undoes Fox’s belt with a swift accuracy that contradicts his size. It clatters to the floor, followed by Fox’s boots. Finally, Scales pulls Fox’s pants off and leaves him in nothing but a plain black jockstrap. It tents obscenely, and a dollop of precum leaks through the fabric. 

Scales licks his lips. “What a strange second pair of garments this is,” he observes. He tugs the waistband. “Cute.”

Fox laughs. “Do the SharpClaws not wear underwear?” he asks.

“Underwear…” The word rolls slowly off Scales’s tongue. He frowns and shakes his head. “Why would we need to? This seems rather constricting.”

“It’s meant to support my dick,” Fox says. “And look sexy, too.”

Scales hums in agreement. “I cannot argue that point.” He cups Fox’s bulge.

Fox cries out in surprise and bucks into the touch. Scales rubs his palm into it a few times. He smirks at Fox.

“Such desperate noises…” Scales trails off. He yanks the jockstrap down and reveals Fox’s erect dick.

It’s nowhere near as massive as Scales’s, but it’s nothing to sneeze at, either. Fox’s cock is about six inches long and relatively thick. Despite the size difference, Scales still eyes Fox’s dick with lust. 

“What a beautiful fox,” Scales purrs. He runs a hand all over Fox’s slim body. “Look at the pretty treasure that’s stumbled into my bedchamber…”

Fox blushes. “You planning on keeping me all to yourself?” he asks. He grabs Scales’s hand and guides it to his cheek.

“I just might,” Scales murmurs. “This is quite a sacred ritual, and I could go all night if I wanted.” He strokes Fox’s cheek.

Fox chuckles. “That makes two of us,” he replies. “Why’s the ritual so sacred, anyway?”

Scales moves his hand around the back of Fox’s head. “It represents an unbreakable bond between two people or groups,” he explains. “Sex is a sacred act.” While he speaks, he guides Fox toward his erect dick.

At least it gets me between your legs. Fox opens his mouth and takes the head of Scales’s dick inside. It immediately stretches him to his limit, so he groans around the head. A strong, musky taste overtakes his senses and makes him moan louder.

Scales grunts, his grip firm on the back of Fox’s head. He doesn’t pull Fox any further yet. Fox swirls his tongue over the massive head and collects Scales’s precum. It’s thick and salty, and it coats his tongue. Fox relaxes his throat as much as he can and takes more of Scales’s cock.

“Just like that,” Scales praises. “You’re a natural cocksucker, aren’t you?”

Fox hums and takes another inch or so inside. He drags his tongue along the underside of Scales’s shaft. It throbs and pulses under his tongue, and more precum spurts into his mouth. Scales’s hand tightens on Fox’s head.

While Fox sucks, he grabs Scales’s balls and tugs them a few times. Scales moans in surprise, and his cock throbs even harder. Fox takes the cue to swallow more of the massive shaft, but the pace is torturously slow.

“You can take more,” Scales growls. He yanks Fox forward.

Scales shoves a few more inches down Fox’s throat and makes him gag. His lips stretch further around the cock. It thickens toward the middle. A few tears form in the corners of Fox’s eyes, but he doesn’t let the sheer size stop him. He lets go of Scales’s balls to grasp the base of his shaft instead. Fox jerks himself slowly with his other hand.

How the fuck is he so big? I can’t take all of this, can I? The thought sends a jolt of heat down Fox’s spine. His cock twitches and spurts a glob of precum onto the floor.

“That’s it,” Scales groans. “Your throat is so tight. ” He snaps his hips forward, and Fox gags once more.

Fox strokes his dick faster. He closes his eyes and relaxes his throat as much as he can; Scales pushes forward at a steady, unrelenting pace. 

When Fox thinks he’s about to burst, his nose presses against smooth scales. He opens his eyes to find a wall of green ridges staring back at him. A glance upward reveals Scales’s lustful grin. He stares at Fox with hooded eyes.

“Fuck,” Scales grunts. “Most people can’t take it all on their first try. You’re a natural-born cocksucker.”

Fox moans around the dick. He bobs his head up and down to adjust to the sensation. Scales throws his head back and moans toward the ceiling. As Fox sucks, Scales’s hips shudder and shake. 

“Tight, hot little mouth,” Scales growls. “You’re handsome, skilled, and talented.”

If Fox’s face becomes any warmer, his fur might catch fire. He grips Scales’s hip and increases his pace. He comes a bit further off the huge length each time he pulls back. Its taste is addicting; Scales’s scent fills Fox’s lungs and makes his dick spurt a copious amount of pre on the ground. 

“You gonna cum just from sucking my dick?” Scales asks. “You’re desperate for it. You need me bad, don’t you?”

Fox moans and increases his pace. He has to resist the urge to choke every time his nose hits Scales’s pelvis. Scales growls a litany of dirty praises and curses each time, and his cock throbs and leaks like a faucet. Fox drinks all of his precum down.

He tastes so good…need him to cum. Fox jerks himself faster and swirls his tongue along the underside of Scales’s dick. 

“You’ll look even better underneath me,” Scales groans. He cups his clawed hand under Fox’s chin. “I’ll fill you up and watch my cum leak out of that pretty little ass. You’ll be begging for it all night, and you’ll take every load.” After he speaks, he snaps his hips forward.

Fox gags. Lava pools in his lower stomach at Scales’s sultry words. Warmth builds in his pelvis, as well, and his balls tighten. He lets go of his cock to grab both of Scales’s asscheeks. They’re as huge as pillows and just as soft, as well. Fox gropes them hard, which makes Scales gasp.

“Naughty little Fox,” Scales groans. “Careful now, perhaps you can play with my ass another time…”

Fox moans at the promise. He bobs his head faster, but it isn’t long before Scales holds him in place. He fucks Fox’s mouth at a savage pace. Fox moans and does his best to keep his jaw relaxed. It aches from Scales’s girth, but he refuses to stop now. 

“Getting close,” Scales moans. “Gonna dump a load down your throat; you’re going to swallow it all.”

Fox groans in need. He does his best to tease Scales’s length with his tongue, but his pace is too brutal for anything elegant. His balls slap against Fox’s chin, and obscene plaps echo throughout the bedchamber. Scales bares his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut.

“I’m gonna cum!” Scales shouts. He thrusts his hips forward one last time and buries his dick all the way inside. As it pulsates heavily, hot seed spills from the tip and floods Fox’s throat. 

Fox tries to swallow it as it comes, but there’s just too much. The thick, salty, sticky liquid floods his mouth and leaks from the sides of his mouth. While Scales growls and groans, he continues to fuck Fox’s throat.

“Take it, Fox!” Scales snarls. “Take all my cum!”

The intense pleasure is just too much for Fox. Heat floods his lower body and rockets him over the edge. Ecstasy punches into him without warning, and his cock throbs hard. Cum spills from his dick without warning. Each burst of pleasure is more intense than the last. His vision goes white, and all he can do is swallow more cum while he explodes.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Fox’s mind fogs over. He doesn’t know how long Scales’s orgasm lasts, but eventually, he pulls out and cums all over Fox’s face and body. Scorching white ropes coat Fox’s chest and some even land on his cock. 

Fox reaches down and jerks himself through the last of his orgasm. When the pleasure subsides, he falls back on the bed with a wheeze. His body shudders with aftershocks.

“Damn,” Scales breathes. “Haven’t cum like that in a long time.”

Fox wheezes in assent. He lifts his head to find Scales standing in front of the bed. His spit-slick dick is still hard. He shoots Fox a cocky grin.

“You finished without touching yourself?” Scales asks. He raises a brow, and his grin widens. 

“W—was hot,” Fox manages to say. When he swallows, his throat aches.

Not gonna be able to talk tomorrow. Worth it.

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” Scales promises. “You need to be cleaned up, first.”

Before Fox can respond, Scales crouches. He grabs Fox’s legs to drag him closer. He leans down and drags his tongue across the mess of cum on Fox’s stomach. Fox moans in surprise, and his cock jumps. 

Oh, shit… Fox watches as Scales pins Fox’s legs and licks the spilled seed up. After he cleans Fox’s stomach, he moves to his chest. His long, wet tongue flicks across Fox’s nipples. A shock of pleasure slams into him, and he gasps.

Scales chuckles. “Seems you’re ready for it now,” he says. He licks another patch of spilled cum and hums. “You taste delicious.”

“Th—thanks,” Fox stammers. 

Scales cleans the remaining seed on Fox’s chest and moves to his neck. The hot tongue slides against every sensitive point under his fur and makes him moan in surprise. He cranes his neck so Scales can get better access.

Scales licks one more stripe up the side of Fox’s face and ends it with a surprisingly gentle kiss on his cheek. Fox blushes harder. Scales chuckles and lowers himself back to Fox’s crotch. He winks at Fox and spreads his legs to expose his ass.

“Mmm, look at this tight little hole,” Scales purrs. Hot breaths brush against Fox’s entrance.

“Oh shit,” Fox breathes. 

Scales grasps Fox’s legs tightly and moves forward. He drags a wet stripe across Fox’s hole that ends at his balls. As pleasure shoots into his dick, he moans toward the ceiling. His legs squirm, but Scales holds them in place.

“You taste good,” Scales growls. He laps at Fox’s entrance with fervor. 

Fox moans and cries out. As Scales pokes and prods the tip of his tongue against his hole, he grasps the bedsheets tightly. Lustful fog clouds his mind once again, and Scales fills his thoughts. 

After a little while, Scales slips the tip of his tongue inside Fox. It wriggles around his tight passage, and he clenches in instinct. Scales’s tongue is long enough to get quite far inside him; it is thicker than Fox’s fingers. 

Fuck, how’s he so good at that? The stretch from Scales’s tongue is pleasant, but it doesn’t satiate the need that burns deep within Fox. His cock is hard once again, and it leaks pre onto his fur. 

“Scales!” Fox moans. He bucks his hips upward, but Scales’s tight grip keeps him still. “Fuck, need more!”

Scales hums. His tongue slithers even further inside Fox if that’s somehow possible. Fox grabs his cock and strokes it in time with Scales’s movements, but it still isn’t enough. Something within him burns for more. 

Need him to fuck me. Scales’s head between his legs is one of the hottest things he’s witnessed, but it isn’t enough.

“Please, Scales,” Fox moans. “Need you to fuck me, need you inside me.”

Scales chuckles, and the vibrations add to the fresh wave of heat inside Fox. He pulls his tongue from Fox’s hole slowly enough to make him whine in desperation. The tip of it escapes with a wet pop. 

“Those obscene noises you make,” Scales moans. He rises and crawls over Fox. 

Intense heat washes over Fox; his cock rubs against Scales’s stomach. He surges upward to capture Scales’s lips in a fierce kiss. Scales moans and returns it. He shoves his tongue inside Fox’s mouth, and Fox moans. His taste is strong on Scales’s tongue.

A moment later, Scales breaks the kiss. “You want me to fuck you?” he asks breathlessly. 

Fox nods. He grasps Scales’s bicep. “I bet that’s how we make this ritual official, too, right?”

Scales chuckles. “You’re a smart one,” he says. He runs his hand down Fox’s stomach and curls his fingers around the tip of Fox’s dick.

Fox grunts. Scales’s touch is feather-light and tortuous. “Please, Scales,” he moans. “Please.”

Scales groans in response. “How can I say no to desperation such as that?” he asks. His eyes are blown wide with want. Crimson pinpricks stare deep into Fox’s soul.

“Told you I could keep up with you,” Fox replies. He grins and gropes Scales’s arm.

“That remains to be seen,” Scales says. “Perhaps riding my dick will make you lose all sense of reason.”

Fox shivers. “Fuck yes.”

Scales laughs. He climbs off Fox and sits on the edge of the bed. He grins at Fox and pats his thigh.

Fox swallows. He crawls off the bed and walks to Scales with trembling legs. His heart crawls into his throat, and his legs shake with anxiety like leaves in the wind. Scales towers over him even when he sits down. 

“Don’t be shy,” Scales says. He grins at Fox and pats his lap again.

“Who said I was shy?” Fox asks as he returns the grin. 

He climbs onto Scales’s lap and sits on chiseled thighs. His legs frame Scales’s, and their dicks rub against each other. Fox grunts from the friction. Scales’s dick dwarfs his in comparison.

How the hell am I gonna take all of that?

“Are you ready, McCloud?” Scales asks. His grin widens.

“Are you?” Fox retorts.

Scales laughs low in his chest. “You see how hard I am, don’t you?” He hooks an arm around Fox’s waist. 

Fox lifts off Scales’s thighs with his help. He raises his tail and hovers over Scales’s dripping cock. He braces one hand on Scales’s firm chest and grabs his dick with the other. After he lines it up with his entrance, the blunt head rubs it. 

“Think you can take it?” Scales teases. His eyes are bright with amusement. 

“Think you can handle me for more than a few seconds before you pop?” Fox shoots back. “I remember you calling me tight.”

Scales chuckles huskily. “I’ve got more self-control than it seems,” he replies. He grasps the base of Fox’s tail, and Fox gasps.

“Evil bastard,” Fox groans. 

“I like playing dirty,” Scales says. “Now, are you going to move, or do I need to dry hump you until I finish?”

“Bossy,” Fox grumbles. 

Here we go. Fox takes a deep breath. As he exhales, he relaxes every muscle he can. He focuses on Scales’s chest and lowers himself onto Scales’s dick. The head prods insistently at his spit-slick entrance. Scales growls softly, his eyes never leaving Fox’s.

Fox holds Scales’s cock tight and drops down. The head of his cock slides in with a little resistance, and Fox’s hole stretches. While he cries out, his hole stretches wide. Stinging pain erupts in his rear, but the promise of blinding pleasure waits underneath. 

Scales grunts. “Fuck, that’s good,” he says through gritted teeth.

All Fox can do is groan. He squeezes his eyes shut and forces himself to relax. After a few moments, his hole mostly adjusts to the intense stretch. He lowers himself a little more; about an inch of Scales’s cock slides inside.

More pain cascades through Fox, but pleasure joins it in a strange oxymoron of sensations. His dick throbs and spurts precum onto Scales’s abdomen. Scales tightens his grip on Fox’s waist.

“Keep going,” Scales hisses. “Just like that, you can take it.”

Fox gulps a few huge lungfuls of air and steels himself. He grips the base of Scales’s dick to keep it steady. As he continues to sink, his hole stretches to its limit. Sweat soaks his body with the effort, and whines escape his lips. 

“Like fucking silk,” Scales growls. “N—nobody I’ve fucked is as tight as you.”

Fox laughs. “I’ll take the compliment,” he says between breaths. 

He’s not quite halfway, and he’s already so full. There’s still enough pain to be uncomfortable, but pleasant warmth also spreads through his insides. Precum leaks from his dick like a faucet. Pleasure shoots through his veins like adrenaline. 

“Next time, I’ll fuck you into the bed,” Scales promises. “We’ll go at my pace and see how you can take it.”

Fox moans at the thought. “All I need is a little adjustment time and I can take it,” he replies. 

“Mmm, good.” Scales leans forward and licks Fox’s cheek. Fox shudders and grins.

After Fox recovers from Scales’s fantasy, he continues his journey to the bottom. Scales’s cock manages to get even thicker toward the middle. Fox gasps, but he doesn’t stop. He digs his claws into Scales’s shoulders.

“We should’ve done this on my throne,” Scales groans. “It’d be a much better place to solidify our alliance.”

“N—next time,” Fox stammers. He takes in another inch and then another. 

“Most certainly, McCloud,” Scales growls. He grips Fox’s waist tight enough to leave bruises later.

A moment later, Scales’s cock drags against Fox’s prostate. His vision goes white, and he gasps. He buries his head in Scales’s chest and takes a few deep breaths to calm himself. 

Scales’s dick pulses and throbs inside his hole. Any leftover pain has been replaced by searing pleasure. It sings through his veins and turns him into a gasping mess. While he moans Scales’s name, his cock smears precum on his chest.

“You’re almost there,” Scales says. “Fuck, you’re so tight. You could milk my cock for hours, couldn’t you?”

All Fox can do is whimper in response. He shifts in Scales’s grip, and the movement sends another wave of pleasure through him. He moans again.

“Just a bit more,” Scales grunts. “Take my cock, McCloud!”

Fox takes a deep breath and drops the rest of the way down. He takes the rest of Scales’s dick in one swift movement. Scales’s balls slap against Fox’s ass. He arches his back and cries out.

He’s so full. Scales penetrates so far inside him that he doesn’t know where either of them begins and ends. 

Scales growls and captures Fox’s lips in a harsh kiss. Fox opens his mouth to let Scales’s tongue inside. Scales devours his mouth, and he rides the waves of ecstasy for a little while. Scales thrusts his hips up and down a few times, but it isn’t very deep.

It’s enough for the moment, though. Fox wraps his arms around the back of Scales’s neck and holds on for dear life. He sucks on Scales’s thick tongue.

I’m gonna fucking explode, Fox thinks numbly. I won’t be able to move tomorrow. 

He doesn’t care. He lifts himself about an inch off Scales’s cock and drops back down. It drags against his sweet spot and makes him cry out in pleasure. Scales moans into his mouth. 

He pulls Fox even closer until their bodies are flush together. Fox’s cock is trapped between their stomachs, and each movement adds to the building heat inside him. 

Fox increases his pace. He pulls farther off Scales and slams back down faster. Scales snaps his hips up every time Fox sinks, which adds to the heat inside him. He could explode at any moment, but he rides the razor’s edge for as long as possible.

Scales breaks the kiss and presses his forehead against Fox’s. His blazing eyes bore into Fox’s. Lust writhes in them like wildfire, and Fox is certain his eyes are the same. 

“Slutty little fox,” Scales growls. “You feel so fucking good, this is where you belong…”

“Fuck!” Fox cries out. “Scales!”

“That’s right,” Scales purrs. “ I’m fucking you open, I’m going to make you cum.” He drags his tongue along the side of Fox’s neck.

“So fucking close,” Fox moans. 

Scales’s balls slap against his ass with each thrust. Obscene sounds echo throughout the stone walls of his chamber. 

“You going to cum for me?” Scales asks, his voice haggard. “Cum without your hands, you can do it.”

Fox drags his dick against Scales’s chest. He bounces faster on that huge dick. As another tidal wave of pleasure hits him, he squeezes his eyes shut. 

“Harder,” Fox moans. “Please, need more…”

Scales chuckles. “I can do that.” After he grips Fox’s hips tightly with both hands, his thrusts become even harsher than before. 

Fox surges forward and kisses Scales again. This time, he slides his tongue into Scales’s mouth. Scales chuckles and sucks on his tongue instead. 

The combination of Scales’s mouth and his fucking is too much for Fox to handle. He pounds Fox’s prostate with each movement, and his body provides enough friction to substitute for his hand. 

Scales snarls and bucks his hips upward one more time. His cock jabs Fox’s prostate one more time, and he finally spills over.

Fox erupts. As intense bursts of ecstasy flood his veins, he groans Scales’s name over and over. His cock throbs and shoots ropes of hot seed between their bodies. His orgasm makes his ass clench as well, so he holds Scales’s dick in a vicelike grip.

That doesn’t stop Scales, though. He continues to thrust, but he loses his rhythm. He joins Fox’s groans and holds him close through the throes of his orgasm.

“Scales!” Fox shouts into Scales’s mouth. He continues to grind his dick against Scales’s abdomen to drag out each burst of pleasure.

Scales snarls something heated into Fox’s mouth. A moment later, he buries his cock all the way inside Fox and stills. His cock pulsates, and molten warmth floods Fox’s insides. As Scales’s legs tremble, his hips twitch and snap upward.

Fox breaks the kiss for air. He moans and gasps with each new burst of heat. 

He’s not sure how long this orgasm lasts, but once he finishes, Scales continues to pump his ass full of cum. Fox slumps against Scales’s broad chest and winces at the overstimulation.

After an eternity, though, Scales finally stops. He gasps and falls back against the bed, taking Fox with him. They both lay there in silence for a while, accompanied only by labored breathing. 

Holy shit. Fox pushes himself up to get a look at the carnage. Scales’s gaze has softened, and he grins at Fox.

“You were an amazing fuck,” Scales says bluntly. 

Fox laughs despite everything. “Would you consider our alliance official now?” he asks.

“Traditionally, I did just seal it,” Scales replies. He cups Fox’s rear and squeezes.

Fox yelps in mixed surprise and pain. “Sure feels like it,” he grumbles. “But…thanks.” He smiles, and his face heats. 

“No, thank you,” Scales says. He brings his hand to Fox’s cheek and caresses it.

“What for?” Fox asks. He frowns. 

“Being an excellent bed partner.” Scales winks at him.

Fox swallows heavily, and his face burns even hotter. “I hope it doesn’t mean you’re kicking me out,” he mumbles.

“Of course not,” Scales says. “We both know we’ve got a few more rounds in us.”

Fox laughs breathlessly. “After a few minutes to recover, sure,” he says. 

“Good,” Scales purrs. He glances at the seed that covers their bodies. “Perhaps we should clean up, as well.”

Fox grimaces. “No kidding.”

“You ready for me to pull out?” Scales asks. “It’s not going to be pretty.”

Fox takes a breath to prepare himself and nods. “Let’s get it over with.”

Scales grabs Fox’s hips and lifts him. His softening dick slowly slides from Fox’s slick entrance. When it all escapes, Fox’s hole clenches painfully around nothing. Cum spills from his hole and drenches his legs. 

“Fuck,” Fox moans. He collapses against Scales’s body.

“You took it well,” Scales says. He throws an arm over Fox to hold him close.Fox drinks in his warmth like a dying man. He nuzzles into the crook of Scales’s neck and grins. 

“Told you I could handle it,” Fox says.

“I never doubted you,” Scales replies. “Although…it makes me wonder just how much punishment you can take.” As he speaks, he swats Fox’s ass.

Fox grunts. “I’ve got all night to show you, don’t I?” He raises a brow.

Scales grins in delight. “You certainly do, McCloud. We should take a bath first, though.” He grimaces at their state of mess.

“Sounds good to me,” Fox replies. He climbs off Scales and stands. His legs tremble at the effort, but he manages to keep himself upright. 

Scales gets up as well. He places a hand on Fox’s shoulder and leads him toward the washroom.

“So…” Fox trails off. “Will our alliance be especially strong if we do this all night?” 

Scales barks a laugh. “That isn’t how it works; once was enough,” he says. He squeezes Fox’s shoulder.

“Aww, I was hoping I’d get a bonus for a few extra rounds,” Fox grumbles good-naturedly.

“You’ll earn my favor,” Scales says. “I think you’ll find that’s more than enough incentive.”

Fox shivers, and his spent cock twitches in interest. “I can’t wait to see what that means,” he says.

They enter the washroom. A large bath sinks into the stone floor and occupies about half of the space. 

“It means I might fuck you on my throne tomorrow,” Scales murmurs. He squats in front of the bath and grins over his shoulder.

Fox’s heart flutters. “I can’t wait,” he says. He leans down and wraps his arms around Scales.

Scales tilts his head to capture Fox’s lips in a searing kiss. Fox moans and returns the kiss with just as much fervor.

Pepper’s gonna be happy, Fox thinks distractedly. 

A moment later, Scales gropes his crotch. Every shred of reason flies out the window.

Fox will be sore tomorrow, but he’s never been more excited.