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It doesn’t seem to matter how many months since Kremy and his crew had escaped the dreaded clutches of the Feywild and it’s curses, or how many times he’s reminded himself that he’s resting in his bed and not an itchy bug-riddled bedroll anymore, his body still seems to have developed an internal clock that wakes the gatorfolk at the ass crack of dawn no matter what. A more paranoid part of his brain wonders if those damned curses altered his mind more than he thought. But there were some silver linings, he could get started on breakfast for himself and the others – a habit that started long before they were forced to go on the run and hide in Agwé - and it gave him extra time to get himself dressed up for the day. He could only do so much out in the elements with only his small makeup bag and prestidigitation to keep his suit clean. He thanked the good Baron (and that senile warlock Madryck) for his hefty fortune that allowed him to splurge on a much larger trailer where he could have a nice, wide closet and spacious vanity.
Pulling his sleeping mask from his eyes, Kremy stretched his body, groaning in a mix of pain and pleasure as he felt his spine pop in multiple spots. His royal purple silk pajama shirt was a bit too big for him, the collar just a fraction away from falling off his shoulder from constantly tossing and turning in his sleep. But it was still in pristine condition and comforting to wear. He also hated to admit that he could hear his Meemaw, stern voice scolding him whenever he thought about throwing it out, the elderly gator never being one to waste something that could still be of use. She would have stitched it up with scraps of old fabric until there wasn’t an inch of purple or silk left in it, bless her heart.
But Kremy wasn’t that little gator who couldn’t rub two gold pieces together anymore. He could do whatever he wanted, buy whatever he wanted, and most importantly wear whatever he wanted.
One of the many things that took getting used to when living around non-lizardfolks was the type of clothing options available. While professional tailors had shops all over the bigger cities, many didn’t seem to realize some of the biological differences between mammal humanoids and his kind, specifically when it came to underwear. Remy Garou had cackled wickedly when Kremy had passed by a store that sold underthings, his naiver self had pondered out loud if he should get ones to match his newest suit, his former employer explaining that those specific stores sold lingerie. Then further explained that they were typically meant for women.
“Who knows? You might fetch us a pretty copper if I put you with the showgirls.” Garou teased before dragging the alligator along. And, oddly enough, Kremy had found several sets of this lingerie in his room when he retired later that evening.
Most gatorfolk didn’t even wear underwear. It was just easier to let their cloaca breath without too much fabric or any kind of barrier between them, but that in itself made the lacey fabric more precious – more exotic - to Kremy. The intricate designs and textures against the most sensitive part of his body were another way to show his status. Even if he could only show it to himself in the mirror, that was enough. He had several different sets, dozens with different attaching pieces or adornments that matched his suits, all fitting different moods.
Kremy already knew which he wanted to wear for the day as he slides out of his bed, slowly unbuttoning his top as he made his way to the bottom drawer in his vanity. Thankfully, he didn’t have to worry about locking the drawer, few people entered this part of his trailer aside from his friends. And even they weren’t stupid enough to go rummaging through his things.
At least that was what he hoped as he realized not only were the pair of panties he was looking for missing, but several, if not most, were now gone.
“That can’t be right.” Kremy frowned, muttering to himself as he checked again. He would admit that he hadn’t paid much attention to his laundry the past week or so, the carnival was very busy as the weather started heating up, and the gatorfolk had just thrown on whatever was at the top of the neatly folded pile. Had he really gone through his favorite pairs already?
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Kremy padded over to his laundry basket, only to find it mostly empty as well. Suddenly the events from the past hectic week flooded his mind. He’d been in a rush to get his laundry done the other day. He could have used a spell to clean them in an instant, but that wasn’t the same as working the fabric to make it soft or using that fancy blend of soap that was spicy and made his head pleasantly dizzy when he breathed it in deeply. So, when he found a small break in his schedule, he used it to wash his clothes. He’d been bone tired though, he couldn’t even remember anything but the methodical way he lathered up the fabric, his mind running on muscle memory. He’d already dried them and put everything away.
So where in the everloving fuck were his panties?
-
The warlock tries not to spiral into a panic as he searches through the laundry pile, only finding the clothes he’d set in there last night, before massaging his temple. Where could he have possibly misplaced them? Had he dropped them on the way to the nearby river? Had he let them get swept away by the stream when he wasn’t paying attention? Or were they somewhere in his room? As he carefully tore through his closet and every possible hiding spot with the delicate grace of a hurricane, Kremy tried to search within his memories from the day before.
Something finally came to him as he felt his blood pressure spike in irritation. Torbek.
The bugbear had interrupted him on his way to the river, hadn’t he? Something about wanting to talk to him about something important, all fidgety and such. Kremy chalked it up to either wanting to be paid in something other than IOUs or wanting another cardboard girlfriend for him to be a pest to. It didn’t matter when Kremy had more important things to attend to. And he vaguely remembers saying as much to him.
-
“O-o-oh, of course, Mr. Kremy is a very busy man.” Torbek had twiddled his long fingers awkwardly “Maybe Torbek can help Mr. Kremy with his laundry while he confesses his feelin- I mean talks to Mr. Kremy?”
The gator had rolled his eyes. He’d admit in the deepest recess of his mind, he’d grown fond of the odd bugbear over the course of their adventures, and it was no secret that Torbek had a bit of a crush on Kremy. But the damn bugbear was like a needy pup that Kremy did not have time to train. Plus, he had a reputation to keep, the fuzzy drunken goblinoid just wasn’t a good look. Not unless he took even more time out of his schedule to scrub him down and dress him in something other than rags that the bugbear seemed to prefer.
“I think I’d prefer to be left alone with my thoughts for now, Torbek.” Kremy said as he started walking to the river again ”We can discuss any pressin’ issues in my office at a later date.”
Unbeknownst to the lizardfolk, the bugbear’s eyes had widened at the word ‘date’, Torbek’s mind flooded with images of finally getting to woo and show off his romantic prowess to Kremy. Just when he thought this day couldn’t get any better, Torbek’s gaze fell to the ground, a rich royal looking purple striking against the green grass.
“Oh! Mr. Kremy, you dropped –“ Torbek called out as he lifted the fabric up with his clawed digits. Just as the bugbear noticed the gator was already long gone, he realized what exactly he was holding.
A pair of panties. His thumb brushed over the material, feeling soft, crushed velvet. His mind immediately started racing as he imagined Kremy in the garment, beautiful emerald thighs parting for him to dive between, just the thought of tasting his boss was enough to make Torbek start to drool.
The bugbear brought the panties closer, noticing a few damp spots that stained the inside liner. His long, dexterous tongue acted before his mind, licking a long stripe against the fabric. The intoxicating taste of sweat and musk and slick overwhelming Torbek as his cock started stirring. Already deciding what he needed to do, he stuffed the pair in his pocket before hurrying back to his sleeping area. He didn’t need to get caught and put on another list.
-
As Kremy sat amongst the chaos of clothes in his upturned room, he decided he needed to make sure the bugbear didn’t accidentally find them, or anyone else for that matter. It was clear that too many had gone missing for him to simply have dropped them on the ground without noticing. But that might be a start. It wasn’t like anyone knew about his panties. Frost could have pried into his mind, but he doubted the Tabaxi would care to know that information. And he’d been careful around Gricko, knowing the goblin would be even more insufferable if he had that secret to tease him about.
And that just leaves…Oh, by the Gods.
-
It wasn’t an unusual night for a certain fire genasi at all. Gideon had been doing his usual routine; fixing the Harris Wheel, keeping the riffraff down, following Kremy around while he made deals with vendors, etc. When his best friend had dismissed him, claiming that he needed to get some paperwork wrapped up and couldn’t drink himself into a stupor with Gideon, the man just shrugged and went about his night.
Of course, he wished the gatorfolk could join him. It wasn’t as fun with just Frost and Gricko, and he liked having the smaller man tucked beside him as they laughed at Gricko when the goblin pulled some sort of stunt or failed a challenge or bet. He liked watching the tension slip from his friend’s body as they got drunker, waving off Frost when the tabaxi tried to get them to go to bed before they made fools of themselves, the way his eyes squinted into slits as he smirked. And, as Gideon slammed his last mug of beer down on the bar counter, he realized he liked carrying the gator back to his trailer. Back to the Carnivàle. Their carnival. Their business. Their home.
He liked it when Kremy rested his head against Gideon’s shoulder when Gideon carried him in his arms, the gator mumbling about how strong the genasi was. He felt powerful, useful, just as much as when Kremy sic’d him on some poor bastard who didn’t realize how dead they were about to be. He knew his protective nature was deeper than just his responsibility as Kremy’s bodyguard, not as simple as keeping his friend safe like he did with the others in the gang.
He wondered if Kremy felt that way about him. Maybe when he found him after the train? His memory has always been spotty around that time, but he knew he was a broken shell of a man when the gator found him. Gideon could remember how snazzy he’d looked; bright and extravagant, Gideon had never seen someone who dressed that nice before. He couldn’t wrap his head around why someone like that had offered his hand to someone like Gideon in the first place. Why he’d fed Gideon, who had scarfed down the meals he’d made, both from his years of malnutrition and from never having tasted something as good as Kremy’s cooking. Why he’d seen something more in him than he’d ever seen in himself.
Sure, in time he’d grown a hell of a lot stronger, he’s never worried about the warlock replacing him as a bodyguard, not when he could punch a hole through someone’s body. But, as they’d traveled together, they quickly became close friends. They knew things about each other that even Frost and Gricko didn’t know. Secrets Gideon thought he’d take to the grave, stories he thought would die with him on that damn train, and learning Kremy’s at the same time. The genasi couldn’t picture being with anyone else this long. Funnily enough, Kremy was the longest relationship he’d had with anyone, even if they weren’t like that. All romantic and such. Unless you count their completely ironic marriage.
They often talked about what happened in the Feywild once they got back, how couldn’t they, with all the crazy shit that happened? But some things just lead to awkward laughs and coughing to turn the conversation elsewhere. Their marriage was one of them. All the ironic little moments between them were another. And in the midst of all of that, Gideon realized just how fucking confusing his feelings for Kremy were, even before they’d took Madryck’s quest.
He couldn’t picture being around someone day in and day out like he could with Kremy. He didn’t feel an intense sense of rejection with anyone else like he felt when Kremy dismissed him. He hated being told what to do but felt tingles travel up his spine when Kremy said those three magic words.
’Would ya kindly?’
Gideon manages to get back to the Carnivàle, waving goodnight to Frost and Gricko as they wandered back to their tent. They could have gotten a trailer like Gideon and Kremy had, but the two explained how they liked their sleeping arrangement. To be fair, it was a bigger tent than what most of the workers had. Kremy had wagered that Gricko just liked being outdoors and Frost indulged the goblin as usual. It took Gideon a while before he realized the two had something going on, and from what Kremy guessed, they had it going on way before they entered the Witchlight Carnival. It became more obvious when they made sure Hootsie got her own tent, one that was set up nearby, but far enough away that the couple wouldn’t traumatize their owlbear daughter who was going through her own teenage phases.
He has to pass by Kremy’s trailer to get to his own, the two were not located far apart. It made sense. If some disgruntled carnie started pounding on Kremy’s door, Gideon could easily get rid of them before they could disrupt the gator’s beauty sleep, which would lead to them facing a fate worse than what Gideon could ever give them.
Soft lights still emanated from Kremy’s trailer. He was clearly still awake at such a late hour. Even in his drunken haze, Gideon knew he needed to get the gator to bed, or else he’ll be in a bitchy mood the next few days until he got back on his proper sleep cycle. And maybe he just didn’t feel right when he doesn’t wish the older man goodnight.
He manages to get up the steps without falling on his ass and finds that the door wasn’t locked. He’d have to remind Kremy to lock it, there were some real weirdos lurking around, but that’s carnies for you. To his surprise, Kremy isn’t at his desk. The large oak table that faces the entryway was empty, save for endless stacks of papers and contracts. The candles on the desk, however, are extinguished. Meaning the light must be coming from his bedroom. Gideon uses the walls and faint light to guide him to the next room. It takes him a few seconds to process the scene before him, the alcohol getting all the wires in his brain crossed.
Before him, still blissfully unaware of his unexpected guest, is Kremy. And unlike when he saw him last, in his purple suit and hat, he’s almost completely undressed. It’s not like Gideon’s never seen the gatorfolk nude, though he usually gives him the courtesy to not peek at the man’s genitals. The shimmering scales dancing in the candlelight were pretty to his drunken mind, they swayed with Gideon’s body as they shined from Kremy’s shoulder, down his sides and body until they reached his slender hips.
That’s when he noticed the bright red cloth clinging to those hips.
Gideon barely has time to appreciate the way the soft material caresses the slight mound of Kremy’s crotch, eyes focused on that spot with such and intense heat that it must give away his presence, before he hears a shrill voice shout at him.
”Gid, what the fuck?!”
The genasi’s eyes snapped up to the warlock’s furious face, his eyes now narrowed as the temperature of the room fell, yet all he could think was how stunning the gator looked when he was mad. He’s sure he mumbled some kind of excuse, or maybe an attempt at complimenting his friend. But he can’t finish a single sentence before the familiar crackle of magic shoots up his spine.
”Would ya kindly get the fuck out?!”
The room swirled in a blur of motion as the unnatural chill of the trailer switched to the cool breeze of the outdoors. Gideon groaned, feeling like he’d been practically drop kicked out of the building, hand covering his eyes as the stars tried to twinkle at him.
“Ugh, fuck off.” He flipped the stars off just as Kremy opened a window to shout at him again.
”And would ya kindly go to bed!?”
-
Kremy tried to reason in his mind that there was no conceivable way that his partner had been coherent enough to understand what he saw that night. And when he’d gotten up yesterday, the younger man hadn’t said a word about it, finally dried up enough to start punching things again while he complained of a terrible headache.
But nevertheless, Kremy couldn’t just ignore that someone had taken his underwear, and there was only one way to find out who it was.
The lizardfolk got dressed as if it were any other day, liner caressing his eyes like an old lover, mustache penciled on thin and sharp. However, the feeling of his bare mound was odd and distracting after so many years wearing the panties. It was like not wearing a hat, or paying taxes, something he just didn’t do. But he was out of options.
He strolled out of his trailer, scanning for anything out of the ordinary. Everyone was up and moving, despite it being the wee hours of the morning, most were setting up equipment or readying their acts. He noted that Frost and Gricko were still asleep in their tent as he heard the goblin’s loud snores that somehow didn’t make the tabaxi’s ear bleed. He passed by Gideon’s trailer as well; his much more tolerable snores told the gator that he had plenty of time to investigate before the genasi would come out and look for him and breakfast.
When he heard pure silence in Torbek’s tent, he knew it was empty. In the years he’s known the bugbear, he thrashed and screamed as he slept through the night, occasionally clawing through his tent and needing to patch it up. Kremy used his cane to pull the flap back, unsure what he was going to find inside.
It was pretty bare, aside from trash and scraps of food everywhere, a bedroll bulked up with blankets the bugbear most likely stole sat in the middle of the tent. The scent of a burning candle caught Kremy’s attention as he followed it’s direction, his eyes widening when he sees what can only be described as a shrine.
A shrine that was basically a mountain of his panties, dry and coated in a lot more than just the bit of slick that dampened them at times.
Kremy dared to come closer, letting the flap close behind him as he further examined the pile. Lace and silk of a multitude of colors stacked on top of each other, all rumpled like they were used tissues. Tea candles scattered around the pile like it was part of an odd ritual. For all the gator knew, it was, yet he couldn’t remember in all his years of being mentored by Remy and the Baron a ritual that involved someone’s underwear. And certainly not one that needed them to be covered in cum.
Just what was the bugbear doing?
-
Torbek wastes no time once he’s in his tent, his entire gangly body thrumming with energy he must let loose. He lays down on his bedroll, curled onto his side as he examines the black fabric he’d taken.
He hadn’t had a tent when he joined Carnivàle Lecroux the first time around. He slept outside, enduring the elements with the other carnies who didn’t bring their own sleeping apparatuses. But he’d understood that Mr. Kremy was doing his best to make the Carnivàle a magical place for everyone. Some of them had to sacrifice comfort. And with the way Mr. Kremy worked so hard all day, it was obvious that he needed a nice trailer. Though it was nothing compared to his current abode. Nor the one he’d gotten Gideon.
But Torbek’s own living situation improved along with the rest of the crew, oddly enough. His tent was not only a step up, but it had enough room for him to spread his limbs out. He had his favorite moth-eaten blankets to keep him warm. And while the garbage piles around him may have been off putting to anyone else, they were his garbage piles.
And now he’d found something even more precious to add to his prized possessions. The black underwear was sheer, and he could only whine pathetically at the thought of Mr. Kremy’s scales and tough green skin hiding behind it. Mr. Kremy was beautiful dressed up, that was a given, but Torbek could only imagine his employer stripped down. He’d only seen glimpses of Mr. Kremy undressed, but there was plenty to fuel Torbek’s nightly fantasies about the gator.
Now, he had a new fantasy about his favorite boss.
Torbek shambled into Mr. Kremy’s office, the lizardfolk in the same spot he usually was in, working hard at his desk. But this version of Mr. Kremy was pleased to see him when he entered his trailer, a soft smile gracing his maw as he dropped his quill to give the bugbear his undivided attention.
”There ya are, Torbek, I was waitin’ for ya to stop by.” Mr. Kremy said, nodding so Torbek took a seat.
”Mr. Kremy was waiting for Torbek?” He’d question, even in his dreams, it felt impossible for the gator to focus on him like this.
”Please, call me Kremy.” The warlock pushed himself back in his seat, giving himself room to stand up and stretch, his lean and delicate body hypnotizing Torbek like it always did “I wanted to talk to ya about what a good job you’ve done around the Carnivàle.”
”R-really? You think Torbek is good?” Torbek blinked in surprise, face heating up under his matted fur as Kremy sauntered closer, the gator’s hip resting on the arm of Torbek’s chair.
”Of course I do, cher, you’re my favorite employee.” Kremy chuckled, taking a clawed hand to scratch a nail under the Bugbears chin, Torbek’s foot thumping against the carpeted floor happily “Such a good boy for me.”
”Torbek likes being a good boy for Mr. Kremy.” Torbek pants, tongue lolling out of his mouth. This Kremy didn’t seem to mind the copious amounts of drool pouring out.
“I know you do, sweet thing.” Kremy says fondly, moving to sit in Torbek’s lap as he wraps his arms around the bugbear’s neck “I got a few ideas on how ya can be an even better boy for me, cher.”
”Anything for Mr. Kremy!” Torbek strains, his cock was already hard from just having the alligator this close to him, his scent intoxicating. Salt, marsh, and sweet hiding under all that perfume.
”I’m terribly hot in these stuffy clothes.” Kremy pouted, fluttering his nonexistent lashes at him “Do ya think you could help me take em off, Torbek?”
The bugbear’s hands worked faster than his mouth, clawing at the pretty and expensive suit, something he never even dared to think of doing in real life. This Kremy chirped happily as the last layer of his suit was peeled away, leaving him nude except for the pretty black panties.
Just as sheer, with a lacey bow gracing the top band, and just begging for Torbek to rip off with his sharp teeth. And he would have, if not for Kremy swiftly moving out of his lap. He twirled, showing the back off as well, before leaning back against the front of his desk, he used a claw to beckon the furred man over.
”Why don’t ya come over here and get ya reward for being such a good boy?”
Torbek couldn’t suppress a growl from deep in his chest. His body forced him to launch himself at the gator, pushing his torso so it laid back against the desk’s cool surface, before getting on his knees and parting Kremy’s thighs.
Mr. Kremy had explained that he was cold-blooded, but the heat radiating from beneath the panties told a different story. Torbek dived forward, teeth yanking and shredding the thin fabric until Kremy’s sex was exposed to him, the alluring scent increased tenfold. Torbek could not begin to guess what the gator’s genitalia looked like, but he knew whatever it was would be covered in his drool.
His tongue would explore every crevice, every bump and groove and listen for the pitch in Mr. Kremy’s moans to shift. Pretty words replaced by even prettier sounds that pleaded for Torbek to make him cum.
“O-oh, Gods, just like that! That’s so good, cher, you’re so good for me!” Kremy sobbed, thighs clamping around Torbek’s head “Ya gonna make me cum, d-don’t stop! I love ya mouth, ya tongue, I love you-“
Torbek whined as he thrusted his hips into the air, cum shooting out from his cock and staining his tattered pants, the panties had found their way into his mouth to quiet his moans at some point during his fantasizing. He yelped as his knot at the base of his cock started swelling up. He knew from experience that it would go down soon, though he couldn’t help but feel disappointed that he didn’t have Mr. Kremy’s warmth around him as it locked them together. He was even more disappointed that he came without even touching himself.
“Just another day for Torbek.” He groaned as he wiped his spent with the black panties absentmindedly. Mr. Kremy had many fine things he wore each day, surely he wouldn’t miss this particular pair of panties. And Torbek could use them over and over, the scent and taste of Kremy soaked into the fabric, now minged with Torbek’s own. In fact, how many could the bugbear take without Mr. Kremy noticing?
It would just be another one of Torbek’s dirty secrets.
-
Anger began to seep from his scales, realizing just how long it was going to take to clean all the panties, if they hadn’t been completely ruined. This was no nefarious ritual, but he was gonna perform one that’ll remind Torbek just who he was messing with.
That was until he realized, nudging through the stack of panties with his cane, a certain pair was still missing. He couldn’t find it stuck to another pair, nor was it anywhere else in the tent.
By the time he crept out from Torbek’s tent the sun began to rise. He scampered back behind Gideon’s trailer just in time for the fiery man to slam his door open. With a stretch and groan, the man made his way to Kremy’s trailer, probably looking forward to breakfast that the gatorfolk usually made for the group by now. Gideon knocked, peeked through the blinds, shouted for Kremy to get up. He’d feel guilty as the genasi waited and waited with worry evident on his face, before going off in search of his best friend, if Kremy wasn’t trying to snoop through his things.
They had keys to each other’s trailers, so it only took a moment for the warlock to enter inside Gideon’s home. He frowned at the sparce decorations. There were a few trinkets, trophies from their time in the Feywild, but something felt empty about the rooms. He’d told his friend as much the last few times he’d come over. Gideon laughed it off, that he wasn’t as flashy as Kremy, he just needed four walls and a roof. That even that was negotiable. Then, as they’d gotten drunk that night, he vaguely recalls the genasi getting a somber look in his eyes. Grumbling that he missed sharing a tent with Kremy, that he didn’t know what to do with all this extra space, it was the first time he’d ever lived alone.
Kremy shook his head, trying to stay focused on the task at hand, he only had so much time before he’d have a hungry group of vagabonds on his hands. If his partner was hiding something, there were only a handful of spots they could be in. The dresser just revealed most of Gideon’s regular clothes. All his typically work wear, though Kremy would blush if he could when he remembered how the man seldom wore anything to bed, preferring to sleep in the buff.
How in the hell did Kremy hide his crush on Gideon when they shared a tent like that?
Next was Gideon’s bed, one Kremy specifically picked out for him, large and just the right amount of firm and softness for the genasi’s aching body. Years of hard labor was catching up with the man, whether Gid admitted it or not, and this was a small way for Kremy to repay him. Which made the reveal that gator found when he lifted one of the pillows all the more shocking.
Panties. Again. Ruby red and clearly soaked with cum, though it was far more recent. Had Gid used them this morning? Did he think about Kremy as he touched himself?
Kremy’s mind spun.
-
Gideon couldn’t remember ever being so vexed by any of his past flings’ undergarments before. Though, he could admit, he was usually keen on getting their clothes off as fast as possible to get to the good parts. Yet when he ran his callused thumb over the soft material, he couldn’t help the intense feelings pulling something deep in his gut. The new image of Kremy walking around all day in something so skimpy, perfectly concealed by his slacks as he sat at his desk working on a mountain of paperwork, all under the Genasi’s nose. How many times had they shared a smoke while Kremy wore this exact pair? Just a simple tug or pull and Gideon would have been able to see the intoxicating display way the other night.
He’d never do it unless Kremy asked, though, he felt enough guilt from just catching him on accident. Though that guilt was entangled with the roaring fire of arousal that was only stoked as Gideon brought the fabric closer to his face to inspect the piece of fabric.
Silk, like solid water running over his fingers, catching slightly on his rough hands. He wondered if it ever caught on Kremy’s scales, or if his underbelly was as soft as he thought it looked, a few shades lighter than the vibrant green that covered him. There was even a slit in the back for the gator’s tail to poke through. Either he had the panties made, or knew a vendor who worked with humanoids with tails. Had Kremy only recently worn these? Gideon tried to wrack his brain for memories of his friend carrying panties in his pack or catching him taking his clothes off slow enough to see his underwear and cursed himself for not paying better attention. Of course, he’d have remembered seeing something so revealing on the older gator before.
If he’d known, he’d probably never be able to share a tent with Kremy. He’d never be able to keep his hand off his cock long enough to not embarrass himself in front of his best friend. He probably would have waited until the lizardfolk fell asleep before pilfering through his folded clothes to search for the same bright red panties he had in his hand now and take them back to his bedroll while he jerked off.
Gideon groaned as his cock twitched in his pants, cupping it with his free hand through the rougher material. Of course Kremy wore such soft things, they probably felt a lot better against his slit. He’d tried to not think about his friend’s genitalia, it wasn’t his business, and he’d only seen it a handful of times when they changed or had to bathe together during their travels. He’d asked only once, after seeing it the first time, as he’d been completely ignorant about the warlock’s kind before then. He admittedly zoned out about the boring stuff Kremy explained about as to why everything was internal, too busy wondering about how Kremy looked turned on, before shaking the thought out of his head.
Lot of good that did, as he would have that thought repeatedly for the next decade, especially now as he pictured the ruby red fabric rubbing against that slit.
The genasi leaned back into his bed, letting his mind wander back to sharing the tent with Kremy. The gator was a light sleeper, jumping up at the slightest noise, fearing Garou’s goons or more Feywild bullshit coming for them. There’s no way he wouldn’t catch Gideon fucking his fist, face buried in the fabric, tongue lapping up the taste of salt, musk, and slick. Caught like some kinda pervert.
In his bed, Gideon bites his lip, eyes hazy with lust as he brings the garment close. It outweighed the shame as he brought it to his face, inhaling the sweet and slightly acidic scent, moaning as it makes his cock stir even more.
Kremy would chew him out if he caught him, eyes almost glowing with bright rage. Gods, he loved seeing the gator pissed off, unable to hide his anger. Gideon had been lucky that he was drunk when Kremy kicked him out, able to stumble to his trailer without an awkward boner.
As he finally freed his almost purple cock from the confines of his pants, Gideon mused the idea of Kremy having a different reaction. One where he sputters, eyes wide as he can’t find the words to properly scold the genasi. His eyes sliding down Gideon’s body, unable to look away from his throbbing hard on.
He knew Kremy’s type, even if it seemed the lizardfolk had a disinterest in sex altogether, he’d had flings that even the shadows couldn’t hide from his bodyguard. They also couldn’t hide the way the gator would cough into his fist and turn his gaze away from men and the like with bulging muscles. Or how he’d fan himself when a shirt would ride up and reveal a happy trail that looked more akin to a forest. It was both cute to watch the older gator get flustered. And irritating when he’d pointedly ignored Gideon doing the same acts.
Over time, Gideon chalked it up to either Kremy not being interested in fire genasi’s, or that he wasn’t attracted to Gideon in general. It was crazy to imagine, as Gideon seemed to be everyone’s type. But maybe Kremy, as no-nonsense as he was about keeping business and pleasure separate, didn’t want to complicate his relationship with Gideon beyond him being his bodyguard and friend? Gideon tried not to let that disappoint him. Instead, he allowed himself to drift further into his daydream version of his boss.
He’d be ecstatic as Kremy’s resolve finally crumbled, smirking as he continued stroking his cock. He’d tease the warlock, following his gaze as precum beaded at the tip in the fantasy and real life.
Gideon took the panties from his face, giving one last lick over the crotch of them, the heady taste only pushing him further as he wrapped the fabric around his cock. The smooth texture wrapped around him, cool and damp from his spit.
He’d beckon Kremy to come closer, that he won’t bite the gatorfolk too hard. Gideon had always wondered what desperate little noises Kremy would make, how he’d squirm once Gideon had him seated on his cock. How he’d sob when Gideon called him a little slut for hiding his dirty secret from him while his fingers rub at his slit, slowly coaxing it wider, the head of a slim, pale cock slipping out like a clit. Would Kremy get pissed at the comparison? Or would he stutter and try to assert that it wasn’t a clit, that his opening wasn’t a pussy, even if it opened for Gideon the same way?
It didn’t matter, not when he’d have the lizardfolk riding his face, tongue deep in his hole as he lapped up his juices like it was the last gulp of water in a desert. It wouldn’t matter when he finally presses inside, goaded on by Kremy’s moans and pleads to not be too rough, that he’d never taken a dick as big as Gideon’s. No one would have made Kremy that wet, his pretty cock that hard as it slapped between their stomachs, his pussy clench around him that tight as he came on Gideon’s -
Gideon’s hair burned brightly all over, hips thrust upward and staying there as he came into the red panties, pretending as if he was cumming deep inside his boss. The growl that tore through his throat barely sounded human, the sudden realization that it wasn’t a plush hole that he bred but a soft piece of fabric that once held what he truly wanted, only agitating the fire within him.
As he came down from his high, hips relaxing back into the bed, he ran a clean hand over his face, he grumbled about what an idiot he was as shame seated itself firmly into his chest. He shouldn’t have done this, he should have let his thoughts die on the vine the second he thought about Kremy’s panties. How was he supposed to pretend now? The gator always knew when something was up with him and knew just how to get it out of him, even without Suggestion.
He’d have to avoid him, at least until he could push the shame down further, like all the times before. Kremy didn’t want him, and he needed to let this go.
Though, he probably wouldn’t notice a pair or two of panties going missing here and there, right?
-
Gideon searched for the better part of the morning looking for his friend. Kremy not being in his trailer was odd enough, not smelling bacon and eggs being fried up, or hearing the gator hum and tap along to jazz notes flowing from him gramophone was even odder. Even when his partner was ill, he’d still make sure the gang ate. Fear didn’t start to settle in the genasi’s gut until Frost and Gricko said they hadn’t seen him this morning yet either. He’d asked some of the older hirelings that were shuffling about the carnival, only to be met with the same response.
Until the warlock just…popped out of nowhere, handing their gang plates of breakfast like normal, calling Gideon over. The most unsettling part was how chipper the gator was, even smiling at Torbek as he offered him a plate piled high with grub.
Kremy only tilted his head as the younger man looked him over, trying to piece together what was going on with his boss.
“Ya feelin’ alright, Krem?” Gideon raised a confused brow “Couldn’t find ya earlier.”
“Never better.” Kremy shrugged “Why, ya got somethin’ to tell me?”
For a split second, a cold chill ran down the bodyguard’s spine, something in Kremy’s voice changed. Not angry, but not too pleased, either. ‘Does he know?’ No, there’s no way he could know. He’s got a guilty conscious and it’s throwing Gideon off, that’s all.
“Nope.”
“Good, eat up.” Kremy passed him his plate “Got a big day ahead of us, and we’re already behind schedule.”
Gideon sat on one of the outdoor benches next to Torbek, examining his food before deciding nothing was amiss and scarfing it down. Maybe Kremy took a stroll into town without him? He knew the gator could handle himself in a fight, he just preferred having hired muscle along with him, never knowing who might show up and try to attack the proprietor.
As his mind settled, it also began to wander, his eyes glancing over at Kremy as the older gator took a seat across from him. He couldn’t help but wonder what pair of panties the other was wearing today. Obviously not the red pair, or did he have more than one? He’d snatched the ones under his pillow from the laundry basket, not wanting to risk going through his drawers or closet. He imagined all the panties he’d ripped off his partners over the years that he never paid much attention to, now trying to place them on his best friend.
Were they dark or light? Solid or patterned, silk or cotton, lace or bows? Were they a little snug or comfortable? Did they already have little drops of slick on them? How would they feel against Gideon’s tongue –
‘I’m trying to enjoy breakfast, Gideon.’ A voice called out to him ‘It’s Frost, by the way.’
‘I know it’s you, Frosty. Just – c’mon man, I didn’t mean to project!’
‘Yes well, if I were you, I would prepare myself.’
‘Fer what?’
“Before it slips my mind,” Kremy clears his throat before pointing his fork at Torbek and Gideon “I need the both of ya to come by my office ‘round the witchin’ hour.”
Gricko made a loud, scandalous noise “Ooooo, sounds like someone’s in trouble!”
“What? No! Torbek isn’t in trouble!” Torbek panicked, almost choking on his food “…Torbek isn’t in trouble, is he?”
“Just a simple matter to discuss regarding security within the carnival is all.” Kremy replied cooly, automatically. It may have pacified the bugbear, who let out a sigh of relief as his goblinoid friend let out a disappointed groan, but Gideon knew better. Kremy was manipulative and lied as if it were as natural as breathing. And on any other day, he’d admired that about his friend, but this new behavior and Frost’s odd warning put him on edge. What was Kremy planning? If it was about the panties like he feared, why was Torbek getting roped into this? The bugbear would probably be the last person the gator would want to know about his secret.
As the group dispersed for the day, Gideon tried to distract himself, hoping nightfall would either approach rapidly so he could get it over with, or never come at all.
-
Despite it being a busy day, it drags on slowly for everyone, but especially Kremy Lecroux. The anticipation of his plan gnaws at him. He’s betting on it going his way, that he hadn’t completely misinterpreted everything, anxiety rolling in waves and making him doubt. But he knows what he saw, knows there isn’t an explanation, ironic or not, for Gid to be stealing and jerking off into his panties. Or for that…shrine…Torbek had made with the rest of his pairs.
His confidence in his plan was fueled by irritation as well, the whole day he had to go without a barrier between the sensitive slit of his cloaca and his pants. It was maddening. Every time his mind wandered to Gid stroking himself, hand grasping his used panties, his body clenched around nothing. His slit was engorged for constantly being edged. Eventually it happened enough that as he thought of Torbek humping the piece of fabric like he probably did to the cardboard cutout of Clementine, he’d soaked through the dark purple slacks enough to leave a stain on them, as well as a wet spot on his seat. It was humiliating for a man of his position and stature.
He’d never felt this exposed since he worked for Remy, thighs spread over his former employer’s as he sat in his lap, facing everyone the man was set to have a meeting with that day. Every powerful businessman in Agwé could see his puffy lips through damp fabric, just because Remy willed it so, and because Kremy never fought back. He found that he didn’t just want Garou’s affection and attention, he wanted to be shown off like a prize, wanted to be desired. That powerful need to be wanted was creeping back with a vengeance since this morning.
Kremy had miraculously found a hidden pair of panties in his drawer when he changed out of his slacks, a milky cotton white with a silk bow adorning the front, innocent and meant for days where Kremy was running low underthings. The material was also very thin, turning transparent at the slightest wetness, making for an inconvenient spare as well. But it seemed like a blessing as it would work perfectly with his plan.
Deciding to not wear a different pair of trousers, opting instead for a sleek, black pencil skirt that went just as well with his purple jacket and undershirt. The stockings and black heels were typically worn when he decided to wear dresses, a habit that increased since their journey into the Feywild. He knew every time he’d switch to cross his legs the panties would flash the two men, another way to tease them, another way to see just how badly they wanted him.
When he reenters the office part of his trailer, he hears chattering just outside. The deep tones and slight rumble immediately get recognized as Torbek and Gideon, and the gator takes a deep breath, ready to put on a show.
-
Kremy leans back against the front of his desk, arms crossed “You two must think I’m royally stupid.”
“TORBEK WOULD NEVER THINK THAT OF MR. KREM-“
“Would ya kindly keep your trap shut?” Kremy glares, the room darken for a moment before Torbek mumbled an apology from behind his closed mouth “Ain’t a peep comin’ from either of y’all unless I say so, clear?”
Gideon lets out a huff “Crystal.”
“Good. Now, as I was sayin’,” Kremy puts his palms against the wood desk as leverage as he lifts himself onto it, legs crossing daintily “I may not handle the machinery at this carnival, I may not wrangle it’s carnies, but I do know where every single copper and item of value goes around here.”
Gideon tries to pay attention, he really does, but his eyes have minds of their own and cannot stop them from gliding over the gatorfolk’s legs. The sheer fabric encasing them distorts just what a pretty shade of green they are, slightly darker than the rest of Kremy’s body. Not to mention how shapely his boss’ legs are. It never ceased to amaze him just how good the gator could pull off dresses. And now skirts, apparently.
Just before his eyes reach the top of the warlock’s thighs, Kremy’s cane cracks against the floor in front of him.
“You payin’ attention, Mr. Coal? Or do I need to suggest that you focus on me?”
“Wha- no, no! I was just –“ The fighter let out a pathetic groan “I mean c’mon, man! You know I ain’t ever taken money from ya!”
Kremy’s eyes narrowed.
“Okay. But I mean like a lot, not enough fer ya to be this pissed off!” All of them took some coins from the Carnivàle here and there. It was the biggest open secret. Nobody took huge sums, though, Kremy wouldn’t just pull them into his office for a chat if that were the issue.
His gut was right, Kremy knew about the panties under the pillow, somehow. Now where would they stand? He obviously wasn’t going to let this get swept under the rug. And why was Torbek here, just to add insult to injury? To let Gideon know that even Torbek hadn’t stooped this low?
“Maybe that right there lies the problem,” Kremy taps his cane, legs uncrossing for a second, a flash of white appearing and disappearing as he crossed them again “I’ve been too lenient with my hounds, need to tighten their leashes and bring em to heel for thinkin’ they could steal from me.”
“Krem, listen, I don’t know what ya think I took but –“ Gideon felt the thrum of dark magic against his lips before the words were spoken.
“Would ya kindly shut the fuck up, Gid?” The warlock rolled his eyes “Ya think I don’t know when my clothes go missin’? My most expensive sets, mind you!”
Torbek made a loud noise behind his taunt lips, catching the gator’s attention. He raised a brow before dispelling the magic.
“What, Torbek?”
“Uuuhhh, Torbek just really wanted to say that Torbek is ve-e-r-r-y-y sorry!” the bugbear’s gaze landed on the floor “Torbek didn’t mean to steal from Mr. Kremy, Torbek tried to give them back.”
Gideon watched as his friend’s harsh gaze suddenly shifted to something similar to mockingly empathetic, which was even more terrifying than invoking his anger, the genasi knew from experience.
“Is that so?” Kremy cooed, hopping off his desk to stroll over to where Torbek was seated, a clawed finger reached out to scratch under his chin as the bugbear leaned into with a slight purr “You were tryin’ to be a good boy and give them back?”
Torbek nodded, eyes wide and pitiful as he stared up at his employer.
“Then you deserve a reward for being so noble and honest, huh?”
“T-Torbek is scared Torbek will perjure himself.”
The gator circles the bugbear in his seat, the only reason the larger man hadn’t started twitching and fidgeting under pressure was solely because of the spell keeping him and Gideon anchored to their seats. When he finally stops behind Torbek, he leans down to whisper against a flickering ear.
“And how many punishments do ya deserve for the dozens of panties ya got stashed in yer damn tent?” Kremy’s voice is rumbling with rage by the end of the sentence, sharp teeth clashing as Torbek whines with fear “You know how long it’d take me to scrub the fuckin’ cum outta them?!”
Kremy quickly pinches the bugbear’s ear, causing him to yelp, before stomping over to Gideon, heels clacking before he snaps his finger so the bodyguard could speak.
“And you ain’t no damn better! You took my favorite pair!”
“It was ironic! I was just foolin’ ‘round, Kremy, you know how I get!” Gideon asserted, but the warlock was undeterred, grabbing at his strong, bearded jaw. Kremy catches himself before he can stroke the burning facial hair with his thumb.
“Yer a damn fool, alright.” Kremy huffed “I’mma give you one -and I mean exactly one- chance to tell me the truth, Gid. Why’d ya take em?”
The two glared at each other, neither breaking their gaze. It was a simple battle of wills, and Kremy knew he had the upper hand. They both knew their feelings for each other weren’t ‘ironic’, even before they got hitched, their little dance familiar. Not anymore.
Gideon broke first, steam pouring from his nose and ears as he slumped his head down, shame and guilt clinging to him like weights.
“That night, when I saw ya in the red panties…I dunno.” Gideon grumbled out some swears as Kremy tugged his face back up by his beard “Oww, fuck, okay! I’m dumb and horny, that what ya want me to say?! You know that!”
“Oh, I know, cher.” Kremy lowered his voice to an almost soft hush as he looked the genasi over, guiding his head with his hands, as if memorizing the pitiful expression “Ya coulda said somethin’, instead of playing these silly little games.”
“Weren’t no damn game, Kremy, I was just – wait.” Gideon blinked as a smirk glided gracefully over his partner’s maw “What?”
“That’d be my fault, I suppose, didn’t hire ya fer yer brain, after all.” Kremy teased affectionately “Coulda pinned me to the bed and fucked me in those panties instead of jerking off into em. Even with you smellin’ like a walkin’ brewery. Still woulda let ya.”
As he let the fiery man processed just what he was saying, the gator decided to saunter over to the bugbear again. At least Torbek has the decency to look remorseful.
“You are gonna be cleaning that little cum-dried shrine ya got dedicated to me and yer gonna do it as meticulously and methodically as I do, understood?”
“Y-yes, Mr. Kremy, Torbek just wants to make things right again.” Kremy tapped his right heel against the floor, deciding that the bugbear did look cute, in a drowned, kicked puppy sort of way. Maybe he could train him, after all.
But first, their punishment.
“Don’t worry about that, amou.” Kremy said sweetly, like honey dripping off his wicked tongue as he tilted the furry man’s head up to look at him “I didn’t call ya both in here without thinking long and hard about what punishment would fit the both of ya.”
With his free hand, Kremy pulled a familiar blue piece of fabric out of his back pocket, thankfully it was not the same as the first pair of panties Torbek had stolen from him. Kremy had felt generous today and simple grabbed what was clearly a newer pair that was added to the pile, though the cum stains and slick wet spots were still very much there. The bugbear’s eyes widened in recognition as Kremy gripped his jaw tight.
“Open.” A pleased smirk crossed the gator’s face as Torbek didn’t hesitate to follow his command, sharp teeth and pink, long tongue shown to him before he stuffed the fabric into his mouth “Good boy.”
Torbek’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head as he moaned, the panties muffling the delicious noise. Kremy couldn’t help but be shocked at how much he enjoyed seeing the bugbear so desperate and hard for him. Sure, most days he found his clingy behavior annoying, but this new perspective was rapidly changing his mind. He was clearly less stubborn than a certain fire genasi whom he’d been trying to train for the past decade.
His eyes slid over to said man, trying to school his face into a neutral expression as he made his way back to his loyal bodyguard. He didn’t have to bend much to make their eye contact level with each other before tilting his head innocently.
“You gonna be a good boy and wear yer muzzle, Gid?”
Steam practically rolled off the man’s body, desire and humiliation fueling the fire in his blood. Kremy could see the want in his partner’s eyes, and the way his jaw set like the stubborn jackass he was, intent on not making this easy for him.
That’s fine, Kremy had no problem with escalation.
The warlock found a pleasantly warm seat in Gideon’s lap, trying to hide his excitement as his already wet cloaca rubbed against something firm and even more hot than the rest of his muscular body, his arms wrapping around broad shoulders as Gideon held back a groan. Kremy swears he could get drunk from how good it was to have the man like this, their dance -amongst other things- about to reach a climax. He took a moment to drink it all in before reaching to grab another pair of panties out of his jacket, the familiar ruby red, one of his favorites. The way it rubbed against his folds, the tip of his cock as it slide out, he’d truly been upset when he found it missing along with the rest. It would be perfect to gag the offending thief with.
“I’ll make ya a deal, cher,” Kremy leaned forward to whisper in the man’s ear “You open up for me, I’ll go easy on ya. What do ya say?”
When he pulled back, the genasi’s breathing had quickened just a bit, a cute little tell that said he’d wanted to give in but was fighting it. Gideon never seemed to like the sweet and gentle types, which was fine by Kremy, he wanted to see the man on his knees and begging for him.
Kremy tsk’d and didn’t even bother using suggestion, deciding to just press the fabric into Gideon’s mouth, with not nearly as much resistance as he thought he would be dealing with. He also caught the way the man’s eyes became half-lidded as he tasted the mixture of his own cum and Kremy’s juices on his tongue, hips bucking up into the lizardfolk’s involuntarily.
“Poor thing.” Kremy teased before standing up, trying not to snicker as he heard Gideon’s pained moan from losing contact with his slit.
Kremy hopped back onto his desk, the wide, thick wood acting as the perfect surface for what he was planning. Aside from the back pain he’d probably have in the morning. But that was a price he was very willing to pay. He was plenty flexible for his age and demonstrated that fact as he leaned back, reaching behind him to open the top drawer that hid his tool of the torture he was about to give out.
If he was being honest, it was frankly vanilla compared to what he had hidden in a trunk by his bed, one with an enchanted lock. But he didn’t need much to put on a good show, and a good showman never reveals all his tricks at once. He pulled out only one item: a dark purple, phallus-shaped dildo with thick veins along the shaft, about six inches in length. Gideon and Torbek’s eyes followed the toy as Kremy sat up, using the suctioned bottom to stick it beside him for easy access.
It wouldn’t take him long to get himself ready. There were so many times he cursed his gatorfolk anatomy, countless incidents where his body would betray him the second he’d get aroused, slick beginning to wet his underwear until he was soaked through if he didn’t manage to calm himself down. Now? Now, he could use it to his advantage. The skirt he wore barely hit above his knees and he knew the two men in front of him had caught at least a glimpse of the panties covering his slit.
He shivered, eyes shutting as he spread his thighs wide, skirt riding up to his waist as he exposed himself to the cold chill of the room. Kremy could feel the wet fabric cling to his mound, the scales around his lips pulled back slightly as the softer, pink flesh of his lips were revealed. He’d never had a humanoid partner with a vulva before, but he’d been told by several partners that his slit looked similar, even his cock had seemed like an elongated clit. The tip of it hadn’t yet slipped out, though he knew it wouldn’t take much more stimulation.
Kremy opened an eye, hearing both men groan through the panties, yet they both sounded very different. Torbek’s was almost a whine, drool already wetting the dark silky fabric between his fangs, the bulge in his pants was a similar state with his precum making a visible stain through his grey pants.
Gideon’s was more of a growl, sending a sharp shock of pleasure to Kremy’s core, a small voice in the back of his head demanding he break the suggestion spell and let the genasi mount him already. He quickly shushed the voice, knowing it’d be well worth the wait.
Deciding to keep eye contact with Gideon first, Kremy made sure his body was on display, one hand keeping his upper body propped up while the other teasingly caressed his own inner thigh. His slick had already made its way down his stocking-covered leg, the smoother surface allowed his fingers to glide as they traveled upwards and in, tracing the scattering of thick scales that acted as protection for his cloaca through the flimsy fabric. The Genasi’s eyes tracked every movement as if he were in a trace, breath so heavy that next to Torbek’s own desperate panting, it was the loudest sound in the room.
Kremy’s claw teased the frilly waistband of the panties and watched as Gideon’s hips bucked up with need. His grunt was muffled, but it was clear as day to the gatorfolk that the man had let out a “Fuck”.
“That’s it, cher,” Kremy whispered, eyes slitted as the red man’s own snapped up to his face “Gotchu wantin’ me, just like I’ve been wantin’ ya.”
For a moment, the other’s brows lowered, a mix of confusion and apologetic. Before he could try and speak through the gag incoherently, the warlock snapped the band of the once-ivory panties, moving quickly as he reached for the purple toy next to him.
Spreading his legs as wide as he could to give himself room, Kremy stuck the toy right between his thighs, letting himself indulge for a moment as he grinded against the silicone. The thick head nudged the barely visible tip of his cock, causing Kremy to whimper, hips pausing their rolling motion. He could feel his length start to slip out, just half of an inch at best, the panties helping it stay in a surprisingly great deal. Relying on his years of practice, he used his free hand to pull the panties to the side, allowing them to keep his cock covered and contained while exposing his lips and opening to the air.
Just as he hovered above the toy, thick head brushing against his hole, a loud moan filled the humid room.
”Mmmfffp!!” Torbek cried out, the azure underwear was saturated in drool, his tattered slacks becoming even more ruined as the wet patch darkened more and spread over his crotch “Mmhnhgh!!”
Kremy kept his composure, despite the fluttering of his opening as it basically drew the tip of the toy inside, more of his natural lubricant coating the surface of it. The knot of arousal tightened in his stomach while Torbek shivered and struggled against his magical bindings. His orgasm seemed to only soothe the bugbear for mere seconds as the bulge in his pants refused to go down, a pathetic whine drawing in the back of his throat as his head tilted back. The lizardfolk only noticed what triggered said reaction when he started feeling a familiar pressure in his lower half. Glancing down confirmed it, the toy was halfway in, his thick lips cuddling the dark purple shaft lovingly.
“Baron below…” Kremy bit back a moan. Clenching around the inches inside him, he moved the hand holding his panties back, letting it join it’s twin behind him in supporting himself as he started moving his hips up and down. They were tiny bounces, testing the waters before assuring himself that he was ready for the next inch. Then the next.
When Kremy finally bottomed out, all three men groaned as the wet splatter of fresh slick met the wooden desk’s surface, obscene and maddening.
“Gods, I’m soaked.” The warlock muttered as he looked up at the ceiling. He didn’t dare look at either of his employees, he had to draw this out, unsure of how many orgasms he’ll be able to ring out of his body by the end of the night. With this in mind, he tried to avoid his sweet spot inside him, moving up and down while swirling his hips. It was a show he’d rehearsed and perfected over the years, one that never failed to entertain his captive audience, especially the one before him now.
While Torbek was still hard, he wasn’t as pent up as Gideon, who was no eager virgin by any means. But it was clear by the bulging veins in his forehead and steam surrounding him that he needed release, and soon.
In different circumstances, Kremy might have given in and felt pity for the man. Instead, Kremy looked over at the bugbear, snapping his fingers to break his hold over him, and beckoned him with his claw.
“Come to me.”
It may as well have been a spell with the way Torbek flung himself from the chair in an instant, body seemly on autopilot and crawling on all fours to get to Kremy. But Torbek still knew better than to throw himself on top of the gator like a rabid beast, stopping and getting on his knees right at the edge of the desk. He truly looked like a pleading puppy, eyes shining with want, his gag only managing to stay in by getting caught on his fangs,
“Good boy, didn’t even have to tell ya to sit, did I?” Kremy said, allowing himself to be amused by the display. Torbek nodded quickly, before making a confused whimper and shaking his head to correct himself. This time Kremy did chuckle.
“Silly boy. Go on, drop it.” He nodded at the wet panties in the bugbear’s maw. Torbek opened his mouth more to let them go and finally free up space, his long, pink tongue lolling out. Kremy’s cock throbbed inside him at the revealed appendage, the feeling of both his ruined panties rubbing the tip, and the toy pushing it from the inside driving him crazy.
Kremy finally pulled the waistband down enough to let his slim, pale pink cock slip out. More slick followed, a pool of it forming under him. It was a mess, he’d bitch about not putting a towel down beforehand, that his lovely desk was gonna be ruined. But it didn’t matter in this moment, all he needed was right in front of him, and completely under his control.
“You wanna taste it, baby?” Kremy purred, pleased when he heard not only the bugbear let out a strained “Y-yes, M-Mr. Kremy!”, but Gideon’s incoherent cry of affirmation.
“Go on, then.”
Torbek was like a dog let loose at a racetrack, diving forward to press his oddly flat face against Kremy’s mound, exploring every piece of scaled skin finally offered up to him. Kremy’s cock was the first destination the bugbear stopped at, his tongue somehow managing to curl around the sensitive organ and taste the slickness dripping from the tip and coating the shaft. The tip’s opening was a bit wider than more mammalian humanoids and Torbek’s tongue took no time at all to find it and prod the inside.
“A-ah!” Kremy yelped as a hand surged to grab at the fur atop the bugbear’s head “C-careful!”
“So-o-r-r-y, Mr. Kremy!” Came to immediate apology, lips replacing his tongue to kiss at the head. The shock of the slight invasion gave way to a pleased shiver, his slit throbbing around the toy again in pure want.
“Better.” Kremy eased his hold on the fur under his claw, pushing Torbek’s head down slightly so he had a better view of his filled hole “Bet ya tongue would feel so much better in there. Ya wanna give me kisses down there, Torbek?”
Just as the other man began to nod vigorously, Kremy lifted his hips up enough for the toy to slip out, dark eyes suddenly filled with insatiable hunger as he stared at the plush opening. He almost lurched forward again when he feverishly looked up at his boss for approval. Kremy couldn’t deny the bit of pride he felt at the restrained action before giving a slight nod. It was quickly overtaken by lust as that almost impossibly wet mouth licked and tasted him, head flung back as he screwed his eyes shut and guided Torbek’s head as it stumbled into all the right spots with his firm hold.
How long had it been since he’d felt like this? Not just powerful, but desired. It seemed for the longest time, he was the one wanting, pining for someone he once deemed an impossible fantasy. And now he could hear the fire genasi fool begging behind a gag covered in his own cum. Begging to be in Torbek’s position, oddly enough, kneeling between Kremy’s thighs and eating him out. And it felt good. Better than any drug. Any dark magic.
It wasn’t perfect, Torbek’s mouth was sloppy, and the copious amounts of drool mixed with Kremy’s slick and made an even bigger mess, but his desperate breath was hot against the gator’s usually cool skin. Each drag of his tongue sent tingles up Kremy’s spine. His nerves were on fire since he’d discovered his underwear had gone missing this morning, and he was finally able to relax and ride the storm of pleasure.
Kremy’s legs were spread as wide as they could be, and as he felt the tension build in his lower half, he started pulling off his suit jacket. Any other fling, and he’d pause the whole operation to fold the priceless piece. But now it was yanked off and thrown onto his empty seat behind him, his silk button down losing precious buttons as he felt the need to rip it from his flesh as Torbek’s tongue hit the deepest parts of him. He needed more, needed to feel a thicker heat inside.
It only took a spare glance at Gideon for the warlock to decide the man hadn’t suffered enough just yet. He’d waited over a decade. The fighter could wait another ten minutes.
He forced his hand to pull the bugbear’s face from his slit. A growl he’d thought came from Torbek surprised him when he realized the rumble was deep in his own chest. He was empty and the chilled air did nothing to soothe him, only acting as a reminder of the emptiness inside.
“Now, be a good boy,” Kremy hissed, hips twitching against nothing as it seeked any kind of stimulation “And fuck me.”
He didn’t have to move Torbek this time, the furry man made the desk creak a bit under the weight of them both as he climbed atop of the lizardfolk, his body pressing Kremy fully against the cold wood. It wasn’t as if the smaller man didn’t remember just how strong Torbek was, his ability to scale to Harris Wheel and other carnival rides was proof enough and seeing him in combat only added to that. Even if he didn’t admit it to the bugbear himself. But having him suddenly grab and lift Kremy’s legs so that they could find purchase over his broad, hairy shoulders was like getting splashed with cold water in the middle of winter’s bitter chill.
Though he didn’t feel as in control as he did at the start, Kremy couldn’t help but enjoy being manhandled. The thick, almost red bulb of Torbek’s cock was nudging against his now covered slit, trying to fuck its way past the wet and flimsy fabric. The bugbear whined and grumbled as he tried and failed to figure out what kept him from sliding into that soft and inviting heat. Kremy wiggled in his grip, hands smacking his chest until he could get one between them, accidentally caressing the wet head that made Torbek howl like he was being tortured again. He took pity and quickly slid his panties to the slide again, a choked gasp clawing out of his throat as the thick tip pushed its way inside.
Kremy - in his younger, more promiscuous years – had taken bigger men before. But that may as well have been a lifetime ago as Torbek stretched his hole. The natural lubrication was the only saving grace, that and his resilient skin that contorted around the thick cock that pushed deeper inside. Kremy closed his eyes again, hands clinging to the fur on Torbek’s back, trying to focus on breathing – his and the warm breath of the bugbear that tickled his scales.
“I-Is Torbek hurting Mr. Kremy?” Torbek whined, obviously trying to hold back the overwhelming urge to just pound into the wet warmth that had only molded to a third of his cock. As much as he’d dreamed of this moment, of finally having the object of his affections in his arms, he could never stand it if Kremy was hurt because of him. Thankfully, after a few deep breaths, the gator shook his head.
“J-just didn’t realize what a big boy ya were.” Kremy fought back a whimper, his body wanted to clench and grind on the intruding flesh inside him, but he knew from just a quick glance and distinct lack of the heavy weight of balls pressed against his backside that the bugbear wasn’t fully inside him yet. He felt the burning stretch ebb away and forced his muscles to bear down, allowing the next few inches to enter with a moan from Torbek following.
“Mr. Kremy feels so go-o-o-d!” Torbek crooned, rough voice working a strange kind of magic on Kremy’s body, instead of grating on his nerves as it could. Perhaps it was the warmth flooding his insides along with the fur covering his body, maybe it was the circumstances leading up to this moment. But as he felt the last inch lock them together, Kremy could only cry out Torbek’s name as he came untouched.
His thighs shook as thin, almost transparent cum shot from his cock and splattered between their bodies, his slit bubbling with a thicker kind of release that threatened to leak around Torbek’s cock. Both fluids immediately soaked into the bugbear’s dark brown coat, darkening it as Torbek felt his own orgasm hit, the sudden tightening of Kremy’s body setting him off.
What neither had expected from the sudden burst of cum that came from Torbek, was the sheer volume, Kremy clawed at the other’s back as it filled his cloaca. Every bit of space he had was flooded until it had no choice but to spill out of his slit. It almost seemed like the bugbear grew even bigger inside him, a sense of something both overwhelming yet right clouded his senses. The gator had never felt anything quite like it, obscene and humiliating, yet he couldn’t help the new wave of filthy arousal overcoming him. A need for more, to be used, over and over.
As the sudden intense desire overtook him, Kremy allowed Torbek to pull out his oversensitive cock. He let his legs fall back against the desk before pressing one back to the bugbear’s chest, pushing him gently back and down on the floor against to kneel, ignoring the pathetic whimpering coming from the furry man.
From across the room, fighting harder than he ever had in his life, Gideon felt the air in the room change as his partner locked eyes with him once more. The magic holding him shifted but did not dissipate him as Kremy whispered his next order.
“Would ya kindly come over here and clean me up?” He nodded down to the chains “And don’t ya scruff up my floor, neither, now.”
For the first time since Kremy had used suggestion on him tonight, the spell and Gideon’s body worked in tandem, callused hands removing his manacles and letting them fall with a heavy thud. Before the lizardfolk could scold him, Gideon marched over to the smaller man, who he towered over even with the oak desk elevating Kremy.
And by all the Gods, was the gator a sight to see. Of course the first place Gideon eyes fell over was the puffy lips of Kremy’s pussy -though he’s sure Kremy would lecture him on the difference between a pussy and what he’s got – Gideon was confident they worked similarly enough, with the slender, light pink cock acting and looking more like a twitching clit than a regular cock. He also couldn’t help but drool around the fabric still gagging his mouth as he watched Torbek’s cum bubble and spill from Kremy’s opening. The see-through panties stuck to the gator’s skin, staying out of the way for now. He’d joke about how the bugbear barely lasted ten seconds inside his best friend, if it hadn’t been so damn hot to watch.
In truth, Gideon wasn’t sure how long he’d last himself once he pushes inside Kremy. His head was spinning from so many revelations tonight. Starting with the gatorfolk wanting him back. That he would have let Gideon fuck him the other night. How many nights could the fire genasi have stumbled into his boss’ trailer and fucked him stupid? How many years could he have spent watching that uptight and bratty attitude slip from his face as he made him fall apart on his cock? All the coin he’d spent on brothels when he had a willing slut right beside him.
Then having the warlock bind him to his seat with only words? It’s certainly not the first time Kremy commanded Gideon, nor used the spell to make him do some type of physical labor, even if Gideon hadn’t fought his orders or suggestions for years now. This was a different layer to their normal game. There was always a spark of something that burned inside him when Kremy made him do something, equal parts fury and arousal, fighting in his gut while he ignored the feeling. Fury at being told what to do, yet the undeniable pride he felt when he showed off and did something for Kremy, flexing to show off his muscles, his strength, his usefulness. This time, it was purely for Kremy to use him, to show his body off while reminding Gideon exactly who was in charge, to tease him by dangling what he wanted so badly right in front of him. Making the impatient man wait.
And then the fucking panties, the ones that caused this whole mess, he finds himself able to remove them from his mouth, the magic realizing that he’d need to for what he was gonna do next. If the lingering taste of Kremy’s slick on the fabric was maddening enough to send him into a frenzy, Gideon could only imagine how fire up he’s going to be tasting him straight from the source.
But first, he needed to clean all that cum out of the way.
A pang of jealousy shot through Gideon. Kremy was right, he’d never minded sloppy seconds before in his life. But this was Kremy they were talking about here. Even when he was certain Kremy didn’t want him that way, he knew that the gator still belonged to him. The one person in his life who’d never leave. The one who nurtured him back to health and fighting shape. The one who should be stuffed full of his cum right now. Smoke billowed from his flared nostrils as Gideon growled at him.
The dopey smirk that graced the older gator’s maw only fueled the fire inside as he tauntingly said “Oh, is someone jealous, cher? How’s it feel to be on the receivin’ end?”
“Yer ‘bout to find out, darlin’.” Gideon snarled as his grabbed Kremy’s slender hips, lifting them upward so only the gator’s shoulders and head touched the desk under him, his legs dangled up and away helplessly as he squirmed under the genasi. His cunt was right where it should be, in front of Gideon’s face.
Where Torbek was eager but inexperienced, Gideon was frantic and savage, not unlike the starved man Kremy had met all those years ago who wolfed down the plate of food placed in front of him. His wicked tongue scooped thick cum from Kremy’s hole, then sucking to make sure nothing was missed, before the wet appendage entered him again. His strength allowed him to keep Kremy in place with one hand as the other began to tease the older man’s cock.
If Kremy was a trembling mess after having Torbek inside him, he was downright hysterical as his bodyguard ate him out. Unable to process each jolt of pleasure between the wiggling tongue deep inside his cloaca and the rough hand swiping at the tip of his cock, Kremy struggled in the bigger man’s hold, yet his hazy mind loved being unable to escape the torment.
He knew Gideon wasn’t a gentleman nor a gentle man - he was blunt, brash, a brute - and he loved it. Loved every bit of the man. From watching him maim and kill on command or out of habit to hearing him fuck in the room next to his at whichever inn they pair hadn’t been kicked out of yet. The screams and moans of the women he took irked him, yet he couldn’t help but imagine being the one letting them out, being forced to make a mess and lose control. There was no one else in this world Kremy would willingly give control to like this. No one could tear his body and heart to pieces like this. There was no other man like Gideon Coal –
Kremy babbled incoherently, a string of “Oh, fuck, Gid!” followed by begging for anything, anything that would push him over the crest of his next orgasm.
And at that moment, Kremy felt his mind slip, losing control over the power of suggestion.
Gideon’s tongue was still halfway inside Kremy’s pussy, an obscene amount of drool and slick gushing around it, when he felt his mind released from the familiar hold. His physical hold on Kremy tightened, eyes meeting the confused gaze of the gator, and chuckled. Kremy keened as the sound vibrated inside him, hips trying fruitlessly to grind against the man’s face again and earned a swift smack on the head of his overstimulated cock for his efforts.
“AHH, oww! What the fuck, Gid!?” Kremy cried out, thighs trying to close, even though his cock was leaking even more precum than before from the slap.
“Think ya deserve a bit of punishment yerself, bindin’ me up like that – “
“Torbek is also here.” Torbek piped up from the side, still hard and kneeling, patiently waiting for Kremy’s next order “Sorry, Torbek didn’t mean to ruin the mood.”
Gideon blinked, suddenly remembering the bugbear’s presence, a sly grin forming on his lips as he removed his tongue from Kremy’s hole “Actually, I think ya could help me out here, Torbek.”
“R-r-real-l-l-y?” Torbek asked, excitement laced in his rumbling voice “Does that mean Torbek gets to touch Mr. Kremy again?”
“Oh, yer gonna do a lot more than touch, buddy.” Gideon looked back down at Kremy, who was still out of it, but whined at the fire genasi for stopping “Don’t worry, baby, yer gonna get exactly what ya need.”
The gator nodded, not trusting his own words to come out of his mouth correctly, not when his brain felt like it was coated in a thick honey syrup. He knew he could probably gain control over the situation again, use suggestion to have both men lap and lave at his cock and hole until he couldn’t cum again, and it’d serve them right for stealing from him.
But looking up and seeing the red wall of muscle and soft fat that was Gideon, the raw passion that was now unchecked by magic, made Kremy want to submit. He trusted Gideon, and for the unruly creature he could be, what damage could Torbek possibly do –
Just as the thought crossed his mind, Kremy’s vision was overwhelmed with dark brown fur, the bugbear’s face grinning in a way the warlock could only describe as perversely.
“Do-o-n’t wo-o-r-ry, Mr. Kremy, Torbek and Gideon will take go-o-o-d care of you.” Torbek croons, gently petting the side of Kremy’s maw. He begrudgingly allowed the gesture as Torbek began guiding his mouth open. There was a slight, confused groan that escaped him as he the other man bent down, moving out of sight as he felt a familiar tongue touching his own.
It was wet and messy, Kremy moaning as Torbek’s tongue seemed to stretch for miles, reaching every inch of the gator’s own appendage. He didn’t even seem to find the sharp teeth, exploring the pointed tips and letting out a mumbled “Ouch.” every so often.
While Kremy was caught off-guard and distracted with Torbek’s kissing practice, Gideon took the opportunity to rub the head of his cock against Kremy’s puffy lips, slick and spit stringing the two stickily between them. The fire genasi smirked when he heard a high-pitched moan escape from the gator as Torbek finally remembered to let them both get a breath of air.
“C-come on, Gid!” The conman begged, a steady leak of precum trailing down his soft underbelly from the position the other man still had him in “I need it, q-quit foolin’!”
“That ain’t no way to talk to yer husband, babydoll.” Gideon teased as he let the head of his cock sink slowly into the warm heat of Kremy’s insides, only to cruelly pull out with a wet pop, chuckling darkly when the gator whined in frustration “You gonna teach me and Torbek some manners without havin’ any yerself?”
“Jus’ a couple of n-no good h-hounds.” Kremy hissed as Gideon pushed inside again, only giving an inch more that barely filled the deep, empty space inside him “Gotta give em somethin’ to breed or they go wild.”
That got a belly laugh from the mechanic, his cock moving forward and giving Kremy just a bit more to clench around helplessly “Ya hear that, Torbek? Guess we need to take Kremy’s little silky underthings more often!”
“And Torbek thought getting sucked to hell was going to be fun,” Torbek had moved once again, this time instead of shoving his tongue down Kremy’s throat, the bugbear was now rubbing the dripping head of his cock against anything he could reach – Kremy’s smooth chest, his maw, even daring to press it inside to rut against the warlock’s tongue “But Mr. Kremy’s pussy sucks Torbek in much better!”
“That’s cuz he’s been hiding what a dirty girl he is from us, ain’t that right, honey?” Gideon rumbled as he lowered Kremy’s legs so they could wrap around his waist, grunting as they defiantly squeezed him tight out of spite, he slammed his hips forward to fill the wet heat to the brim with his cock “Gonna make ya see fuckin’ stars, darlin’.”
The feeling and sound of claws digging into the wood below him was the only thing grounding the gator to reality, his cloaca throbbed in sweet and sharp pleasure, as his words that were little more than garbled nonsense escaped his throat. He felt himself having a hard time keeping his maw close, even more when he felt furry hands gently keep it pried open and the salty musk of Torbek’s cock hit his tongue, a bellow erupting from the gatorfolk when he realized he must have looked like a two-bit whore.
Gideon let out a strained groan, his mockingly slow thrusts began to rapidly increase, as did the slick that gushed out and around where the two were joined at his opening. The green scales surrounding it shined like pure emeralds, like the finest piece of jewelry that would dangling around some prim and prissy noblewoman’s throat. Even as he was being fucked on his back, Torbek’s cock smearing his precum into every crease and crevice of Kremy’s mouth, Kremy was beautiful. His body clung to Gideon in every way, from his strong but trembling thighs to his soon-to-be bred cunt that may as well been made just to take Gideon.
“F-fuck, darlin’, ain’t gonna last long.” Gideon panted like the hound Kremy knew he was. Couldn’t keep his dick outta pretty ladies if he tried, he needed Kremy to keep him in line and boss him around, even like this the older gator had him wrapped around his claws. And he loved it. Hell, he needed it more than air in his lungs “Krem - aw hell, Kremy, I lov-”
Just before the fire genasi could finish his sentence, Torbek let out a surprising roar, causing both him and Kremy to almost jump out of their skin and scales. Kremy gagged as Torbek managed to get his cock deep into the back of the gator’s throat, hot waves of thick cum shooting down it, only avoiding choking on it due to the bugbear pulling out to cum against his maw and face as well. He was completely marked by the furry man, who slowly began to calm his feral noises until he sleepily slides off the desk and passed out into Kremy’s office chair.
The whole scene hadn’t stopped Gideon’s pace, nor deterred Kremy’s second orgasm from peaking, less intense as the first as a pleasant warmth spread over him like a blanket.
In fact, watching Kremy get covered with cum caused Gideon to grip the gator’s waist tight, leaning down to press his body against Kremy’s. Loud, wet slaps from his full balls colliding with the lizardfolk’s mound edged him closer until he was spilling deep inside Kremy’s pussy, the ends of his hair and beard igniting like wildfire he could barely keep from accidently burning the gator under him. It felt like an eternity before his muscles stopped tensing and his body relaxed, letting it warm the outside of his cold-blooded boss as well as his now burning insides.
The older warlock’s body almost vibrated with delight as he felt his bodyguard’s chest and body hair rub against his sensitive flesh, his tail thumping happily against the desk. Nothing was left in his brain, only ditzy pleasure as he was marked and warmed by his mates. He only realized his eyes were shut when they opened at the feeling of Gideon’s strong hand petting his snout, a fond smile that reached his eyes made Kremy’s stomach flip.
“Pretty damn cute like this, all docile.” Kremy thanked the Baron below that he couldn’t blush, otherwise he’d look like an even bigger damn fool. He snapped his jaws at the man’s hand, earning a chuckle.
“Aw, what’s wrong, baby?”
“Don’t you ’baby’ me, Gideon Nathaniel Coal.” Kremy hissed, eyes narrowing in warning that did absolutely nothing to sour the fire Genasi’s mood “I’m still mad at ya for stealin’ most of my damn underwear!”
“Oh, I’ll buy ya as many as ya want, darlin’.” Gideon promised as he kisses the tip of Kremy’s maw “Long as ya let me pull ‘em off ya.”
The gatorfolk huffed, trying not to act as soft as he felt “Quit actin’ like ya won’t just steal ‘em.”
“I ain’t ever stolen anything in my life!” Gideon lied as he batted his lashed, earning a groan from the tired gator “’Cept yer heart, darlin’.”
“Get off me, ya damned fool.”
“Nah, like getting’ off inside ya.”
“Fuckin’ mutt.”
“Yer mutt, boss.”