This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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The ruins loomed around them, Kyrrai wiping the back of his hand across his face. His black hair fell forward, a little longer where it brushed his shoulders, though they had been adventuring for a few weeks at that point, laden down with treasure. Well, it could have been considered "pillaging", if one was being uncouth, though it was not as if anyone either had given the man and the wyrin Paladin any kind of permission to take what they had claimed for themselves.
"Come, Kyrrai," Drogoz grunted, never as eloquent as Kyrrai would have liked him to be. "You will bathe me."
A wyrin of few words, Drogoz rumbled, though he must have known something that Kyrrai did, for he had not thought that there had been anywhere to bathe at all around the ruins, thick jungle surrounding them. Still, he obediently followed the reddish-bronze tail of his master, tipped with spikes, away from their hoard, though he did not doubt at all that the wyrin would have him jealously guarding it in no time at all.
He needed his attention, however, for what other reason could he possibly have to use and to train a human underling as part of his hoard? The wyrin knew where his inclinations laid and ignored the gasp of wonder that the man gave as he showed Kyrrai exactly where the hot springs lay. The ruin, of course, had once been a strong holding, though it had long crumbled, even though it still held the natural features of the earth and land around it. Where a castle fell, the springs remained, bubbling out in a stone-rimmed pool, rising with steam.
They stripped, Kyrrai more interested than ever in seeing what the wyrin wanted to do with him, though being naked before Drogoz was hardly something that he minded at all after spending so much time with him. The water only came up to the wyrin's hips as he sank into it, though Kyrrai quickly found a shelf further down, under the bubbling, steaming surface of the water, which they could sit on. It allowed them to sink all the way down to their shoulders, water lapping around their necks, but the grooming that was to begin, Kyrrai was sure, would only end one way.
After all, he had a lot to do for his master, the Paladin who had trained him ruthlessly and relentlessly after he had all but insisted on it. He hadn't taken "no" for an answer and it had ended up to the benefit of both, which was exactly the way Kyrrai wanted it.
There were sponges and cleaning clothes, natural fibres, from their travel bags, though Kyrrai had set it by the side of the pool. No soaps were needed with the freshening swell of hot water, luxurious for them, but not so hot that they could not ease into it deeply. They allowed it to swell over them, soothing the tired aches from sore muscles, yet Kyrrai had a job to do as his hands moved skilfully over the wyrin, cleaning sweat and grime from his hard scales with the cloths and sponges.
The wyrin rumbled, relaxing into the attention, though it should not have come as any surprise to them that Drogoz' cock hardened quickly under the water, as if it had merely been waiting for the right moment. It was not something, always, that Drogoz controlled, yet all was well and good as his servant's hands roamed lower, spreading his thighs.
