While the Watch Officer was taking his new friends home to see his wife, Jossir was lying in bed in his little one-person shack near the citadel's West wall.
Jossir knew that he should not pleasure himself with his own hand. It was seen as something vile. An animal urge that one overcame to be part of civilised citadel life. Even so, as he lay in bed, stark naked, he could not help but reach a hand down to his erect cock and stroke it clumsily.
He was a baker, barely out of his apprenticeship. He worked at a small bakery where Helda also plied her trade as a baker. Helda had taken his fancy for a while now, but he was too scared to try and court her. So instead, every few weeks or whenever his animalistic need became too great and his balls started to ache, he would think about her and touch himself.
Jossir knew when he was done he would chide himself for not only the act of masturbating, but also the fact that he used Helda's sweet, innocent image to help him with his disgusting urges. Still though, it felt so good to keep rubbing at himself.
He would cum, wash the semen off his body, redress in his night shirt, and then his urge would be sated for another fortnight. It was not necessarily a healthy cycle, but it was Jossir's routine, and would likely continue until he could work up the courage to tell Helda his feelings.
A noise drew his attention. He did not pay it much mind at first since his own efforts were creaking his bed. Perhaps he had just heard the bed creaking. He continued his rubbing, but took care to make less noise so that he could hear more of his surroundings.
Another noise. Non-descript, but definitely coming from the other room of his shack. He ceased his activities and mentally prepared himself to scare off a burglar. The districts near the wall were certainly not wealthy, but burglars were still known to operate in such areas due to the houses, shacks and hovels being very straight-forward to break into.
Jossir stayed as silent as he could while he got up from his simple bed and crept across the floorboards. He poised himself behind the open doorway that led to the other room of the shack.
He could hear more movement. It was dark and he did not have a candle, but the full moon light gave him enough for his night vision to work with. He sprung out brandishing an old sturdy broom. Then Jossir froze.
The window was open. This was obviously the point of entry for the intruders. Moonlight poured through the window and illuminated two forms squatting in the middle of the main room. Even though they were bathed in ambient light, Jossir was having trouble processing what he was seeing.
The creatures were each about the size of a person, but they looked amphibian. They were both hairless, their shiny skin tinged blue. If they stood upright they may have been as tall as Jossir, but they squatted in a frog-like crouch with their thin limbs bundled up underneath them. Their faces were wide and flat, with large eyes and elongated mouths. Some parts of them like their musculature seemed almost human, but then there were aspects that were decidedly inhuman, such as the fact that each of their limbs ended in a big hand that had circular pads on the tip of each finger.
Jossir took a step to his right. He angled his head and eyes around to try and focus on the intruders. Surely he could not have been seeing what he thought he was? No monsters had made it to this side of the wall in decades as far as he was aware. The Watch would have slain any inhuman creature before it could make it over the wall.
In a croaking female voice, one of the forms said, 'That smells good. Oh, his mating muscle smells nice.'
The other replied in a male voice, 'Mmm, needy.'
Jossir took a step back. 'What the hell. I-I... Just get out. I'll call the Watch. Just get out, and then you can escape back over the wall to wherever you came from. Otherwise the Watch will deal with you. Do you understand, monsters?'
They stared at him a moment. Jossir stared back at them. These things were monstrous and might have been able to employ evil tricks, but in a straight match of strength Jossir liked his chances. He estimated each of the frog creatures would only be about half his weight. He could strike them with his superior muscle, stun them, and then call for a Watch guard.
'Don't bluster,' the female said. 'We can smell your need. You were here mating with yourself because you had no partners. Well, you are in luck, we will be your partners.'
The male smiled with his long lips, 'On a night like this we would usually need to give you our smell to have you ready for mating, but you are already in your own heat. It will be wonderful to finally have a human who does not need to be entranced by the scent of our sex organs.'
