Main Pairing: F elf x M drakon (Humanoid/Anthro dragon person, similar to Dragonborn)
Main Kinks/TWs: Prostitution, casual sex, interspecies, secretive encounter, vaginal, oral, slight tummy bulge, cumshots, muscle/body worship, scent enjoyment, mild breeding kink towards the end
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"Oh benevolent Goddess, I call upon thee. Give thine aid in cleansing this lost, ailing sheep..."
Kateryn incanted the sacred words beneath moonlight pouring in through stained glass windows. The elven woman was draped in robes of white and gold, wearing a miter atop her head that was etched with the symbol of their goddess.
Laying upon one of the church pews was a wounded dwarven man. He was surrounded by the two other members of his adventuring party that had brought him into the church in a panic, a human sorceress and a halfling rogue.
The hour was late. Kateryn had completed all of her duties for the day -- she was preparing to close up for the night when they burst through the church doors begging her to help their friend. Apparently, an expedition into one of the monster-infested caves outside of town ended up going awry.
Would Kateryn help them? Of course. It would've been unconscionable for a devout follower of the goddess to leave a poor lost lamb to their fate. That certainly didn't mean she wasn't a bit irritated however. She'd wanted to close up and go home hours ago.
The dwarf wasn't exactly in great shape, in all fairness. In addition to a multitude of cuts and stabs, he'd also been poisoned, and without an antidote or cleansing spell wouldn't have lasted much longer.
The other two adventurers watched intently. As Kateryn invoked her holy magic, a warm and comforting light bathed the dwarf. He let out a quiet groan as skin and flesh knitted together, open wounds fading into scars. The sickly violet of poison in his veins faded away.
"Is it working?" the thief said.
"Don't interrupt the healer!" The sorceress nudged him and whispered.
Kateryn's eyes were shut, brow furrowed in concentration. "Yes it's working, now please, let me focus..." she opened one eye just to glare at them.
The light soon faded, and the dwarf groaned and opened his eyes. "Mmmhh... Where am I?"
In an instant the other two adventures were at his side and helping him up. "You're okay! You got banged up something fierce back in the cave and we had to find ya' a healer, but you're fine now, right miss?" The thief asked.
Kateryn nodded, leaning back against the altar with a sigh. "Yes, I've done all I can to mend his wounds and clear out the poison. I'd recommend getting a few days rest before trying to go on any more adventures... And please consider getting a healer in your party," she added.
"Will do, priestess! Thank ye'!" The dwarf laughed as he got back onto his feed.
Before leaving, the sorceress tossed her a small sack of coins. "Will this be enough to cover the healing fee?"
Kateryn's ears twitched. She tossed the sack of coin up and down, a little smirk crossing her face at its weight. "I believe this will do nicely. Be safe, and may the goddess bless you on your journeys."
One last round of thanks came from the smiling, grateful adventures as they waved goodbye, finally leaving Kateryn with some peace. The moment those church doors shut, she groaned and collapsed back against the altar.
This humble servant of the Goddess was fucking exhausted.
She looked at the sack of coin. Technically, offerings and fees were meant to be kept at the church and divided up among the staff in addition to their usual wages... But hey, it was after hours. She could've left some time ago. Chewing on her lip, she picked up a shiny silver coin and flicked the cold metal on her fingers.
"Oh benevolent Goddess, strike this servant down if I'm not meant to keep such a generous offering." Kateryn halfheartedly waved her hand at the sky. When no response came, the priestess clicked her tongue and tucked the bag away in her robes. "The Goddess approves!" she chuckled. She pulled a flask out of her robes and took a long swig. It was meant for holy water -- but gin was a lot more useful in getting through the day.
Her face scrunched at the smooth burn of alcohol sliding down her throat. Taking a seat at one of the pews, she cupped her chin and idly tossed the sack of coin about in her palm.
Oh, just what was a weary priestess to do at this late hour, and with an unexpected bounty of disposable income?
Get shit-faced at the tavern? Not a terrible option, all things considered. Maybe pick up a handsome adventurer to spend the night with. Unfortunately, being as recognizable a public figure as head priestess of the local church came with some downsides. Namely, the need to carry herself as a pure, humble image of the Goddess's chosen, above indulging in such worldly pleasures.
Kateryn grimaced and stuck her tongue out.
No, if she was going to indulge in the pleasures of flesh, she was going to have to be a bit more discrete. Just the mere thought of being bedded had the priestess grinding her thighs together, ears flushing red. Goddess, just how long had it been since she'd last gotten laid? Too long, no doubt.
And now that the thought had crept into her horny little head, there would be no doing away with it the rest of the night. But now, Kateryn also knew exactly how she was going to spend her earnings.
"Oh Goddess, forgive this humble servant, for I am going to commit much sin tonight. So, so much sin."
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Chirping crickets accompanied Kateryn's footsteps across the cobblestone street. Alchemical street lamps lit the road ahead, built to cast a warm blue glow for those trekking through the city streets after sundown. She'd been down this path enough to know her way towards the city's pleasure district.
Kateryn left her fancy priestess gear back at church. Instead, she concealed her appearance in a plain black cloak with the hood pulled over her face. She needed to draw as little attention to herself as possible. She hurried past the other people skulking about.
Clubs, bars, and brothels lined the city's pleasure district, each establishment catering to different tastes and interests. It was here where the night came alive with activity. People chatted and murmured outside the buildings, many of them drunk or taking hits from their herb-pipes, blowing out clouds of smoke that hung low in the chilly nighttime air.
One could never be too careful. Chanting under her breath, Kateryn cast a basic deception spell that diverted attention away from her and made the elf difficult to recognize. Such magic was usually the domain of rogues and thieves, not priestesses, but it was a simple enough spell to get the gist of. On the other hand, she wouldn't be able to keep it up for very long -- it conflicted with the nature of holy magic, and she'd already spent much of her mana that day.
There was no shortage of brothels or clubs that Kateryn could've chosen to visit, but there was only one destination on her mind.
Scales n' Tails.
The sign painted above the entrance depicted two tails, one serpentine and the other green and tufted at the end, intertwining to form the establishment's name with a heart between the two words. It was a specialty brothel that catered to those looking for a more... Exotic experience. Non-human, specifically. Lizardfolk, kobolds, and goblins were the main attractions, and even some of the much less common races were employed, like the mewmi, fellruff, and drakon.
As Kateryn stepped inside, she was instantly met with the aromas of cinnamon and spice wafting from candles. Her steps were muffled with the soft red carpet lining the lobby floor. There were erotic paintings befitting of the brothel's nature hung across the walls. There was always one work in particular that caught her attention -- it was a piece portraying a human woman in between two strong, well-endowed drakon men, servicing one with her mouth while the other claimed her from behind. She chewed on her lip.
Goddess, how she wished to take that girl's place.
Thumping, moaning, and the rhythmic slap of flesh meeting flesh (or scales) could faintly be heard coming from upstairs.
"Welcome to Scales n' Tails, miss. What can I do ya' for?" The lady running the front desk, a half-goblin, absentmindedly addressed her while she filed her nails.
Kateryn stiffened, shyly shuffling to the brothel clerk. "Ah, yes, hello. I was... Hoping I could inquire about one of your workers?"
The clerk shrugged. "'Kay. Shoot."
"Well, I wanted to check in to see if he's available to take a client? His name's Saroth. He's a drakon," she said, cheeks burning rosy red underneath her hood at his name, and the salacious, vivid memories it evoked from past visits.
The clerk's demeanor changed instantly, giving Kateryn a wry smirk. "Dragon boy's in high demand, dontcha' know? Lottsa' ladies wanna lay with that hunky piece a' dragon meat. He usually don't take walk-ins, gotta reserve a time, but I'll see if he can squeeze ya in... In more ways than one," she snickered and winked at her.
Kateryn's blush deepened. She nodded quickly, fidgeting with her hands. "Y-yes of course, I understand completely."
Suddenly, heavy footsteps began approaching from the hallway leading into the lobby. Her heart skipped a beat.
