Amongst the knowing looks and curious smiles, the pair stood in a near embrace.

  From the side, Selia's mouth held a triumphant grin. Her hand still gripping tightly against his wrist. She turned her head, pupils diting and strode at a calm pce. Vicktor followed the tall woman, feeling the light brush of a wing on his shoulder.

  He followed closely, simultaneously nervous and excited by the possibilities his brain was hurriedly scrambling around. After a few steps, he heard the familiar ughs of Ar, Nora and Team Shallot as they departed. He did not turn his head to look, only following the woman as they passed through a previously unseen archway.

  A medium-sized sign hung below the archway:

  BATHROOMS AND BACKROOMS

  all employees much wash hands before returning to workpatrons are implored to wash their hands as well

  They continued walking, ignoring the two gendered bathrooms until they reached a set of two doors, they both read 'UNISEX'. Both doors were carved with numerous tally marks as well as some inventive use of graffiti. The 'UNI' had not so subtly been struck through with several times.

  The door to the left echoed with the sounds of three passionate moans and groans. The door to the right was silent, Selia grasped the door with a cwed hand and pushed, revealing an empty moderately clean functional bathroom. Hundreds of tally marks and graffiti covered the walls.

  ??????? ?? ??? ??? ??? ??? ???×?? ???

  Vicktor admired the scratched runes, utterly enwrapped by the crude penises, foul jokes and mailing addresses of a dozen poor people. He was distracted from the modern art when he heard two loud noises.

  The gorgeous dragon Chosen knelt before him, the poleyns on her knees grinding against the smooth stone.

  Scarlet eyes stared up at him patiently waiting.

  He relented, undoing his robes and letting his engorged cock free of his linen briefs, which fell to his ankles.

  "More surprises" Selia chuckled bringing a hand to his shaft. The stimulus of the warm sharp cws confused his brain slightly. He enjoyed as she pumped his cock then added a second hand.

  Her grip was tight and ever-present, scaled hands working his shaft with unexpected intensity and enthusiasm. She stroked deeply, working the entire length.

  Selia's long tongue darted out, striking his tip, the dragon pping up a small treasure of pre-cum. Her tongue continued working him. The maw of sharp teeth getting closer until finally, her hands stopped dropping low before regaining their grip on his balls, fervently kneading them as her head snapped forward.

  His prodigious length was engulfed, her tongue working the head and underside of him.

  Selia began to bob her heads forwards, sending him deeper into her throat, the muscles around her endlessly swallowing and convulsing. Driving him deeper and deeper.

  His cock twitched, his hand rising to caress the smooth scaled face. She continued her assault, never pausing even when she removed her hands from his balls and thigh.

  She grabbed his hands tightly, still working the length with boundless intensity. She brought his hands up to her horns.

  He grabbed ahold of both horns, her hands returned to massaging his thighs.

  He pulled on the horns, forcing the woman to impale her throat on him. Deeper and deeper, her mouth had no end. He pulled her as deep as he dared, shuddering as he felt her mouth close slowly around his manhood, his balls slick from within the dragons maw. Her eyes stared intently up at him, hands braced against the back of his legs.

  Feeling confident with her abilities, he began to fuck her throat, pulling her head up and down his shaft, an intensity building within him as he felt his balls churn. He fucked her throat with the same intensity that she had shown him. Within moments he was feeling the urge to finish.

  "I'm about to cum"

  Selia tapped his hands, he released them from her horns. She moved her hands to his cock, stroking even faster than before.

  Wordlessly, she opened her mouth, eyes looking up with lust and longing. She pumped his cock until finally–

  Cum spilt from his cock, heaving loads nding on her tongue, maw and chin. A drop tumbled down onto the chestpte, falling directly onto the visage of the banced scales of Ultar.

  She took a finger, dragging it along the length of her chin, gathering his seed before pcing it in a semicircle around her neck.

  "The bet was for me to wear it around my neck." She smiled grabbing it from the other side of her scaled face then pcing it onto her long tongue. "You really do taste divine!"

  She licked her chops and took a small rag from a pocket and wiped off her face. Vicktor was about to point at her chest, but the drop of seed had vanished, the symbol of Ultar unmarred...

  "I know it was more of a draw, but I would still like a secret from you, something small? I will get more out of you from further dates?"

  She dove forwards, using that dangerous tongue of hers to clean off his cock and defted ball.

  "You want to keep losing to me?" Vicktor returned his linen undergarments and did up his robe and pulled a hand through his hair. He imagined he looked decently put together except for a flushed face.

  "Doesn't taste like losing. All I need to do is win a few with the same rules. Tell me, why your cum tastes go good? Hm?" Selia stood looking down at him and crooked her head to one side.

  The inquisitive lizard was quite cute.

  She was about to speak again when Vicktor leaned forwards, raising himself onto his toes and pnted a kiss on her mouth. Selia kissed back, their tongues met. They embraced for a few moments, then broke apart for breath.

  Selia turned and waited, her hand on the door's iron tch.

  "One more, Mage Vicktor"

  She enunciated "Mage", in a strange sort of reverence, admiration, desire. It had a strange cadence, like she wanted to add something more to it...

  They shared one st rough kiss, their tongues danced in the dim light until they needed to breathe, Selia released the tch.

  A line of couples, throuples and groups were waiting outside as the pair of new lovers stepped out. The waiting crowd was demonstrating various levels of patience, some just talking noses inches apart, some were grinding and groping, and a suspiciously pced cloak bulged with some suspiciously looking repetitiveness.

  The flushed faced friends returned under the arch. A scratched sign on the back read:

  "CVM AGAIN"