Centaurus

The interior lobby shone with gaudy gold lighting and gold leaf was on, well, everything. Various barely clothed people were draped aesthetically over pieces of luxurious furniture, curves and muscles and beauty on display.

A tall, red-and-cream-scaled, muscular, and handsome drake, at least six and a half foot tall, smoothly stood up from where he had been poised on a chaise, a wisp of smoke rose from a cigarette hanging casually from his lips. 

“Hello.” His voice was like planed darkwood and rich coffee. “Welcome to our humble establishment, what can I do for two as radiant as yourselves. Adventurers right? You have the look, and you, you're the captain I would assume by your incredible presence.”

Ellaria felt an irrational surge of anger as her eyes took in his red scales, an image of a much shorter and skinnier and incredibly annoying lizard person filling her mind. She had to take a moment to remind herself that this drake had nothing to do with that particular person. She’d sufficiently punished that lizard for his insolence and it was done with… probably.

“Yes, correct on both accounts. I wish to purchase the time of a, ahem, worker at this ah… whore house.”

“Sexual relief is very important and healthy, of course.'' He let a wisp of slow smoke seep from his lips and looked at Ellaria with half lidded eyes. “A fresh flush and that deep glowing feeling? Wonderful. I find it makes a week. I would looove to make your toes curl and bear your nails on my back miss elf, anything for one as spectacular as you.”

Ellaria pursed her lips in annoyance. “I’m not here for me, I’m here for her, or more importantly, that.”

She gestured at Fey’s back area and the drake’s eyes followed, his eyes alighting on Fey’s schlong.

He blinked, his cigarette drooping slightly.

“Uh, you have quite a large cock if you don’t mind me saying miss centaur.” The drake had difficulty turning his gaze back to Ellaria.

“Quite. Now provide me your finest centaur specialist whore from your whorehouse for my centaur friend.”

A new voice suddenly joined them. “Darling, please, I do not like the term ‘whorehouse’, around here we like to call my establishment a whore home.”

Ellaria looked around and then looked up to find a very large lamia woman with pink hair. The lamia had a human body atop a thick pink snake tail that coiled across the marble in an elegant bundle. She was draped in golden jewellery and her large chest and hips were only semi hidden beneath a silky gauze. She rolled a ring encrusted hand at Ellaria in greeting, a warm welcoming smile on her face.

“You are the owner?”

“I am Madame Quirrel and I am the owner, welcome welcome. You need a little comfort for your well endowed friend? I’m certain we can find a way for us to help.”

“Immediate relief yes, I need a girl who can milk her for everything she is worth, empty her completely and utterly so that she has nothing left. It's important.”

The drake and the lamia gave her a puzzled look. Ellaria rolled her eyes and gestured at Fey, once more making a spinning motion with her finger. Fey understood and turned so that her massive straining balls were visible. 

The lamia put a hand over her mouth in shock.

“Oh my! you poor poor thing! You should have said from the start!”

“Well? can you help? Do you have someone who can handle that?”

“Well not many species can take a specimen quite as large or as thick as a centaur but fortunately we do have a girl who, ah, intentionally seeks out our larger customers and has a certain skill set that might be what is needed here.”

Fey bit her lip sheepishly, her hooves shifting. “She- she likes this kind of thing?”

“You wouldn't be the first centaur she has been with.”

“That's perfect. Please, I don't care how much it costs.”

The lamia waved at the drake who hesitated then crossed the room, winding amongst couches and cushions until he came upon a gigantic couch sized cushion. He looked down at it, asking something, he then nodded. He held out a claw and a small pale hand appeared from the cushion’s depths and grasped it.

He helped the person up, their bare feet patting down on the marble, and walked her back to the band. Ellaria eyed the new person with confusion, she had expected the Madame to offer someone physically huge not knowing what Fey’s abilities entailed but this new girl was only five foot tall.

A pair of black cat ears poked from the girl's wavy black hair, around her neck was a choker with a paw shaped buckle, a tight tshirt was stretched over her impressive bust, clearly bra-less judging by how much her nipples protruded, the words ‘size matters’ painted on the fabric. On her flared hips she wore a ridiculously short skirt no more than six inches long that flitted and bounced with her every motion revealing glances of black lacy panties and rounded ass cheeks. 

She had a lollipop in her mouth which she removed perhaps a little luridly as she eyed the Madame.

“A centaur huh? Well, I was feeling like a good stretching. I can handle her easily enough.”

Ellaria rose an elegant eyebrow at the cocky confidence the catkin displayed, recalling the absolute sloppy ruins that Fey had left others.

“Abby, this client is in dire need, I want you to bring your best.”

“Of course.” She flicked her hips and her skirt flitted up flashing her hip. She gave Fey a small smile that caused Fey’s penis to throb especially hard. Her eyes ran all over Fey’s body, taking her cock in hungrily, her eyes widening when they alighted on her straining balls, the catkin suddenly looked desperately starved before she managed to control her self. She licked her lips.

“Uhm, h-hi. P-please t-take care of me!” said Fey.

“So cute! oh gosh, I love her already!” The catkin bounced on the spot sending her chest wobbling in a way that magnetically attracted the eye. A thin line of precum oozed from the tip of Fey’s dick and left little spatters on the marble. Fey swallowed, suddenly feeling a little dry mouthed.

As the catkin and Fey gave each other increasingly warm looks Ellaria handed over a stack of coin she retrieved from the dimensional bag to the pleased Madame.

The drake adjusted his cigarette and blew out a plume of pleasant smelling smoke.

“I’m not going to let you go at it in the lobby again Abby.”

“Aw. But it's so much fun having eyes on me while I'm getting reamed, and then when others join in, plugging all my holes, mmhff!”

“You’re banned from that after that incident with the orc tribe. Come on, this will be a private affair.”

The drake waved his claws at the horny catkin and she huffed, spinning on her heel. Her tail ran up the drakes leg as she turned, seemingly accidentally but probably on purpose.

The drake gave her a slightly exasperated look but the four of them left the lobby, leaving the Madame behind with the band's money. They went through a pillared doorway, and into the depths of the building. It wasn't long before they came to a heavy looking iron and wood door and stopped.

By this point the catkin was all over Fey, her fingers tracing her broad horse muscles, index finger running down her flank, admiring her stallion strength, feeling the powerful beats of the centaur’s heart beneath her palm.

Steam was practically leaking out of Fey’s ears and her cheeks were turning pinker and pinker as the catkin felt all up and over the centaur’s body. Her cock throbbed harder and stiffer as blood rushed through its vascular length.

“Uhh Abby”

The catkin drew away causing the centaur to let out a held breath.

“Gosh, you're such a stick in the mud Zell.”

The catkin stuck her tongue out at him and pushed through the door, sashaying her hips and sending her skirt flicking up to either side, flashing her globular rear at the centaur.

“Uhm, I uhm, I g-gotta go,” said the centaur apologetically to Ellaria as she suddenly dashed through the door behind the catkin. Her back legs kicked the heavy door shut behind her.

The drake dragged on his cigarette and let out a cloud of aromatic smoke. He gave Ellaria the side eye.

“Got a story there?”

“Drama.” Ellaria sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “It's complicated. I hope that catkin knows what she's doing, Fey is, uh, special, she does everything on the… big side of things.”

“Oh certainly, she’s incredible. So flexible. You wouldn't not believe how much she can fit inside, I’ve seen her take a full twelve inches before, crazy.”

“Ah, well, I think she might be taking a little more than that… Now and in future”

“What makes you say that?

“Oh, no reason, well, you’ll see I suppose.”

The drake scratched at his jaw and raised an eyebrow.

“Say, would you like a drink since you seem to be intending to stay.”

“...sure.”

The drake flashed her a sharp toothed grin and pushed through the door next door to the one Fey had entered. Ellaria hesitated then followed inside.

Inside the room was warm, and rich and full of heavy furniture, a large round bed was in the middle of the room and a cabinet filled with various glass containers to one side.

Ellaria raised her brow questioningly at the drake.

“A bedroom? Really?”

“Ahaha, well this is the kind of building where most rooms have beds I’m afraid. Don’t  worry they all come stocked with alcohol.”

The drake moved over to the open fronted cabinet. The upper shelves held bottles of various amber spirits, what drew Ellaria’s eye however was the lower part which was stacked with what looked suspiciously like potions. Purple, green, glowing, many liquids in spherical bottles were out on display.

“What are those? More alcohol?”

“Ah no, it seems these got mistakenly left out. These are uh, sexual enhancers.”

“This isn't some kind of trick on your part is it?”

“No, not at all, all our more expensive rooms have these, that's actually why I took your friend and Abby to one,” he pointed with a claw at a purple potion. “Relaxant. It helps when taking ah, clientele on the larger side.”

The drake extinguished his cigarette and then took a bottle of amber down from the  upper shelves and poured two glasses, adding a hunk of ice from a hidden icebox at the back of the cabinet.

“My name is Zell by the way.”

“Ellaria, but you can call me Ella.”

Ellaria took the offered glass then eyed the other potions that hadn't been explained. “I can understand this, with the variety of species there are there must be a need for some magic to ease the process sometimes. What do the other potions do?”

“Easing things is important as you say, some species are not very compatible with others at all, but we find ways. Most of these potions are for fun however, this one enhances pleasure, this one makes a person more sensitive, this shifts pain to pleasure, this one is an aphrodisiac.” 

The elf could feel the drake’s half lidded gaze on her, and she was suddenly intensely aware of how close he was. She could see his tail moving out of the corner of her eye.

Ellaria clinked the ice in her glass and bit her lip as the drake’s tail ran up her leg, rounding around her curving bare thigh, touching up against the hem of her short shorts, gently poking beneath the cloth.

“One of my good friends is the captain of a band. It's a stressful job, which is understandable. You know I am very very good at relieving people of such burdens, unwinding, letting go of all the worries of leadership and so much responsibility.”

Ellaria’s hand came up and touched at the tail coiling silkily around her leg, her fingers tracing its surface. She very nearly grabbed it and ripped it from her thigh…. But… Well, it was true that she was stressed, and she was also incredibly horny though she hated to admit it. Seeing Fey turn Vivi and Flora into a pair of groaning satisfied cum spheres and then having the druid ravage her had left her wanting, aroused, frisky.

She licked her lips unconsciously, remembering a certain centaur’s taste.

“Hmphh. What about this potion?”

Ellaria picked up a glass bottle about the size of a pint glass. The inside was filled with a faintly glowing purple and blue liquid. It sloshed as she tilted the glass examining it.

“Ah that potion causes a male to be, shall we say, more productive.”

Ellaria’s eyes instantly lit up with interest.

“Productive you say? How… interesting.”

“Why yes, it is.” 

“To be explicit, It makes you cum more?”

“Yes. It causes a male such as myself to produce more semen than they otherwise would.”

“Could… Could you drink it?”

The drake gave her a sly smile and carefully took the potion from her hands, his claws clinking against the glass.

“This is meant for all the male companions who use this room, one sip is quite powerful.”

He casually popped the lid and put the glass to his lips. He sipped once, then meaningfully, sipped again. His half lidded eyes never left Ellaria.

“Delicious.” He put the potion back on the cabinet and held out a claw.

Ellaria put her glass down then gently took the offered claw. He led her over to the bed and flopped down on top the seething bog of cushions that lay across it, pulling her down with him. She came to rest on his broad muscular chest, her own weight entirely supported by his own powerful body. 

This, this is nice, a little relief might be just what I need. Thought Ellaria as she lay upon him, feeling his chest rise and fall.