Soul and Sand Interlude Part III:
“Sient”
Characters: Ken’pai the Mechanist ( @rumongray), Tomis the Warlock ( @tomis-jb) Content Warning: NSFW, M/M, M/M/M, Threesome, explicit sexual content
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Written by @rumongray Art and concept design by @tomis-jb
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It was a short walk across the sand to make it to Shir's tent, the tribesman opening the lantern above the entrance and dousing its flame, leaving only those inside the tent to cast their light on the humble abode. Opposite the entrance was a small pile of different colored cloths atop more tanned-leather mats, put together as a makeshift bed. At the center sat a couple of chairs about a sturdy wooden table, covered in a few papers here and there, most of them maps of the nation of Chazin.
“Maps, huh?” Ken'pai asked, setting his pack down near the entrance as he made his way inside.
The crocodilian arms-master, Nakhti entered last, his immense frame casting heavy shadows against the walls of the tent. “Shir's a...scout, yes?”
“Yesss, it became my calling, mostly because I'm able to handle myself should trouble arise,” Shir nodded.
“Yeah, I sssaw that when you took down Nakh, that was incredible!”
“He's a fast one, I'll give him that!” Nakh commended, “You should see him when he actually has to fight.”
Shir smirked and pulled his scarf up over his face again, moving to the exit. “And he may have to, if you get too rough with chinir.”
“I won't.”
“Exactly. I will be right outssside, keeping watch.”
With that, the brawler gave one final wave before exiting the tent, throwing the flaps closed for a bit of visual privacy. Ken'pai could hear the lizard-man's feet shuffle through the sand a bit, stop, and then he heard the sound of something hitting the ground, most likely a leather mat like the one he sat on at the bonfire. One more shuffle later, and the mechanist deduced that Shir was sitting right outside, most likely keeping watch on the shadows the two would inevitably be making.
Nakh stepped closer, placing a thick, scaled hand on Ken's shoulder. “Ready, Sient?”
Ken'pai felt butterflies in his stomach, fluttering so wildly that he thought they might just dig their way out. His only relations before were with Tomis, and while the warlock always showed restraint and care when Ken's trepidation showed, he couldn't say the same with Nakh. It was unexplored territory, both equal parts exhilarating and terrifying.
“How...should we start?” He asked.
The giant pulled him closer, the end of his snout pressed right up against Ken's ear. “Well...I would start by learning the color of your scales.”
His breath warmed Ken's neck, sending the mechanist into a shiver. Nakh's fingers stroked Ken's shirt, getting a feel for its texture. “Nice material.”
“Y-yeah...”
Nakh lifted the edges of his shirt, forcing it up and over Ken'pai's arms before tossing it over next to Ken's belongings. He pressed a hand against his partner's chest, rubbing it over the yellow scales that ran down his underbelly. He brought them up again to a pattern over Ken'pai's heart. It looked like a sun, but rather than appearing like a marking or tattoo, it was more like it was burned in, but it wasn't exactly that, either. The symbol was merely a collection of scales that were a slightly darker shade, however the very edges of it showed a bit of fading.
“What is this, Sient?” Nakh pressed his hand atop the symbol.
Ken put his hand over Nakhti's. “That's...where I was imbued with my tribe's magic.”
“Did it hurt?”
“...No. It just felt...strange.”
Nakh rubbed it one more time before he pressed his snout into the mechanist's chest, breathing deeply through his nose and bowing his head, pressing the top of it against Ken'pai.
“I can smell it,” he remarked, fiddling with Ken's trousers.
“S-smell...what?” Ken trembled.
“All of it. All of you,” he inhaled again as he opened the front of Ken's pants. “I can smell...sand and wood from that craft you rode. I can smell the human you came with, and he is deep inside. I can smell...metal, oil...blasting powder? And behind it all, I can faintly smell...pines. A forest, but it feels...ancient. Forgotten. This must be this...Jukon your tribe was from.”
His hands had finished their work, releasing Ken'pai's trousers as they both let them drop to the floor of the tent, Ken kicking them over to where his shirt now lay. Standing bare, for some reason, left the lizard-man in a more cooperative mood as he petted the crocodile's head against his chest.
“Y-yeah...Jukon's forest is really old...almost undisturbed, for a number of reasons...”
Nakh's snout brushed against Ken's member, making it twitch slightly. “This...this is why I made that offer. I could tell you were interested. I could smell it off of you.”
“Sh-shut up...”
Nakh snickered a little as he brought his snout back up to look Ken'pai in eyes. “Well...I may have...cheated things in my favor, to be completely honest.”
He grasped Ken'pai's head by the horns and pressed it against his own chest, almost drowning the mechanist in his scent. He could have pulled away at any moment, but it was so intoxicating, leaving him at the very start of something that could quickly become an addiction. He finally couldn't resist any longer, flicking a blue tongue out and lapping at the crocodilian's thick scales.
“Couldn't resist getting a taste, Sient? Good. Drink me in.”
Nakh used his free hand to grab one of the wooden chairs and set it behind himself, sitting down while pulling Ken with him. Even seated, he looked like a colossus. Once he was relaxed, he let go of Ken and raised his hands up above his head, leaning back and smiling.
Even though he was released, Ken's face never left the arms-master's chest. With his newly gained freedom, Ken was able to rub his face into even more places, starting with Nakhti's neck, licking beneath where the red, short cape was attached. Nahk himself didn't move much, reacting slightly to the touch on his neck.
“Good.”
The mechanist moved down to the shoulder, running his tongue down his arm, over Nakhti's toned biceps. He stopped at the gold band that almost looked like it struggling to contain the arms-master's power. He moved underneath and back in, his face stopping briefly at Nakh's underarm. He inhaled, slowly and deeply, sighing with ecstasy.
“You're...so strong...” Ken noted.
“I also train beasts. It's good to make your scent known, felt...tasted. Our talents with air magic only further suit these ends...”
“That's what...you were doing earlier...” the mechanist cooed.
“At the bonfire, yes. It's also probably why Shir is...concerned, but like I said. I will not harm you.”
“N-no...”
“Keep going.”
Ken did as he was told, moving down the arms-master's chest and to his stomach, lapping at a few scales that stuck out before finding himself at the red loincloth around his partner's waist. He moved to Nakh's hip, undoing the tie with his mouth and letting it droop over his member before pulling it away completely and allowing it to fall onto the ground. The smell was even stronger here, and the lizard-man knew only that he had to drink, and he had found just the right tap to use.
Almost drooling, Ken'pai's tongue left a long trail of saliva over the arms-master's cock, reaching the tip and flicking it a few times. He curled his lips over his teeth, slowly drawing Nakh into his mouth, finding himself able to only get around halfway down without struggling. As expected, his brethren was large here as well, but that didn't discourage the eager lizard-man, as he cautiously pushed himself lower, Nakhti's dick rubbing against the roof of his mouth and down his throat.
“S-Sient...” Nakhti moaned.
Finally pleased to have the arms-master at his mercy for a change, Ken'pai pressed the advantage. He utilized everything he'd learned with Tomis and fully brought himself to bear, slurping at the giant's cock with delicate, but almost strategic motions, and using his tongue to lap at the spots that were being more ignored. He could tell that he struck a critical blow when Nakh shuddered and brought a hand down to rest around one of Ken's horns, bringing the situation back into his control and forcing the mechanist to only go down as far as he allowed. Naturally, Ken'pai relented, and let the arms-master regain his dominion over their night together.
After one last shudder, Nakh pulled his member out of Ken'pai's mouth and rubbed it on the side of the mechanist's snout.
“Good. Now come, Sient.”
Without even looking, Ken'pai knew what Nakhti wanted. Probably another result of his pheromones in the air, the control he exuded from his very being. The lizard-man stood and moved closer to the giant, who in turn grasped Ken on his rear, just underneath his tail. Ken gasped, but allowed himself to be pulled closer until he wrapped his arms around the crocodilian's neck, straddling his lap.
Nakh rubbed the underside of Ken's tail, his other arm catching the mechanist as he jolted and almost fell backward, were it not for the arms-master's powerful arms. Nakhti then pressed his snout into Ken'pai's neck, opening his powerful jaws and letting his tongue play upon green scales. Ken shuddered and squirmed, letting out a moan with each and every lick. Nakh lowered his other hand, grasping the other side of his partner's rump and spread him open, pressing his cock up and against Ken's tail.
This was it. The moment Ken'pai was afraid of from the moment he removed Nakhti's loincloth. His breathing shallowed into an almost panicked tempo, while he felt the arms-master slowly, cautiously enter his backside. Ken dug his claws into his partner's shoulders as he felt himself sliding down, bit by bit. His moaning quickly turned to a helpless, almost breathless whimper as Nakh's girth forced him wide.
“Relax, Sient.”
“I...I'm t-try...trying...! Nakh...ti...!”
“I know.”
More helpless whimpers. Tears formed in Ken'pai's eyes from the pain burning itself up inside of him, filling him more and more. When it almost became too much to bear, the mechanist fought every urge to cry out for Shir's aid, or even Tomis', until suddenly, the pain's increasing intensity...stopped.
“There. We are one, Sient.”
Ken'pai felt a bit of reprieve, the pain becoming replaced by an incredible fullness. He opened his eyes and gazed into Nakh's, then looking down below to confirm that he had, indeed, taken all of the arms-master inside of himself.
“Holy...sh-shit...”
“We've only begun.”
“Y-yeah...just...give me a moment to...aaaah!”
Nakhti was already slowly gyrating his hips side-to-side, pressing against Ken'pai's walls, one after the other with experienced, controlled motions. The mechanist grit his teeth and hugged his partner tighter. His breath sounded desperate and quick. Scared, pained...and behind it all...elated.
The brute held still again to let his green friend adjust a final time, grabbing his ass firmly. He then lifted the lizard-man and let him slip back down. Tiny motions. Small thrusts. Ken's vocal complaints matched them, short, quick, but minor. Mild. It seemed he had finally adapted, although sharp pains jolted through his lower body at points. His claws finally detached from Nahkti's back, replaced instead by a sturdy grip on both shoulders.
Reassured by this, Nahk took it upon himself to finally begin in earnest, thrusting inside each time Ken'pai lifted and fell. The giant's breath wafting out more and more, accompanied by pleased grunts. Much like Ken, Nakhti was also drinking in the scent of his partner, his sensitive nostrils taking him to greater heights than he let on.
He lifted one final time, and took his hands off of Ken'pai. One last test. He had to be sure.
Ken'pai shivered again. He could have done anything at this moment, he could have lifted out completely, and he knew that Nahkti would have allowed him to do so. He could do...whatever he wanted to do.
He pressed down.
“Good...good, Sient.”
He had finally found his own groove, his own place in this moment. The pain was there, yes. It throbbed, it ached, it scratched, it burned...but it didn't overcome. It became replaced by the sensation of fullness, and the pleasure of Nakhti grinding against his prostate. With every push, he pushed back a little more, losing himself to the moment. To the sounds of his lover grunting in tandem with his pleased moans.
Nakhti grabbed Ken's ass firmly and planted his feet. He rose from the chair, holding the Sunscale up with his incredible strength, and looking into his blue eyes to give him reassurance. With a slight nod, Nakh used his new-found leverage to thrust harder into Ken'pai, longer too.
“Oh...fuck...” Ken groaned.
“Yes. Take all of me.”
Did he ever. Not only were Nakh's thrusts getting faster and faster, they were also becoming longer, pulling out further each time and slamming his cock back inside Ken. The mechanist lifted his head, gritting his teeth while the sound of scales slapping together rang out through the tent. With one final stab, he buried himself deep within Ken'pai, the mechanist yelping out before moaning once more.
Nakhti took a couple of steps forward and lay Ken'pai down on top of the table, letting his tail drop off the edge. He lowered his partner's legs and thrust again, prompting a sudden shriek from Ken. For some reason, the different angle of his legs caused his partner's cock to burn inside him again like before, and without warning, Ken'pai dug his claws into Nakh's arms. The arms-master, angered from the pain, yanked his partner's hands away and clasped them together.
“That hurt, Sient!”
Scanning the tent, he found a small length of black rope near his feet, which he grabbed and begun to tie the mechanist's hands.
“W-wait! Nakh...!”
“Nakhti!”
The voice was sudden and loud, and commanding. Sharp and full of angry teeth like the desert winds themselves.
Shir.
“Nakhti of Ma'at, you said you would not harm--”
“Shir! It's...” Ken'pai struggled to speak in between gasping for breath.
“Chinir, I am sorry, I should never have...”
“It's okay!”
Shir tilted his head. “You...are certain?”
“I've...been bound before. With Tomis. He...sometimes ties my hands for the same reasons. I can get...”
“Scratchy,” Nakhti joked.
“Heh...yeah,” Ken'pai confirmed, trying not to chuckle.
“I...see. I'm sorry chinir, I...do not wish to disturb you further. I'll take my--”
“Well now that you're here, friend, you may as well join us,” Nakh proposed.
“Nakh?” Ken asked.
“C'mon, Sient, he's been wanting it just as bad,” the giant's mouth curled into a long smirk, “...I can smell it.”
“I...admit that, yes, but...”
“Shir...you can...if you'd like,” Ken assured, moaning again as Nakh gave a tiny nudge inside.
“...As you wish, chinir.”
The Sandscale moved to the opposite end of the table, near Ken's head. Shir knelt down and lowered his scarf, grabbing Ken'pai's head as the mechanist did his, both opening their mouths to share an intimate, reptilian kiss. Their forked tongues flickered and danced with each other, taking each others' breaths within their own lungs. Shir pulled away, and as soon as he did, Nakhti thrust again, Ken'pai's head tilting back in discomfort.
“Nakh...my legs...”
The brute nodded. “Alright.”
He lifted Ken'pai's legs again, holding each of them with a hand that proved to be so large that his fingers wrapped around the mechanist's calves. He drove his cock inside again and again and again, feeling a slight that Ken was no longer whimpering in pain.
Shir stood up and put his scarf back over his face, stroking his groin. Ken'pai opened his eyes to find himself staring right at the tent in the brawler's pants, which he soon stretched his neck in order to nuzzle it with his snout. Shir ground against his friend's face, finally pulling down his trousers and letting his member rest against the mechanist's wanting mouth.
“Chinir...”
Ken'pai didn't say a word and licked Shir's cock, letting the motion of Nakh's thrusts guide where it went. It didn't quite stack up to the size of Nakhti's, but it was no slouch either. Along with it came Shir's own blend of smells. Smells of sand and leather, of long miles traveled, biting winds endured...and as of recently...want.
Ken's head rolled back until it was flat against the table, his wanting eyes telling Shir exactly what he wanted. The Sandscale backed away slightly, bringing his cock up to Ken'pai's lips. After teasing a bit, Shir forced his way into Ken's mouth, the mechanist finding it much easier to take his entire length in compared to Nakh.
Nakhti took this as a sign to up the ante, slamming into Ken'pai harder and harder and harder. Each pounding sent Shir's member further down Ken's throat and sending waves of pleasure that washed through all three of them at the same time. Shir placed a clawed thumb on the mechanist's throat, and could feel his length pushing through beneath it.
“Chinir...you're so good...your tongue...”
Ken moaned in response, it was really the only noise he could make.
“Si...Sient! Fuck!”
The giant's chest heaved, Nahk starting to show all-too-familiar signs to Ken'pai. In a small distracted moment, he thought of Tomis, and how the warlock often acted before he was close to the edge. A tightening of the chest, quick raspy breaths like the ones the arms-master was making now. All merely background noise to the feeling of his immense cock assaulting his insides with a firmness he'd never felt before. Soon, any resemblance to a rationally-thinking creature faded as Nakhti pounded away like an animal in heat.
Shir grabbed Ken'pai's bound hands and slipped the ropes off, keeping hold of his wrists and lifting pulling them up towards himself. Ken's exposed body drove the arms-master into a frenzy, fucking with an almost unknowable ferocity before slowing, and shuddering.
“Paint him,” Shir commanded. “Paint his body, Nakhti!”
Nakhti pulled his entire length out of Ken'pai's hole and rested it against Ken's dick, continuing to hump like the beasts he'd been charged to train. Shir pulled out of Ken's mouth as well, allowing the green reptile to watch Nakh grind against his body, the stimulation making him moan as well.
“Nakh...!”
“Sient...!”
Nakhti held still, grunting loudly as his cock trembled and twitched. He fired his load, a sticky warm spray of semen coating the lizard-man's chest and stomach and eventually drizzling a little bit over his groin. Nakh panted for breath while running his hands over Ken'pai's chest, spreading and smearing his seed around the yellow scales of Ken's underbelly.
“Sient, that was...”
“Sssso good...” Ken'pai hissed.
The two finally caught their breath when Nakhti leaned over and grabbed Ken'pai's chin. “...but you're not done yet.”
“No...not yet.”
Nakh leaned over and opened his jaws wide, forcing his tongue into Ken'pai's mouth as they gripped each others' heads in pleasure. The arms-master then grabbed Ken about the waist and lifted him off the table, pressing his sticky body against his own as he backed toward the makeshift bed, kicking a few of the cloths away. He laid back on the leather mats, Ken'pai laying on top of him.
Nakhti grabbed Ken'pai's tail and pulled it up, exposing his backside. “Your turn, Shir.”
The Sandscale stroked his cock a bit while allowing his trousers to fall completely to the ground. He teased Ken's hole with it, pressing the tip up to the underside of the lizard-man's tail.
“Ready, chinir?”
“Yeah...fuck me Shir!”
The brawler pierced inside, finding it easier due to the crocodilian who had the first go. Likewise, instead of yelping in pain, Ken'pai could only moan as he was yet again filled with a lizard-man's length, burying to the hilt with ease. His cock massaged Ken's hole, Shir taking a more careful and deliberate approach in contrast to Nakh's reckless abandon and fervor. It was clear that Shir had done this before, knowing all the right spots to hit that drove Ken'pai wild with pleasure.
The mechanist closed his eyes and lost himself to the ecstasy of the moment. His cock humped against Nakhti's own, heightening his arousal even more. A press against his walls forced Ken'pai to grind on Nakh again. A teasing of his prostate sent shivers down his spine. The feeling of scales against his own...
Ken'pai felt an intense heat emanate over his entire body, one that would put the desert sun to shame. Shir moved faster, striking at the mechanist's weak spots almost at random, leaving Ken unknowing what to expect next. He then tried to pull his cock all the way out, but found himself pleasantly surprised.
“Chinir, you're squeezing me so tightly...”
He pulled back, leaving only the tip inside of Ken'pai. Ken wiggled his hips up and down, his ass begging to be filled again. Shir granted his request, digging his claws into the mechanist's hips as he bored inside again, Ken belting out an intensely loud moan.
Nakhti let go of Ken'pai and raised his arms back behind his head, but Ken'pai stayed in position, burying his head into the arms-master's scaly chest. That smell again...his scent...Nakh was using his magic again to send his pheromones into the air, driving Ken absolutely mad. It was at that moment that Shir started to make more angled thrusts, scraping against his insides.
“Shir...ah...so good...Nakh...I can...”
“Drink me in, Sient, and take all of Shir.”
“Yeah...! Yeah...take me, Shir! Fuck me...Aaaah!”
The heat burned over his face, spreading like a wildfire down his chest and to his loins. Too much...it was too much to bear...
“F-fuck...!” Ken groaned.
He released that blazing heat all at once, spilling his seed onto Nakhti's stomach, a small pool of it forming before it rolled off the crocodilian's scales. At the same time, Shir recoiled from the action and grunted his own noises of elation, panting wildly.
“I feel you...chinir...!”
Ken's insides flexing with his orgasm, Shir began to almost violently shake before pulling out entirely.
“Paint his backside, Shir!” Nakh ordered.
“Ch...chin...ir!”
Shir pulled Ken'pai's tail to the side, stroking his cock with his other hand. The brawler reached his limit, stroking back one final time before blasting a long, thick stream of cum up Ken'pai's spine, a bit of it spattering on one of his horns. Much like Nakhti had done before, Shir used a hand to smear his semen over Ken's green scales, his cock dribbling the last of his seed as he let out a sigh of relief and pleasure.
“Chinir...”
“Shir...holy shit...”
Ken let his head droop, meeting Nakhti's gaze.
“Nakh, that was...”
“Beautiful, Sient, that was beautiful. You are beautiful...”
“He...is right...chinir.”
“Shir...Nakh...that was...”
Finally coming down from his high, Ken'pai's ability to utilize words finally returned to him.
“...incredible.”
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Feeling rested, the warlock, Tomis awoke inside of what was considered the “guest tent,” as the Sandscale had called it. The young elf lass limply lay next to him, nude as he was, but covered with a blanket to protect her modesty. Feeling sated, Tomis stood and gathered his belongings, dressing himself with the exception of his robes, as the desert sun was already doing its work even this early in the morning.
He glanced around a bit, channeling his focus into finding the one soul he felt responsible for. Catching on to Ken'pai's soul, he exited the tend and headed in that direction, stumbling a little bit as he had to again find his footing in the loose sands of Chazin.
Once he'd made it to the tent, he sneakily peered back the entrance flap and peeked inside.
At the far end of the tent lay three lizard-folk on a makeshift bed of leathers and cloth. Nakhti took up the most space, as giants of his stature tended to do. He lay on the bottom, his arms spread wide and his head turned, snoring lightly. Shir the Sandscale had his arm draped over the third lizard-man in the middle. Ken'pai. The mechanist's head was resting on Nahkti's massive bicep, almost like a pillow.
Tomis smirked and closed the flap of the tent, folding his arms and starting to snicker.
“Fuckin...nice.” he murmured.
