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Hero Worship

Part 1: A Hero's Welcome

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The Crystal Coast was devastated from the Dominus Dragons reemergence. Dragons of old who were reanimated by hatred and fear, their bodies made of shadow that sucked the light and either from all around them. Any and all adventures were called to slay the titanic dragons, and Andy was no exception.

The Hrothgar was a proud helion, a true testament to his race. Andy stood over six and a half feet tall, powerful compact muscles on a trim frame. He had a peak swimmer's build, his brown hair cut short, and his stripes a brighter shade of brown than his hide that made them look almost orange in comparison. His golden eyes could taunt a Behemoth from a hundred paces away, but currently they glittered with the glow of the setting sun.

“You know you don't have to go," Tomac told his mate. The Hrothgar was a powerful lost, the white tiger man a shorter, bulkier version of his mate. His dark eyes glinted with worry. “You can stay and let the other adventurers take care of this. They don't need you."

“That's the thing my beloved, Tomac," Andy leaned forward and placed his lips on his man's forehead. “They do. I am the strongest ax on the coast, and I'm not about to let my fellow man down simply because my beloved worries for me."

“Well, then you have to make me a promise," Tomac pulled Andy's larger hands into his, the thick calloused paws showing that despite Andy's size, he had some growing yet in him. His feet were also slightly larger than normal, almost out of proportion with his body like a kitten growing into his paws.

“What is it you desire dearest," Andy knelt down on one knee. The helion needed to glance up at his mate, his muzzle just below the lost's pecs. “Simply name it and it's yours."

“I would wish you to stay," Tomac sighed, his hands coming together with Andy's. “But I know I can't request that. I know you're the best ax we have, and you're a beast of a warrior, but I need you to promise me you'll come back alive. You can't leave me here all alone."

“Of course," Andy murred, taking his man's hands close and pressing his lips against them and nuzzling. “Nothing will keep me from you, nothing. You are mine, and I am yours. We will be together again, and when I return, you and the rest of the world will be safer for it."

“Good," Tomac sniffed, his ruby eyes glistening with tears. “And I'll promise to remain true to you and only you."

“And I you, my beloved," Andy purred, nuzzling the back of Tomac's palm, memorizing his scent.

“N-No need for that Andy," Tomac chuckled, sniffing. “I know you. You spread your wild oats while you're out there. The world deserves more Hrothgar like you in the world."

“If that is what you wish," Andy kissed his man's hand before standing up. “I won't take that offer lightly."

“I mean, this campaign could last for several years," Tomac's heart sank as he said that. “So you better be ready to make up for any lost time when you come home."

“Of course," Andy gave his man's hand a squeeze. “Did you finish the reinforcements on my ax?"

“Of course," Tomac snapped his fingers, a crystal around his wrist glowing and pulling the ax from their shop. It was gigantic, the beastly weapon nearly as large as Tomac was. Andy gripped it, his bicep flexing as he hoisted it effortlessly up on his shoulder. “It's been augmented to cut dragon scales. I needed to sacrifice durability, so be sure to repair it after every battle."

“I will carry it with pride knowing it is my mate's finest work," Andy nodded, cupping his man's muzzle and bringing him in for a kiss, their tongues lulling around one another for a brief moment. “You know, I'm going to be a hero by the time all this is done."

“I have no doubt," Tomac purred, their noses gently nuzzling against one another. “Now go end this thing quickly so I can have my mate back."

“I'll be sure to end it quickly for the same reason," Andy murred, pulling his man in for another kiss. “Don't worry my love. I'll be back before you know it."

“Good, you better," Tomac nodded. Andy gave him a warm smile, his golden eyes practically glowing in the sunset. The larger Hrothgar swiped the shorter one's tears with his thumb before starting his way. He didn't turn around until he was too far to reach his mate and then spun before crushing a crystal to summon his mount. A horse bled into existence, hoisting the helion up into his saddle before galloping off.

Tomac did everything he could not to sob, tears streamed down his eyes as he watched his man gallop up a hill. He was about to vanish when he turned his horse. The helion branded his ax, the double blade glinting in the light like it was made of crystal. Tomac waved him off. Andy sheathed his blade and then galloped over the hill. He was gone.

For five long years, he was gone.

***

The Dominus Elder Dragon was slain, his legions falling in turn as the magic holding his hoards together fell apart. All the souls and bodies the dragon had in his hoard were freed, the collector of spirits and the enslaver of corpses was no more. The news spread slowly at first. No one believing it could possibly be true. It was thought the world's fate had been sealed when the heroes of light were consumed and converted into the Dominus Hoard, their powers wielded against their own kind.

But Andy was able to survive the onslaught and caught the Elder Dragon in the heat of the battle. Countless lives were lost carrying him to the dragon, but he was the only one strong enough to stand a chance. When the smoke cleared, Andy stood atop a crumbling pile of bones, the head of the beast cleaved from its body. The crystals that made the warriors of light shattered, scattered to the wind to mark the beginning of a new era of peace.

Andy was ready to go home. He had spent half a decade fighting and he was ready to see his mate once more. The helion had gained mass, his frame packing on size from his battles and training. He was a true barbarian now, his body full of meat and power. With no shirt, the definition of his body was on full display, his oversized armor taking up the better half of a wagon as he marched with his fellow soldiers. He had really come into his prime on this adventure, a full head and shoulders above the other adventurers. His pecs shaded the shortest of them, the proud double shelf forcing his nipples to point down. His massive arms swung at his sides, his biceps larger than some heads, hands easily able to palm a skull or two. His large boots thudded the ground with his rhythmic march, his pants clinging to his thick hamstrings and glutes while fluttering around his calves. The gentle breeze wove through his thick mane of hair, a braid curled down the side of his muzzle, the beads bouncing on his delt and collar bone. His beard framed his powerful muzzle, opting to grow it out instead of keeping it trim.

That's when he saw it, the hill, the hill he last saw Tomac on. Andy's heart beat faster, the steely cage melted around it as he finally let himself believe he was coming home. He didn't notice he was heading towards that hill until he felt a couple people trip over him. He didn't even apologize, they weren't even mad, or maybe they were. Andy didn't pay them any mind as his feet moved faster and faster, his boots digging up the grass as he ran to that hill.

Andy pounced, his powerful legs popping stitches in his pants as he propelled himself to the top, his boots smacking the ground and leaving imprints at its apex. Andy looked down, and sure as the day he left, there was Tomac's Smithy, the vent sparking with smoke as the billows and forges worked to provide armor and weaponry for many a soldier.

Andy ran down the hill, his body fluid despite his bulk as he came to the shopfront, spinning around the back and watched as sparks flew as hammer met anvil.

There, beating metal into blade was Tomac. His white hide crossed with black streaks and smudged with soot. Andy smiled, his eyes a little misty. There were endless nights, fights he saw his life flash before his eyes, tireless campaigns and blood soaked nightmares that he wished this moment would come, and there he was.

“Got to go around front if you're looking for a pick up," Tomac grunted over his shoulder as he noticed the shadow cast form the door. He never turned from his work, he just kept hammering away.

Andy couldn't help it. He knew Tomac hated when he interrupted his work, but he would take any ire from his mate if only to see his eyes once more. The shorter Hrothgar might need to start the blade over again, but he didn't care. Andy swaggered forward, coming up behind his man and catching the Hrothgar's wrist as he lifted it to hammer again.

“What the hell do you think—" Tomac froze as he looked up at his arm. The powerful hand that gripped his wrist was larger than he remembered, but the deep, rich, chocolate fur with those orange stripes lit the smith's heart. The hammer fell from his hand and clattered to the floor, that powerful hand softening its grip and letting Tomac move again. Andy's other arm came to wrap around his mate's chest, his fingers brushing over the apron he had over his chest.

“If I'm dreaming, don't wake me," Tomac begged, his voice cracking.

“It's me, Darling," Andy murred, his voice deep and rumbling, a purr rolling through his chest like distant thunder.

“Is it really you Andy?" Tomac asked, his body shaking.

Andy had to take pity on his mate, not making him hunger for the sight of his man any longer. The massive helion turned Tomac around, the white tiger's eyes covered with a pair of tinted goggles.

“It's me, it's really me," Andy nodded, holding his man's shoulders.

“It's over?" Tomac was pleading, his voice begging the goddesses for this to be real, for this dream to be true.

“It's over," Andy confirmed, his hands coming up to tenderly remove the goggles on Tomac's eyes. As those ruby eyes were revealed, they glistened with diamond tears. As soon as Tomac's eyes locked with Andy's, his chest heaved, his body shaking as he ran into his man's chest and sobbed with joy.

Usually the sound of steel being forged was the only thing that could be heard, but now it was the joyous cries of two soulmates reuniting. Andy rumbled, his body purring in joy with being home. Eventually Tomac calmed down, firmly believing he was awake, that this was all happening.

“My," Tomac sniffed, swiping tears from his eyes and smearing soot. “You've gotten so much larger. Killing Dominus beasts must be one hell of a work out."

“Yeah," Andy murred, pressing his lips against his man's, their tongues instantly swirling around one another. “It is." The big helion broke the kiss as he smirked.

“Oh shit," Tomac murred, feeling the massive pipe in Andy's pants flex, the tip snaking down his thigh further. “You've gotten bigger all over, haven't you."

“Oh yeah," Andy smirked with a cocky nod. “Much larger."

Another twitch in Andy's pants made Tomac murr, the smaller Hrothgar's hand going down to cup that pipe. It was still soft and was nearly half way down Andy's thigh.

“Oh fuck, how many people did you make scream with that thing?" Tomac murred, his own dick throbbing in his pants. “Tell me they begged for more."

“I was true to you and only you," Andy smirked. “For a year. But after the anniversary of leaving you, I needed something other than my hand. Let's just say there's a vixen somewhere in the Ruby Canyons raising a litter in your name."

Tomac purred, pushing up on his tips toes, his arms coming around Andy's thick neck and pulling him down for another kiss. Andy swallowed his man's moans, their tongues dancing until Andy's tongue pushed further into the smaller Hrothgar's maw. That thick, powerful tongue dominated that muzzle, filling it out and slapping his man's tonsils.

Andy scooped his little blacksmith up, Tomac giving a mewling little whine as he was manhandled like a kitten. Andy kicked open the door to the shop, knocking over a stand of spears as he ducked into the doorway. There were a couple people in the shop that witnessed the blacksmith being carried like a bride on their wedding day, the massive Hrothgar knowing the way by heart as he kicked off his boots. His foot paws were exposed as he tore the apron off Tomac and threw it in someone's face before going up stairs, causing the steps that lead to the housing above to creek and groan beneath their combined weight. The shop keep tried to say something, but Andy simply pushed him off to the side to make his way to the bedroom above.

Andy made it to their bedroom and threw Tomac onto the mattress, their kiss being broken and Tomac taking a deep breath.

“It's time I fucked my mate," Andy growled, his bare chest already exposed, the light sheen of sweat making his muscles glint as he pulled his trousers off. Tomac gasped as nearly a foot and a half of barbed tiger cock flopped forward, the head oozing pre. “It's been too long since I've made you do your wifely duties."

“Oh, and I'm ready," Tomac moaned, working his pants off and exposing his powerful legs, his tail lashing out behind him. “I haven't had a real dick inside me since the day you left. I've remained true. This ass belongs to one man, and one man alone. Only you are worthy as a mate to claim me."

“Damn right I am," Andy gripped Tomac's ankles and pushed them back to expose his man's pucker. “And I'm tired of fucking second class whores who don't know how to treat a man right. You know though, don't you babe?"

“Oh fuck yeah big daddy," Tomac shuddered. “Tell me, how many husbands did you cuck? How many bastards of yours are out there sucking off the tits of unworthy whores?"

“I lost count," Andy snarled through his dark grin as he gripped the base of his cock and lined it up with his man. “Forget those skanks. You're the only whore I want to hear screaming on my cock right now. Not some second rate cum gutter."

Normally Andy would make Tomac beg, make the little kitten squirm for his dominance, his dick and nut, but Andy couldn't stand being outside of his mate another second. His dick head was glossy from his own pre, a thick wad of the stuff splattering over Tomac's hole as he pressed forward. Last he was in his mate he was just under a foot long, so the added girth made Tomac feel like a tight virgin again. The white tiger frequently fucked himself with a metal dildo, but he wasn't ready for his mate's triumphant return to be so…triumphant!

“Oh god yes! You're so fucking big," Tomac gasped, his hands coming to his cheeks to spread them for his larger mate. “You've always been the biggest, the strongest of all of us. No one compares to you Andy."

“You know when my dick's inside you, I'm not Andy anymore," Andy snarled lustfully. “Have you forgotten your training? Do I need to remind my mate on how to properly treat who owns him?"

“Oh Fuck master! I'm sorry! No one compares to you Master! OH Fuck Daddy!" Tomac was already on the edge as Andy slid in, the larger man's cock shooting thick globs of natural, musky lube in that hole and marking his mate all over again.

“Fuck yeah, that's right, Runt!" Andy snarled, his hips thrusting forward. “I own that ass. And for being such a good little slut and staying true to being my cock sleeve, I'm going to mark you again, and again, and a-fucking-gain!"

Andy snarled, his hips thrusting forward, his balls coming to smack Tomac's ass as he bottomed out. The massive helion bore down on his mate, his smile vicious and predatory, and yet Tomac had never felt so safe. Andy leaned forward, his maw opening up and his tongue lulling over his mate's neck as his hips started to rock back and forth.

Tomac couldn't hold back, his toes fanned as his cock shot thick ropes between them. Tomac screamed in ecstasy as he felt his man start reworking his hole open, using his ass, breaking it into the shape of his dick so no other man could ever please him.

“Squirting already?" Andy rumbled, his hips constantly moving, never stopping, effortlessly shifting more quickly. “Well aren't you a down right whore for Daddy."

“Oh fuck yes Daddy!" Tomac shuddered, his dick throbbing between them, his own nine inches shooting powerful ropes before slowing down to oozing waves that pumped out in time with Andy's thrusts. “It's a tribute to you, all my orgasms I had while you were gone I was thinking of you, of this. Of being your little whore hole again."

“OH fuck yeah," Andy snarled, his hips moving faster, his balls smacking against Tomac's ass.

“Fuck YES! Every ounce of seed, every drop of pre, every flutter of pleasure and ecstasy I did in your name! It's yours, my pleasure, every one of my orgasms, every twitch of my dick, it's all for you!"

Andy snarled, his muscles flexing as he soaked up the worship. Tomac's eyes were rolling into his skull, but from the glimpses he got of his man, he looked godly. Andy was a specimen of man before, but now he was a fucking beast! Eight feet tall and built like a barbarian in his prime. No one could deny him, least of all Tomac.

Andy slammed away, his balls plapping, his dick and barbs raking inside that hole and making his mate's toes curl. Veins snaked over the larger lion's form, his muscles pulsing, his balls growing tighter, his dick digging a little deeper with each thrust. And that wasn't just from the force. Tomac's tribute, his tithe to his mate rang true through Andy, the worship, the idolization tingled into his flesh, his body soaking it up and coursing through him. It was barely noticeable, but Andy grew taller, his toes slinked further across the hardwood, his claws bouncing against the grain in the wood before clawing into it with the force of his thrusts. His legs got longer, his teardrop thighs became more pronounced. His shoulders squared up before widening, his obliques crunching into detail, his abs cutting a bit deeper. Andy snarled, his jaw locked as he hammered away inside his mate, his muzzle getting slightly squarer, his neck muscles pumping up. His pecs were flexed, the split in them becoming more prominent as the fibers thickened before multiplying, getting thicker and stronger, his nipples twitched lower as those glutes flexed deeper to slam his nineteen inch dick home.

“I'm not going to hold back," Andy snarled. “I'm not going to hold back you cum dumpster! It's been too long and I'm going to fucking breed you!"

“Oh fuck! Flood my guts Master! Mark me with your seed and make me your whore!"

“That's right slut! I'm not going to stop until everyone knows I FUCKING OWN YOU!" Andy slammed his hips home, his cock throbbing HARD as his lemon sized balls bounced. Thick jets of tar like seed squelched into Tomac, the smaller Hrothgar screaming as he squirted again, his cock spilling his essence in tribute between their abs.

Andy roared in triumph, his balls bouncing up and falling down larger than they were before. Each bounce of his nuts they were slightly larger, thicker, more productive and virile. His lemons bounced and got plumper, thicker, stronger until they were the size of oranges.

Andy never stopped thrusting, using his nut as lube as he frosted his dick on his own sloppy seconds. His balls dripped with his seed, the excess rolling over his augmented balls as he leaned forward to make out with his mate as he kept their lovemaking going.

“You're mine," Andy snarled, between kisses. “You're fucking mine." He would accent that point with a powerful thrust, a jet of pre lubing the way for his next nut as he continued to rock back and forth in his mate.

“Yes Master," Tomac would squeak out, their lips hungrily finding each other as they continued to fuck. The people down below in the shop were fully aware of the dirty talk and the banging of bed frame against wall.

“The customers down stairs," Tomac began, but was silenced by Andy's tongue.

“Fuck 'em," Andy growled out.

“I was going to say to fuck me harder so they can hear," Tomac huffed.

“By the goddesses, you're my perfect slut," Andy snarled, his hips moving faster, his dick gliding in the newly broken in hole.

***

Suffice to say, no orders at the forge were finished that day or that night. The staff that Tomac had to man the shop closed early when they realized the amount of noise coming from upstairs wasn't going to die down. Tomac was going to sleep at Andy's feet like he normally would, but the big hero wouldn't have it. He pulled him to his chest, making him sleep with his head on his pec as a pillow.

Andy's snoring rattled the rafters, his body would twitch in his sleep, and he would gently molest Tomac, but the smaller cat had never slept so soundly. Tomac had always hated the lack of sound, the empty darkness of his room, and the cold sheets. Now he was surrounded by the most powerful, sculpted body, warming him with a mixture of purrs and snores that lulled him into the deepest slumber he had known in five years.

When Tomac finally woke up, he couldn't help but murr and nuzzle into his mate. He was sure he would get up and he would be alone again, but not this time, not ever again. No, he was snuggled up to his mate, the massive helion snoring deeply. A bit of drool trickled out the corner of his muzzle, one massive arm wrapped around Tomac while the other rested above his head, hanging off the headboard. One of Andy's massive feet were propped up on the far end of the bed while the other rested on the floor. With the way he was twisted into the bed, Tomac couldn't help but think that his man was uncomfortable, but then again, who could argue with that deep rattling snore.

Tomac tried to move to give his husband a good morning blowjob, but a snarl from the larger beastly man and a powerful set of claws on Tomac's ass showed the little guy just where he was meant to be. Even unconscious, Andy wouldn't give up what was his.

So the two stayed that way, Tomac slipping in and out of sleep while Andy fully relaxed, his toes twitching, his fingers flexing in his sleep. Tomac would murr, nuzzle and brush his free hand over Andy's powerful chest, even that little bit of worship would trickle into the massive helion. Andy's body would expand, crunching slightly and causing the bed frame to groan as millimeters of size were added. Almost imperceptible to the naked eye. Certainty not noticeable to the sleepy duo.

It wasn't until the sun was well above the horizon that Andy stirred. His eyes fluttered open and he rumbled contentedly, his hand squeezing his mate's ass as he pulled him closer.

“What? No blowjob?" Andy joked.

“To be honest, I tried," Tomac chuckled. “You wouldn't let me move."

“Sounds like me," Andy turned his head and leaned down, his abs crunching as he kissed the crown of Tomac's head. “I never give up what's mine."

“Yeah, I think the entire block knows you're back now. The big hero who slayed the Dominus Hoard single handedly."

“Is that what they've been saying?" Andy chuckled, his fingers slipping down and into Tomac's loosened asshole, feeling the warm cum in there that he planted the night before.

“Oh fuck," Tomac moaned, Andy absently playing with his property. This was pretty common place when they lived together and it was a welcome familiarity to Tomac. “Yeah, they said you beat them all by yourself. Is it true?"

“Fuck no," Andy chuckled. “That thing was a massive undead elder dragon that feasted on aether. Several platoons kept me safe and provided backup and healing while I got close enough to cleave the bastard's head from his body."

“Well, you can see why we were skeptical then," Tomac chuckled.

“Hell, I still don't fully believe it myself and I killed the bastard with my own ax," Andy chuckled.

Then there was a knock at the door.

“You expecting anyone?" Andy asked.

“Not until tomorrow," Tomac shrugged.

“Go away! I'm nailing my bitch!" Andy shouted. There was a pause and another knock on the door came. “I swear to the gods, old and new."

Andy slipped his fingers from his man's cum soaked guts and got up, not bothering to get on clothes as he went down and threw the door open, his twenty inch morning wood swinging out before him as he faced the men disturbing his morning.

“What!" Andy snarled.

“Oh god it is him," the human at the door jumped, his face turning beat red. He wore fine silks and tailored robes. Clearly a herald from the king. “I…I-um…Hero Andy Renard, the king requested an audience with you to properly thank you for—"

“I think I get the gist," Andy rolled his hand to get the guy to hurry up. “I'm reuniting with my mate after being gone for five years. Cut to the point."

“Y-Yes, of course," the man's face was still beat red. “The King has arranged a seven day feast in your honor. Both you and your mate are welcome to come."

“Well shit, really?" Andy crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway. He still needed to crouch down to see below the threshold though.

“Of course," the man nodded. “Food, drink, and the palace's full amenities will be at your disposal."

“Oh? So even you?" Andy smirked.

“M-My services will be a-a-available to y-you too," the man nodded. He wasn't half bad looking now that Andy really got a good view of him. He was dark haired, blue eyed, and well trained. Maybe a ranger build.

“Well, I got about five years' worth of nut to put in my mate," Andy smirked. “When does this celebration start?"

“Oh, no need for modesty," the man put his hands up. “The king said that you can do whatever you want while in the palace short of a coup."

“Anything?" Andy cocked a brow.

“Yes, anything," the man nodded, trying to keep his eyes up, but glancing down at Andy's boner as it twitched.

“So, if I were to fuck Tomac on the royal throne? Maybe keep my mate between my legs under the table while I feasted?"

“Well, the king said anything, so…I would assume yes," the man pulled a handkerchief and patted his brow that was glistening with sweat. “Anything short of actually breaking the throne or any of the artwork would be permitted. If that's what you really want though…"

“Don't blow your load in your pants little guy," Andy chuckled. “I'll be there. When does it start?"

“There will be a grand opening feast tonight," the man nodded. “Do you wish to be fitted for a suit at all?"

“If you can keep the clothing to a minimum, I'll wear some fancy pants," Andy nodded. “So long as they come off easy enough." The big helion gave the little guy a wink.

“I—um, yes," the man's face was beat red, his boner clearly tenting his pants. “We'll arrange for a transport to come pick you up."

“Can you guys get us some grub too? I'm fucking starving," Andy scratched his chest, his abs crunching with a deep rumble. “Sooner rather than later."

“I…I have several other stops to…um…make…" The man paused, the glare from Andy sending a chill down his spine. “But I can squeeze that in too."

“Thanks man," Andy smirked. “Anything that gives me more time with Tomac would be a big help."

“I can imagine," The man swooned at the praise from Andy before shaking his head. “I'll have food sent to you within the hour and we'll be back this afternoon to bring you to the palace."

“Of course," Andy nodded. “Make sure the breakfast has plenty of meat. Oh, and the little shorty like orange marmalade. If you could get some of that with some hot stacks, I'd really appreciate it."

The man was about to protest that the orange marmalade was out of season when Andy closed the door and made his way up to rail his mate again.

***

Andy couldn't be taken away from his man except for food. Even in the carriage ride over, Andy flooded the floor with the backwash of spunk coming out of Tomac's ass. They managed to nut three times before they made it to the palace despite the coachman's protests of the bumpy ride. The two were brought their private quarters for the duration of the festival where they cleaned up and relaxed for a bit before the big feast would start.

Tomac assured Andy that it was okay for them to be apart for a minute, besides, the little Hrothgar needed a moment to rest his ass. He wasn't used to Andy's libido anymore, but then again, he never used to be so insatiable before. Not that Andy didn't fuck like a machine when he wanted to, but it was different. It was like fucking fueled Andy, gave him energy instead of wearing him out.

Andy begrudgingly agreed to separate until the feast and Tomac went off to go arrange his own surprise for his man. Andy was adorned with the finest silks and adornments, the king having made a special pendent for him. A massive rainbow gem cradled in the embrace of a dragon with a blade slicing down the center of it. He wore it proudly on his expensive clothes, but even the largest of the suits and pieces struggled to completely cover his form.

In the end, they settled for some flowy pants that clung to his muscles and accented them as he walked, along with a nice shirt and vest. It was surprisingly far into the evening and it was time for the feast. Andy was guided to a grand table where Tomac was waiting for him. The head table in the grand hall had a place for the hero and the man who forged the ax that slayed the final Dominus Dragon.

“You look dapper, Big Guy," Tomac purred as his mate swaggered up to his rightful place at the right hand of the king. “You ready to eat up for the party tonight?"

“Hell yeah I'm ready to fucking party," Andy growled lustfully. “Though, you seem to be at the wrong table." Andy grabbed the cushion from the king's chair and tossed it under the table between his legs. “There, got your knee pads all ready for you."

Tomac blushed, but a sly grin pulled at his lips exposing his onyx fangs and dazzling white teeth. He slipped beneath the table and crawled up between his man's legs. The table cloth did well enough to hide what the white tiger was doing, but if anyone looked at the small break between the edge of the table cloth and the floor, they could see Andy's feet spread wide and the much smaller feet of someone kneeling before him.

Tomac gave a deep purr and undid the lacing at the front of Andy's pants, his trouser snake already working its way down his man's thigh.

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