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Whittaker’s Ultra Fortified Fireball Whiskey 400 proof 1.75 liters Magically fortified!
⚠️CLERIC GENERAL’S WARNING:
Consumption of high-proof magically fortified spirits can cause rapid intoxication, impaired judgment, and increased risk of injury or magical discharge. Do not operate spellcasting implements, mounts, or heavy equipment after consuming this product. Use during high emotional states may amplify physiological or arcane responses. Long-term excessive use may increase risk of liver damage, memory loss, and magical instability. Not recommended for individuals with heart conditions, uncontrolled magic, or recent resurrection. Use caution when combining with potions, enchantments, or other magical substances.
“Well now,” Kremy murmured, scanning the warning label, “that sounds like something Gid would enjoy.” He tripped another shopper with his tail and they knocked over a display. “Sorry!” he cried, clumsily bending and picking up the fallen items with one hand as the other returned from his pocket where the bottle was now stashed within his bag of holding.
When Kremy returned to the carnival grounds, he gave it to Gideon for his hard work building a new ride that week.
“Well damn, thanks Kremy!” Gideon said, pleased.
He opened it right then and there, taking a jolt.
Kremy watched him to see what he thought.
“Hmm. Hm.” Gideon coughed, swallowed. “That’s pretty damn good,” he said in a strained voice.
“Yeah? I’m glad, that shit was nearly two hundred gold pieces, can you believe that?”
“You didn’t pay for it,” Gideon said, certain.
“Well, no, but still, that kinda price is highway robbery. I’m gonna get some dinner started, you enjoy that, Gid, you’ve been workin’ hard.”
“Well thanks, boss,” Gideon grinned, kicking his boots up on Kremy’s desk.
Gideon drank and Kremy cooked and before long he found himself sweating, hot. It was already a sweltering equivalent of July, but this was unbearable. The sharp cinnamon flavor of the whiskey felt frigid in comparison. He reached up and pinched his shirt collar, billowing it to cool himself, but it only seemed to stoke the heat up more.
Despite the discomfort, he felt himself growing hard. Blood flushed downward and he felt the head of his dick throbbing in time to his heartbeats, which had accelerated. He ignored it for now, his stomach rumbling with hunger. He needed fuel.
“Grub’s up, Gid,” Kremy said, handing him a plate.
Gideon wolfed down the red beans and rice and took another jolt of the whiskey.
“It’s fuckin’ hot in here man, I’m overheatin’.” Sweat was pouring down his back and sizzling here and there as it encountered spontaneous magical flames that leapt up and then disappeared a moment later on his legs, his waist, his arms.
“Is it?” Kremy asked, frowning. “Feels fine to me.”
“Everythin’ hot feels fine to you man, fuck, I’m dyin’.”
“That ain’t all you’re doin’, cher,” Kremy said, smirking at the place where Gideon’s pants were tenting upwards. “Why don’t you do somethin’ about that?”
“I, I’m burnin’ up, man, I need ya, fuck,” Gideon panted, chest rising and falling in gusts.
Kremy crossed his arms over his chest.
“What’s the matter?”
“I’m, oh fuck, Kremy, I’m so fuckin’ horny I think I’m gonna die, man, what the fuck?” Gideon undid his pants and yanked his dick out urgently. He palmed himself, pausing to spit into his hand and then he slid his foreskin up, gathering the precum that was oozing in strands from the tip.
He fucked his own hand with slick, obscene sounds that had Kremy’s cock pressing against his underwear, straining to escape his slit.
“Krem, Kremy, f-fuck, man, come ‘ere, need ya, darlin’, please.”
“How much of that liquor did you drink, Gid?” Kremy asked, a little concerned.
Gideon’s flame was beginning to change colors. His flames, usually orange with yellow tips, shifted, turning yellow first, then white-hot, searing the caravan with light. Then they shifted to blue. The light dimmed, but the color stayed, casting the room in deep navy light.
Kremy’s breath caught.
The blue flames against Gideon’s red skin painted him the most fetching shade of purple Kremy had ever seen. He was beautiful.
Gideon held up a nearly empty bottle. He was full of clean-burning, magic-tinged ethanol. How he was still upright was beyond Kremy, but he had long ago stopped being surprised by Gideon’s hummingbird metabolism.
“Gid,” Kremy breathed. “Clean burnin’ fuel.”
He had read about this once, long ago when his affair with Gideon was more of an angsty daily journal entry about his super hot employee and less of a daily blessing from the Baron himself.
The book he had stolen from a library they passed had an entry about elemental reproduction. Efreeti experience heat cycles that drive them to reproduce. In Genasi, this trait is generally absent, but may be drawn from latency by the consumption of clean burning fuel.
Gideon was panting, his arm jerking up and down madly as he clenched his teeth, twitching and grunting.
“Kremy, Kremy please.”
“I’ve read about this, Gid. You’re in heat, cher.”
“What?!” Gideon said, momentarily sobered, his hand stuttering in its urgent motions. “You think I’m gonna knock you up?”
Kremy laughed.
“You can’t knock me up, But your body doesn’t know that. You’re gonna breed me like your life depends on it. I’m fine pretendin’ it’ll accomplish anything.” Kremy gave a toothy grin. “Take them clothes off, cher, it’s about to get excitin’.”
“J-Jesus, Kremy,” Gideon choked.
“Also, I think I might need a bit of preparation.” Kremy rummaged in a drawer for a moment and found a potion he always kept on hand – a potion of fire resistance. They tasted fucking awful, like charcoal and habenero pepper and horseradish, tingling in his sinuses, but it was effective when Gideon lost his temper at someone and wouldn’t settle down.
It would probably make the evening’s events possible without the need for a healer.
Kremy gulped it down, wincing at the entire flavor experience. He washed it down with a shot of rum straight from the bottle, then he turned to Gideon.
“Well, come on,” he invited, sultry. “Come over here and fuck me until I can’t walk right.”
“I do that every time.”
“I ain’t talkin’ about my hip, Gid,” Kremy snapped, but he calmed and pulled off his suit methodically.
They tangled together on the bed, which had been entirely fireproofed by a wizard a few months before. That was fortunate, because Gideon was putting off incredible amounts of heat. Kremy’s hand grabbed his dick and it was almost too hot to touch as he slid Gideon’s foreskin up and down, pausing a few times to lap precum off the tip.
“F-fuck, Kremy, I don’t know how much longer I can wait, I gotta be inside ya, please,” Gideon begged.
“Come on in,” Kremy murmured, guiding Gideon’s hot dick to his slit. Gideon grabbed his hips and impaled him in one desperate thrust. He stayed on top of him, repositioning them so that he had Kremy pinned with his weight, his tail trapped by Gideon’s legs clamped around it tightly. He fucked into him with arches of his back, thrusting off his grip on Kremy’s tail with his legs.
Kremy wheezed, gasping for breath from beneath Gideon’s mass. Gideon’s arms wrapped him up and they lay with their heads ear to ear. Hot breaths warmed Kremy’s cheek and a small chirp of affection escaped his throat. He felt Gideon’s dick get stiffer in response and he smiled.
“You’re a good boy, Gid.”
Gideon gave a pathetic little grunt and lost his grip on Kremy’s tail, and his rhythm.
“F-fuck.”
“That’s alright,” Kremy murmured, “try again.”
Gideon tipped them so that he was on his back and he dragged Kremy’s hips up to his mouth, burying himself between Kremy’s legs, sucking and kissing at his dripping slit, engulfing his cock in his nearly too hot mouth.
“F-Fuck, Gid, sweetheart,” Kremy’s exaltation descended into little moans and whines as Gideon fucked him with his tongue as he sucked his cock.
Then, growling, Gideon flipped Kremy onto all fours like he weighed less than nothing, holding Kremy’s tail up to expose his wet slit and slapping it with his other hand.
The sound that came out of Kremy was not in Common or any other identifiable language, but it roughly translated to “holy fucking shit, please do that again.”
Gideon always knew just what Kremy wanted.
He slapped him there again, just enough to sting, the soft skin flushing from light pink to cherry red and swelling with arousal.
“Fuck, darlin’, ain’t that beautiful?” Gideon lined himself up and pressed home again, this time more gentle, knowing he was driving even deeper when he fucked Kremy from behind.
Kremy whimpered and then adjusted around Gideon’s length and girth, one hand on Gideon’s trembling thigh.
“Hang on,” Kremy begged. “Fuck that’s hot.”
“Heh, I know, right?” Gideon growled.
“No, no I mean that is hot, Gid, hang on, whew.” Gideon’s hands gripped his tail and his hip so tightly he was certain he’d have bruises, but he stopped. Kremy took a deep, calming breath. He could take this. Gideon probably wouldn’t last long, as hot and bothered as he was acting, it would be quick and then he’d let Gideon eat him out for a while and cool off before the next round.
“Alright, alright, go on, but start slow, gwo flanm mwen. I ain’t tryna die.”
Gideon heard the familiar nickname in that soft tongue Kremy spoke when he was tired or drunk or being affectionate.
‘My big flame.’
It was a bit on-the-nose, but Gideon loved the way the words sounded on Kremy’s tongue. He loved being named like that, given proof that he loved him despite his shyness at showing it sometimes.
Gideon pressed deep inside of Kremy, kissing the underside of his tail where he held it in one hand, holding it to his chest as his other hand gripped the side of Kremy’s thin hips.
“Goddamn, you feel so fuckin’ good, Kremy, so good,” Gideon told him, pulling out just to appreciate the plunge back in. “So wet for me. So tight.”
A chirp of arousal escaped Kremy’s throat before he could stop it, their hips were slapping together, Kremy’s slick sizzling as it evaporated against Gideon’s overheated skin.
Little flickers of purple flame licked down Gideon’s arms and then vanished and he felt his insides getting hotter, felt insatiable lust overcome him.
Kremy had told him to go slow.
He had to go slow.
Slow, Gideon.
Slow.
“Gideon,” Kremy panted, pushing back on Gideon’s thigh with a desperate hand. “Gid. Slow down. Please. Gid!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, fuck, I’m sorry,” Gideon panted, but he was out of control. What had started as a few slow, experimental rolls of his hips escalated to a brutal pace, Kremy’s claws scrambling at the bed frame to hold himself in place as Gideon pounded into him mercilessly.
Kremy felt heat and the overwhelming stretch of Gideon’s dick spreading him and a small, needy sound poured out of him.
It only stoked the flames hotter.
Kremy held on for dear life, praying Gideon’s orgasm would come soon so he could get away from the intense heat that was pounding into him from behind.
“Gid, please, please, please,” Kremy begged.
He felt himself grabbed, manhandled. Gideon had picked him up, was holding him, speared on his hot dick so that he couldn’t escape. Rough growls poured out of his throat and when Kremy turned to look back at him, he saw that his eyes had gone white-hot.
Gideon lifted Kremy’s hips off his dick, a thick string of Kremy’s slick still connecting their bodies for a moment as Gideon turned Kremy to face him again, cradling him in his arms.
“Gotta see ya, darlin’,” Gideon rumbled, kissing Kremy’s snout as he moved, the hot head of his dick pushing back into Kremy’s folds, sliding into him with a slippery pop. Kremy’s eyes widened and he panted. Gideon wrapped his hand around Kremy’s cock, but it was too hot. Kremy batted it away with a soft, pained noise, putting his own cooler fingers over it to soothe the sting.
“Gid,” Kremy whined, clawing at his broad shoulders. Gideon’s kisses pressed along Kremy’s mouth, escalating a moment later to a hard bite that made Kremy yelp. He put a hand to his snout, touching where Gideon had bitten him, his fingers coming away bloody.
“I’m sorry, sorry, just, need,” Gideon panted, incoherent.
Kremy’s eyes widened. Did Gideon’s teeth look sharper than usual? His canines a little longer?
No, he must be imagining that, surely.
Clinging to Gideon desperately, his tail waving madly behind him as Gideon used him like a toy, Kremy felt the burn start to get more intense and he teared up. It hurt, the sting of Gideon’s hot dick skewering him.
“Fuck, Gid,” Kremy rasped, tears welling up. “Would you, would ya kindly,” he tried, he really did. He tried to summon his gifts, tried to concentrate on Gideon to get him to just fucking cum already, he couldn’t take much more of this.
But his mind couldn't concentrate on casting the spell while his body was forcefully impaled on a red hot poker of fire genasi dick.
Finally, Gideon tightened, and with a bellowing groan he slammed his hips into Kremy and pumped him full of hot, sticky cum.
Kremy felt himself stretched almost painfully, by something solid and far girthier than Gideon’s already impressive thickness. He could barely close a hand around the thing on a normal day, but this was larger, more insistent.
“Ow, oh what the hell,” Gideon gasped.
With a sharp intake of breath, Kremy tried to break way from Gideon, he had to, it was too much.
“Wh—what the fuck—Gid, please, I can’t take anymore, pull out!” His nails dug into Gideon’s back and his eyes overflowed with tears. Not just from the pain, but from the fullness, the stretch. It hurt.
“H-Hang on, Kremy, I’m sorry,” Gideon murmured, kissing his cheek. He tilted his hips back to draw himself out of Kremy, but… Looking down he watched with fascinated horror as Kremy’s entrance strained against a thickness holding them locked together, almost like a knot at the base of his cock, hard and keeping him from pulling out. When he drug his hips backwards, he pulled Kremy with him. “I—I’m stuck. I can’t pull out, Krem. I didn’t mean—”
Kremy panted, sniffling, wiping at one of his eyes.
Well shit. He hadn’t read about this when he had been pining after Gid. If he had, maybe he would have fucked himself silly to the thought of his handsome best friend with a wine bottle instead of a hairbrush handle.
“It’s okay. Just—don’t move. Just hold me. I’m okay.”
Gideon slid his arms under Kremy’s thighs, holding him up.
“Shh, shh, I gotcha, darlin’, I’m sorry. Fuck, Kremy,” Gideon huffed, feeling Kremy’s walls flutter around him.
“Hurts,” Kremy forced out past a ball of stubborn pride, the tears beginning to fall.
“No,” Gideon exclaimed, “no, man, no, please don’t cry, please.” His chest hurt. He felt raw guilt tearing through him as Kremy cried on his dick, whimpering and sniffling. “Don’t cry, darlin’, please don’t cry, I’m sorry, I don’t know why this is…I don’t know what this is, Kremy, I’m so sorry, please, please don’t cry,” he soothed, kissing away Kremy’s tears as they fell, salty and evaporated in an instant against his blistering touch.
Gideon realized that if Kremy hadn’t taken that potion…
He shuddered, stopped himself. He adjusted them on the bed again, laying on his back, letting Kremy rest for a moment. Gideon cupped Kremy’s cheeks.
“Easy, Kremy, it’s alright, it’s alright, man, we’ll get through this, uh, oh fuck,” he grunted, feeling himself cum for a second time, eyes widening.
“It’s so hot,” Kremy sobbed, thrashing for a moment before he calmed himself.
The knot pulsed. Thick. Hot. Magical. With every involuntary clench of Gideon’s dick, another wave of fire rolled through Kremy’s guts, until he was crying. Not screaming, not sobbing. Just tears streaming down his cheeks as his chest fluttered with choked breaths.
“Darlin’,” Gideon said, wrecked. “I’m hurtin' you—fuck, I’m hurtin' you—”
“No,” Kremy cried, shaking his head, arms tight around Gideon’s neck. “It’s just—too much. You didn’t—know. I didn’t either. But it’s—good. It’s good, it’s just a lot.”
Gideon tried not to move. He failed.
“Kremy, fffffuck,” Gideon moaned.
Kremy took a calming breath, realizing he wasn’t going to get respite any time soon. Gideon would have to settle down in order for him to get soft enough for Kremy to escape.
Kremy knew from multiple springs that he could take Gideon until he couldn’t get it up anymore. The first spring they’d been together like that, Kremy wouldn’t leave him alone until his dick simply wouldn’t respond to his touch, soft and squishy and bruised.
Turnabout was fair play.
“Don’t stop, sweetheart,” Kremy told him, hooking a claw under his chin to force eye contact. His voice was cracked but certain. He was decided. If he was stuck here on Gideon’s dick, then so be it. Might as well enjoy it. “Ride it out. I’m here. You ain’t hurtin’ me, it just stings, is all. The pain’s good.”
“But you’re crying,” Gideon said, near frantic, his hands moving all over Kremy’s body like he didn’t know what to do with them. He felt real terror seeing Kremy sob against him. He didn’t want to hurt him. He loved him.
Kremy laughed, wet and breathless, and kissed him.
“It’s a good cry, Gid. Split me open and fill me with fire, cher.”
Gideon came again just from Kremy’s words.
Another pulse. Another wave. Kremy clung to him like prayer, like gravity, like he was anchoring them both to something more than flesh.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Kremy kissed him.
“Then don’t let go.”
“Kremy,” Gideon whined, shuddering.
“You’re—fuck, Gid—You’re in deep—I can feel it in my teeth—”
Gideon let out a broken sound and came again, this time slower, shuddering, like his whole body was liquefying from the inside out.
Kremy sobbed through it, clinging to him, nails digging into his chest like he could anchor them both. The knot throbbed once, then again, a molten pulse deep inside him that made his whole spine arch in defense.
“Can’t—can’t take much more,” Kremy whimpered, not quite meaning it. He wasn’t pulling away.
Gideon kissed the edge of his jaw, over and over. “I know, I know, I’m sorry, I know… You’re doin’ so good, darlin’. So damn good.”
Kremy arched a brow despite the tears.
“Thought I was the one in charge here?”
“Whose dick are you trapped on?” Gideon growled and that did it.
Kremy’s tail hit the bed with a loud thwap as he lost control and painted Gideon’s belly with cum. He wept openly, face in his hands.
It was too much. Gideon warm and eager beneath him, hands on his thighs, face open and sweet. His hot dick was burning Kremy’s insides and though he knew he wasn’t actually being burned, the feeling was excruciating. His shoulders shook as he cried, tears rolling down his face and landing on Gideon’s chest with a sizzle.
“It’s alright, darlin’,” Gideon told him, reminding himself that however freaked out he was feeling, he wasn’t the one in pain and crying. He was doing this to Kremy and he hated it, but he could suck it up and comfort him, hold him, kiss him. “What can I do to help you?” he murmured.
“Just, please, Gid, be still, I c-can’t, I th-thought I could b-but fuck,” Kremy whined, his insides screaming for Gideon to stop touching them. His cock was trying to retract into his body, the muscles of his abdomen tightening and cramping against the hardness of Gideon’s knot.
Gideon kissed him, still trying to soothe, but the kiss broke apart with a guttural cry as he came again—no warning, no rhythm, just a brutal clench and a flood of heat that pulsed inside Kremy like it was trying to scald the memory into him.
“Oh fuck—oh fuck, I’m sorry,” Gideon gasped, clutching at Kremy’s hips. “I can’t stop, I c-can’t—”
“I know,” Kremy panted, dazed and wet-eyed. “Just hold me, don’t move, don’t—”
Again, Kremy felt Gideon’s knot throb. Kremy choked and buried his face in Gideon’s neck, every twitch of his dick pushing him closer to some threshold between euphoria and collapse. His body didn’t know what to do with so much, the heat, the fullness, the love, all of it burning through him at once.
Gideon whispered apologies like prayers, his voice cracking each time. “You’re so good for me, Kremy, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—”
He kissed Kremy’s temple, then came again with a hoarse, bitten-off groan. His whole body trembled under Kremy’s. Hot pulses flooded inside Kremy like they were chasing each other, demanding to be felt, remembered, endured.
He cried harder. Not louder. Just... more. His tears felt endless.
They stayed still for a long time, Kremy summoning a mage hand to bring him another potion of fire resistance as the effects of the first one began to dull.
“You’re takin’ me so good, darlin’,” Gideon soothed, rubbing little circles on Kremy’s back, short nails scratching at his scales as he kissed his throat. “Oh fuck,” he tightened, feeling his balls draw up tight against his body, so spent they were getting sore.
They lay against one another, Gideon twitching and emptying himself again and again.
The knot plugged Kremy’s slit, but cum still dribbled out, hot and sticky.
“You look so fuckin’ good fucked full of my cum,” Gideon growled as he felt his own seed slicking over his leg, a sudden streak of animalistic desire to breed Kremy overtaking his senses for a moment and his hips thrashed, driving deeper as he came again with a pained grunt.
There could not have been a worse time for there to come a knock at the door.
“Kremy? Gideon? I sense some kind of torment with my mind, coming from this caravan. Are you alright in there?”
Kremy froze and Gideon came again with a high-pitched cry he covered a moment later with a cough.
“We’re fine, Frost, go on and mind ya own business, please,” Kremy called, trying not to sound like he was absolutely stuffed full of fat genasi dick and leaking cum.
Gideon growled low in his throat. Kremy had only hired Frosty because he thought he was hot. He had said so. On a normal day, this didn’t bother Gideon in the slightest. He fucked whoever he wanted on the side, it shouldn’t matter that Kremy had hired the tall, soft-spoken Tabaxi as eye-candy but right now, buried deep within Kremy and feeling all of his ancestors’ most primal instincts, jealous rage flowed through him.
“Go to hell, Frosty, he’s mine!” He shouted before Kremy could clamp a hand over his mouth.
“I’m his boss, that’s for sure!” Kremy called, embarrassment filling him. “You go on, please, quickly.” Gideon’s flames were rising higher, his fingers digging into Kremy’s flesh as he grunted and then came again.
“It smells like Pennsylvania is on fire in there, are you sure everything is alright? My mind is overwhelmed with some sort of anguish and, oh, oh my. My apologies.”
Kremy didn’t get a chance to feel embarrassed for long as Gideon grabbed him and arched his back, thrusting himself further inside him, shoving the knot deeper.
“Mine,” Gideon growled. He rolled Kremy onto his back and bit down hard on his shoulder, driving a sharp chirp out of his throat.
Teeth still sunk deep into Kremy’s flesh, Gideon came with a sharp cry and his flames shifted back to orange like adjusting a stove burner.
Limbs like gelatin, Gideon collapsed on top of Kremy, pinning him beneath his weight.
There was a pause. Not long. Just enough for Gideon to realize Kremy wasn’t crying anymore.
His heart skipped a beat.
“Kremy? Y’alright, did I crush ya?”
“’m fine, cher,” Kremy muttered, cock drunk and over fucked. He was glassy-eyed, trembling.
Gideon wriggled, giving a pained whine as the movement tugged at where his dick was still stuck inside of Kremy. He let his eyes unfocus, chest rising in shallow, flickering breaths like a cooling forge. He looked wrecked, steam rising off his skin, hands twitching weakly where they still gripped Kremy’s thighs.
Kremy softened.
A noise escaped Gideon that wasn’t quite a sob, just quiet. Just spent.
“That’s it,” Kremy whispered. “That’s it, cher. You did good. It’s over.”
He cradled Gideon’s head, stroked his beard with a shaking hand. The knot still held them together, thick and rooted and beginning to gradually soften, but they didn’t need to move. Not yet.
“You burned purple,” Kremy murmured, pressing his forehead to Gideon’s. “Now I got another reason why it’s my favorite color.”
“I’m sorry,” Gideon breathed, thumb touching the bite marks on Kremy’s shoulder tenderly.
“Don’t be. That was the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me ever.”
“Heh, yeah, yer lucky you got a best buddy who’s that good at fuckin’ ya,” Gideon grinned.
“Sure ‘buddy,’” Kremy conceded with an eyeroll. One of these days they’d quit pretending they weren’t madly in love with each other. Maybe next time. “I take it back. That bottle of whiskey would be worth what they were chargin’ and more. We gotta do that again sometime, find a nice, cold river to fuck in. Maybe next spring.”
With a wet squelch, Gideon’s knot went down enough to allow him to pull out of Kremy.
Sticky cum oozed out and Gideon stuck his fingers in it, gently fingering Kremy until he swatted his hands away.
“I need ice there right now, not fire,” Kremy told him, too sensitive to stand being touched there anymore. He closed his eyes. “I’m gonna need at least a month to recover.”
Gideon yawned into his neck. “It ain’t that bad.”
“You say that like you didn’t just fuck the sun into me. I feel like I stuck a lit torch up my backside.”
Gideon laughed uproariously and then sobered, kissing Kremy again. There was a pause. Then he shifted.
“Kremy?”
“Mm?”
“You think they sell that whiskey by the case?”