Chapter 1 - Splitting the Gold

“I already told you, dearie: it’s no big deal.” The woman’s voice, dusky and strong with a strange ring to it wafted across the air. There was a frustrated sound from beside her, a sigh mixed in with a growl.
 “I burned those dresses to ash!” A young boy’s voice protested “They had to be five, six dozen gold pieces each.” A young man’s  tacked off the numbers aloud, counting on his scaled fingers in sixes, nines, and fractions. 
 The dragon-kin boy hovered beside the golden golem, who stopped to stare at him. Her soft black eyebrows rising in disbelief. She gripped one of the bags of gold she had hanging from her belt, squeezing it firmly.
 “We’ve got enough gold to buy a castle and you’re complaining about dresses?” She tilted her head to punctuate the question. 

The boy’s face flushed a red as deep as his scales and horns. His tail swished back and forth. “They would have looked good on you, Galatea.” He muttered.  
The golden woman’s eyes widened, but she recovered, the runes on her face shimmered as her mind raced with ideas. “They wouldn’t have fit me for long, Raenbu.” She rolled her shoulders back, pushing out her pecs and the massive mams resting on them. 
“They wouldn’t have needed to,” The dragon-kin scratched under the spiked collar around his neck, “For long.”  His eyes wandered down to her abs, past her belt to her glistening golden- “Ahem.” She said aloud. “We’re burning daylight, darling. Let’s get to that tavern.” 

The golem took the lead, walking at a quick pace in front of the dragon-kin. The young boy frowned as he followed, worried he’d made Galatea upset, when he noticed the change in her gait.  With effortless grace, the golden woman was swinging her hips counter every step, shaking her ass in a manner that was hypnotic to Raenbu.

He flew near behind her. Far enough to stare at her golden gluts, though.  The golden woman threw a look over her shoulder, which snapped the dragon-boy out of his reverie, her orange eyes narrowed playfully as she looked at the massive bulge stretching out the boy’s leather shorts. Raenbu followed her stare and faltered, falling a few feet as he ‘stumbled’ in the air. He closed his legs together and looked back at her, but she had stopped and his face was now inches from her ass.

 “Io’s glory….” he muttered under his breath. His face was a blurred reflection on the globes of her ass. Galatea coughed again, and rolled her body so knocked his chin closed, with her ass. “Tavern. Drinks. Now.” She growled, playful, earnestly moving forward toward the tavern. 

The return to ‘human’ civilization painfully ruined Raenbu’s mood.  “They aren’t gonna try and burn you as a witch here, are they?”  Galatea let out a laugh.
“Nah. I know the gal who runs this place. Tight in the right places.” She caught the glint in the dragon boy’s eye. “No. She’s too tender for that beast.” She pointed at the bulge in the crotch, the spines and ridges pressing through the worn leather. “For someone who cares so much about finery you don’t dress as well as you could.” 

This time Raenbu laughed. “Who needs armor when you’ve got these!” He rolled his shoulders, ridged and plated with natural armor the same hue as the setting sky. Something clicked in his head. “Huh, so that’s what you meant.” he muttered as they entered. 

The noise of the tavern had been roaring before they had entered, now it was silent. The entrance was on the short end of the bar, along one end of the hall ran the bar and across the other ran booth seats with tables between. All eyes were on Galatea as she walked into the bar. Her covered breasts and bare womanhood clear for all to see.

A few men, at various stages of inebriation, turned at attention, to the golden woman.  Then Raenbu hovered in beside her; erection still raging, and the men crossed their legs and turned to their beverages, the few ladies in the room turned their heads towards the newcomer at that sight.

Galatea laughed at the reaction and noticed a wave from the young landlady. “Galy! Good to see you.” She spoke at a regular volume, the din of the tavern had yet to recover. “Table’s open for you. I’ll have your usual out in a second.” She pointed at a place where a booth used to be. Now a thick table stood in its place with sturdy looking chairs.  The golden woman nodded a thanks and Raenbu spoke up.

“Could I have some bacon and a flagon of Riverrun ale?” The landlady gave a nod and shout back as people returned to their conversations and meals.    Raenbu sat at one of the large seats, and frowned as his chest barely came up to the edge of the table, while Galatea reclined in her chair. She pulled one of the bags of gold from her belt and let it fall open onto the table.

“Split the gold, would you?” She asked, while the taverness came with a tall iron flagon, frothing with mead, and a glass mug, with a dark amber ale, and set them both in front of the adventurers. 

“Bacon’ll be out in a bit, hun.” The taverness winked at Raenbu, as she left. Galatea shook her head, laughing. The dragon-kin turned his eyes from the friendly human to the gold in front of him.  His clawed fingers flew as he divided the coins into piles. Galatea leaned further back in her chair and brought her foot up, under the table. 

Raenbu froze as he felt her toes drag up his crotch. Through his pants, her toes dragged up the ridged vein on the underside of his cock.  She let out a short whistle at the heat from it. “Does this thing ever cool down?”   Raenbu coughed a laugh, and a spark and flame flickered in his mouth.

“Not if you do that.” He swallowed the laugh as Galatea squeezed with her toes.  A few of the nearby patrons smelt the burn of leather. Those eyeing up the pair saw the flash of light from under the table. Everyone heard Raenbu growl, and a few veterans drew steel, the roar of a dragon familiar to them. All eyes were on the Violet-red dragon kin, who stood on the seat of the table, his draconic shaft erect and glowing, wings quivering, tail whipping behind him. He spoke in a tone that was low, and stronger than any boy his age had a right to.

“Enough foreplay.”

He put a foot up on the table, and gestured upwards with his middle finger. “Get your ass up here.” Galatea smiled as she unbuckled her armor. Slowing standing up and tossing her meager kit onto the table, she lifted herself onto the table, and crawled hands and knees so she was facing the bar, her body profiled in front of Raenbu.

Across her body, Galatea’s runes were alight with anticipation. “Alright, Raen.” She whispered. “I’m up here.” The dragon-kin took a step up and stepped behind the golem. “Now what?” Galatea finished with a challenging grin from over her shoulder. Raenbu smiled as his agile tail curled right.

The golden girl watched as it wound around the glass of ale Raenbu had ordered and lifted it to his lips. The tail tipped the glass and Raenbu drank deep, while his fingers grabbed handfuls of Galatea’s amazing auric ass.  He rolled her flesh around, surprised at how supple it felt in his hands. He was expected hard resistance, tense muscle. But it felt like she was almost melting in his hands. Almost. 

Galatea purred as she placed her hands out, getting comfortable. If nothing else the massage was incredible. She couldn’t tell why; but it was so, relaxing. The golem had experienced sex before, with a wide range of lovers. This was new. Raenbu smiled at Galatea’s reaction, and the smile grew as his tail poured some of his drink onto his cock.

The heat didn’t evaporate the ale, but flash boiled it into a thick oil. He stepped forward and perched up on the tips of his toes so the ale dripping from his cock fell above the golden woman’s ass. She gasped at the heat and cooed as it dripped down to her asshole, and past to the lips of her pussy. 

“I thought you were done with the foreplay?” She mused, eyes half lidded. 

“This isn’t foreplay.” Raenbu pressed the dripping head of his cock against the rose of her ass. “This is being polite!” He roared. His hips rocked forward, the claws of his toes dug into the wood, and he plunged his cock into her ass.  She let out a soft moan of pleasure that echoed through the tavern. Everyone else was quiet, and the landlady simple smiled and laughed while she worked on the backlog of orders. 

“Oh Goddess.” Raenbu whispered, “I…” He lost his thought in the heat, the pleasure, the pressure, of Galatea’s ass. “I want more!” He roared as he plunged deeper, leaning forward, into her.

Galatea arched her back, and swung her ass up like she had earlier, and much like before, Raenbu was sent bucking, this time above her. His legs swung, looking for a grip. They found it, locking over her hips, putting Raenbu on top of the softening swells of Galatea’s butt. 

Galatea had gripped with her muscles to keep Raenbu within her the whole move, so now his cock was, for him, hot, snug and pointed straight down. He wobbled where he was and reached for something to hold onto.  It ended up being Galatea’s silk smooth hair. She turned her head and smiled at him. Her wide lips spread into a challenger’s smile.

“Don’t stop now, I’m only just warming up.”  Raenbu put his other hand on her shoulder and smiled.

“Don’t have to ask twice.” He rocked his hips and plunged his whole cock into her, once, twice, and again and again. Galatea moaned, loud and proud as a lioness. Raenbu’s tail was pinwheeling behind him with every thrust, whirling wild and leaving a blur behind hit. On a down-thrust, it smacked across Galatea’s ass.

She let out a sharp gasp and the dragon boy froze as he pulled up. “Galatea I’m-” He started to apologize, but saw her smile as she bit her lip, quietly demanding him with her eyes. “You liked that?” She nodded and he smiled, thrusting back down. This time his tail smacked into her ass on purpose, leaving a shining streak like a whip scar across her smooth golden rear. “Yeah, you do like that.” Raenbu laughed as his tail whicked across her ass, again and again.

She gasped and moaned as Raenbu worked them both to a sheen. His body practically rose red from face to ass. She’d figured out when his tail hit her, why she felt the way she had. 

Metal fatigues. The more it stretches and reshapes, the more pressure it endures. Heating and cooling with the temperatures around it. After her long, lonely, death defying journeys, she had thought her body was simply failing her. So long lost from anyone who could repair her. 

Not anymore. This dragon boy’s heat was different. It didn’t wear her down, it built her up, burned away the slag and reforged her with every thrust and grind. She howled in delight as, suddenly, he thrust his tail into her snatch. Winding and grinding and thrusting and sending that sweet, restorative heat straight to her core and through her being. 

She came, rather, crested and rode the plateau of the orgasm as Raenbu had begun to match his thrusts to the beating pulse of her life force.  “Yeah, you really like that,” Raenbu was speaking again. “Don’t you, bitch?” 

The orgasm twisted in Galatea’s gut and she sighed, hard.

She reached back and without looking, hooked a finger into the collar around Raenbu’s neck, the last relic of his former enslavement.  She pulled him forward, hard, so her pressed against her back and his cheek was against hers, when she looked him in the eye. 

“Raenbu. Darling.” She spoke in a quiet, deadly, tone.  The dragon-kin’s eyes were wide, scared. “Please don’t call me ‘bitch, ever.” The purple haired boy nodded and she smiled. “Thank you.” She turned her head, just a bit more, and kissed him on the lips. 

That sent Raenbu over the edge, and her groaned as he felt the buildup of his own orgasm reaching its peak. He started thrusting again, rolling his hips, and Galatea sighed as the warm build up resumed, reaching an end of its own. “Lean back, babe.”

Galatea spoke and as the dragon-kin did, she rolled onto her back. The twisting grip of her flesh around his cock and the shift in the weight on his cock sent  Raenbu into climax. He gushed a geyser of thick, hot, jizz into her ass and roared as the lubrication helped him grind deeper into her. Galatea smiled, eyes closed, as she felt the healing heat surge up into her, flooding her.

But it didn’t stop.

He kept cumming.

The sounds from her ass were getting wetter and sloppier when Raenbu let out a growl that rumbled through his dick and into Galatea. She gasped and moaned as he pulled out of her, she squeezed her legs together, partly from the orgasm, partly to keep the incredible feeling in her ass from leaking out.  

Raenbu pumped his cock with his good hand while he used the other to keep himself stable. One last rush of cum flew from his cock, and poured onto Galatea’s body. Thick ribbons of cum fell on her abs, on her breasts, on her hands as she began to grip and squeeze those breasts, and on her face, and in her mouth. She tasted Raenbu’s cum and the taste sent her flying.

Magic. Pure magic. It was in his cum, it was in him. She moaned as she rubbed his cum into her skin like a lotion, luxuriating in the wave of countless small, localized, orgasm electrifying, searing her skin.  

She heard the soft clunk of crockery and opened her eyes to see the red haired inn keeper girl setting down a plate of bacon, and other foods, next to where Raenbu sat cross legged, panting, sweating, on the table. He thanked her and turned to Galatea, smiling, blushing. 

Galatea looked at him with a smile, then down her body. She had rubbed all of Raenbu’s cum either into her own skin or into her mouth. The taste was amazing, but what surprised her was her skin. 

Where she’d rubbed his cum into it, the gold flesh now had a polished finish. She’d endured her ‘tarnished’ look for so long, she’d forgotten how it looked with a shine. 

Raenbu was on his fifth piece of bacon when he noticed where she was looking on herself, and then met her eyes. He swallowed hard when he saw how wicked her smile grew. 

“Hey, Raenbu?” Her voice was as warm and inviting as a fireplace in winter. “Why don’t we spend some time here.” She picked up one of the gold coins from her pile with fingers both agile and powerful.

“They’ve got some lovely rooms, in the back.” She brought the coin up to her lips as soft as any mortal woman’s. “I can rest and relax, and you can polish your gold.” She grinned with eyes as bright as the morning sun.

“My treat.”