It was early one evening when the Dragon and I reached the OST Inn, an infamous place known all across Gor as a wild and dangerous tavern, full of rogue Rarius, thieves, cutthroats, and the normal assortment of FW whores and sluts. Just our kind of place . . .~grin~

Finding a small table in a corner where we could have our backs protected by a wall and still observe most of the room, we sat down and Dragon begin slamming his fist on the table, yelling loudly in my ear for paga. A rather useless gesture I thought, since the noise in the place was near deafening anyway, but Dragon was young and impatient, and not at all given to being ignored. I, of course, being the older brother had learned to wait a bit and let things come to me. Ehns passed and eventually, a beautiful redheaded slave appeared out of the persistent din and smoke. Dragon raped her at least five times with his eyes and then ordered paga for the both of us. The girl seemed slutty enough for any warrior, but I really wasn't paying close attention to her, my mind being more on paga and a meal than pleasure.

"This one knows of You Master. You are the Dragon Lord of the Legends," she said, her eyes firmly attached to little brother's leathers rather than his boots. "Oh? Does a girl?" Dragon laughed and then lifted her, tray and all, into his lap, managing to fondle every sweet curve as he did so.. Aware that my little brother was going to be busy for at least the next few minutes, I got up to see about lodging for the night, but when I returned there was Dragon, standing instead of sitting, the serving girl wedged behind him, and the largest, most voluptuous, sexy, redheaded woman I had ever seen, glaring, down at him. Two warriors at the next table were also standing and glaring at Dragon, with their hands resting on their weapons. Little Brother spotted me, grinned and winked, as I rolled my eyes at him, silently asking the PKs why had I not been blessed with a little sister instead of a brother.

"What is the problem Dragon Lord?" I asked mildly, my eyes wishfully roaming over the wondrous body of the Amazon warrior. "Errr, which one?" he replied, with his deceptively lazy grin, looking first to the two Rarius at the next table, then back to the sensuous Amazon, whose stance was one of defiant beauty. I nodded, with a pained expression, now known to our close friends as my 'Little-Brother-Dragon' expression, and moved around to have a quiet word with the two warriors.

Bending a bit since I towered over them. I softly, and quite politely suggested that life was good on Gor and perhaps they too might agree that to die here in the next few ehns would be a shame as well as very painful. Apparently, they knew the tales of Dragon's great fighting skills for they looked up at me, then over to Dragon, who was now grinning at them in a happy, evil way, looked at each other, then nodding in unison, they wisely departed. Sighing heavily, I turned to the Amazon, who was nearly my height, expecting some difficulty and wondering how I would handle this.

To my surprise she was now smiling. Not at me, of course, but at the Dragon. Shrugging , I sat down at the now empty table and for the first time, noticed a petite blonde girl kneeling there on the other side, looking up at me with the biggest, greenest eyes I'd ever seen.

I, not wanting to be left out, ( a distinct possibility when ever One travels with the Dragon Lord ) pulled her into my lap, frowned at Dragon and mouthed "You Urt" to him. He, of course paid no attention and within ehns was tangled up in rolling sea of arms, legs and red hair. It took me almost an ahn to get his girl released to order food. Dragon wanted me to send mine, but I pointed out that if I did, I would have no one and since he already had the slave girl and the Amazon, he could send the girl and not suffer too greatly. I won the argument finally, but I do not know if it was because I had logic on my side, ( I usually do where little brother is concerned ) if it was because I threatened to thrown him out the window, ( I do that often too ) or if it was because the Amazon wench had her hands inside his leathers and was distracting him. Knowing little brother, it was probably the Amazon's long fingers.

In any event, after we had eaten and drunk our fill, we retired for the night to the alcoves I had reserved. I took along the cute, green eyed blonde, who, strangely enough, had developed an interest in me and was promising to show me things I'd never seen before. Dragon of course took the two redheads.

Although I was in an alcove across the hall and it was the 16th hour I could hear the moaning and groaning and laughter coming from the Dragon's alcove. The green eyed blonde girl was curled up at my feet, wore out from her labors and snoring softly, apparently use to the racket, but I wasn't. I finally dropped off to sleep only to wake up several hours later hearing loud groaning. Grabbing my sword I rushed down the hallway and flung asside the curtain to Dragon's alcove. The sight that greeted me made my blood run cold. There was my little brother, flat on his back beneath both redheads, his arms spread out the sides motionless. The one in the rear seemed to be bouncing up and down on him and the one in front seemed to be rocking back and forth on his head. I thought it was a strange victory ritual, celebrating a kill and I moved silently forward, sword raised to avenge my brother.

Just as I was about to lope off the heads of both red heads the Amazon gave a blood curdling scream and yelled in a loud voice, "I'm releasing, oh gods, I am cumming Dragon."

I hesitated and then heard the little redhead slave squeak, "this girl too, this girl too, Yes, Yes, Yes, Oh Master, oh Master, Yes." This was followed by a giggle and then a more dignified, somewhat muffled, chuckle from Dragon. Rolling my eyes, and feeling as silly as I looked, standing there naked, I lowered my blade and left, my presence noticed by no one.

Usually, most storys would end here, but this is a Dragon Lord story, and the stories of the Legend never end where one thinks they should. We stayed at the OST Inn for three days and four nights and when we left there were four of us. Dragon Lord, myself, and the two redheads. The little paga slave had sworn that she couldn't live without Dragon, and my gullible, somewhat conceited brother had believed her and bought her, paying way too much, and of course the Amazon One was now pushing hard for Free Companionship day and night. Between the two of them they almost killed little brother as I had originally thought they were trying to do. . . . ~shaking head sadly~

By the time we reached Tunia, poor Dragon was so weak, so sick and pitiful from his efforts, I had to help him from his kaiila and actually carry his near lifeless body into a tavern. He had lost 20 pounds and looked terrible. The two redheads looked absolutely wonderful and had become fast friends. We lodged there for a week as I guarded little brother's door from redheads day and night until he regained his strength. Finally he pulled through as he always does and I managed to get us back on the plains, headed South.

Oh, and as for the two redheads . . . I sold them both to a passing slaver, who was headed North, away from Dragon…..

~Grin~

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