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Despite the fire roaring naught but a few feet from his face, Goro burrowed deeper into the warm nest he’d made of Ren’s collar. In this form, serpentine as it was, he felt dreadfully fragile. Barely the width of Ren’s wrist and only an inch shy of his wingspan, if Goro had the choice, he’d never take this form in Ren’s presence. Unfortunately, with the encroaching chill of winter seeping into their little home, he’d been forced to don this form more and more often. It was easier on his body, his own power weakened by his refusal to succumb to his weaker brethren’s need for hibernation.
He was not some common garden snake, incapable of handling a snowflake. He was a naga feared by countries, who could raze villages and make kings cower at his feet, who had reduced men foolish enough to challenge him to blubbering fools.
Ignore that he now served under an infuriating witch as his “second-favorite familiar”. It didn’t count. Ren had cheated.
(Anyway, he only did it as a favor to Ren. That poor bleeding heart of his would get him killed if he did not have someone ruthless by his side, whispering advice that Ren would likely ignore. It had served him well the few times he’d listened.)
(….And how dare Ren imply he was not the favorite? When Morgana barely spent time in their little cottage, far more interested in pestering that Ann girl a village over.)
It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter, really. For all the ways Ren had bested him, he now served rather dutifully as Goro’s furnace, using his body heat to keep him warm when the wards he had in place could not withstand winter’s chill.
“Goro-chan,” Ren’s deep voice rumbled against Goro’s skin where he’d curled around Ren’s neck, as gentle as if he were speaking to an unruly child. “That tickles. Careful now, I don’t want to drop this.”
Goro hissed in response, “Don’t call me that.”
An infuriating nickname, one that Ren refused to let die.
“But you’re so cute like this.” He dipped his head low, brushing his lips over the top of Goro’s head. “It's only right you get a cute one. Mona isn’t so fussy about this.”
An argument primed itself on Goro’s tongue, but that thought of being somehow inferior to that damn cat stilled it. Whatever they had been teaching witches these days, it was certainly not respect. Instead, Goro chose to slither along Ren’s throat. He nudged his nose against Ren’s ear, nipping the flesh with his fangs. No venom, of course. He meant it only as a warning.
As soon as Goro pierced flesh, Ren’s body jolted. There was only a breath’s worth of time to bask in his victory before Ren’s hanten, and Goro nestled within it, were drenched with some sickly sweet liquid—so heavily perfumed that it made Goro choke as his still open mouth was flooded with whatever his stupid witch had carelessly spilled.
Unwilling to remain within the sodden confines of Ren’s clothes, Goro slithered free and transformed from his small form to his full, towering height, landing against the tatami mat with a thunk. Instead of the rush of cold, Goro fely a strange heat rush over him. Panic clouded his mind, as he ran his hands over his body, searching for any sign of injury. Instead of pain, there was also sensitivity. The kind of sensitivity after a fresh molt or during—
“What,” Goro spat, the hiss in his words growing more pronounced as anger (and… something else) ripped the reins of his speech from his self-control, “did you spill on me?”
Ren, busy sweeping away the glass shards of a bottle into a little pile, was either incredibly good at hiding his emotions or was infuriatingly unaffected. He’d discarded his hanten, leaving him only in the ruffled, faded kimono that he refused to allow Goro to replace. “It should be fine. It was that ingredient I’d asked you to bottle for fermentation. It’s harmless. At most you might feel a bit of—”
And then Ren paused. His brow furrowed as he seemed to fully take in the liquid seeping into their floors. Fingertips swiped through the puddle, and Ren frowned as he studied the way it clung to his fingers, viscous as honey. For a moment, Goro wondered if the last of Ren’s brain cells had bled from his pretty little head as he watched Ren’s mouth open and worried he planned to taste what coated his fingers.
What came out next confirmed it had. “Goro, did you… label this correctly?”
Finally venturing to look towards where Goro stood fuming, Ren’s eyes shot open wide. A light dusting of pink colored his cheeks, though Goro could not begin to imagine why.
But investigating that did not matter. What mattered more was defending himself. “I never took you as the type to shift blame onto someone else when you failed, Amamiya. What kind of witch are you to—”
“Goro.”
“—And to think, you would foist your own mistakes onto me. Is this a sign of your character? What would your clients—”
“Goro!”
Suddenly, Ren was too close. Goro, to his own shame, did not even recall when Ren might have moved. Or had it been his own body that had drawn, magnetic, toward Ren’s? Thought was fleeting. The heat in his body intensified with every passing moment. Ren’s hands shot out towards him, to hold him? To push him away? Goro did not know, only knew the touch against his skin makes him shudder, drool pooling in his mouth, fangs aching—
Instinct took over before reason could halt him. He heard Ren’s yelp as he lunged, pinning him against the floor. The gasp it eked from Ren’s throat only stirs something deep in Goro, primal.
“What,” Goro’s voice wavered, embarrassingly weak even as he was the one towering over Ren, “was it?”
Something not quite like a prey animal’s mien overtook Ren. Wide, doe eyes blinked up at him, though Goro was not sure if what he saw in them was fear. An odd thought, though one that took a back seat in Goro’s mind to an obsessive focus upon a bare patch of Ren’s collarbone unearthed by Goro’s manhandling. The sash that had kept his clothes in place had loosened, unveiling sun-kissed skin unmarked by teeth.
A cruel fate Goro’s mind desperately wanted to spare it from.
Unconsciously, he pressed in closer, slithering between Ren’s legs scrambling to gain purchase on the tatami. The serpent half of his lower body forced Ren’s thighs open, as his cocks brushed against the fabric of his kimono and twitched with interest.
Wait. When had-?
“Goro,” Ren pleaded, reaching out to force Goro to meet his flush and wild-eyed expression, “listen to me.”
For the first time, Goro realized that his cocks had come unsheathed, hard and leaking and desperate for a hole to breed. In any other circumstance, Goro might have had the mind to feel ashamed. Not even since his first mating season had he been so vulgar and wanton. He had prided himself in that fact, considered it further proof he was above his animalistic kin who could think of nothing but fighting over the nearest welcoming hole.
But whatever Ren had spilled on him made his mind hazy with lust. Thoughts were hard beyond a few, though one soon began to solidify itself within his mind.
And the more he dwelled upon it, the more important it seemed to be.
“You were doused with a potion meant for a farmer client of mine,” Ren rambled beneath him, oblivious to the wonderful idea Goro’s mind had offered him. He spoke in a rushed wave, more than Goro had ever heard him speak before. It came out so fast, he stammered over his sentences, as if his tongue was not used to the deluge of words it now needed to accommodate. “An aphrodisiac meant to simulate and intensify the estrus period. I hadn’t— I— I didn’t realize it could affect you. If you just. You just need to—”
And so, before Ren could work himself up any further, Goro kissed him. What use were Ren’s words, rambling on about topics so unimportant? He felt Ren’s muffled protest against his mouth as his forked tongue slipped between his parted lips. Those protests died as Goro explored, tongue diving further down Ren’s throat—an over eagerness that would embarrass Goro in any other circumstance.
Though it was only a kiss, he could feel the way Ren struggled around the intrusion of his tongue, trying desperately to accommodate beyond what he’d ever taken before. Goro’s cocks twitched as his mind supplied the image of Ren’s mouth trying to take something even greater.
He felt as Ren’s fingers flexed against his cheeks, at first almost resistant to Goro’s touch. However, just as his protestation had faded, so too did whatever shame had made him hesitate to succumb to Goro. He melted against Goro’s tongue, only finding his excuses again when Goro pulled back to allow Ren to breathe.
The face that greeted him made Goro want to deny Ren even that mercy. Though Goro had been the one doused, perhaps he’d been wrong to assume Ren unaffected. Pink was a pretty color on Ren’s check, and the red of his lips even more so. The slick of their saliva made them shimmer wet, almost as if Ren’s lips were painted with rouge.
“Goro,” Ren slurred. Already his voice had grown rough, and Goro’s body could only shiver with excitement. If this is what he sounded like after only a kiss, what would he sound like if Goro pushed further? If Goro could make him scream with pleasure? “You’re only like this because of the potion, if you let me—“
And wasn’t that a neat little excuse, offered up on a silver platter? Even as lust-driven as his mind was, Goro knew that such an answer would never be true. Yes, Ren’s potion had affected him—in no other circumstance would he ever be so bold. But he was hardly a mindless puppet rutting upon the nearest warm body he could find. All it had done was snap the fine thread of self-restraint that kept him in check.
Because the truth was that if it had been any other person with him, Goro would not have pinned them flat against the floor. Would not grind against their hips, biting his lips as the fabric of their kimono hiked up higher to display a tantalizing swathe of bare skin. He would have used what remained of his thought to slither away somewhere quiet and secretive, would have taken himself in his hand and imagined instead it was Ren’s fist jerking him to completion, sloppy and desperate.
(How many ruts had he spent like that already?)
But Ren did not need to know that, could content himself in thinking the only reason Goro wanted him was because of some foolish potion. It would serve Goro well.
“Then you better take responsibility for your mistake,” Goro replied before slipping down, down, down Ren’s chest. He was lucky that Ren’s kimono was already half undone; his own hands were not as nimble as they usually were, made clumsy with want. Had it taken any more effort for his fingers to unwrap his prize, Ren might have soon found himself with only shreds left to hide the sight of his naked form from Goro’s eyes.
And what a sight it was. Stripped of his clothes, he could admire Ren’s body completely. The taut line of his muscles, apparent even through the soft fat of a body well fed. His dusky nipples were tented from the cold, begging for a warm mouth to lavish them with attention. And Goro almost wanted to offer them such a reprieve, if not for the way his eyes caught on something far more tempting.
Below a dense mound of curly, black hair, Ren’s cock stood hard and leaking against his thigh. It made a pretty picture—smaller than Goro’s two, though not insubstantial for a human. Still, something buzzed about in Goro’s mind at the comparison. He could swallow it whole, feel it pulse as his tongue wrapped around that length, and he would hardly register its presence in his throat as anything.
So, without allowing a moment of hesitation, he took Ren in his mouth and swallowed.
And maybe—Goro’s foolishly hopeful mind thought—this wasn’t so much an ‘obligation’ for Ren either, for the way Ren arched into his mouth screamed of yearning. Goro could feel the powerful muscles of Ren’s thighs tremble as Goro’s tongue teased along his dick, tasting the salty precum as it flowed from Ren’s tip.
Goro bobbed his head once, twice, brought his lips to kiss at the dark tip of Ren’s pretty dick and flick his tongue along the slit; he devoured Ren’s reactions like a drug, more potent than the aphrodisiac still sickly sweet in the air and turning tacky against his skin
Though Ren had seemed convinced it was only Goro affected by the potion, Ren’s body reacted with the sensitivity that made it seem like Goro was the one helping him through a heat, needy and pliant in a way that made Goro feel rabid. Fingers of one hand clawed against the weave of the tatami, while the other reached up to smother pathetic whimpers before they could escape Ren’s throat.
That wouldn’t do. Goro wanted (needed) to hear Ren break. Need so desperately to hear what that deep, even voice sounded like ravaged with desire, hear it high-pitched and whining out his name like a prayer.
Pulling off Ren’s cock with a pop, Goro pushed himself up to his full height. Ren had only a moment to crack open his eyes, already glassy and dazed. His hand fell from his mouth—Goro latched onto the indent of teeth marks carved into Ren’s flesh from where Ren had bitten down, felt a sort of pride to think how much more impressive Ren would look with Goro’s own teeth marks littering his skin—as his tongue slurred around, “Why did yo—”
The question met its brutal end when Ren yelped in shock as Goro’s tail wrapped around his wrist and yanked him up into the air. He dangled there for only a moment, as helpless as a prey animal waiting to be devoured, before Goro settled his hands on his hips and adjusted Ren to rest along the length of his tail, legs tossed over his shoulders.
Goro’s dicks, as yet untouched, twitched as Goro realized how dreadfully easy it was to manipulate Ren’s body like a doll. Despite being a well-built man, Ren felt as light as a feather when Goro was in this form—made even more yielding by the way pleasure softened his body.
Ren squirmed in his hold, though it seemed only to test how steadily Goro held him in his grasp. The answer was firmly. He quite enjoyed the view at this angle, Ren helpless and tangled within his tail, tan skin a sight against the blue-black of his scales. It felt right, like Ren belonged there and Goro was only righting what had been wrong.
As Goro dipped his head down, Ren managed to find enough consciousness to speak a full sentence, “I thought I was supposed to be helping you. Why does it feel like I’m the one being helped?”
“Oh,” Goro crooned, kissing along the length of Ren’s thigh. His fangs extended out from his gums, scraping along the soft, unmarked skin. “You are helping me. I’m enjoying this quite a bit.”
He felt Ren writhe under his lip as he trailed further and further down. It was becoming more apparent that his little witch was more sensitive than he’d like to let on. He wondered if Ren had known before now, then felt a rush of hot possessiveness rage through his body at the thought of another touching Ren like this.
(Was it that damn kitsune that refused to leave them be? Goro had always been suspicious of his motives. Always barging into their home, begging Ren for scraps—food, attention, time. He was pathetic. Hardly worthy to even look at—)
It was only Ren’s squeak—not of pleasure, but of pain—and the taste of copper on his tongue that made him realize his fangs had dug further than he’d meant them to into Ren’s skin. Goro steadied the raging animal in his mind with the reminder that it did not matter who had touched Ren. He could fuck the thought of any other conquest out of Ren’s mind and guarantee that any who tried after learned not to mess with things that belonged to Goro.
He apologized with a flick of his tongue, though the way Ren’s lashes fluttered told him that perhaps it was not entirely pain that had forced that noise from Ren’s throat. He sorted that thought away for later and continued blazing a trail across Ren’s skin.
(And, depending on how long he could milk this aphrodisiac’s effects, there would be a later.)
“Anyway,” Goro said, nosing along the base of Ren’s cock, his destination reached. He swiped his tongue across Ren’s balls, peppering kisses along his perineum. “You’ll thank me later for taking such good care of you.”
He was rewarded with a gasp as he mouthed along Ren’s hole, tongue testing the give. He licked a stripe along the rim, allowing the saliva pooling in his mouth to ease the way for his tongue to slip beneath Ren's cheeks.
Even from just this test, he could tell Ren was tight. Anticipation made him tremble. The low simmering heat of his arousal sparked alive again, catching fire low in his abdomen. A pulsing ache rippled through his cocks. He moaned and felt Ren’s body jolt as the vibrations coursed up along his spine, saw the way his dick twitched and drooled. Goro wondered if he could make Ren cum untouched just from this alone.
He wanted to bury himself inside of Ren, feel that tightness surrounding him, bask in the warmth of Ren’s body. Maybe it was the aphrodisiac talking, this forced rut addling his mind, or maybe it was just the culmination of feelings he had stored deep within him finally allowed a chance free. Goro wanted to ravage him, breed him, stuff him full and plug him up until he made a pretty picture, round with Goro’s cum.
But Ren was not ready quite yet to take even one of his cocks, let alone both at once.
And he would be taking both of them.
Working his tongue deeper, Goro felt Ren’s hips rock against his mouth. It was a clumsy effort, clear that Ren had already lost his composure in a way that made Goro preen. No longer able to stifle his noises, Ren’s moans spilled free from his lips as Goro worked him open with his mouth, slow and methodical with every flick of his tongue. Noises tore themselves from Ren’s throat, filling the cottage with the obscene sounds of sex.
Pressed flush against Ren, Goro’s mind became narrowed to a point. The world was only Ren—only the sweet and earthy scent of the flowers and incense that clung to Ren’s skin; only the sweat turning damp his feverish body despite the winter chill that had only just moments ago threatened to freeze them; only the twitching muscles of Ren’s thighs as they squeezed around Goro’s head, begging his tongue to fill Ren even deeper.
With one last broken moan, Ren thrashed beneath Goro’s mouth and came. Came so hard it splattered against his chest and his face, painting cheeks flushed red with milky white. It coated his dark lashes, made him a portrait as beautiful as it was debauched.
When Goro pulled away to stare down at his work, to see the way Ren hung limp against Goro’s serpentine body, a thin trail of saliva connected him to Ren’s hole, slick as though Ren had produced it himself. It broke as Goro shifted and brought himself close to Ren’s blissed out expression. He flicked his tongue out to lick a cum-splattered cheek, savoring the taste of Ren with a content hum.
Ren’s eyes, half-lidded, forced themselves open to meet Goro’s own. “Mm, tickles,” was his insightful addendum, and then as though his mind was finally coming back to life, “You haven’t…?”
“No,” Goro replied, matter-of-factly. “I haven’t.”
Though not because he was some deeply selfless lay, capable of finding completion from just seeing his own partner overcome with pleasure. He certainly did find himself enjoying the limp, doll-like haze that overtook Ren in the wake of his orgasm. It made him easy to handle, unresisting as Goro gathered him in his arms in a bridal carry.
But no, Goro was a selfish man, and even this was all preparation for the main course.
Cradling Ren to his chest, he moved them deeper into the cabin, pushing open the shoji doors and slipping into the little back area of Ren’s room. It was smaller than the one he’d given Goro, almost more a storage closet than a bedroom. Maybe some kinder part of Goro would have felt guilt for that, but as it was that voice was much quieter than the refrain of ‘Fuck him, breed him, ruin him for anyone but you’.
Ren made a disgruntled noise as he was tossed rather unceremoniously upon his futon. Goro couldn’t find the mind to care, distracted by the sight of how Ren had fallen—legs wide open and hands above his head, a meal ready to be devoured. Clarity had returned to Ren’s eyes, less dazed than they’d been in the wake of his orgasm. He let his head fall against the pillows, squeezed his eyes shut as though he planned to rest before Goro even got his fill.
Goro had only enough time to prime a biting denial, before Ren’s eyes shot open. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”
It was such an obvious statement, and yet Goro felt an almost instinctive shame wash over him. He did want to. He was going to. He made that clear enough. But somehow from Ren’s mouth…
It made him sound desperate. Almost needy. Goro wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
He nodded anyway.
Ren hummed, lips up ticking in a smirk. “Get me the bottle by my desk. We can use that. I’ll guide you.”
Goro had not obeyed a command made by Ren quicker than he had this one. He found the bottle where Ren said and startled a bit when it sloshed like water in its container. He popped out the lid and frowned as he dip a claw tip in.
It came away black.
“This… is ink?”
“Glad to see you can recognize different liquids, after all.” Towards the end of his sentence, Ren’s voice took on a lilting, sing-song tone, “Good boy, Goro-chan!”
“Rather snarky for someone who came on my tongue only moments ago,” Goro hissed, slithering back towards where Ren was splayed. “And how is this supposed to help?”
Ren parted his knees to allow Goro to slip easily between them. “I need you to draw something on me. It’ll make it easier for me to take you." His eyes flicked down to where Goro’s cocks still bobbed, thick and heavy. “A— all of you.”
Oh.
“Tell me what to do.”
The something in question turned out to be a sigil right at the base of Ren’s abdomen and above his pubic hair. The ink stood striking against his skin, and Goro found himself hypnotized as he heard Ren’s voice go from steady and even to trembling and desperate with every swipe of his claw. Even before the spell was fully complete, already Ren seemed to feel its effects, struggling to resist the call of mindless pleasure.
When Ren signaled they were finished, Goro leaned back to admire his work. A swooping and dark mark upon Ren’s skin, a vague shape of heart inside twisted tendrils almost akin to horns or wings. With a trembling hand, Ren reached down to swipe his palm across the drying ink. A dark reddish-black sheen followed the trail of his fingertip as the magic blazed through Goro’s lines.
“A succubus tattoo?”
Ren bit his lip and nodded.
“Should make it easy. Try… Just one at first, still feel a bit—”
Ren choked as Goro pressed his index finger against the rim of Ren’s hole. Without much resistance, it swallowed his finger down to the first knuckle and then further. It was… slick, tight even as it seemed to welcome Goro in eagerly.
“Go— Good job, Goro.” Ren yelped as Goro inserted another, reveling in the way Ren’s body opened up to him with ease. He was soaked, soft as though Goro had worked him open for hours. The glide was easy, but the pressure was intense.
He pumped his fingers in and out, saw Ren’s mouth open in a perfect little oh as he crooked his fingers to hit the bundle of nerves inside.
Oh, this would do nicely.
He had expected to need to ease Ren into taking both of him. Get him used to the stretch of one at first, then work him up until he could take both at once.
But with how easily Ren’s body took him under this spell? What use was there in being moderate?
He needed to ravish Ren completely, body and soul.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he slipped his fingers free from Ren’s hole. Ren clamped down around him as if trying to cling to them, protesting with a needy, high-pitched whimper. Goro smirked down at Ren, watching as the clarity left his eyes in favor of a dazed and dreamy expression.
The wetness that Ren’s body produced from the spell clung to his fingers. He used it to slick up his own cocks, shuddering as they finally felt the friction they had been denied for so long. IT wasn’t enough, only a taste of what he would soon feel.
His slipped his tail around Ren’s waist, solid and secure, and pulled him close. Ren did not resist the manhandling, even hooked his legs around Goro’s waist where the scales transitioned to skin.
It was so easy then to line himself up and let the grip on Ren’s body slip just enough for gravity to do the job. God knew Ren was wet enough, eager enough to take him with no resistance.
As the tip of his cocks slipped within that heat, Goro’s mind went blank. He had always been addicted to Ren’s warmth. Had, even in his most stubborn of days, found excuses to touch him—fleeting at first, then bold when he was “cute enough” to get away with it. As a cold blooded animal, it only made sense he would cling to the warmest thing around him. And to Goro, Ren might as well have been the sun.
But those touches felt paltry compared to the way Ren’s body heat enveloped him. It felt like lava, burning him up in a way that made whatever plans he had to go slow drain from his ears with the last of his reason. His heartbeat pounded in his head as he thrust his hips up and deep inside of Ren, feeling the give of Ren’s body. He was as helpless as a forest against a blazing fire, consumed entirely in an instant.
Where his tail had wrapped around Ren’s waist, he felt something bulge against his scale. Slipping his grip on Ren higher up around his chest, he stared in awe as he realized…
He could see himself inside Ren.
Where before had been the toned expanse of Ren’s stomach, now a small bulge had rounded and stretched the lines of the tattoo. Goro pressed his palm against Ren’s abdomen and felt Ren’s inside squeeze him tighter when he pushed against it. When he lifted Ren up on his cocks, he watched that bulge move too, until it disappeared entirely.
Then he slammed back in, hypnotized by the way his cocks filled Ren so impossibly deep, it left visible traces on his skin. He wanted to carve a place for himself within Ren’s body, one he hoped Ren could never fill if not with Goro’s cocks.
Humanity left him in that instant, and he became no better than those lesser of his kind who could only think of mating.
He could not hear what Ren babbled as Goro’s hips began to fuck him deep and hard, relentless in their pace. Maybe Ren was only moaning, senseless as Goro himself felt. His mouth opened and closed; his eyes rolled back in his head. Drool spilled from behind his lips as tears ran down his face. He was a wreck, leaking from both ends.
It was obscene and as beautiful as anything Goro had ever seen.
Maybe it was too much for such a frail thing as his little witch; maybe Ren was regretting allowing himself to be used as nothing but a breeding tool by his snake familiar. It was too late for either of them to back out now. Goro could not pull himself free from Ren’s body even if he wanted to. Not, at least, until he had made certain Ren was stuffed full with his cum.
So lost was he in pleasure, he did not realize until he was tugged forward that Ren had been reaching out for him. He felt as Ren hugged him close, pulled Goro as flush to him as he could manage at this angle. His body was damp with sweat, feverish with exertion. The scent of sex and Ren’s own natural perfume filled Goro’s nose as he buried his face within Ren’s shoulder and allowed himself to melt into him.
It felt... Intimate. Somehow even more intimate than the way he was buried to the hilt within Ren’s hole, thrusting in and out with the desperation of a madman. Like they were more than simply familiar and witch. More than just cleaning up a mess Goro had made.
Like they were lovers.
And somehow, that was the thought that rung in Goro's head as he crested over the edge.
Slamming his hips as close to Ren as he could get, he shot deep inside of him, painting his inside white. He felt Ren tighten around him as his own orgasm enveloped. They clung to each other as they rode out the waves of pleasure together. It felt amazing, better than anything Goro had ever felt.
And it was only just the beginning.
With a last weak moan, Ren sagged against Goro’s body, held up only by how tightly Goro’s tail had captured him. His eyelid fought valiantly to stay open, but soon they admitted defeat as Ren drifted off into a pleasant sort of dream.
Goro snorted, slowly pulling free of Ren’s body. He admired the way even just one go had filled Ren so nicely, swelling his stomach in a way that soothed the possessive part of Goro’s mind. Thank god the mating plug would keep him stuffed until Goro was ready to go again. He looked forward to seeing how full he could leave Ren after another round, and another, and another…
…Ren certainly should rest well while Goro felt kind. He couldn’t promise such leniency in the future. Especially not if Goro took advantage of those ‘mislabeled potions’ that would never find their way to Ren’s poor client while Ren was asleep.
(They very well couldn’t give him something faulty, after all.)
In the end, maybe Goro could admit he had made a mistake, labeling that aphrodisiac incorrectly. But that paled in comparison to the mistake Ren had made, accepting a beast like Goro into his home as if he was nothing more than a harmless pet.
Now that Goro had sunk his fangs into his little witch, he didn’t intend to ever let go.