A morning of jobs completed, time to return to the tavern and eat lunch. That, and see how Drake is doing. After his training session with Daniel yesterday afternoon, he's decided to push himself a little more into the training. Discovering how easily he could be bested in a fight made him more determined to properly learn to fight.

Walking through town, I can't help but wonder how Drake is doing. He seems so new to everything, probably because of the differences between this world and his own. I've been contemplating joining him on his journey.

If he's traveling across the world in an effort to prevent it from dying, then he's bound to go into dangerous, difficult places. The sort of places which might have Dungeons and Ruins that aren't completed often or which have never been done before.

Because of that, he's bound to travel near some pretty rare treasures. There must be more to his quest than just infusing a Crystal of Power with the elements. What else is there to it?

Was that Drake?

I take a few steps back and look down the street I just passed. Black hair, azure eyes, black pants, green tunic, red scales on the sides of the neck in a thin strip leading from under the tunic up to his jaw, a lizard-like tail, and a confused expression on his face.

Yep. That's Drake.

"Drake!" I call, and he turns to face me, his eyes lighting up when he sees me.

He hurries over to me, looking relieved for some reason.

"Everything alright?" I ask. "Why aren't you at the tavern?"

"Daniel finished my morning training twenty minutes ago," he tells me. "He sent me in search of you. Said you would be over by Fountain Plaza, but I couldn't find it."

"I was," I tell him. "You leave the tavern, make a right, go straight past the first four streets, and make a left there. You… made a right after two streets."

"I thought I turned left after four," his expression says he seriously thought that.

How do you mistake two for four and right for left? Couldn't he have just followed my scent, too? That should have made it easy to find me.

"Uh, okay," I say. "Come on, let's head back to the tavern and eat lunch."

"Yes," he casts his gaze up to the sky for a moment, before looking at me again. "It will rain soon."

Thick, dark grey clouds hang overcast, and the smell of rain fills the air.

"Yeah," I answer. "If we're lucky, we'll manage to eat lunch, then return to the apartment before the rain begins, since an afternoon training won't happen and it's a bit of a trip to the Dungeons."

"And if we aren't?"

"You'll get to experience what it's like to be soaked in this form rather than a dragon form."

"Oh," he looks at the sky again. "Can't we wait it out at the tavern?"

"Well, theoretically," I say. "Except this storm will probably last through the night, and I'm not paying for a room for the night when I can just head home, and you don't have the money to stay for a night. They should technically be charging you for the meals they're providing, so just enjoy the free lunches."

"Oh."

I lead Drake back to the tavern, which doesn't have very many people in it. Just us, Cassidy, and Daniel, actually. Most people are holing up at home right now, to take shelter from the coming rain. Daniel serves us some hot stew, warm bread, and cold beer, and we've barely begun to dig in to our food when the storm begins.

"I'm going to stay here a little longer," Drake tells me when we finish eating. "Maybe there will be a break in the storm."

"Good luck with that," I tell him. "See you when you realize it's not stopping anytime soon."

"See you," he says.

I leave and return home, ignoring the rain as it soaks me through. I should have brought a cloak with me when I noticed the clouds earlier, but oh, well. What's done is done, and it's not like I'll get sick. It's not like I hadn't known a storm was coming even before seeing the clouds.

Even though I don't have the magics my grandmother does, I still inherited some pretty decent senses for things. Treasure, danger, and the weather are the three important ones. The first two are when it's nearby, and the third is when it's coming. Immediate things, nothing on the level she has, and they're just a feel I get, not a spell that lets me know things.

My first order of business, now that I'm home, is stripping off my wet clothes and drying off. Then, I try to find something to do, which isn't easy. With the rain, there aren't really any jobs from the guild I can do, and I keep my home tidy.

Normally, when it's raining, I'd make some salves either to sell or to use for myself if I get hurt while on a job or in a Dungeon, or tools to use in a Dungeon. However, I have plenty of tools prepared, a few salves, and no extra materials sitting around, since I used up the last of what I had in the days leading up to yesterday.

My plan had been to go straight to Dungeon-delving after obtaining my first Class, so I had made preparations for that and stocked up on stuff.

So there's not much for me to do at the moment. In the end, I opt for sitting on my bed and relaxing under the warm covers. About two hours later, there's a knock on my door, so I get up and walk to the door, leaving the warm blanket behind.

"Who is it?" I ask.

"Me," Drake responds.

I open the door and let the soaked man in. He looks rather miserable.

"You stayed over there quite awhile," I say.

"I left ten minutes after you."

"Where have you been, then?" I close the door.

"I couldn't find your apartment."

"It's literally right down the road," I tell him. "Maybe two minutes of walking in the rain. It's been two hours."

"I got lost."

There isn't even a road branching off between the tavern and my apartment. Then again, he keeps mixing up the door to the hall with the door to my bathroom, even right after seeing me leave my bathroom. That's an even more impressive level of getting lost.

He's directionally-challenged, isn't he? Oh, dear. A directionally-challenged dragon was sent to save our world. I'm going to have to verify this while we're in a Dungeon or two. If I'm proven correct, then I'm going with him for sure, and not just to find rare treasures no one else has before.

If he really is directionally-challenged, then unless there's someone guiding him, our world will die before he makes it to the Wind Crystal. So when we go into the Dungeons, I think I'm going to let him lead the way, even if I'll keep an eye out for traps. It probably won't take more than one Dungeon to confirm this.

For now, though, he should probably dry off.

"You should take off those wet clothes," I tell Drake. "Hang them up over with mine, then make sure your sword is dry, or it will start to rust."

I return to my bed and watch as Drake undresses and follows my instructions. Once he's checked and dried his sword, I point at the bathroom and tell him to dry his hair using a towel. He enters it without a problem, then emerges a minute later.

"Are you cold?" I ask him.

Okay, I know it's only been two days since we met, but I have been with someone sooner than that, he's hot, he's hard, and he's shown signs that could suggest he's into me. So I might be hoping a little that he'll want to cuddle up here. Maybe take it a little further.

"Why would I be cold?" He asks.

"Most people are cold after being in the rain for awhile, and need time to warm up, usually by wrapping themselves in a blanket and drinking something strong."

"Do you need to wrap up in a blanket?" He asks.

"I've already warmed back up," I tell him. "Though since we don't have much to do, I wouldn't mind snuggling you on the bed some more. You're warm and cozy."

"Okay," he walks over and joins me on my bed. "Are we lying down to… to snuggle?"

"Lie on your back," I tell him.

He does, then I lie on my right side on his left, resting my head on his shoulder, my body against his side. I place a hand on his chest as I feel my dick rubbing against his leg, and adjust his arm so that it's wrapped around my back with me between it and his body. The scales on his side feel strange against my torso, but not uncomfortable.

Closing my eyes, I enjoy his warmth, using my hand to feel his firm muscles. When my fingers reach his soft nipple, I play with it, hearing his breath catch slightly. So he's sensitive there, is he? Maybe I should start testing the waters a little more. Or the flames, since he's a dragon. Though I'm pretty horny, I'm not going to make him do anything he doesn't feel comfortable with.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," I murmur.

"You're fine."

"I'm about to do more," I move my head, kissing his right nipple as I continue to play with his left.

As I rub and squeeze his left nipple, I use my tongue to lick and push and rub his right nipple, and he gasps a little, rubbing my back with the hand wrapped around me. I spend a few minutes teasing him like this, before shifting so that I'm partially lying on him, his dick rubbing against my stomach. I begin kissing my way down his torso, from his nipples down to his abs, licking the lines between them as his dick rubs against my stomach, mine rubbing against the bed. He must have moved his tail, which I'm glad for. I'm not sure how that would feel.

While I kiss him, I reach down and begin rubbing his boner with his hand, feeling its hard, hot thickness with my fingers as I make him gasp a little again. Drake doesn't protest, just puts his hands on my shoulders, so I continue.

When I reach his crotch, I continue stroking him as I move my mouth to his balls, licking them for several moments before taking the left one into my mouth and sucking on it.

"Mn!" Drake moans softly.

I suck on his left ball for around twenty seconds, then release it and take his right one into my mouth, sucking on it. Meanwhile, I continue stroking his dick, using my left hand to jack him off, doing just enough to pull his foreskin completely off the head before stroking back up.

Drake's left hand leaves my shoulder, and I look up to find him using it to play with his right nipple, his eyes closed as he enjoys this. That's a good sign.

After giving his right ball the same amount of treatment as I gave his left, I release it, then get to work on his dick, licking it as I continue to jack him off, careful to avoid the tip of at it first as I use my left hand to fondle his balls. Once I've teased him enough, I lick up to the tip, taking delight in the soft moans he's giving off.

Drake meets my gaze, and when he does, I take his dick into my mouth. It's definitely longer and thicker than either of the other two I've sucked, but my body remembers what to do, and I manage to go all the way down, taking him all the way in to my mouth. He moves his right hand to my head, playing with my hair as I alternate between deep-throating him, taking him only a few inches in, and just licking him.

It doesn't take long before his breathing quickens more, his moans slightly more erotic. I meet his gaze again as I prepare for his climax, which he hits soon enough. I sink all the way down as I swallow, feeling his hot load hitting my throat. Both of my previous partners only had around seven or eight shots, which I think is normal, but Drake manages fourteen. Once I'm sure there's no more coming, I pull back, using my tongue against the tip of his dick and tasting his salty cum.

Once I've released his dick, I kiss my way up to his mouth, rubbing my crotch against his as I push my tongue into his mouth, wrestling with his tongue, and he begins rubbing my back. I grind against him for several minutes before opening my Inventory and pulling out a bottle I moved in there while grabbing money to buy him clothes two days ago.

Drake doesn't seem to notice as I open the bottle, but he certainly notices when I start rubbing some of the oil in it against his dick, letting out a soft moan different from the ones he was making leading up to it. After coating his dick well, I cap the bottle and set it to the side, then grab his dick and guide it into my ass.

It's been a few months, so I'm pretty tight, resulting in just a slight amount of pain as I take his thick erection into me. Drake gasps, stiffening up as I sink down, feeling him stretch my ass with his dick. After a couple of inches, I release his dick and put both hands on his chest, using my legs to finish lowering myself down, then to lift back up, riding him.

His dick rubs a sensitive spot inside of me with every rise and drop, and after just a minute, Drake starts thrusting his hips, helping me take him all the way in as he rubs my sides, stomach, chest, and back. It doesn't take me long to achieve my orgasm, shooting my load onto us. I keep going as soon as my orgasm ends, not stopping until he reaches a second orgasm, filling my ass with his cum.

For a minute, I just sit here, feeling him inside of me, the heat of his dick and cum inside my ass giving me only a slight discomfort now. Once I start to come down from the high, I pull off of him and lie beside him, not caring that his cum is going to leak out of my ass and onto my bed. It will wash out.

We lie like this for almost twenty minutes, before I break the silence.

"So," I look at him. "Did you enjoy it?"

Drake looks at me, then turns onto his side for a better angle as he presses his lips against mine. Is it time for another round to help us fill our afternoon?