“I do apologize for that, Wes. I do not know what came over me.”

“Mmmph…”

Caspar shook his head as he slowly slid back from the semi-conscious rabbit. One moment, he’d been blearily waking up, the next, he’d been balls-deep in the rabbit and humping away without a thought. He didn’t know what had happened, precisely, but he knew that it was certainly atypical of him.

A small blush crossed his cheeks as he saw the bubbling white oozing out of Wes’s backside. As if he needed more proof that he had just taken advantage of a friend –

“My apologies,” he muttered again, sidling to the far end of the bed and sitting there.

As Wes mumbled into the sheets, he looked out the window. He was back at the inn, obviously, but the time between their exploration of the mine and returning was…fuzzy, to say the least. Caspar rubbed his forehead as he tried to remember what had happened.

Going into the underground, looking around for the source of the corruption: he remembered that much. He remembered feeling very proud of Ruby for leading them through the underground so well, meaning to say something but not wanting to interrupt. There had been the water deep down in the depths, followed by the geyser shooting up and the water falling on them afterward.

And then…

He closed his eyes as he tried to pull the memory forward. Something had happened, something that had affected him…quite a bit. He remembered getting hard, being as erect as he’d ever been. Ruby had said something, something that was quiet, desperate. Almost like –

Help me…

Caspar’s eyes went wide as he finally remembered. Her humping the ground, her whimpers filling the air, his cock throbbing as he thought the only way to help her was to fuck the heat out of her –

“Oh, gods…”

The frog leaned his head into his hands, shaking his head. It was a miracle that he hadn’t been able to do it. Mage Leo must have stepped in and stopped them. And now…

Well, at least Wes wasn’t opposed to what happened. It was not precisely good, but at least the rabbit was someone that enjoyed being taken advantage of. And he wasn’t opposed to being with men, even if he wasn’t always interested in it.

Am I truly rationalizing this? Caspar thought. I could have hurt Ruby, and this…

Shaking his head, he forced himself to sit up and take a deep breath. One thing was for certain: he owed Ruby an apology, and he needed to give it immediately, without qualification. There was nothing that he could easily do to make up for this, but he would have to try. Otherwise, what was he?

The frog sat there for a full ten minutes before he heard the soft thump-click of someone at the door. He turned his head as it slid open, nodding as the demon, Leo, Sofia, Emerald, and Ruby joined them. The thought of covering himself with a pillow came to mind, but he decided against it. That sort of modesty would only make things more awkward at this point.

As the others filed in – Emerald blushing and looking away, Ruby sighing, and the demon smirking – he kept quiet. Wes continued to mumble against the blankets, still coming out of the rut.

Eventually, his orange comrade gestured at the rabbit.

“Have a good time?”

“I believe he did, yes,” Caspar said, shaking his head. “Though it was not my intention to wake and do…that. Just as it was not my intention to do…”

He sighed, turning to Ruby.

“I am sorry, Ruby. I did not mean to do what I did in the tunnels. I do not think that I went as far as I fear, but regardless, I should not have done as much as I did. I am sorry, and I beg your forgiveness.”

“…It’s not your fault…It’s the water’s fault,” Ruby said, shaking her head. “It’s fine.”

“You are certain?”

“Well, it was just the water. Or – or whatever it was down there,” the dragoness muttered, hugging herself around the middle and –

Oh. She was still naked. He hadn’t even noticed that. It was almost embarrassing to realize that he’d missed something so obvious, but at the same time, it reassured him that whatever had been burning through his blood had worked its way out. That hard rut with Wes had probably taken the last of it out of his system.

Rubbing the back of his head, he looked at Sofia. Their newest companion was mildly red-faced, and she sat with her legs closed in a way that she didn’t normally. Something had clearly happened while he was unconscious.

“So…may I ask for someone to tell me what has happened?”

“Long story short. You guys got whammied with some sort of horny-magic down in the mines, and while we got some of it off of you, you still drank some of it,” the demon said, crossing one leg over the other. “And then Sofia here was chugging down more water while she was explaining how that worked, and then she got the hots for Emerald and chased him across town, and then fucked Leo.”

“…That is quite a bit to happen while I was unconscious.”

“Heh, happened pretty fast, frog-man.”

“It was not what I wanted to do,” Sofia muttered, shaking her head. “It was all down to the influence of the water. That is all.”

“…Nobody said that you wanted to do it, Miss Sofia,” Caspar said. “If an apology has been rendered and accepted, then I imagine that all involved would like to move on.”

“…Sorry.”

“Anyway, we need to figure out what we are going to do about this,” Ruby said. “And I vote we take care of this as soon as possible.”

“You have my vote on that,” Sofia muttered, rubbing the back of her head. “As…intense as the pleasure is, I don’t like not having control of myself. It’s like…like being back with that goblin.”

“I would argue that,” Caspar said, shaking his head. “While the need was strong, there was nothing that was forcing us to take action.”

“Are you kidding?! Do you think I’d chase Emerald all across town if something wasn’t making me do it?”

“Nnnngh…and not that it wasn’t fun, but I sure as shit didn’t ask ya to get up and fuck my ass,” Wes muttered, the rabbit finally joining the conversation.

Caspar sighed, rubbing his forehead. The demon chuckled.

“I get what he’s saying, though,” their orange friend said, uncrossing and re-crossing his legs, throwing his dick over his thighs. “Thing is, the water ain’t making us do anything that we don’t want to do.”

“Speak for yourself,” Ruby muttered, rolling her eyes.

“I am. I’m just as affected as the rest of you, believe it or not. Sure as hell makes sense why I’ve been even hornier than usual, and why it’s easier for me. I’m just the only one here that doesn’t hold back from my own urges.”

“…He has a point,” Caspar said.

“What, we’re supposed to just give into our urges all the time?” Sofia asked. “We are better than that. We are thinking, decent people. For the most part. No offense.”

“Heh, none taken, because you’re wrong.”

The cat narrowed her eyes at the demon. Caspar shook his head; this was already heading for a confrontation.

And while he wasn’t entirely on the pervert’s side, he had to admit that he was more inclined to be cautious about this than not. He remembered how things had gone down in the mine, and while he felt guilty, he had been able to hold out for quite a while. He hadn’t actually done anything with Ruby until she started asking for help.

Is it excusable? No. But it meant that I was holding out against something I knew was wrong until I was given a reason to think she was okay with it.

And that seemed to be the case for everyone else. Sofia was clearly embarrassed by what her arousal had pushed her to do, but he doubted that she was so void of desire as she claimed. The water might have made her more eager, but it would not have planted some desire that wasn’t there.

“If we leave, then we do not have to deal with this,” Caspar said.

“You serious?” Wes said, arching an eyebrow. “You? Da big bad frog knight? What about dat whole thing about protecting da weak and all dat?”

“First, I am not a knight; I am merely a warrior. Second, they hardly seem to need protection.”

“Dey are fucking all da time!”

“Yes, but consensually; they are enjoying themselves. And if we do damage that sort of care and lust that’s down below, who says that it will make their lives better? More productive, perhaps, but that is hardly something they need to worry about.”

“And besides, it’s fun. Seems a shame to take away all the pleasure that they’re getting from fucking,” the demon said.

“Mage Leo?” Caspar said, looking at the silent magician. “Do you have an opinion?”

“I…I’m trying to think of one.”

“…Emerald?” the frog asked, turning to the dragon. “You’ve been very quiet.”

Emerald opened his mouth…then looked around and closed again. He looked like he was deflating, sagging in on himself.

“Emerald, I understand that you are probably afraid –”

“I d-don’t want t-t-to talk about it.”

“I am sorry, but as a group, it feels that –”

“I d-don’t want to t-talk about it!”

Before anyone could get a word out, Emerald jumped to his feet and ran out of the room. Caspar stared at the door as it slammed shut behind the green dragon, his mouth agape.

“…Was it something I said?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Leo said, shaking his head. “He’s been quiet all day, and – maybe he’s just overwhelmed from everything that’s going on? Or maybe he just doesn’t know what to say? I mean, I’m not sure what to say either, and I don’t know what to do, but –”

“One of us should probably check on him,” the naked imp said, shaking his head. “Probably not a good idea to leave him alone right now.”

“I could –”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Ruby interrupted the cat. “The last thing that he needs right now is to see more of you. I’ll go.”

“Might want to put some clothes on before you head down there,” the demon said, chuckling. “Unless you want to flash your brother again.”

Flipping him off, Ruby got to her feet. Caspar opened his mouth –

“No, it should be me. We’re close enough that I can talk to him while the rest of you can’t. And…he probably doesn’t want to see anyone that could fuck him.”

“…I understand.”

#

Emerald hid in the basement, the green dragon barely holding himself together. Both his hands pressed to the sides of his head, pushing at his skull as if they were the only things holding him together. In a way, that was kind of how it felt; everything throbbed like it was going to burst at any second, and he couldn’t hold himself together in public anymore. He kept thinking things he shouldn’t, kept imagining things that were wrong, and – and – and –

Throb.

Throb.

Throb.

The dragon rolled on his side behind one of the storage barrels in the basement, curling his tail tighter against himself. It was pulled down and forward, sliding up under his crotch and against his stomach. Despite doing nothing with Sofia and the others, he was still…still…

Throb. Throb. Throb.

The water had gotten to him, but it was proof that he didn’t have to do something that he didn’t want to. He’d stayed in the tree. He’d kept his hands to himself. He hadn’t done anything with anyone no matter how badly his body wanted to. No matter how hard he got, no matter how needy his dick felt, he didn’t touch it. And he didn’t touch other people.

But it was hard. So hard. So hard to think, so hard to function when he kept looking around and imagining people naked, or thinking of what they could do with him, or what might happen if he dropped his guard for even a second, or –

“Mmmmph…”

His hips twitched, his cock grinding through his clothes against his tail. Emerald adjusted the longer limb, pressing it to the side of his shaft instead of directly against it, but it barely helped. He hid his face against his tail, trying to ignore the need that kept pulsing and burning inside of him.

Wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong.

It was all wrong.

As he whimpered and squirmed, trying to push all those sexy thoughts out of his head and try and think normally – trying to be normal, to not think of his friends that way – he heard the soft thump of a footstep further back. Was it Barbas, the innkeeper, or was it one of his friends? Or was it –

“Em?”

It was Ruby. In a way, that was almost worst; he flashed back to what he’d been made to do to their old home, what he’d almost done to her, both under the goblin and under Sofia’s spell way back when, and he almost threw up.

Worse, his cock throbbed all the harder, and he felt a wet stain pressing against the front of his pants. The thought alone was enough to make him twitch and spit pre-cum down there. What the hell did that say about him? Why – why – why did he keep wanting something like this? It was wrong.

“Em, are you down here?”

He wanted to be silent. Maybe if he was quiet, Ruby would go away, and then he could just wait it out. Maybe –

No. No, she was family, and that would make her feel hurt, and he didn’t want to make things worse than they already were.

“Mmmph…b-back here,” he managed to mutter.

She moved closer. A few seconds later, he felt her hand against his back; he’d memorized the feeling of it, the size of her fingers, the shape of her palm, the sense of warmth and the firmness of the scales and the familiar claws that he had felt so many times when she’d comforted him in the old house. He remembered all of that, and he stopped shaking quite as much.

“It’s okay,” she said, the same way that she always did.

“No, it’s n-not.”

“Okay, then it will be.”

“Mmmph…”

“Come here…”

She pulled him off the ground. He kept his tail pulled tight to his core as she leaned him against her chest. Bare chest. Turning his head away to keep from leaning on her breasts, he looked anywhere but at her.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t…I don’t w-want to b-be like this,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t – I k-k-keep hearing them…hearing t-things that they w-w-want…and…”

“…You don’t have to feel bad about wanting things, Em. I mean…I don’t want them with the guys, but you can –”

“It’s n-not right…n-not like this, n-n-not with them…”

“What do you mean, like this?”

“I – I don’t know. Thinking. All the thinking. W-what if I f-fuck up? What if I d-d-do something wrong? Wh-what if –”

Ruby hugged him, and she hugged him tight. He leaned against her, soaking up all the pressure, all the familiarity, all the warmth of being close to her.

It was so hard to think, so hard to deal with everything. He couldn’t stop thinking, couldn’t stop freaking out. Anything could go wrong, which meant that everything would go wrong. He was never sure how to feel with sex; every time he tried it, he got so in his head that he stopped enjoying anything about it. It was just…

Things were…

He couldn’t…

“It’s okay. You’re with me,” Ruby said, rubbing his shoulders and arms the way that she always did when he was freaking out. “It’s going to be okay. You’re safe. We’re always safe together.”

“Mmmph…I d-don’t…I don’t w-want…”

He was in that space where he was so horny that he couldn’t think, but it was his sister behind him, which made him have to think. His dick was so hard in his pants that he wanted to rip them off and hump something, anything, but he wanted to be good and not like the thing that Sofia had turned him into that one time, so he didn’t dare touch it. Sex always felt weird, but it was the thing that he needed most, and he –

He was so twisted up that he didn’t know up from down anymore, and he shivered in Ruby’s arms.

“Em, have you…I mean…”

“Mmmph…”

“Have you done anything since we got here?”

“Mmm-mmm,” he grunted, shaking his head.

“Oh, gods…”

“Not right. Not g-g-good. Don’t w-want…to be b-bad…or not s-safe.”

“…Em…”

He could tell he’d said something wrong. He didn’t know what, but something was wrong. He’d fucked it up. He’d done something he shouldn’t. The shivers got worse, and so did the occasional little hip-thrust in the air. Every time he thought he had it under control, his hips twitched again, reminding him that it was the furthest thing from.

“S-sorry. S-so sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay.”

She kept patting his back, but he couldn’t stop. He whimpered, turning his head away. After a few seconds, Ruby groaned.

“I’m going to regret this.”

“R-Ruby?”

“One second.”

She let go of him – gently, but no less wrong for all that. All the blame and guilt came rushing back. He shouldn’t have called her to him, shouldn’t have admitted that he was down here, shouldn’t have –

Couldn’t –

Why –

What was –

Thunk.

He forced himself to turn around and look and – his eyes went wide.

Ruby had broken open one of the water barrels and had her head under the surface of it. Emerald stared as she gulped down the water mouthful by mouthful, forcing it into her system, deliberately sucking down what they knew made them – made them like this. His jaw dropped as he saw the changes, her nipples hardening and her juices flowing down her thighs –

She’s my sister, I can’t just –

But at the same time, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was…she was beautiful, perfect, and…and…

Safe.

Safe to stare at. Safe to be weak with. Safe to be around. She – she was wet and sexual and completely wrong for everything that he imagined as his sister, but at the same time –

Throb-throb-throb-throb.

He could feel his heart beating through his dick as Ruby chugged the water barrel’s contents, sucking down what had to be a pitcher of the stuff. When she finally yanked her head back from the water, she was soaked to the scale, her eyes wide, her arms and legs shaking. She turned to him, red streaking across her blue scales, her hair flopped over one side of her face…and she smiled.

“R-Ruby?”

She didn’t say anything as she walked across the basement floor to him. There was the faintest sway in her steps, something that she’d never done before while she was naked, not with him or others. She smiled, too, a faint thing, barely there, but it still had all the love and affection that they’d shared growing up together…

Alone…

Siblings together…

He couldn’t move before she reached him. As she pressed both her hands to his face, pulling him in for a kiss, he finally thought that maybe he should move. Maybe he should do something, anything, but –

Then their lips met.

For a split-second, it was just the soft, gentle kiss that they’d shared as siblings a few hundred times before, but then – then their lips parted.

And the water rushed in.

Emerald’s eyes went wide as he realized what she was doing, but by then, it was too late. He swallowed, moaned, and he thrust up against her.

#

Ruby’s brain was almost completely empty. The only thing that was keeping her focused was the same thing that made her drink the water from the barrel in the first place: taking care of Em. She moaned into the kiss – she didn’t like men, she didn’t like the idea of sex with a cock involved, but she loved her brother. It was her job to take care of him, one way or another, and in this headspace…

Take care of Em…

That thought became ‘take care of his cock, take care of his needs, take care of his fears.’ It became something far from the chaste relationship that they’d shared.

I’m not…like this…

But the water helped her be like this. For now. For him.

It didn’t take long for them to fall to the ground together. Emerald was barely catching his breath and his cock was harder than ever after she gave him that mouthful of water. He must have been trying so hard to keep it down and –

And…

Thinking…

Hard…

She moaned as her hips hunched, thrusting against air as she fumbled with his pants. The knot holding the leather trousers up was almost as complicated as some of the locks she’d seen Wes break open, but –

Pulse.

Clench.

Pulse.

Clench.

There was a need between her legs and under her tail that she could no longer deny. It didn’t matter that a dick was involved. It didn’t matter that she was about to do something that she’d never be able to walk back. She…she needed this.

And Emerald needed it just as bad, or she wouldn’t have been able to do this.

She pulled his pants down, working them out around his tail and under his butt. As soon as his trousers hit his ankles, she slid forward, doing her best to ignore his cock –

“Mmmmph…”

But how did you ignore something that throbbed so hard between your legs, that felt so right pressed against your pussy, that was begging for the sort of attention that only she could give to it? It twitched, oozing, pre-cum grinding against her swelling pussy. She shivered as she reached down, rubbing her clit as she ground against him.

Her brother.

Her brother’s cock.

It was a faint attempt of some part of her to try and push back against this insane idea, but it was buried beneath the inferno that had taken hold of her mind and body. She couldn’t think of anything beyond the lust that seared at her core and the urgent need to take care of her brother. His cock…his cock was the thing that needed to be taken care of, and she was the only one that could do it, and…and…

She slid forward, back, forward, back. He grabbed for her, his mouth hanging open as he panted. They were both past words, but they spoke with touch. A gentle push, and she responded with a grind back. He reached up and pressed a hand to her breast, and she grabbed it and held him close. He whimpered, she smiled. He moaned, she gasped.

They slid together, grinding, pressing down on each other. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, and she couldn’t hold back. Another slide, this time leaning forward, then pushing back –

POP!

It wasn’t meant to feel that good, but she was so lost to the aphrodisiacs she didn’t care. A little whimper turned into a moan that she didn’t expect. He felt…good inside of her, and she…she saw him finally stop shaking.

He was feeling better.

She was making it better for him.

With a shaky smile, Ruby leaned back, letting his cock slide deeper. The thought of what she was doing faded, replaced by the pleasure of just getting something. It didn’t take long for her to get used to the feeling of Emerald’s cock inside of her, her guilt and shame and even her own orientation buried beneath the simple satisfaction of the painful need the water gave her. She pressed her hands to the back of her head, letting every bit of her body be shown off as she started to lift herself up…

SMACK!

Then back down, slamming her hips against his cock. Up again, feeling his shaft sliding out of her, feeling every last inch of it –

SMACK!

Then back down, wetness squelching out and around, puddling around them both. Oh, it was good. It was good. Not what she needed, not what she wanted, but it was what Emerald needed, and it was what her body craved.

Relief.

Blessed.

Fucking.

Relief.

Up, down, up, down. Her riding got steadier, easier, and Emerald helped by grabbing her and guiding her. She kept her hands behind her head, feeling her breasts smacking gently against her chest on every downswing. If she closed her eyes, she could forget that it was her brother under her.

Instead, she looked at him, and with the water and the magic rushing through her, she forgot why fucking her brother was a bad thing. Instead, she felt so…safe, just like she knew he felt with her. They were together, they were right for each other, they felt so perfect against each other and inside and – and – fuck she was already right on the edge, and he was throbbing inside of her and – and there was something – and she should stop – but she didn’t – she couldn’t –

She moaned, he moaned, and they came together. Her juices squirted over his crotch and his cum shot deep inside. She could feel the heat almost immediately, felt the swell and flood saturating her insides. One hand went from her head to her stomach, swearing that she could feel every bit of it, every drop of his seed. It was…it was so intense, and yet wrong, and – shame and guilt and yes and no and so much more rushed through her head, only to be flooded out by something far more powerful.

The magic hit her again, forcing her heat higher. One orgasm wasn’t enough. She needed more, and from the way Emerald stared up at her, panting and mouthing ‘please,’ she knew that she wasn’t the only one that felt that way.

So, she smiled…and went back to riding him.

#

One hour later…

“Helloooooo?”

He looked around the corner to the basement. Barbas had said that Ruby had come down the stairs and gone straight for it, which meant that her brother had probably gone hiding in the darkest part of the inn. Couldn’t blame him; the way that he’d run off, it made him think of all his old colleagues chasing people around Hell. Sometimes people made worse demons for themselves than anything Hell could send after them.

He walked down the steps, whistling as he did. The last thing that he needed was to sabotage what little good relationship he had with the dragons by stumbling onto them in something embarrassing. While it’d be fun to tease them, he was pretty sure that there were enough heavy objects in the room for Ruby to throw at him to regret it later.

“Hello?” he called again. “You two still down here? Or are you – ooooooh ho ho, someone got busy…”

Chuckling, the demon leaned against a nearby crate. The two dragons were unconscious, still linked at the hips. White cum and clear fem-juices smeared them both, and Emerald looked like he’d finally come down from whatever was driving him crazy. The demon shook his head as he looked at the open barrel further away, then back at them.

“Crazy girl…”

Shaking his head, he puffed a little more fire over them both. Knowing their true names, he could do that without hurting them, and at least it cleaned off the sex smell. He carefully dragged them apart and threw a storage blanket over both of them.

Wouldn’t get rid of the memory, but at least they wouldn’t have to wake up absolutely humiliated. Funny as that would be. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he turned around and headed back to the stairs.

I’ll give them 48 hours before I start teasing them, he thought. That should make it okay. Because that’s gonna be funny.