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Madara was hiding his mirth behind a large fan, watching his mate glower at the gate guards outside the human capital as he handed his sword over for inspection, given that they wanted to make sure it was not magical.
For once, Tobirama was larger than Madara, as the dragon was shifted into the shape of a human as a disguise. Kagami had also shifted into a human shape, and given that he still had not entirely figured out how human legs worked, Madara was carrying him.
Tobirama, lacking the inherent skill to shapeshift, was dressed in a light armor, posing as Madara’s bodyguard. The purpose of their little trip was to peruse the shops for things that Madara had not been able to find on his frequent raids as they prepared for the arrival of little Kagami’s sibling. Well, that, and Tobirama was eager to find more books. Madara had already raided a large library in the neighboring state, but the royal library here was a far more risky venture given that it was located right next to a mage tower. Even Madara in his dragon form would struggle against a whole college of wizards, mages, and sorcerers. It was not a risk he was prepared to take, especially in his delicate situation. So pretending to be human it was.
Tobirama was given his sword back and the trio made their way underneath the large iron portcullis into the bustling city. The sounds, smells, noises, and sights made Kagami squirm around in Madara’s arms, trying to look at everything. Tobirama stuck close to their side, hovering over them as he scanned the crowds for any threats. Most of the humans shied away from the pale naga, clearly afraid of him. That too amused Madara, that the poor creatures had no idea about the bigger threat hiding in plain sight. It was also very endearing just how protective Tobirama had gotten as soon as they had confirmed that there was another egg inside Madara. It made him secretly preen. Tobirama may be smaller than Madara, but for his size he was a fierce warrior.
Though, he was also a bit of a scholar, having worked his way through each and every book that Madara had brought into their lair, so when they entered the mage quarter and Tobirama caught sight of all the books and scrolls on offer, his distraction was understandable.
Tobirama had over the years before Madara had taken over Indra’s cave, frequently visited the location to scavenge for rare herbs and shed scales from the immense Uchiha dragon. Now that he lived together with Madara, it was Madara’s shed he collected to trade. Well, that and his own shed. According to him Naga skin was highly coveted by alchemists. Almost as much as dragon scales. It was their first order of business, so they would get some of the local currency to use to buy whatever caught their fancy.
In the shade of the tall buildings surrounding the marketplace as well as the colorful awnings, Madara slipped his fan into the folds of his voluminous robe and secured his grip on Kagami better since the squirming had not abated one whit. In a quiet voice he reminded his son to stick to one shape for now. Then he paused, watching Tobirama haggle quite expertly with the human vendor, drawing a few other nearby vendors into it when he made it clear that he had both Naga shed and black dragon scales for sale. The offered price kept climbing.
A soft whisper from Kagami drew Madara’s attention to another stall and his eyes briefly flickered red at the sight that met him—A bakeneko posing as a human. The stall it was seated in was covered in all sorts of questionable items, from cursed rings to potions that may very well be poisons. Madara’s grip on Kagami remained firm and he quickly distracted his son by pointing to another vendor, one who sold candies and glazed apples.
As soon as Tobirama had concluded his trade, spreading the goods he had for sale between three vendors who all sported the leather aprons and large goggles of experienced alchemists, Madara steered him over to the candy vendor so that Kagami could get a small treat.
With Kagami distracted by his small tin of sticky purchases, the unusual family wandered further through the market, their small hoard of purchases growing by the minute. It was fortunate that nobody paid them enough attention to wonder how Madara’s shoulder-bag could hold all those things without bursting at the seams.
Later, after a dinner consisting of a hearty stew and fresh bread, they found an inn in the more affluent part of the city and rented a room there. One with a high, arched ceiling. Secure behind the door, Kagami finally shed his clothes and his human form, curling up in the cot the inn had provided for him, tugging the blankets tightly around himself. He was asleep within ten minutes.
Which left Madara still in his human shape, and Tobirama grinning at him, tongue flickering out to scent the air. “Mmm, sssmells like you have sssomething on your mind. Sssomething interesssting.”
He slithered closer and coiled his tail around one of Madara’s legs, sneaking it up under the robe. Without seeing what he was doing, Tobirama had quickly unlatched Madara’s belt with the tip of his tail, and the weight of it pulled the pants down to pool around Madara’s ankles. The underwear followed right after, and then Tobirama grabbed around Madara’s waist, simply picking him up and pushing him against the wall. With his legs dangling in free air, Madara was quick to lift them up and wrap them around the point where Tobirama’s humanoid body morphed into a snake tail, his arms equally wrapped around Tobirama’s shoulders, holding on while Tobirama’s tail explored Madara’s new anatomy.
After a little fumbling, Tobirama hoisted Madara further up and ducked his head underneath the robe. Grabbing around one of the ceiling beams to hold himself up, Madara let out a gasp when Tobirama’s tongue flickered over his hole. Then he squirmed as the tongue started to bully its way inside. Having merely copied human anatomy without giving much thought to it, Madara nearly lost his grip on the beam when the agile tongue brushed against something inside of him that tore a moan out of him.
Wiggling around he managed to move his legs over Tobirama’s shoulders, taking some of the strain off his arms, which proved to be a good decision as Tobirama kept poking his long tongue at that thing inside Madara that sent sparks dancing up and down along his spine. It also made Madara’s new cock that was already outside his body swell and pulse. The temptation to grab it and stroke was great, but Madara did not dare let go of his grip on the ceiling beam, feeling like his balance was currently shot. Instead he jerked his hips slightly forward, letting the cock rub against Tobirama’s face in a slow drag that surely left a slick trail of precum over the scaly skin.
Feeling Tobirama’s tail coil up underneath Madara’s ass he was not surprised when he felt one of Tobirama’s cocks nudge against the sensitive muscle that was currently being stretched by a slick tongue. What did surprise Madara was how big it felt. It was a change from being in his large draconid shape when Tobirama used his entire tail to satisfy Madara. Now a single of those cocks stretched Madara deliciously as it was wiggled in alongside Tobirama’s tongue. The noises Madara let out sounded almost pained but were anything but.
Then Tobirama withdrew his tongue and his second cock squeezed itself into the space that had just been vacated. It was not nearly large enough to accommodate the much thicker cock, and the stretch tiptoed around being too much, making Madara’s whole body tremble.
And then Tobirama wrapped his long tongue around Madara’s cock, sliding up and down in a delicious slick drag and that was too much, too intense—With a loud cry Madara’s whole body jerked and his cock pulsed hard, his seed rushing out of him with an intensity that had the frail human body nearly collapse back against the wall, twitching and shaking.
Madara must have blacked out for a moment, because when he came to, he was cradled against Tobirama’s chest as his mate worked his two cocks slowly in and out of Madara’s hole, expression one of extreme pleasure. It was too much, he was too sensitive, but before he could make his mouth work, Tobirama’s whole body flexed and stilled, and Madara could feel his cocks pulse inside of him and feel the rumble of Tobirama’s groan against his chest.
For a long, drawn out moment they just held each other. Then Tobirama pulled first one cock out, then the second, and Madara felt something hot and wet trickle down along his thighs as he was gently lowered so his feet touched the floor. He remained leaning against the wall, not entirely convinced that the human legs would be able to keep him upright if he tried to walk over to the bed. Fortunately, Tobirama took the hint and picked him up again, carrying him over to the bed and gently placing him down on the bedding.
The wash basin was brought over and filled, and after stripping the soiled robe off Madara, he gently cleaned his skin, then himself, before curling up in the bed around his now much smaller mate. Madara had wanted to talk about how interesting this had been, but his body betrayed him and moments later he was asleep.