A meeting with Dunefire

Chief Drak'ja Dunefire. The figure who had bid you enter, he now emerges slowly from behind a veil of firelight shadows, which dance fervently on the walls of his tent. Gods, you are stunned as these shadows highlight the body and features of the Chief. He is a great man. A massive man, who is a titan reaching at least seven feet in height. He has a physique of toned musculature, where the muscles of his body surge and course like rising ocean waves, in every step he takes. He is a living Adonis, who surely you think, appears to be more of a statue that was carved from the the face of a red rock mountain, than a being of flesh and bone. A being you see, that like with art on a canvas, is covered then with primal tattoos. Images of swirls, geometric patterns, and animals, that remind mostly of either druidic or Aboriginal art.
Gods.
You try to calm yourself, feeling a little flustered at the sight of the handsome dragon-man. You thank the fact, he seems not to be noticing, as he is more preoccupied by the fact of something else. Something, which takes you a few moments to recognize. A couple possibilities arising in your mind. You wonder is it the way you look, the way you smell? No. It turns out to be neither of these things.
The chief chuckles, confirming what it was, by stating, "Well, when I answered that call, I never expected this to be the sight that would greet me. A human! 'Tis rare indeed, for one of your kind to venture this far. Not many of any race, dare venture into the desolations of the Ifritan Desert. So tell me, what brings one of the Remnant, down this way?"
Remnant?
Confused by this term, you asked the Dragon-folk Chief, what that term meant. You explained while you were human, you really were not from around here. You simply had woken up here, without any explanation as to how or why, and would like some further explanation as to where you were, and what was going on.
Drak'ja rubbed his chin. "A human not from around here you say," he repeated, his jovial expression shifting to one of concern. "My," he continued. "Well the ancestors talked about something like this in their legends. They said every hundred thousand years, there is an alignment of the multiple universes which exist. Some, manage to align with little to no cosmic effect on each other at all, while for others, it results in cosmic bleed-throughs. You my friend, are what they referred to as a, "bleed-through." You have been transferred for some reason or another from your original universe to ours, and are now stuck here, thanks to the fact that event happened in such a swift period of time."
Stuck? Thoughts of panic raced through your head. "You mean I can never go home!?" You exclaim to the chief. "But my friends my family... what will they think, now that I have mysteriously disappeared? I was almost finished with school! I had my whole life ahead of me!"
"And you still do," responded Chief Dunefire, in a reassuring tone. "It simply is a different life in a different world. Just because you are no longer part of your universe, and instead are a resident of ours, doesn't mean the world suddenly has stopped. You can still be an efficient participant in our society as well. We have a number of jobs and trades, which someone like you can learn. If you wish, I can recommend you talk to Tatsu Wraithclaw at Lyndwyrm Watch near the edge of our Outpost. He can get you initiated in the finer points of being a hunter and in being part of Drake's guard. The soldiers, who patrol and keep order in this place.
Also, there is Magda Cronescale. She is a Sand Witch who lives in a cave just due West of here. A very old friend of mine, do not let her youthful appearance fool you. She has been around for many ages, and has forgotten more about the secret and arcane arts whispered by these sands, than most people have ever known. I happen to know she is currently looking for an apprentice. The last one got eaten by an Abysmal Dune Worm, or something like that. Anyway, if you choose to go work for her, I have an amulet I'll need to give you, which acts both as an invitation, as well as a means for you to see her cave. She uses a charm, to keep it hidden from unwanted guests.
Finally, if you noticed when you came into the camp, there is the Sybaris' Simmer. It is a tavern run by my daughter, Vyrna. She as far as I know, had three positions open. One, for a new bartender. The last one quit, complaining he didn't get paid enough. Another, for a security position. She has been having trouble with the Krvni, "The Blood Fangs," recently. Their a small moderately organized gang of thugs, who at the face of it, aren't anything more than local troublemakers. But on the underbelly, they're actually one arm that is connected back to the Sanguarian Aristocracy. Those damned Vampires, who want nothing more than to spread fear, and to make the entire continent of Theozria submit under their control. So if you take that job, know what you're getting into.
Oh. And the third job. This I admit, might be a little different by your standards of work, but here me out. My daughter she runs not only a tavern but a sort of "Pleasure House," on the side, to make ends meet. If you are interested, she had one of her more prideful workers quit, claiming she was on to bigger and better things. So she has an opening for someone interested in that. It will pay extremely well. You get free room and board, and oh, yes. In our society, you don't have to worry about run-ins with the law or societal stigma, with this kind of profession. We Draconguis, as we are known, are evolved above those kinds of notions. We are tolerant and accepting of all orientations be you straight, gay, lesbian, bi..."
The chief smirks and breaths hotly on your neck, as he says this. His breath causes the hairs on your body to stand up as if an electric wave had just passed through them, and you feel a flushed feeling return as he pulled closer, to place a thick hand on what compared to him, was a much smaller framed, though still very toned, chest.
You look up at Drak'ja and his confident expression. You provide to him, a look of awe on your face, as he traces his hand down your chest to the spot of your bulging erection. You gasp slightly, as he begins to fondle it. A gentle touch, showing you how much he wants it. The way he needs it, and has been since you entered that tent..."Oh... Oh God!" you cry out, as suddenly the gentle touch becomes more firm and fast. "Oh yes," you hiss, excited by the feeling of being fondled by this god of a draconguis. This chief, who wants you so much, and who being just as excited as you, suddenly straddles you a pair of cocks that he reveals, after tearing off his lower garments.