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Dragon's Dirty New Job

Part three of five

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Varesh

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Brezzen was more cautious when he went into his fourth scene, knowing a little more that the gryphons were seeking opportunities to take advantage of him and make a mess of things, even though it was not in script, like in the last scene. Brezzen held down his shudder, still feeling the hot reek of piss spilling over his muzzle, how low that had made him feel.

He read the script carefully, making sure that he knew what it was all about, one intended for bi-curious or straight anthro audiences. Although Brezzen had wrinkled his muzzle at it, he thought it would be better as a certain dragoness had turned up to.

Ahmeria. She was beautiful, her body long and lean and rippling with power. Just how they had got in touch with the dragoness who he was interested in mating with, well… That was a question Brezzen didn't need to answer. Out in feral territory, the mountains rose behind them in a striking background, long grass waving gently amongst wildflowers in a beautiful, natural meadow.

“Uh… Greetings, Ahmeria," he said clumsily, his tail tucked down, not knowing what to say. “It is a surprise to see you here."

“Hm?" She glanced at him, too busy watching another newcomer, Larissa, a female gryphon with a crest of pink feathers atop her head. “Yes, greetings, Brezzen. That's all well… I'm well… It seems we will both be gaining new lands for our territory."

He stammered something under his breath, tongue-tied and trying to hold back his eagerness. Was he really going to get to mate with her for the scene? Maybe Ahmeria would then see that he was more than worth being her mate, after she had got a first taste of him!

“Alright, everyone, there's been a change of plans!"

Brezzen stiffened. Oh, what now?

The stoat grinned, rubbing his paws together.

“Now, I want to swap partners. Let's get Larissa, our gryphoness, over here with Brezzen… And Ahmeria can do her scene with Nimmot. You'll be in good claws with him, Ahmeria, and you just shout if you need anything from any of us."

“That's very kind of you, director," Ahmeria said with an open-mouthed dragon smile, showing her teeth but in a friendly fashion. “It should be very interesting indeed to have my first time with a gryphon. Especially with Brezzen watching, though he should be quite engaged with his own lovely partner!"

Larissa churred and fluffed up her brown feathers, her crest twitching and bobbing.

“Oh, you!" She tittered. “You are such a flatterer! I'm sure Brezzen will be more than satisfactory. You've done a few scenes already, haven't you, dragon?"

Brezzen blinked and nodded, not sure what to say. What, so he wasn't going to spend time with Ahmeria, after all that? But it was his chance!

He wheeled around, wings mantled, his jaws hanging agape – but the director already had turned his back on him.

“Director, please, I'd really like to continue with the scene as before! Could we just…"

But the director was not listening, clapping his paws together and getting everyone into position. It was his job, after all, as the director of the whole thing.

“Alright, places, everyone! The longer we dally, the more light we lose! I've got another scene to shoot at the golden hour so let's crack on now!"

Fuming quietly, the dragon was forced to set up with Larissa, who was not a bad looking gryphon at all, even if he was not particularly interested in gryphons. There was a soft scent to her feathers, as if she had bathed in fragranced water, but the richer gryphon musk still rebounded under the surface. It could not be hidden, no matter how much she adorned and anointed her feathers.

The two couples set up facing one another and Brezzen scowled openly as Nimmot gave him a cocky chirp and swished his tail, though the gryphon was wise enough not to rile the dragon up further before the shoot. Evidently they thought giving Brezzen ear buds had helped in his earlier scenes, so he had those again, which helped him get into the moment and the role at least.

“Okay, Brezzen," the gentle, female voice came in his ear, though they had a sense of being more businesslike that time around. “We've got a good scene to do and I think you're going to like this one. Nod if you're ready."

He sighed, taking a deep breath – and nodded. It was all he could do, even as he faced off against the gryphon that, already, he saw to be his rival.

“Good… Director, that's all good…"

She must have been talking to the director, but Brezzen drew himself up tall and pushed out his chest, trying to appear stronger and more imposing. It was not the cameras, after all, he was truly performing for, but Ahmeria.

It would always be Ahmeria.

But there he was with the plain brown gryphon before him, looking like, well…just any other gryphon to him. Larissa didn't even have any of the more defining features of Nimmot, not that he liked Nimmot one little bit, nothing more going for her as he grunted and tried to focus on Ahmeria.

At least I can look at her when I need to get hard.

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“Alright… Everyone good on their scripts?" The director called out, ready to go. “You have your partner, this will be a more flexible scene… Let's see where things go, everyone! Action!"

Nimmot swept into action, bowing low to the ground and sweeping his wing out before him.

“My lady," he said reverently, addressing Ahmeria. “It would be an honour to service you… If you would have one such as I, my sweet."

“Oh!"

Ahmeria chuckled, the dragoness surveying her partner as Brezzen grunted and tried not to wish too much he was in Nimmot's place, appraising him for what was to come.

“Hm… I think that would be quite amenable, Nimmot," she breathed. “But I don't take a mate lightly, so you'll have to show me everything you can do with that tongue of yours first."

“Oh, I am sure I can persuade you, a lady dragon such as yourself," he chirped, as sweet as honey, though Brezzen was sure the gryphon was playing it up as he got to fuck Ahmeria first, before he even got a look in. “Would you be so kind as to lie on your back for me?"

Ahmeria did so, letting her hind legs splay out so the gryphon had easy access between her legs, getting in to the slit that held her sex. Like with Brezzen, her genitalia were held separately to her tail hole, which was tucked up under her tail in a natural position.

“Uh, yes…" Brezzen shook himself, trying not to listen too much to Ahmeria's moans as they cut through the air, that true sweetness of an aroused dragoness flowing lightly, making his nostrils pucker and flare as he dragged in breath after needy breath. “Yes… We should…fuck…"

Larissa cooed at him, dipping and bobbing her beak. He didn't catch the glint in her eye.

“Sure, dragon," she keened, a hint of a screech layered behind her sweet words. “But you'll have to please me too… If you think you're at all up to the task! Maybe I'd do better to wait for sweet Nimmot over there? He's more than stud enough for both of us."

Brezzen bristled but didn't have time to reply as the gryphoness turned around and backed up to his muzzle. The dragon, at the very least, knew what to do then, his muzzle diving under her tail to her sex, which was tucked away in a fluff of thicker fur: so much less convenient than a dragon's sex, of course. It was just one thing more in which dragons, of course, were superior to gryphons.

But Larissa wasn't going to hear that, not from him, no. She didn't care, not as the dragon crudely dug his tongue into her pussy, lacking the finesse and lighter touch that Nimmot had.

But his attention, truly, was not on Larissa at all, shivering and wishing he could look up from the gryphon's pussy, the earthen, deep tones of her arousal tangling obnoxiously with Ahmeria's sweetness in the air. He just wanted to be with Ahmeria, to fuck her, to mate with her… Well, to do anything at all the dragoness wanted of him.

That was all that mattered, truly, but he tried to put on a good show, even though Ahmeria's moans rose and rose, the sound of the dragoness' body shifting back and forth on the ground catching his attention. She was under Nimmot but, somehow, Larissa had ended up above him, grinding back on to his muzzle as if she was the one really in charge between them.

Who knew – maybe she was? It almost didn't feel as if it was up to Brezzen to say anymore.

He wrinkled his muzzle at the bitterer taste of her pussy. It was nowhere near as bad as eating out a gryphon's ass, but, well, not something he would have chosen either. They always seemed to put him in scenes that he wasn't going to enjoy and the dragon wondered if there would be scenes set up again to show him the nuances he could not see during the sex itself. He didn't need a screen set up to get hard that time, his cock throbbing within his slit, slowly pushing out.

Yet the gryphoness' hind end acted like blinkers all on its own, blocking out his view of what he really wanted to see. Ahmeria's cries rose in pitch as she squirmed and thrashed, calling out a name Brezzen had never wanted to hear coming from her lips.

“Oh… Oh… Nimmot!"

The gryphon crooned into the dragon's slit as he dug deep, though Brezzen was not privy to the details of how he brought her off. He still heard her tail thrashing, sweeping through the grass, and her cries bouncing into the air, bursting from lips that really should have been speaking another name.

“Nnngghh…"

“Come on, dragon," Larissa hissed, flipping her tail over his head just to get his attention back on her. “Are you focusing? Your attention should be on me!"

She was a demanding partner, though, really, no more so than a partner who simply wanted his attention. That was not wrong of her and Brezzen rumbled and grumbled his discontent, even as he applied himself to his task. It was even embarrassing to have on camera that the gryphon had been able to get Ahmeria off more swiftly than him, even if he had been distracted by the lovely dragoness. She was so strong and witty, quick with her tongue and a demon in a fight – why wouldn't she just give him the time of day, sometime?

He hissed into Larissa's pussy, putting his long tongue to work, despite how his guts boiled. From the sounds of the cries on the air, it seemed like Nimmot was working at giving Ahmeria another orgasm – and it had to be with his beak and tongue too, for the gryphon was uncharacteristically quiet.

Damn him to the pits of hell…

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It was, perhaps, an overly sensitive assessment of the gryphon's intent, but it was obvious that he'd wanted Ahmeria. He boiled and seethed, his tail thrashing anxiously through the grass as Brezzen flattened the pace behind him, the gryphoness' hind end blocking his view. A part of the dragon, however, whispered to him that he didn't even want to see, not even as he curled his tongue inside Larissa and drew a breathier moan from her beak.

And there was Ahmeria, getting lusciously defiled by a lesser male – and not even that too, but by the very male who had snatched his anal virginity from him not all that long before! Brezzen's body churned with heat, guts twisting, but he had to keep his cool, had to retain his focus for his task. There was only so much, even then, he could do.

The gryphoness, thankfully, responded to his tongue and stopped hurling quips and instructions his way, so he could really focus on his job. It was a relief to Brezzen, however, when she bucked her hips and keened shrilly, raking her claws through the dirt as orgasm hit her. A rush of feminine juices splattered over his tongue as she practically squirted, though it was mostly helped along by the rough hump and grind of her hips. She bore back on to his muzzle as if there was nothing else in her mind, not at that moment and not in any moment that lay ahead at all.

But it was her orgasm to take from him as she climaxed on his muzzle, rivulets of her arousal dripping from his scales. He grunted into her sex, his cock blessedly out and hardening, which at least helped Brezzen be ready for the next part of the scene he had to do. They hadn't even had to say anything to him through his earbuds that time, though it was somewhat comforting that there was someone there to give him direction if he needed it.

Just think of the land you're going to gain, he told himself, returning to his old motivation. That will impress Ahmeria, and you will be doing more scenes than her.

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That meant more land and more power for a dragon: and that was exactly what Brezzen needed to focus on, grunting thickly in the back of his throat as his head swam with desire, clawing and twisting. He wanted Ahmeria, but the gryphoness, at least for the moment, would have to do – and she would serve as a vessel into which to spend his need and his seed.

Even if Nimmot was taking the dragoness he wanted to be his mate. Even if that was going to happen.

He pulled back and tried to make a show of licking off his muzzle, noticing a camera pointed at his head, a little closer than usual. Brezzen grumbled and shivered his wings a little, trying to draw the attention away from his face and the mess the gryphoness had made of it, her arousal still bubbling and dripping from the lightly swollen, parted folds of her pussy. At least they both were ready.

But Brezzen had to press on and took his chance in mounting the gryphoness, though he was facing Nimmot and Ahmeria. The dragoness was still on her back, but her head was not tipped back towards him, focusing only on her gryphon partner of their moment as they set up their “speed dating" round. She splayed her hind legs out further for him as Nimmot moved confidently over her, pressing in close to her hind end with his large, throbbing spire of meat, seeking her slit.

He didn't miss, not like Brezzen had before, sinking home – and then his body blocked out Brezzen's view of their bodies coming together, even as fury roiled within him. The drake mounted Larissa roughly, though she let out a ready croon at that, jabbing and thrusting, gripping her with his front paws and dragging her back on to his cock.

It was a blessing that his dick sank home into her wet, squelching heat, though it did not feel all that much better to him than fucking a gryphon's taint. It was a hole and it was not the hole he wanted, not the body he wanted, not the mind he wanted. Brezzen heaved out a grunt, bearing over her back as he dominated her with his body, though he did not dwarf her when she stood tall and firm for him. The gryphons were really not that small, though there was still a bit of a size difference between them; still, their bodies lined up for the act of mating well enough. Even Nimmot had been able to stand to get up over his back end and cum in him during that other scene too.

“Unff…"

“Okay, Brezzen," his attendant, as he chose to think of her, said through the earbud. “More moans like that, please, that's really great. They want to get a close-up of your cock in her pussy too, so try to move your leg out of the way."

He trembled. There was no victory in mating with Larissa, not when he was watching his chosen mate being taken by his rival right there before his eyes. Nimmot thrust with long, deep strokes as the dragoness quivered under him, a flash of surprise crossing her expression as her jaws hung open.

“Oh… Ohhhhh," she moaned, shaking her head as the spines on the back of her neck dug into the dirt. “That's different… Oh! Keep doing it…ah…just like that…"

“As you wish, my lady…"

He was so much more of a gentleman with Ahmeria than he had been with Brezzen, the contrast stark. Brezzen bristled and fucked Larissa more roughly and crudely, bearing down over her back to forcibly make her bow her front end to the ground.

“Oof! Watch it!"

She seemed to be more hungrily watching Nimmot, despite Brezzen being the one on her back, and he shook himself. Maybe what Ahmeria had felt had been the gryphon's knot. That wasn't his fault, no, he didn't have a knot like that but he couldn't change anything about that, no. Still, he wanted to be the one making her moan like that as he tried to hold off from orgasm, just to show he had the greater stamina, that he was the one out of the two of them who was far more capable of pleasing his partner.

“Mmmph… Yes…. Mmmmm…"

Larissa got more into it as he found the right rhythm and angle – but a gryphon's body just felt so different to him! It was not a like a dragon, no, not even as he groaned and shuddered over her, his tail thrashing as the treacherous rise of orgasm clawed at the back of his mind.

Should he be embarrassed there were cameras there, filming him, so many watching him? Surely they did not know that he wanted Ahmeria to be his mate and that he had failed with her already. Well, he had definitely failed to secure her for his own, considering how she was twisting and moaning so sweetly under Nimmot, as if they were long-time lovers and he understood her body intimately.

“Yes… So close…" She grunted, though his body still obscured Brezzen's view. “Harder… Ahhhhh!"

She roared as climax tore through her, her voice dropping an octave – yet Brezzen lost control then too. Something about seeing Ahmeria go over the edge made him want to orgasm too, though he grunted and tried to hold back, shuddering in place with his cock buried deep.

“Nnnnggghhhhaaahhhhh…"

Brezzen moaned, the tip of his tail twitching, embarrassed to have cum first. The damn gryphon was still going, his head tilted in that cocky little smirk of his, like he knew something, as always, that Brezzen did not. But the dragon was forced to stay there, unloading into the gryphoness while he truly hungered for Ahmeria, knowing they were recording him, that everything about the moment was recorded digitally. With anthros, that meant it would last forever, as far as he knew.

Still, he pulled out slowly, allowing a thick slop of cum to pour from the gryphoness' pussy, Larissa's head hanging as she recovered a little.

“Would have thought you'd at least give me another orgasm, dragon…"

She seemed a little resentful and he fluttered his wings, abashed that he had not been able to get her there with his cock alone. But there was little he could do about that as her pussy leaked his cum and he let the cameras get their shots in, more and more used to how the porn shoots went down after spending so much time doing them. It felt like he had done far more than two scenes prior.

Nimmot finally climaxed inside Ahmeria too, grunting thickly and flaring out his wings as if he was making a show of the whole thing. Rolling his eyes, Brezzen clicked his tongue within his mouth, running it against the cage of his teeth, and waited.

“Alright…" The director called them to pause. “Clean them both up, with your tongues – but first, I want you two to swap. Dragon with dragon, gryphon with gryphon. Got it? Going to be losing light, everyone, chop-chop!"

There was haste in the director's tone and Brezzen was all for it – if that meant he got to fuck Ahmeria, at least that would be something! He had been aware he would be mating with another female for the scene and that it was like a “speed dating" scenario but, frankly, he'd never “speed dated" before and didn't have any idea of what that meant.

He ducked around to Ahmeria, all too glad to leave Larissa behind, though it was not the gryphoness' fault that she wasn't' really his type. But seeing the dragoness there, all splayed out and beautiful, was not quite the picture he had imagined it to be as he dipped his head and lapped softly and sweetly around the edge of her slit.

“Oh, just get your tongue in there, would you?" Ahmeria groaned, fanning her wings out over the grass. “I don't think you're going to do anything near as much for me…unff…as his tongue did."

Brezzen started – but he could show her he was serious and that he was far, far better than Nimmot by acting rather than staying there, stationary. He flicked his tail down, hiding his hind end a little from the cameras, imagining them focusing on his long, skilful tongue strokes, how he dived into the dragoness' slit despite the acrid bite of another male's cum on his tongue.

He grunted, shuddering in revulsion, though he hoped it played off as arousal. He didn't want to be told to do anything different, not when he at least was with Ahmeria for the next part of the scene, slurping lewdly as more cum spilt from her strained sex. The gryphon's cock looked like it had really stretched her out, all to a very surprising extent, but he would do better than that.

Yet…Nimmot had not solely penetrated her vent, however. Her tail hole leaked cream too and he gulped, snaking his tongue lower as he did what he was supposed to, lapping it all up. It was even a bit red around the edge of her pucker, gaping faintly, but seemed to have tightened up more readily than the edges of her slit. Yet the latter was designed to stretch and adjust for sex, of course, even if an anal passage was not designed for penetration.

Not like that, at least. Not with the white stripes of cum lacing the exterior, trickling down over her scales with wet speckles of faeces marking her hole. Brezzen couldn't blame her, of course, for not being perfectly clean back there: it was just part of sex and she couldn't have known the gryphon would take her backdoor entrance.

He gave Ahmeria a lot of leeway, ignoring the dark spots of waste in the cum, trying to clean her up the best he could. Yet Nimmot's musk lingered, heavy and overwhelming, leaving him gagging and coughing under his breath, nostrils sending short puffs of breath washing over her scales.

At least Ahmeria moaned when his tongue flicked back up around her slit and he drove back into her hungrily. Yes… He'd show her he was the better breeding partner, yes! And, if they mated, there would be a chance, even if she was not in heat at that time, she could bear his clutch of eggs too. Then Ahmeria would have to look upon him more favourable, as the father of her little ones.

His cock throbbed, aching for her. Yes, it was Ahmeria he was meant to mate with, the one he wanted above all else. The dragon rumbled a low, drawn-out groan into her sex, his tail flicking anxiously back and forth. Everything else fell away from him, even as her sweetness tangled with the rich, spicy musk of the gryphon. That time, however, there was a dirtier streak in the air, something that felt like it was driving down into his lungs, following the path from his nostrils. The more cum he ate from her, in the process of pleasuring her slit, the more that reek too clung to his scales, as if Nimmot, in his own twisted way, was marking Brezzen all over again too.

“Okay, you can move on to mounting her now. Make it look good."

He blinked, coming back to reality again as he licked off his muzzle. He expected to find Nimmot with Larissa nagging him to do better, but the gryphoness was rolled on to her side, allowing him open access to her sex as thick dollops of dragon seed drooled from her. Nimmot, however, didn't seem to have any qualms about eating out the dragon's cum, not when she keened and fluttered her wings and cooed to him.

“Ohhhh, that's so good…" Larissa moaned, flicking her tail softly against Nimmot's neck. “Mmmm… Oh, your tongue!"

She cried out for the gryphon as if it was the best oral she had ever received, Brezzen bristling faintly as his wings twitched. She hadn't seemed that into him!

But it was not for him to worry about as Ahmeria took charge and presented to him on all fours, lifting her tail out of the way and snaking it around his neck. He shivered. In a way, it reminded him of the collar and bondage from before.

“Come take me then…" She murmured, her voice low and seductive. “I know you've been wanting to…"

And he did, oh, how he did. He clambered over her like a dragon taking his first dragoness, awkward and clumsy in the moment and yet not caring about it. For a moment, he didn't care about the cameras or all the anthros watching, not even as Nimmot took the gryphoness on her side, powering in with his dick hard and wanton, mounting her as if he had done in a thousand times before.

His cock sank home into the dragoness' vent, driving deep… And yet it wasn't enough, not as wet cum squelched around his length, oozing and dripping, reminding Brezzen that all he was getting from his dragoness partner was a round of sloppy seconds.

He groaned, snapping his jaws, playing it off, grinding in deep and trying to mimic, in a way, how Nimmot had thrust. It was what the director had wanted, he told himself, though it stood out that Ahmeria was not crying out and moaning as loudly as she had for the gryphon. But what was it he was doing wrong there?

No… He couldn't be doing anything all that bad, not as he sank into the dragoness' heat again and again, seed oozing around his dick. Brezzen just wished it was his cum, for that would have made sloppy seconds a lot better, if it had come from him.

“Yes… Ohhh… Harder! Ohhhhhh, yesssss!"

The gryphoness wove her head as she flared her wings and hissed, kicking out and scrabbling in her lust as the gryphon thrust her straight into orgasm. Ahmeria, on the contrary, seemed to be mildly enjoying herself, peering at Brezzen from half-lidded eyes, but not anywhere near the extent she had been with Nimmot.

Brezzen shook himself off, considering his goal, performing for the cameras. He didn't like the sense of being watched, but it reminded him of his motivation as he fucked her harder, bringing his aching prick closer and closer to orgasm. He had one tiny trick up his figurative sleeve, however, and that was in using his tail to stimulate the outside of Ahmeria's slit as he fucked her.

“Oh!"

She squeaked as he tried it, grinding lightly over the sensitive spots, trying to take his cues from her. It was crude and undignified and embarrassing that he couldn't get her off without using something other than his cock – but he had to try. The wet glide of cum around his cock that did not belong to him was too overwhelming, her sex clenching around him as if she was trying to get even more sensation.

Maybe his cock wasn't big enough, not after Nimmot's knot.

Yet he couldn't think like that, seed cooling on his scales and the rich aroma of gryphon musk hanging around, along with that dirty bit of waste, which had worked loose from Ahmeria's tail hole during the act itself. That could not be helped and he wove his head back and forth, hammering in as she keened out briefly in climax, her head lowering and her back end grinding roughly back into him.

He climaxed roughly around the same time as Nimmot that time, though Brezzen was unsure how much of that had been the gryphon just letting go at the same time. The light was going, however, as the director called to them to wrap it all up. He seemed a busy guy, but that was none of Brezzen's concern.

No… He pulled out of Ahmeria and hung around, not really knowing what to do with himself, for the ferals did not have to hang around after the shoot was over. It was awkward just waiting with his cock hanging out, still half-hard as if it didn't quite want to retreat into his slit.

Ahmeria sat down with Larissa, laughing and pointing out their swollen vents, how their sexes had swollen, cum dribbling from them even then.

“Look how much he emptied into me!" Ahmeria chuckled, her voice lighter than Brezzen had ever heard it. “I'm going to feel the weight of all this in me for weeks!"

“Oh, but his tongue was amazing! Hey, I'd be up for another round of speed dating with you again, Ahmeria, if you'd like that," Larissa commented, batting her eyelashes at the dragoness. “Maybe even we could sixty-nine?"

Ahmeria blinked.

“What's that? Is it fun?"

The gryphoness grinned, parting her beak wide as her eyes sparkled with friendly mischief.

“Oh, it's very fun! You and me, end to end…"

As Larissa explained just what the sex position was about to Ahmeria, who preferred more traditional dragon mating even if she was up for time with the gryphoness too, Brezzen grunted and angled his gaze away from Nimmot. The gryphon naturally puffed up his chest, carrying his wings a little over his back, which made him look bigger than even he naturally was.

“I could help you out with that again, if you like," Nimmot said, flicking his tail as he gently interrupted their conversation. “I'm always willing to fill a nice lady – and you were fantastic in the scene too, Ahmeria! Will you come back to do a shoot again? How did you find it?"

“Oh! Yes," she confirmed, nodding quickly. “It's a good contract for me and you were a wonderful partner, Nimmot, thank you. I didn't think a knot could feel that good!"

“Well, perhaps your mate is not quite up to par for your tastes then," he teased, though that quip was more for Brezzen's ears than Ahmeria's. “I'm always willing to give you the size and the girth you need and want, anytime, my dear."

Brezzen bristled and snapped his jaws, though didn't know what to say. He'd just eaten the gryphon's cum out of his wanted mate's vent – and if that wasn't a submissive act, well, he didn't know what was. Still, his annoyance bubbled and frothed under the surface, kneading his claws into the ground while the team set up a feast for them – as a thanks for a shoot well down.

He lunged into it, devouring all he could, not caring too much for manners. What was there even for him to worry about there, when there was so much meat, raw and cooked, seasoned and unseasoned, on the long tables that he could have sated himself several times over? Yet the dragon indulged too much as Nimmot laughed with the ladies, enjoying himself clearly, and his resentment brewed.

“Look," Nimmot said, as lewd as ever as he angled himself to show off his dick and sheath, still half-hard, and how he still had Ahmeria's juices slick and drying on him. “You have such a fantastic slit, Ahmeria, I really cannot wait to mate with you again. There's just something about a dragoness like you, you're intoxicating."

“Hey!"

Eventually, Brezzen couldn't stop himself, despite there being nothing there to inebriate him, his tail lashing angrily from side to side as he cockily approached the gryphon. Seated between the dragon and the gryphoness, Nimmot stood, his crest fluffing up faintly, chest puffing out.

“Yes?" Nimmot challenged. “Are you wanting to be involved in how much fun I had fucking Ahmeria too? And Larissa… I don't think they quite had the same feeling about you."

Brezzen snarled and snapped – but that time there was a team there to control him, more anthros around to push him back, someone to talk him down. He was not really all that aggressive of a dragon, to be fair, and had not taken on others to gain territory. But he just couldn't stand that gryphon!

With Brezzen separated, Ambor, the anthro wolf who arranged and conducted interviews, sitting in on scenes occasionally, returned to check in with Nimmot, the gryphon perched on the edge of the feast, having satisfied himself to the point there was a soft paunch to his belly. Yet that was his right to make use of what was offered to him, of course.

“So," he said brightly, clasping his paws before his stomach. “I hear you have an idea for a scene we could do?"

Nimmot grinned. Of course, a gryphon's beak did not technically move, but one could see the mirth and the wickedness sparkling in his dark eyes.

“Yes… It's a little on the niche side, but your viewers will love it. And I think it's the perfect way to put that dragon back in his place…"

Ambor's eyes shone and the wolf's grin stretched wide, showing off his teeth.

“Okay, let's hear all you have to say."

Continued in part four of five…