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Booty For The New Crew 2

Life aboard the Chirp of Liscious had been as tumultuous as the seas since their maiden voyage. Though their bounty had been plentiful and their reputation had steadily grown as Captain Storm led them from one island to the next across the Ijimulian, things were not as solid on deck as they hoped.

Their very first excursion brought them to an island hidden deep in the Ijimulian Archipelago that housed a skull-shaped mountain and a hoard of gold that was capped off by a single chest filled with dozens of different potions, each one offering a slightly different effect. These potions were fun at first, as they made the crew members strong or virile or would swap their genders, but less than a week after learning their positive effects, they were starting to negatively affect the captain thanks to a leaking mist that had seeped out through the cracks in the chest and the cork of the vials.

Storm was always known as a dominant, possessive, and territorial drake - it's what made him such a great captain - but his more dragon-like hoarding tendencies were amplified the more time he spent around this chest full of potions. He grew increasingly nasty towards others, snapping at them when they asked for access to the potions or just being rude and commanding beyond reason when at the helm. The shift in his demeanour wasn't easy to see at first since Storm was always strict and was known to be dominant in all aspects of his life, but this quickly grew to be too much for some.

After only five excursions, the eternally chipper Setsune decided to remain ashore and seek out camaraderie on another pirate vessel. Axial remained on board, but only because he was the type who wasn't bothered by a curmudgeon of a captain. Around the same time, two new crew members joined up to become integral parts of the team.

Xander was the first to join. As an otter, he was naturally gifted to life on the high seas due to his natural ability to swim and fish. He also had experience as a bartender while on shore, so he served not only as the expert mixer of drinks but also as a culinary artist and cook for the crew.

Vel'Gahrus was next to join, and he was a perfect addition to the team not only as a deck-lad who conveyed orders and instructions from one crew member to the next but he also owned a rather large orchard on the mainland that sat in a valley connected to a cave system that was perfect for hiding their booty when they came ashore. He was eager, he was skilled with a blade and flintlock combo, and he was shockingly hardy while not being too hard; as a dragon he was durable, not closed off.

In all, the Chirp of Liscious had a crew of seven in total. It was not a particularly large crew, but they worked well together and were very successful when it came to hauling back the goods. Storm the gryphon was the captain except when he was incapacitated by his lust and greed. Urai the dragon was his quartermaster and navigator and would take over as captain when Storm wasn't able to lead. Both Xander and Vel served in similar roles with a lot of overlap, with both working as cooks and deck-lads responsible for general maintenance and documentation. Where they differed was that Xander also worked as a coin bookkeeper while Vel was the one responsible for keeping the powder dry.

Ithilwen the she-wolf was first mate, the one in charge if and when Storm and/or Urai were incapacitated. She operated as an in-between, serving as a bridge to link the workers and the leaders, which in a way made her the most important one on the ship. In addition to functioning as a gunner and sword master, she was also the boatswain and carpenter, making ship maintenance her responsibility. Axial was a jack of all trades, as he was the strong one that helped raise the sails, oversee the battles, was an expert gunner and swordsman - even better than Ithilwen - and the one who did all the dirty work in between fights. That dirty work was often cleaned up by Therris, the chimeran doctor who was in charge of keeping the crew alive through magic, medical expertise, and anything in between.

The crew was pretty tight, which was why it hurt so bad when Ithilwen and Urai both staged a mutiny to demand that the chest of potions be tossed into the sea with rocks weighing it down. The two of them had plotted for weeks as they saw the negative impact of the potions on the captain, and one day after a rather explosive outburst over the delay of a meal, they both stepped in with Axial to lay down the law on the Chirp of Liscious, citing pirate code. It had gotten so bad that Storm was hunched over, occasionally walking on all fours and showing signs of aggressive feral tendencies.

Unlike the law of the land, the pirate code dictated that all members of the ship were equally important to the survival of the crew. While the captain was revered as the strongest and best leader and was almost always voted upon to fill that role by unanimous decision, a captain would only remain in that position if they could maintain the strength and intelligence that got them there. If a captain was unfit to lead, they would be upset by the quartermaster or first mate, both of which agreed that Storm was showing cracks in his stability and needed to be dealt with.

Luckily for the crew and captain alike, Storm was lucid and reasonable enough to see the error in his ways, dutifully conceding that Ithilwen and Urai were right and that the chest of potions needed to be disposed of. That night, they threw it overboard at an undefined location without land in sight.

The only problem was that Storm had expected this and had saved a few of the vials of potion and hid them in his quarters, where he continued to fawn over them for weeks. Given the fact that the chest had been thrown overboard, he wasn't getting any worse or more aggressive, but the potions he kept did ensure that he never got better, either. This led to Urai having to take over on their next quest.

Storm knew that it was best for him and his crew if he took some time off, so he had no problems relaxing in the captain's quarters for the duration of the trip out to their destination. The only thing he demanded while relegated to second in command was the occasional company of Ithilwen, Urai, Vel, and Xander, the four willing to offer themselves to him. He was quite the insatiable drake, and the crew agreed that his accolades in such a short time were worthy of the sort of attention he demanded; doubly so, as the only way they could satisfy his building rage was to keep him in an orgasmic loop.

This kept up with him cycling between the four willing partners until they reached their goal, an island in the middle of the archipelago with a pair of elongated mountain ranges each with their own distinct temple jutting out on top. A massive dragon was said to be protecting these mountains, and that there was a hoard unlike any other on their summit if one could get past the dragon.

"Quartermaster Urai! I see it! Gold Peaks Island!" Ithilwen called out from the bow of the ship. "A beacon of gold reflects from the summit, calling us to its riches!" She smiled and pulled back her feathered cap to get a better look at what had drawn her gaze. To her, it appeared to be a mountain like any other, except instead of being covered in snow at its peak, it was covered in what appeared to be a reflective, golden summit that took the suns rays and redirected them in every direction at once.

The island was known for attracting many pirates, treasure hunters, and naval officers looking for a boost in coin on the side, but none came away richer than they'd arrived. Not even Ilorek and Valencia's vessel, the Storm of the Rift, dared try to pillage from Gold Peaks Island, for the dragon that protected the hoard was mighty and very territorial. He didn't kill those who came but warned them that if they came back he would eat them, and given his size, folks believed him.

Of course, this meant that the legend of the dragon on Gold Peaks Island grew more and more with each passing year, and it meant that Captain Storm would get more and more pride out of besting him. The crew may have felt that the captain was too aggressive in some respects, but agreed with him that a literal mountain of gold and glory was worth the risk that came with challenging an ancient, full-sized dragon. And, since the dragon was known to not kill those during their first offence, there was no risk involved in giving it a shot, especially since it had been weeks since shares had been plundered.

"Perfect!" Urai called back as he cranked the wheel behind the helm. "Drop anchor before we hit the sandbar, we'll take a skiff ashore. Ithilwen, you go get Storm, Xander, and Vel. Axial, you stay on deck and watch over the ship in our absence. You've been to this island before and I don't want to risk having the dragon recognize you."

Axial offered a salute and started to lower the sails in order to slow their movement. At the same time, Ithilwen slipped below deck to get Storm from his quarters; she knew this was always a risk since the captain was 'engaged' with Xander and Vel, and he hated it when he was interrupted.

She raised her hand to knock on his door, but it pulled away from her as Vel'Gahrus stood before her with a broad grin upon his face. He had that familiar glow and a subtle bowing of his legs, which told Ithilwen that he and Storm must have just finished up. Behind him, Xander was pulling up his trousers as a visible trickle of gryphon seed drooled out from under his strong and thick tail.

"Jolly ho!" Vel said with a pleasant chirp. "I take it we're to depart?"

"Yeah. Urai says we're all going ashore aside from Axial, who will be watching over the ship." Ithilwen explained. Part of her wanted to comment on how this might have been a bad time, but on a pirate ship, there was no such thing as 'a bad time'. Everyone had their fun, and nobody held shame.

Storm rolled out of his hammock and stood tall over the other three and put on his trousers, hunched over like a raptor due to his height compared to the size of the ship. "And under whose authority are w-"

"Quartermaster Urai's in charge at this time, captain." Ithilwen interrupted him. "Do we need to have a discussion about the pirate code again?" Though she tried to hide it, she loved it when she got to put the captain in his place; as first mate, she was one of only two who had that power.

Xander walked past her with the same pleased yet bowlegged stance that Vel had shown upon first answering the door. He offered a salute, then tightened his dew-rag. "M'lady! I hope you don't mind that we took care of the captain already; your services are not needed." He and Ithilwen had a healthy competition between them concerning who was the better partner to the captain since Ithilwen was the only female on board and he was naturally competitive. All in good fun, but it occasionally appeared hostile to outsiders.

Ithilwen sighed and adjusted her hat as he and Vel both walked by, sniffing at each other as they went up the stairs to the main deck. Now left with just she and Storm, she stepped into his room and closed the door behind her. "Captain, we're worried about you." She stated while staring directly into his eyes. "You don't seem to be getting better even though we dropped the chest in the open ocean. Dasa said you should be getting better if you were nowhere near the leaking potions." She stepped away from the door, trying her best to look intimidating and in-control.

The lighting in his cabin was dim, so he was mostly blanketed in shadow as he turned to her, hissing gently. "I am none of your concern, Ithilwen. You worry about the others, and I will worry about me. Understood?" He grabbed for his sword but was stopped by her.

She leaned in close and rubbed her paw up against his groin, peeling back his pants and sheath to expose his slick, royal purple cock tip. A powerful musky scent billowed up and completely enveloped her, its aroma so thick she could literally taste it in the back of her throat. As she gave it a rub and a squeeze, she saw what little light danced from the lanterns lining the walls reflecting off a series of gooey cum strands bridging from her fingertips to his shaft. "There's more to the pirate life than fucking all your crew members and taking a share of the booty. You gotta get out there again. You gotta wield your weapon and show those out there that you're more than a pirate whore."

Ithilwen was being deliberately hostile because she knew that it would fire him up and inspire him to action. In truth, she was remorseful about having lost the potion crate, for as much as it pained her to admit, she loved it when he and she got together to enjoy one another physically with the aid of said potions. He was so much larger than she was, and the potions helped her to better take his knot without much resistance; tying a gryphon was one of the best things she got to enjoy in her time as a pirate and she hadn't been able to enjoy his company as thoroughly after they tossed the chest.

He huffed at her and stepped out from the shadows to better reveal himself. To her surprise, he had undergone a visible change since she'd last seen him and his body was twisted in a way that made it clear he was no longer strictly bipedal. No, he looked like he was somewhere between two and four-legged, and that scared her. All this time, She was worried that his feral side was taking over and she now understood why; for the longest time they assumed he was just getting sexually aggressive and irritable, but now it was clear that he was undergoing a physical transformation.

"Maybe you should stay back." She cautioned, knowing full well that he would still want to join them on their quest now that she had challenged him. It was clear that his aggression and strength were both valuable in a potential fight against a full-sized dragon that was territorial. Knowing that she'd challenged him, she turned and walked out of his quarters and back up to the deck before he answered, only to nearly be knocked over as she felt the tug of the anchor snagging on the sandbar below.

There, she saw all of the crew sans Storm each individually rushing to their stations to park the ship and prep the skiff for an excursion ashore. The only exception was Therris, who was with Urai.

"Quartermaster, may I request permission to stay on the ship with Axial? I have no combat experience and would not do well in a fight with a dragon. He'd just eat me, and I'd be no good to you." He was saying, a hint of concern in his voice. He was the ship's doctor, after all, and was more likely to get in the way than land a blow on a flying dragon with a pistol or even a blunderbuss.

But Urai was a good leader and knew better. "Therris, dear, I understand your concern but I'm going to deny your request. While you are not a combatant yourself, you would be a very valuable asset in the event of battle. We need you to help clean wounds and heal injuries if they come about, and if nothing else another pair of strong hands like yours would be helpful in hauling back booty from the summit. The only reason Axial is staying back is that he's been here before and the dragon is said to kill anyone he sees a second time." He cranked the wheel and wrapped a rope around one of the handles to keep it steady. "Your response, mate?"

Therris nodded. "Aye, quartermaster. I will prepare myself and I will see you ashore!" He then turned and joined Vel'Gahrus and Xander as they stocked up the first of two skiffs.

At that moment, Storm emerged from below deck and smiled as he felt the whip of wind upon his facial feathers. "A wonderful day for glory." He said, seemingly calm and rational despite weeks of descent into abject madness. "Can't wait to be swimming in yet another pile of gold and jewels."

"Glad to hear it, captain." Ithilwen encouraged him.

Urai pointed towards the nearest peak as Storm blinked and adjusted his eyes. "That is our destination and that is where the dragon should be. I've not seen him flying patrol in any direction so he must be napping or hunting. Either way, we have quite the day ahead of us. So you should get ready."

Storm bristled and stood tall on his hind legs, showing his size compared to the other crew members. "I'm always ready. Let's go." His voice was gruff and commanding, like how he was when not under the influence of the potion's feral effects.

Urai, Therris, and Ithilwen all hopped onto one skiff, while Vel'Gahrus, Storm, and Xander went on the other with Axial staying on deck to make sure the ship didn't float off. Both skiffs were stocked with dried meats, fresh fruits, loaves of bread, heavy fabric sacks for hauling coin, and one chest each. Though all six of them could have fit on just one of the boats, they wanted to have a lot of room to haul and store the booty if and when they came back with a glorious haul.

It would truly be glorious, as long as they managed to make it out without being eaten.

Urai's skiff slid ashore first, with him hopping out in the surf to pull it as far up the beach as it could go. He knew the tide would be coming in soon enough, so he wrapped a rope around the bow and the nearest tree lining the edge of the tropical forest that was bordered by the beach. Storm's skiff came soon thereafter and he did the same thing by tying the boat to the nearest tree.

Each of them were fully decked out in their pirate gear, wearing a combination of light shirts, belts and straps to holster guns and swords, and heavy, thick boots to ensure they didn't get bitten by snakes or snagged up in vines.

Urai went first with Storm taking up the rear; they were the two in command, so it was important that they were first and last in the line. They each wielded their cutlasses to chop through the forest, forging a path from their landing point to the base of the mountain.

Unlike their first few expeditions, this one was stunningly straightforward. They could literally see the glint of sunlight reflecting off their goal, and they weren't expected to go underground for many reasons. All they needed to do was forge a straight path from one location to the other, with the only obstacles being the dragon that was said to protect the peak and the climbing of the rather steep mountain. No texts had mentioned curses or an undead army or traps, like many of the islands housed.

Up front, Ithilwen made her way next to Urai, ensuring the both of them were together and close enough to chat without the others hearing too well. "He seems to be doing well, but I have some concerns." She observed, casually glancing past Therris, Vel, and Xander, purposefully nonchalant.

Urai nodded and kept hacking at the thick, tropical underbrush. "Yeah, I can tell. Is it just me or is he bigger yet shorter at the same time? Think he still has the potions?"

"Oh, I'm absolutely certain he has at least one. Pretty sure he's got it hidden away in his quarters, but I can't find it and I'm not going to be burrowing through his stuff to find out."

"Afraid of the captain?" Urai joked.

"No, but I respect him enough to not invade his privacy. You've seen how he acts when he feels slighted, I don't want to willingly contribute to that." She paused and half-cocked a grin. "And yeah, I guess you could say I'm a little afraid of what he might do, but mostly the respect thing."

Urai kept pushing forward through the underbrush, hacking at the ferns while he subtly leaned in to whisper to her. "A crew should never, ever be afraid of their captain. We might have to take matters into our own hands someday, and I want you to be prepared for that. Can I count on you?"

She nodded but didn't say a word. Yes, Urai could count on her support, but only if necessary.

Meanwhile, Therris was next in line and had two large sacks slung over either of his shoulders. He was small, but he had equine blood in him and was a great workhorse for hauling coin and jewels. Urai was right to force him to come along, but that still didn't make him feel good. He knew that a fight could break out and it would be the six of them against a dragon, a matchup that would almost certainly result in injuries on both sides, injuries he would have to fix.

Of course, he also understood that such inevitable events were what gave him value. No matter how much he may have worried about combat given his preference for pacifism, he knew he was an important figure aboard the ship, especially with Urai as quartermaster. Urai was as skilled as he in the ways of healing but was too busy navigating and occasionally acting as captain aboard the Chirp of Liscious, so almost all of the curing duties fell to Therris.

"Promise me you won't get hurt." Therris insisted to both Vel and Xander. They were just behind him and were both chatting among one another, but both gave him a salute.

"That's the plan." Xander confirmed as he bowed.

"Isn't it always?" Vel added with a raised eyebrow.

Therris nodded. "Sure, but especially when fighting dragons. One slash from his claws might be more than I can heal if he hits you. A burn might char you and fry your brain before I can reverse it. A dragon's fire is incredibly dangerous, you know."

Storm reached forward with his cutlass and tapped Therris on the forehead with the blunt side of it. "Don't get your mane in a huff, Therris. This dragon doesn't breath fire, he just flies and sweeps by to discourage those who dare set foot upon this island. You just stay back when we get to the summit, we will call you if we need it. Don't need your body in our way when we engage him, got it?"

"Aye captain. Wasn't planning on getting in the way, just giving advice is all." Therris answered.

"I really don't think 'don't get killed' is the sort of advice that needs to be doled out. I'm pretty sure we can all agree that getting hurt is bad. Not just for the self, but for the whole crew. So, don't get hurt, don't be useless, and carry your weight in gold and we all go back to the ship happy." Storm was being gruff and hard on purpose, for he knew that his aura had been somewhat tarnished by his weeks relegated below deck due to the potions he'd been harbouring.

Vel and Xander were trying their best to stay out of the discussion since both preferred to stay out of conflict as best they could. Sure, crossing blades with an enemy ship or defending against violent sea creatures that wanted to kill them was one thing, but arguing with fellow crew members was something else entirely, something best not to get involved in. They both quickly pulled ahead of Therris to let he and storm have their discussion while getting closer to Urai and Ithilwen.

"You know, I have to admit that while life on the high seas can be a little stressful, it's also a lot of fun!" Vel confessed, trying his best to remain positive while the two ahead planned a soft mutiny and the two in back argued over the value of a non-combatant on board a pirate vessel. He just wanted to earn some booty, and offer his booty to his fellow crew members, since the few weeks he'd been aboard were all fun and exciting to him, even if there was a bit more danger than he'd have liked. As a dragon, he was always looking to expand upon his hoard and knew that he could do so as a pirate.

Luckily, Xander felt the exact same way. He had also only been a member of the crew for a few weeks and was in love with the lifestyle already. As an otter, he was both a perfect swimmer and a lover of shiny things, especially if those shiny things could be used for buying stuff. "Yeah, it fits me perfect. I used to do a lot of barkeeping back on the mainland, so I was getting a lot of action and was always around drunk folk; out here it's not much different, I think. The main thing is that I get to be with the same three blokes each day instead of a new stud each night."

"Hmm, yeah." Vel smiled and fantasized a bit more about their time with Storm before coming ashore; he could still feel the slosh of gryphon essence deep within him. "I must also confess that the benefits of being pumped full by the captain are an incentive to stick around all on its own. Aggressive or not, that gryphon knows how to make me squeal!"

With a light chuckle, Xander nodded in agreement. "Oh trust me, I know. I was there, and you can be really loud when you're into it. Just, uh, you know, try to keep it down a bit when we're supposed to be working above deck." He kept pushing forward, careful to not walk too fast or slow down, that way he and Vel could continue to chat without being interrupted. "Honestly, I've been with stallions and dragons and dire wolves, but none fill me quite like Storm."

"What was that?" The captain called from the rear of the line. "I heard my name." He wasn't trying to be aggressive or nasty in any way - he wasn't trying to call them out - but he was keen on not being left out of any conversation that took place in his presence. He was captain, after all.

Vel and Xander turned to each other with mirrored smiles as Vel tipped his hat to the captain. "You know, the usual! Just talking about how full we feel thanks to that massive knot of yours!"

"Oh! Yeah, that makes sense. Carry on then, matey! But speak up, let the crew hear your-"

Though Storm's voice was powerful, he was cut off mid-sentence by the sound of a bellowing dragon in the skies above them. All six crew members stopped in their tracks, worried they may have been attracting the ire of the dragon in their quest to the mountain. While they waited in place a shadow blew over them followed by another mighty roar.

Storm sprung into action as the one who felt the greatest need to prove himself. "Meet me at the summit, I'll take on this dragon!" He said before clawing his way up the nearest tree and kicking himself into the sky through the dense canopy, wings spread to catch a breeze and gain some lift. He was off, chasing after the dragon, leaving his crew on the ground to silently gather coin in his absence.

"He does know we can't fly, right?" Xander joked as he looked to Urai for guidance.

Urai sighed and shook his head in disdain. "Yeah, he knows, but he's still not entirely thinking right. Come on guys, let's go, the sooner we can make it to the summit of that gold-tipped mountain, the better. If he keeps the dragon busy long enough, we might even be able to make off with a few sacks of gold before anything bad happens." He motioned for the others to follow and started barreling through the underbrush, slicing away what he could and pushing the rest to the side.

The others all followed in close proximity, each hacking and slashing to widen the path. Ithilwen did what she could with her geomancy skills to remove the vegetation without destroying it, but it wasn't enough. Vel and Xander were still together and were small enough that they could duck under many of the larger ferns, but Therris was the one who seemed most upset.

"Why would he do that?" He muttered to himself, not expecting any others to hear. "We were just talking about the virtues of not leaping into battle!"

No answer came, of course, and the group of them all emerged into an open tropical meadow made of ferns and flowers and tall grasses cut down the middle by a meandering stream. There, they could see the battle taking place in the skies above them. Storm and the dragon - a gray and black scaled beast of a creature that had to be twenty meters long or more - were dancing in the skies, twirling and diving about one another while doing their best to avoid attacks while landing a few hits of their own. Despite Storm being hunched over and not looking his best while on foot, he was as graceful and dangerous in the air as any, only he was less than a third the size of the dragon.

"Come on, let's not waste a moment of Storm's time. If he's using this as a distraction, we really shouldn't be sitting here gawking." Urai insisted as he looked over to the foothills of the mountain. From his vantage point, he assumed it would take the better part of an hour to reach the summit even if they were going as fast as they could on foot, which gave him an idea.

Axial was not in their raiding party, and he was instead flanked by four small companions, each small enough to carry by wing. He was able to fly as well as Storm, but couldn't dare leave his crew. He could, however, fly them up to the summit one at a time. "Ithilwen, climb on my back!"

"What? I can't fight in midair, my strengths are here on the ground with the vegetation!" She protested, swirling her paw through a cloud of teal mist that descended onto the ferns around her.

It was Vel who figured it out and answered for Urai. "No, he's going to fly you to the peak of gold, that will take far less time than walking; Storm could tire himself out by then and the last thing we need is a captain worn down by aerial battle."

"Right, so Ithilwen, get on!" Urai turned his back and let her hop up onto his back, arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Once he was sure she was comfortable, he leapt into the air with his powerful legs and spread his wings to catch a bit of the draft coming down off the mountainside to buoy him high. He was careful to not fly too high in case he attracted the attention of the dragon, instead opting to keep just above the treetops as he encircled the side of the mountain. He gradually gained altitude as he got closer and closer to the summit, where he saw that all was not as it seemed.

The peak was indeed covered in gold - or more precisely was a pile of gold upon a stone foundation - but it was also lined by a series of pillars, stone archways, temples, and monasteries. It would be impossible to fly through them and get close enough to the gold that he or his companions could just duck and run, which seemed like it was made that way by design. Seeing this, he decided to land a bit away from the actual summit where there were no pillars or stone arches.

Ithilwen hopped off his back but hadn't yet deciphered his intent. "What in the depths, Urai? Why didn't you drop me on the pile of gold? I could be filling my bag right now!"

"The archways, there are too many of them and they're too close to each other; if I clipped my wing even once, that would be it for me. Just stay put and don't get too eager until I bring the other three up! Hold tight!" He didn't want for her response before leaping off the cliff and gliding back down to where Therris, Vel, and Xander were still waiting.

Therris was crouching down, squatting in place to ensure that he wasn't seen by the dragon; he was the smart one. "Can I go next?" He asked as he slowly stood up.

"Yeah, makes sense. Of the three of you, you're the biggest and most brightly coloured. Probably a good idea to have you hidden up in the woods by the summit rather than out here in the open field." He turned and let Therris hop on his back as Ithilwen had before turning to Vel and Xander. "And for the both of you of you, so you know, I am not dropping you off on the actual pile of gold but just a bit down the mountainside; there are pillars up there that are ensuring I can't land without risking a broken wing." He waited for them each to acknowledge his words before kicking into the sky a second time.

This trip went by a bit quicker, as he knew where he was going and therefore how not to waste time trying to find a spot to land or struggling to decide if the risk was worth it. After placing Therris down, he returned to the sky to see that the fight between Storm and the dragon had grown heated.

His first instinct was to join Storm in combat, as they were crewmates and friends, but the strategy they had each formed independent of one another didn't leave room for that, so he returned back to the ground to pick up Xander next. His wings were growing weak and his resolve was waning a bit, but he had seen the literal mountain of gold and gems so he knew it would be worth the risk and the effort to get as many of his people on the summit as he could.

Both Xander and Vel were tiny and easy to carry up the mountain, but each of them required their own flight. This did exhaust Urai enough that he felt the need to pause and drink some fresh water from his flask and chew on some jerky after landing with Vel. That was four trips up and down a mountain, each one taking the better part of five minutes of intense flight. Luckily for him, Vel had some magic capabilities and had used his air manipulation skills to help make the final trip easier, but he was still exhausted.

"Thanks, guys." He said after he finished his first flask of water and the jerky he'd taken from his satchel. "Now we have to find out a way to get the damn gold and get out of here before the dragon notices us. Do you think he's noticed us yet? Seems awfully distracted by Storm, to me."

Therris was first to speak up. "It's hard to tell, but I am pretty certain he has at least glanced over at us during their fight. I think I saw him try to peel away from Storm and head back to the peak a few times, only to have Storm cut him off and redirect him."

Urai nodded and rubbed his hands together before grabbing at the bag that was slung over his back, which might as well have had a coin symbol on it. "Alright, that's both good and bad. On one hand, it means he knows we're here and could turn around and attack us at his first opportunity; on the other hand, it means that Storm is doing a great job distracting him and thus is still buying us time. Therris, you stay here just in case, I'll take your bag and fill it, do not come for us unless we call for you, got it?"

"Aye captain." Therris agreed. "I will stay just out of sight, in case you need my medical aid."

"Perfect. Xander? Vel? Ithilwen? Come on, we have some plundering to do!"

All of them clapped in unison before making hooks with their index finger to wrap around the other hooks in their own pirate handshake. Once that was done, they all darted off into the labyrinth of buildings and pillars and stone arches that was between them and the mountain of gold at the peak.

All four of them hopped and ducked through the dilapidated buildings while also periodically pausing every now and then to double check and make sure they hadn't yet drawn the attention of the dragon that was protecting the treasure. There were roars and screeches of both he and Storm, but no signs of them getting any closer yet. For the most part, they were hovering over top the other mountain, where more gold could be seen. This was great news, as it ensured there was little resistance between them and their booty.

Mere minutes passed before they crossed over their final wall and were all standing in the foothills of a veritable motherload of coin, gem, and jewel. Urai was the tallest of them and the pile had to be five or six times his height, without question. They stood in awe at the base of the gold pile, jaws slack and eyes twinkling with the same glint that reflected off each coin in the midday sun.

"So what do we do with it all?" Vel asked without taking his eyes off the treasure before him. Of course, he knew what they had to do, but the majesty of the booty before him was disorienting.

It was Ithilwen who spoke up, however. "I guess just start grabbing for whatever you can. Gold is nice, but jewels might be of greater value if you can somehow ensure they don't get scratched."

A pause swept over the lot of them as they remained frozen with awe. A light wind whipped at them all, serving as the only thing they heard until the roar of the dragon washed over them and swiftly brought them back to reality, reminding them they weren't operating with unlimited time.

"Only take what you can carry, I may be able to serve as a glider to get you to the base of the mountain but I cannot promise it. Gold is heavy and-" Another deep roar shook the skies above, which in turn made him cut the speeches and get to work alongside his crewmates collecting coins.

Vel'Garhus was the first of them to climb the mountain of gold in order to get up to the top and get a better vantage point where he could better determine the most valuable things he could find. Unfortunately for him, the best he could find was more gold and the occasional glistening gem. Sure there were weapons and pieces of armour that were gem encrusted or made of gold, but he didn't think those would be easy to carry and certainly wouldn't hold their value if they fell. He ended up settling for gold and gems, same as the rest of them.

Soon thereafter, both Ithilwen and Xander dove into the pile of gold as well, scrambling up the side of it with their sacks open and ready to collect as much of the treasure as they could. Both of them took turns tossing gems into the bag of the other while grabbing as many coins as possible. Both of them were having a grand time while Vel'Gahrus remained atop the mountain, happily searching for unique items to take with him. At the same time, Urai slowly started to join them.

Had any of them been paying attention beyond just the riches they were fixated upon gaining, they would have seen the subtle shift in the mass of treasure below them. The movement was easily mistaken for their own disruption of the pile of coins, so when an avalanche of gold cascaded down over Ithilwen and Xander, they happily let it wash over them and pile at the bottom.

Those two were lost in the beauty that was the treasure, but Vel noticed something was off when a tiny pile of gems raised up and then trickled down the side of the mountain. Curious, he reached out to it to see if there was an underlying explanation but found nothing. He brushed the coins to the side but there was nothing there. Content with his investigation but still keen on watching out for further activity, he continued working by tossing coins into his sack while glancing around to see if anything seemed out of place. Nothing happened for a while, so he allowed himself to get excited again.

While he was focusing on that, both Ithilwen and Xander were rolling around in the treasure like they'd already escaped with it. They were celebrating, not focusing on the danger that remained in the sky above them as Storm continued to battle and distract the dragon, a distraction that was growing increasingly moot as the aerial dance was cavorting its way closer and closer to the mountain peak.

Urai did see this, which was why he started to focus more and more on filling his bag, but he was distracted by the sensation of something slimy and gooey wrapping around his ankle. Startled, he pulled away from whatever it was that had touched him and his eyes darted to the source to see that something had retreated back into the pile of gold. "Mates, I'd keep an eye out while you're harvesting treasure here. I just felt something on my ankle." He cautioned the others as he got to his knee and rubbed where he'd been standing; his hand came away with magenta slime on it.

Vel'Gahrus stood up and focused his attention on Urai. "I saw something move, too. Something moved a pile of gold but I didn't see it. Ithilwen, Xander, keep an eye-" He jerked in place as he, too, felt the grip of something coiling around his ankle. After jumping away, his body went into panic mode. "Did you see that? What was it?"

Xander and Ithilwen were both still caught up in the glory of being on the summit of a literal mountain of gold, but Vel's sudden motion and the fact that Urai seemed unnerved as well was enough to snap them out of it. If that wasn't enough, another roar came from above the other mountain range as the dragon spun in midair and kicked at Storm to make the gryphon tumble before banking and heading straight towards them. This was brisk, but he was once again cut off mid-flight by Storm tackling him.

"I think it's about time we pack up and leave." Ithilwen conceded. "Everybody get a few more paws full of gold, and let's not waste time. Urai, what do you think of that."

Urai nodded in agreement. "Very astute of you, let's go!" He reached down to sweep another handful of coin into his bag only to have a magenta goo tentacle form between the coins and wrap around his wrist. He tried to pull away with a grunt, but the loop of the tentacle fused with the base and created a seal from which he couldn't escape. "Or just go now!" He called out.

But it was too late. Vel was standing atop the pile and was captured by the magenta slime before he could hop down, while Ithilwen and Xander were both on all fours and had been ensnared by the tentacles, pinning them to the ground. All around them, wriggling tendrils of magenta and teal emerged from beneath the pile of gold to form tentacles that danced in the air like kelp in the current or vines hanging from trees, but inverse.

Of the four of them, all of whom were trapped, Vel was the first one to escape the grasp of the tentacles by concentrating some electrical magic into his feet to zap them. The gooey tentacles around his ankles exploded and turned to liquid, soaking back into the pile before reemerging in its gelatinous form to once again grab at his calves. He was able to pull away before it got a grip, and by staying in motion he was able to avoid getting snagged again.

The others weren't as fortunate. While they were still on all fours, both Xander and Ithilwen found themselves caught on all limbs and practically glued in place despite their attempts to escape.

Ithilwen growled and yanked at her wrists, frustrated that she couldn't conjure the vines to help save her. "Dammit! It's just jelly! How does it have such a strong grip?"

"It's thixotropic." Urai theorized. "I think the harder we tug, the stronger and more firm it gets. I'd say relax, but I'm pretty sure that's as counter-intuitive as it sounds. Vel, you said that some shocks help, right? Come help me and then we can help them!"

"Yeah, of course!" Vel agreed as he slid down the pile of gold towards Urai. On his way, he felt the fluid of the pre-formed tentacles bubbling up under him before eventually stopping him from going any farther, wrapping around the base of his tail in the process. He zapped it with his finger, but as he did that another tendril wrapped around his foot and lower calf, tugging him under the gold in the process. He tried to stop that as well, but a sheet of the semi-solid tentacle fluid wrapped around his torso from behind and smothered him from neck to knees.

Panic began to set in as he heard what he was sure was a sizzle coming off his chest! He was being digested! He was terrified and too scared to open his mouth to scream, but was just lucid enough to bring his hands up and shock the goo that had encapsulated him, resulting in it turning to liquid and cascading over him. When he caught his breath, he looked down to see he was completely nude and his clothes were nowhere to be seen! The fluid had dissolved his clothes, but he was left unscathed!

With this revelation, he glanced up to see a pulsating mass of magenta where his sack had been, which briskly liquefied and seeped back into the pile of gold, leaving the gems and gold dagger that he'd collected as just another part of the mass of treasure. Around him, all three of his companions were getting similar treatment as the goo was emerging all around them to smother their bodies and digest all the fabric from their clothes to the sacks they'd brought to haul the treasure back.

Urai had a look of sheer terror on his face, as he lacked any sort of magic needed to fend off the mass of magenta goo, so Vel dove after him first. As he approached, the goo was already tugging on all four of Urai's limbs, dragging him under the shifting pile a few scales at a time. When Vel brushed him down his back with a series of light sparks, the goo released him immediately and reverted back to viscous fluid once more, releasing its grip and taking his clothes with it.

"What happened there?" He asked as he jumped to his feet and brushed himself off. His eyes darted around to see if he could find his sack or any evidence of his clothes but found nothing, leaving both he and Vel naked and without any means to haul back treasure. "But you know what, forget about it for now. I think we have more pressing issues to worry about! Let's get them and go!" He pointed towards Ithilwen and Xander, both of which were almost entirely smothered in the magenta goo.

The only part of either of them that was still poking out of the encroaching mass was their face. Ithilwen wrenched her neck back in an attempt to plead at Vel to help her. "I c-can't move! There is too much rock and marble between us and the nearest trees, I can't even summon vines!"

Xander, on the other paw, seemed oddly complacent about the whole thing. He wasn't panicked, and it quickly became clear as Urai stepped up next to him. With Xander, the tentacled mass of goo had not only smothered his body and dissolved his clothes but had wriggled its way into his tail hole and had been spreading him open with ease. The gaping of his backside could be seen through the semi-transparent mass, but closed up immediately when Vel shocked both of them and turned it all to liquid!

Both Ithilwen and Xander collapsed on the ground, relieved at their release but baffled at their sudden lack of clothes. Neither were bashful about it, but they still felt exposed and vulnerable given the fact that they were on top of a mountain with nothing on and the wind whipping their fur and scales. Even their weapons had been amalgamated into the pile of gold and had either been coated or turned into gold themselves! This could have been good, but since they still lacked any means of transporting weapons and gold was useless in a fight, they collectively agreed it might have been time to give up.

At least, that was the plan. In the brief moment between them deciding to leave and actually leaving, the skies grew silent and the sun was blocked out as the massive gray and black dragon crashed into the mountain next to them, destroying many of the pillars and splashing coin and magenta goop all over the summit! Each and every one of the tentacles that had emerged shrunk and disappeared back beneath the pile of gold, taking with it each drop of its liquefied self.

After the scene had settled, the dragon shook itself clean of the gold that had ended up on him as he got back on all fours, staring down at the pirates. He opened his maw to speak but was tackled to the ground by Storm, who had dive-bombed him as a raptor would have done to its prey.

The two massive beasts snarled and clawed at each other atop the mountain with gold and jewels splashing out in every direction as Urai led Ithilwen, Vel, and Xander away to safety. They knew that Therris would be nearby, waiting, but they couldn't call for him and bring him into conflict unless he'd be able to help them escape. Instead, they ducked and rolled away from the swiping of beast tails, eager to not get caught up as the two massive creatures fought against one another so close to them.

They felt like insects caught up in a scuffle between a dog and a cat, unable to escape the carnage that stormed about above them. At one point, Urai had to jump to avoid getting tripped by Storm's tail only to have the tail blast through the top layer of coins and send them cascading down the side of the mountain while Ithilwen and Vel were able to barely escape from under the legs of them.

It was Xander that slowed their escape from the summit. He fell to his hands and knees as some liquid mess dribbled out from under his tail! At the same time, more tendrils of the tentacle mass emerged around both he and Storm, crawling up the gryphon's legs and coating his groin area to dissolve what little in terms of clothes he was wearing! The goop that had penetrated Xander remained inside and must have been draining his energy while calling to the rest of whatever it was that lived under the gold mountain!

Urai didn't know what to do or who he could best help without Vel's help, so he called out to his dragon friend - the only one in the party who possessed the magic needed to fend off the tentacled beast! "Vel! We need you! Storm needs you!" He extended his hand amidst a cloud of coins that blasted past him, waiting for his friend to return, but Vel was frozen in place as the two massive beasts were still dancing around one another, a cloud of gnashing claws and maw and beak!

However, before Vel could make a move, Storm was pinned by tentacles snagging all four of his legs, each wrapped up tight and held to the pile of treasure so that he couldn't move; he hadn't yet figured out the key to releasing himself, so instead of waiting for Vel, this just agitated him. The magenta mass slithered up his hind legs to prod at his sheath and tail hole while the same mass went up his front legs to hook around the corners of his beak and force itself into his nares. Unlike the others, Storm's mind was not fully lucid and his feral instincts took over, making him thrash and growl in an effort to resist the tentacles.

However, in an odd twist, the dragon paused and backed away, giving Storm room without attacking. It was immediately clear that he had no interest in further conflict, and the tentacles were making no move to ensnare him as they had the others. Storm was caught, but he wasn't giving up.

Since he was so much larger and stronger than even Urai but not as big as the dragon, Storm was able to continue to resist the tentacles, snapping two of them off and biting through another before more whipped up at him and wrapped around his torso to further pin him down.

Vel had finally worked up the courage to do something about this and to help Storm out, but he paused when he realized that his captain had stopped thrashing about. Storm had lowered his head and was breathing deep, eyes closed and wings folded up on his back. His body had shifted in size and shape once more, growing to be significantly larger than when they arrived on the island, and his bone and muscle structure were entirely feral now. He was a quadruped in body and shape.

Problem was, that also came with a feral mind. When he opened his eyes to glance over at Vel, they were glossed over and lacking in the soul that Storm had shown as their captain. The tentacles completely pulled off his body and retreated to below the pile of treasure, leaving him completely free of any shackles. As he turned to look at Vel, Xander, and Urai, a thick dribble of cum could be seen emerging from between his hind legs, and the angle ensured that all of his pirate crew got a good look.

His cock was throbbing and leaking precum all over the gold pile, and his expression slowly morphed into that of a drake in a rut, the same expression each of them had become all too familiar with given the weeks of him demanding their cooperation in his chambers. There would be no escape from him this time, as it seemed his lucid mind had been completely clouded by instinct.

Urai knew that if Storm got a hold of Ithilwen, Xander, or Vel, he might prove to be too big for them to handle without any of the self-awareness that usually guided his passion. He literally was big enough to split them in half. As such, Urai knew that the only way he could appease this beast of a creature was to offer himself as a distraction while the others got away. He leapt past both Xander and Vel, raising his hands to draw the gryphon drake's attention, tugging his gaze away. "Hey there, stud! I got something for you!" He said, gently swaying his hips as his tail tip brushed over the gold coins.

Storm cocked his head to the side as a deep rumbling churr escaped his beak. His gaze narrowed and he stepped towards Urai with a look of hunger on his face. Only a few paces away, he turned his body to better reveal the swollen sheath between his hind legs and the purple-fleshed tip poking out the end to drool precum all over. It was as clear a display of dominance as Urai had seen.

As such he knew what he had to do. He got down onto his knees and crawled forward before gently reaching out towards Storm's sheath, waiting to see what Storm did as a response. Urai held his breath as the seconds passed, only to be pinned to the ground under Storm's massive talon as the gryph roared into the sky. While it appeared that the captain demanded more and was about to attack the others, he was distracted by Urai raising his hand to cradle at his sheath.

The feral gryphon seemed confused but stopped to look down between his front legs and see Urai with both hands on either side of his member, rubbing at the sheath flesh and peeling it back to slowly expose his purple-fleshed length while pressing his lips to the tip. This appeased him enough that he turned away from the others and focused his attention on Urai, bucking his hips into his maw.

Meanwhile, the other dragon had completely stepped back and was calmly observing the events unfolding before his eyes. He seemed complacent, but curious at the same time. He remained silent until Vel finally stepped forward to use his shock magic on the tentacle that had wormed its way up Xander's rump. "Excuse me, what are you doing?" He bellowed, startling the three smaller blokes. He then grabbed Vel by the waist and lifted him up to eye's height. "You dare to-"

"I didn't mean to!" Vel squeaked as he flailed in the larger dragon's hand. "I was just saving my friend, I didn't want to hurt anyone!" He wasn't lying, though it wasn't entirely true either.

The dragon shook his head in disdain. "Then what were you planning on doing?"

"I was just saving my friend, he-"

"Save him from what? He doesn't appear to be in danger." He turned Vel to look down where Xander was laying on his side with the tentacle gently thrusting and pumping in and out of him; his member was throbbing erect and drooling all over the gold pile in much the same way that Storms was. Next to him, Ithilwen was on all fours, patting at his cheek to get his attention. "He seems to be enjoying himself, wouldn't you say? I don't think he needs to be saved."

This just served to confuse Vel. "But the tentacles, they were trying to-"

"Trying to what? Protect the horde from greedy folks such as yourself? They didn't do any harm to you or your friends, just your clothes and weapons." The dragon rolled onto his back and let Vel rest on his belly so they could talk. "Your friends aren't in danger, but that doesn't mean you're safe here."

Vel raised his hands in defeat. "Okay, what's going on here? I'm quite confused; our captain has turned into a beast you're not trying to kill us, there's some gooey tentacle monster living under a pile of treasure that apparently eats clothing and weapons, and I just-" He stopped to take in a breath, calming himself before going on. "I just need some answers, If you don't mind."

While they talked, Storm and Urai continued to fool around with one another, Urai swallowing as much of Storm's cock as he could while also fondling those massive, feral balls. Also, the pairing of Ithilwen and Xander remained flat at the foot of the pile of gold, relishing the sensation of the tentacle pumping deeper into the otter's tail hole while forming a bulge in his belly.

The dragon smiled as the two of them glanced over at the other pirate companions. "I suppose it's fair to ask questions, and so I will answer them. My name is Rokanoss, and I protect this mountain. You see, this creature, this amoebic mass of whatever it is has an affinity for gold, and when I brought my hoard here she took it for her own. It protects the hoard, but I can't move it anywhere, yet its location attracts all manner of pirates and treasure hunters seeking to get rich. I try to fend people off as best I can, but nobody ever just happily agrees to walk away unless they've fallen victim to the creature or have been exposed to what it can do."

"So you don't eat people?" Vel was a little disappointed, but he didn't let it show.

"Oh skies above, no. Well, generally not. I prefer to live peacefully on my island away from the hustle of modern life. The farthest I travel is to the Saurian Scar to the east." Rokanoss explained. "But now that you're here, I must ask: What is your name? I like to remember those who visit, especially other dragonkin."

Vel fiddled with his fingers while still on Rokanoss' belly. He was naked, but he felt like he was comfortable with the larger dragon so he answered without hesitation. "The name's Vel. Vel'Gahrus." He extended a talon to shake, which Rokanoss happily accepted.

"Pleasure to meet you, Vel." He then shifted his weight and ensured that he could better look down at the other four as well as Vel, who remained with legs splayed, straddling his belly. "I can't speak for certain, but I'm of the belief that your captain must have come in contact with some tainted potions recently, yes?"

There was a moment's hesitation before Vel hurriedly nodded. "Yes! We found a chest full of potions! Well, the other members of the crew did; they had to toss it overboard before I joined. Why?"

Rokanoss chuckled to himself as he motioned for Vel to move in closer. When the smaller dragon was close enough, he whispered into his ear. "The beast has a peculiar effect on those who have been in contact with potions by amplifying their effects. If your captain there was under the effects of potions that were meant to change his form and make him more feral, the slime creature will have finished the job for him. There is a solution, a cure, but I think it might be in your best interest and mind to wait until he's satisfied before trying to administer it."

"We might be waiting a while." Vel joked as he shifted in place again, returning to Rokanoss' lower belly where he could relax. "If I know my captain, he could go through all of us twice before he gets tired, they might want to go again before passing out."

"Then I suppose it might be best to get comfortable. If I know the slime creature - and I do - I wouldn't expect her to be done with your otter or canine friends any time soon, and the two big black beasties will also be busy for a while." His cock started to swell, its throbbing mass glistening in the midday sun as it slowly ascended towards Vel's body, its tip inching ever closer to the base of his tail. "And, since I love watching her work, I'd be very interested in seeing just how stuffed I can get you."

Vel squeaked a bit and rolled onto his back, tail coiling around Rokanoss' member to help guide it. "And you promise me my friends are not in danger? That this is all in fun?"

With a smile and a nod, Rokanoss rumbled his agreement. "Your friends are safe and will be even safer once I'm able to administer the antidote to your feral captain. My only request is that, once you leave this island, you never return. You know you cannot take the gold, so there's no reason to be seen here. That is unless you came to visit me."

That idea made Vel smile. "We just might have to!"

"I'm glad to hear that. Let's have some fun before you go!"

And just like that, all six of them atop the highest mountain on Gold Peaks Island indulged their base desires. Urai practically fed himself to Storm's cock in an attempt to pacify the feral drake while Rokanoss and Vel enjoyed each other and both Xander and Ithilwen had some fun with the tentacled beast that was fooling around with both of them, tendrils of its mass popping out from the gold pile.

The festivities started with a mighty screech that came from Storm. He reared back and raised his beak to the sky as he wrapped his massive front talon around Urai's head to hold him in place and ensure the dragon didn't try to escape from under him. Luckily for both parties, however, Urai had been eager for weeks to taste the captain but hadn't been able to due to the fact that Storm was meandering through various levels of lucidity and Urai needed to pilot the ship in his absence.

Urai wanted to paint his sacrifice of flesh as noble, like he was throwing himself in front of the danger in order to make himself look like a hero as he saved the others from a dire fate, but in reality he just wanted to have an excuse to raise his tail to the captain again. It had been entirely too long since Urai had been able to play sub to the true captain of the ship, and this was his opportunity to take advantage of the situation in a way that would not only fulfill him but also keep the large gryphon from pouncing upon Xander, Ithilwen, or Vel. Sure, they could handle him, but perhaps not while this size.

He remained on his knees, one hand up to wrap around the base of Storm's knot while the other cradled the gryphon's thick and heavy balls. Though Storm's package was quite immense, Urai was still shocked at just how heavy he was, as each of his orbs hung like a cannonball against his sack. Seeing this, Urai focused on those for a bit while he wrapped his maw around the gryphon's shaft, suckling its length and hungrily gulping it down until the barbed tip ended up halfway down his throat to form a bulge in the scales that lined his neck. He could feel the spines that were lining the gryphon's glans tugging at his gullet flesh, but it wasn't the sort of aggressive sensation that could injure him.

So he continued.

Not only did he continue, but he happily extended his head forward and used his tongue to cradle the underside of Storm's shaft, caressing it as he tried his best to widen his maw and take more of the knot in between his jaws. All was going well and he was in control until he felt the powerful sensation of gryphon talon wrapping around the back of his skull and the upper half of his neck, which was soon followed by a powerful thrust from Storm's hindquarters that forced the knot in with a pop.

Before long, the gryphon had found his comfort in Urai's gullet, as he hissed and growled while thrusting and throbbing, each swell shooting a powerful, musky precum directly into Urai's belly. The scent and flavour were both so intense - even with the entirety of the shaft buried in dragon maw - that Urai winced and nearly gagged. It wasn't a bad combination of aroma and flavour, but it was the sort of muskiness that required some adjustment. Luckily, Urai was eager for this and didn't struggle for long.

He twisted his neck against the powerful force of Storm's talon to gulp down more of the cock's length unto his throat, its length forming a clear and distinct bulge down his throat and past his collarbone. Urai cradled his throat as best he could, revelling in the sensations of the bulge shifting inside him along with every one of Storm's thrusts, the malleable scales distending with such accuracy that he could discern individual spines splaying out and tickling him.

Much as he enjoyed the sensations, and as clear as it was that Storm was content to throat-fuck him atop the pile of gold, Urai knew that he couldn't really fool around like this forever. His nostrils allowed him to breathe even as his throat was stuffed but having his esophagus pummeled like this was making him rather sore and he would have preferred to have flesh of another region abused.

Urai quickly widened his maw and pulled back, resisting against the push of Storm's talons that tried their best to keep him in place amidst the steady and powerful yet subtle thrusts. The gryphon was stronger than him, but Urai remained the more intelligent of the two due to having not been exposed to the potion or the effects-enhancing tentacle goop, so he remained sentient instead of feral. As such, he was able to twist and tug just right so that when Storm thrust again, the length of the shaft and bulge of the knot both lanced past his cheek and stabbed at his shoulder, splashing precum all over his scales.

Storm did not like this one bit and made his displeasure known by growling and slamming his talon down, pinning Urai in the process. He hissed and snapped his beak at the dragon's tail while his cock sprayed jet after jet right at his face. His knot throbbed with each pulsation, slapping against his belly in the process while begging for attention.

It wasn't hard at all to decipher how to fix this, so Urai struggled under the weight of the captain to turn around, ensuring that his rump end was aimed up at the leaking gryphon cock. His hand was free, so he was able to reach back and wrap his hand around the shaft, properly aiming it under his tail. More jets of the silken precum erupted out the tip, painting his cheeks and taint while lubricating his pucker; he fingered himself to distribute the lube a bit deeper, ensuring that he was prepared.

Despite all his mental and physical bracing for what was to come, he was not entirely prepared.

Storm bucked forth the moment he felt the warmth of Urai's flesh kissing the tip of his cock, hissing and roaring as he buried himself to the knot in one violent thrust. He pinned Urai to the ground by clamping his beak around his neck, holding him in place and ensuring that the dragon didn't find a way to wriggle away or escape this time. He didn't realize in his feral mind that this was the plan.

With a growl of his own followed by the sort of backwards bounce that slammed his hips against the bulging knot of the gryphon's knot lobes, each one squishing Storm's flesh to threaten to swallow him up. Of course, such a large member would not bury itself so easily, so both of them worked together to make it happen, with Storm thrusting and grinding as a feral drake should with Urai wagging and pushing back in perfect unison. The dragon's member had managed to sneak out during all this, its deep red flesh glistening in glorious contrast to the shimmering of the gold beneath them.

He had to struggle to not pleasure himself as Storm's length pumped in and out of him, their flesh rubbing and creating a heat deep within the dragon's body that manifested as a tingle of pleasure that slowly spread throughout him. He could feel the barbs, the spines, and everything in between as he clenched and relaxed in time with Storm's motions, eager to feel that knot swell inside him.

Though it wasn't immediately clear if it was fortunate for Urai or not, but Storm quickly but down even harder and bucked as deep as he could, grinding and gyrating until he forced the girth of his knot to squeeze and pop in! The bulbous lobes expanded inside, spreading out and pressing against all of Urai's rump walls as it inflated, its sheer size tugging on his pucker in the process as Storm gave another deep thrust that shifted the rock-solid mass inside him.

Urai's eyes went wide and he clenched his fist, grasping at piles of gold and bits of magenta tentacle in the process. He bared his teeth down and growled to himself as he wondered internally if perhaps the feral gryphon was a bit too much for him, even with his desire for such large and primal partners. Regardless, they were locked together now and he'd have to learn to adjust quickly if he was going to enjoy what he had so happily demanded of his captain.

The best course of action for him was to clench down and tug on the knot, forcing it deeper into him as the spines and barbs splayed out and tugged on his flesh, forcing him to relax and let go. This weakened his muscles and let the knot tug on his hole once more, threatening to have it pop out if he didn't find a way to take control from a beast that so clearly wanted to be dominant.

It didn't take long for him to find a happy medium between relaxation and control, a balance that just so happened to also make Storm's knot shift in and out of him, emulating a subtle thrust while also maintaining pressure along the underside of the knot to ensure more of the hot gryphon seed pumped deep into him. He wanted it all, he'd been happily waiting for this for months, and now that he had it he couldn't be happier. All he could do was glance around to see that the others in his crew were also have an equally fun time with their respective partners and the tentacled beast under the coins.

Storm had actually been clawing at the tentacle beast, snapping at it and biting to ensure it kept away from him once the initial effects had been imbued upon him. As a semi-sentient, hunched over raptor beast of a gryphon, he had unwittingly allowed it to tease and prod at him, but as a feral drake, he had no interest in letting another interfere with his desire to dominate a dragon rump.

This was not a problem for either Urai nor Storm, as they were in bliss, tied together via the knot.

The others were a bit more receptive to the sort of attention that the tentacle beast was offering them, most notably both Xander and Ithilwen. Together, the two of them were lying prone on the pile of gold, with the slimy tendril of magenta having already slithered its way up to Zander's rump to meet with the remaining slime that had been left inside him, reattaching itself and expanding from there.

He had happily chirped and trilled at the sensation of the gooey slime dancing around inside him at first, then shuddered and rolled his eyes back as he felt it growing increasingly firm to trickle out of his and rejoin the rest of the beast. It was the most intense and deep sensation he'd ever felt, and he wasn't prepared to let go of it any time soon, which was why he didn't struggle when Ithilwen first begged him to keep up and escape.

Xander didn't want to escape, he didn't have any desire to leave if the tentacle beast was going to continue to have its way with him. Clearly, it wasn't so bad, and Xander wasn't in danger. Also, out of the corner of his ear, he could hear Rokanoss the dragon informing Vel of the lack of danger that was befalling them all, and as such he was happy to relax.

Of course, Ithilwen didn't realize this, not at first. When they first were captured and still trying to escape, Ithilwen was trying her best to help and urge Xander forth, but he didn't have the heart to tell her that he was happy with the coiling mass of tentacle slime swirling about inside him, with some of it wriggling deeper while others bits of it were leaking out his tail hole. Of course, that was all when Urai was still in the midst of putting himself between Storm and the others, sacrificing his maw for them.

"Come on, you can do it!" Ithilwen called as she reached out and tried to take Xander by the paw. She was kneeling next to him as gooey tendrils emerged from the gold and wrapped around her ankles, extensions expanding from the thickness to make their way up through her fur to her groin.

All Xander could do in response was smile and slowly shake his head. "It's alright, mate! I'm fine! I promise!" He shuddered and pushed back while still on all fours, gradually parting his knees to allow his rump to get closer to the emerging tentacle that was rising up out of the coins below his cock. Within seconds, the dangling slime that had been drooling out over his taint met with the swirling mass that was rising, and once they touched the entire mass inside was rejuvenated with life, swirling with purpose and strength deep within Xander's stretchy butt. "Hmm, yes, completely fine!"

This made Ithilwen cock her head to the side in confusion at first but she quickly deciphered the look of pure pleasure and delight upon his face - it was a look she often shared - before better observing her surroundings to see that Vel and Urai were both safe with their respective partners. She paused and looked back to see that the tentacles were expanding more and more up her calves to trace lines up her inner thighs, so she figured it might be best to leave them be, allow them to do their work.

Only then would she see what happened. Only then would she know for sure if she was safe. After all, the tentacles were wrapped tightly around her ankles and there was no way she'd be able to escape, so there was no point in expending her energy. She smiled at Xander while she submitted her body to the tentacles, waiting eagerly as the tip prodded around her loins.

It was somewhat tense for her, as she could feel the tentacles weren't quite able to find her lips, at least not immediately. They prodded at her mound, rubbed against her clit - mostly by accident - and even threatened to slip into her tail hole before they found her slit and pumped their mass into her.

The sensation of having semi-liquid tentacles parting her lips and filling her like a balloon felt odd and was a little uncomfortable at first, but it quickly grew on her as fast as the mass grew within her. The tendril slid in deeper, with a knot-like bulge expanding just inside her lips to tie with her in much the same way a male partner would, while more of the gooey mass explored her depths further.

Inside, she could feel the caress of flesh on flesh despite the tentacle not moving at all. It felt, to her, like its mass was twisting and thrusting inside, rubbing against her walls to gradually loosen her up while not moving the slightest bit. Ithilwen knew that there was no thrusting happening, as the slimy tendril was stationary on the outside, though she could tell just by looking that the inside fluid was pumping in and out, swirling inside and making all those motions inside her.

As far as she could tell, the outside of the tentacle was a thin but taught membrane, while the inside was pure liquid that was forming lumps in order to better tease her flesh. It was working, of course, but she still couldn't help but shudder in delight as she pushed back on it again and again.

Meanwhile, Xander had almost completely lost control of himself. He was trying his best to relax his rump muscles in order to let more and more of the tentacle's mass inside him, but he found quite quickly that the gooey mass was going to move at its own pace regardless of what he did and that every time he clenched it just made the whole length of the tendril even more firm inside him.

In many ways, this was fare more fulfilling and pleasant, but it also created a bit of discomfort inside him as his bowels grew rigid and in some areas seemed to straighten out as the tentacle wormed its way deeper and deeper inside of him. Still, he couldn't help but intermittently squeeze to feel that wave of firmness slipping deeper into him only to have it relax and loosen up inside him.

Like Ithilwen, he felt the shifting and the swirling of the goo inside as if the whole thing was twisting and pumping in and out despite it folding out and pumping more into him to go in deeper, the end of it blossoming out with the application of a more persistent membrane that coated his insides.

All was going well for the both of them until Xander felt a sudden lurch in his hindquarters. When he glanced down between his legs to see what was going on, he saw three golden orbs slipping through the shaft of the gooey tentacle all being forced into his rump. There was an aura of panic as he tried to clench and stop them from bursting through his pucker and into his bowels, but just like before the fluid inside turned solid and widened to force him to dilate, thus allowing the eggs.

One by one the spheres of gold travelled through his rump end to shift deeper and deeper into his guts. He could actually see the shifting bulges in his abdomen as they passed through the winding paths that were his bowels. Eventually, he could feel each and every one of them come to rest in the same place somewhere around where his ribcage met his belly, and he was relieved to imagine that was the end of his pleasant little distraction but he was so very wrong. Only a few seconds passed before he once again felt the tendril lurch forward, every bend and every coil of it sliding through his bowels.

Inside his abdomen, he could feel the grinding and shifting of the half dozen or more eggs all sliding up and down his belly. Each of them were deposited in sequence through his insides, yet he didn't feel the slightest tinge of pain as the tentacle slid up deeper and deeper, pushing the eggs to the side as its length plunged as far as it would go. Deeper and deeper it went until he could feel the faint trappings of a gag welling up in his belly.

He couldn't be sure, but he was beginning to think this tentacle had plans of skewering him!

As much fun as he may have been having, Ithilwen was sharing an equally indulgent bit of kinky fun. The tentacle beast was doing a similar thing to her loins by pumping more and more into her pussy, but unlike Xander's rump, her depths had a back wall and an eventual ending so instead of going deeper, the bulbous mass of fluid in the taut membrane widened and expanded inside her.

She glanced down at her lower abdomen, where she saw her belly was gradually expanding and inflating her, the bulbous mass tugging on her lips and testing the limits of her pussy walls. She knew she had limits, and she knew that she wasn't malleable like Ceylon - her pet back when she was still on land - but yet the tentacle kept growing and inflating within her despite no visible signs of trauma!

Given the properties of the goop that she had already deciphered she was able to tell that there was a curative nature to the potion-rich biology of the tentacles, so it wasn't much of a leap to assume that whatever it was doing to her was accompanied by a persistent heal and adaptation that ensured that she was not only safe from harm but being pleasured all the while.

And pleasured she surely felt.

Though Ithilwen had spent many nights tied to Storm's cock in the captain's quarters, nothing had quite filled her like the bulbous expansion of this tentacle segment. Not only had it completely bloated the knot reservoir - the passage of her vaginal canal just inside her lips that were looser and lined by two rings of muscle to ensure that the male's knots neither popped out nor pushed deeper - but she could feel every ripple of her inner flesh stretching taut to the point that her walls were smoothly matching the silken nature of the gooey tentacle inside her.

She was secreting torrents of her own lubricant to aid in the growth and shifting motions of the tentacle, but it didn't seem to be enough as the gooey mass was pushing to go deeper. The very tip of it was pushing hard on her cervix, teasing at the opening while also doing the same shifting thrust that had allowed it to widen her passage from lips to womb. She was about to say something, to ask if Xander was feeling the same deep sensation of penetration when she felt a tight pinch followed by a deep, guttural discomfort that nearly made her cry out in pain. Fortunately, the sensation was brisk and she was able to hold off and bite her lip while also clenching down as hard as she could.

That might have been a mistake, for any clenching she did only made the fluid creature's form grow firm, and considering she was already feeling the stretch while it was fluid and soft the sudden shift to a more firm sensation was the most intense thing she had ever felt to that point.

Ithilwen was about to feel something far more intense.

Once she had managed to settle down enough to calm her breathing and focus on the sensations of the tentacled knot throbbing inside her, she rolled onto her back and splayed out her legs so that the creature could have unfettered access to her loins. She wanted to feel more inside her, to have it bloat her and stretch her and ruin her, at least for the day. Problem was when she pushed back and urged it to pump more into her, she wasn't thinking perfectly clearly and, in that brisk half second, forgot that the tentacled mass had been prodding and spreading at her cervix.

How she managed to overlook that in her moment of intense pleasure wasn't clear, but that lapse of judgment allowed her to relax and loosen up in the exact perfect way to allow its slimy thickness squeeze into her womb and take hold, widening her cervix and filling her womb with ease! The slimy membrane splayed out like a flower inside her to coat her walls while the gooey insides belched a combination of slime and lubricant into her!

She tried to push out by grunting and squeezing as hard as she could go, but found that, like any other clench or squeeze, it just made the magenta tentacles grow increasingly firm inside her. Then, just like what Xander was feeling, there was a series of lurches inward as she saw golden eggs passing through the gelatinous mass, pumping through her lips, past her canal, and squeezing through her cervix to be deposited deep inside her womb. One at a time, they pumped in, lurching through her in motions of three given the bottlenecks just inside her lips, past the knot reservoir, and her cervix.

Yet, despite how much she knew this should have been uncomfortable - nay, should have been straight-up painful - she felt fine! Not only fine but like this was the best and most intense tie she had ever experienced. The intermittently hard and soft gel of the tentacle shifted and throbbed, the liquid inside splashing around to rub against her walls despite being blocked by the membrane.

Then, as she smiled over at Xander in bliss, she was shocked to see him struggling to hold down what she assumed was vomit but was his own invasive tentacle!

He retched, clenched his chest, gulped, and heaved as he rolled over onto his back in an attempt to alleviate the pressure on his abdomen. All seemed well until he lurched forward, prepared to release the contents of his stomach onto the gold only to see a twisting magenta mass splaying out beyond his lips to grab at Itlhilwen!

She jerked back to avoid it, but it splayed out like an octopus and clenched her maw shut before seeping in through her clenched teeth to force its way down her throat. By now, she knew better than to bite or to resist, so she smiled over at her companion and gulped happily, allowing the tentacle to worm its way down her throat and into her gullet, filling her belly but not stopping.

Both of them smiled at one another while writhing in delight and rubbing their bodies on the pile of gold, tentacles threaded through them on both sides and in many holes. Xander had one worming its way from his rump and through his bowels to come out his maw and into hers, while she had one locked tight in her pussy, forcing eggs into her womb as that same tentacle of Xander's continued to inch its way deeper into her.

Eventually, she knew that it would come out her rump, and return to the gold, but it wasn't there yet. The sooner the better, but the firmness of the tentacle interspersed with bouts of wavelike fluidity was enough to keep her complacent, happy to be filled from both ends and stuffed to her maximum capacity. She, like Xander, had no further desire to leave. In fact, she'd have been happy to stay!

"You sure they're going to be alright?" Vel'Gahrus asked Rokanoss while still straddling the larger dragon's belly. The two had been casually watching while Storm got increasingly aggressive towards Urai and the tentacles were worming their way through both Xander and Ithilwen. "I mean, Storm is usually pretty dominant in the first place, but this is a whole other level and I'm growing increasingly concerned for the status of both Ithilwen and Xander, down there." He was struggling to look out over the side of Rokanoss' belly in order to get a better view of his friends.

So Rokanoss brought one of his big front talons around to guide Vel's gaze back into his. He smiled and rumbled in his chest as he swished his tail around behind him, "Oh yes indeed, they will be fine. I've not been living here atop this mountain, protecting the gold and the monster beneath it without proper care for protection. I am not one to let the tentacle goo beast take over and I lack certain magical abilities of my own, but I do like being in control, so I have no real choice but to keep it in line with the use of potions and my own sheer strength." He then used the tip of his tail to stroke his cock, pulling it from its depths to reveal its full length.

The revelation of the larger dragon's member made Vel gulp a bit since it was almost the size of his entire torso! Still, his inquisitive mind was able to keep his focus on Rokanoss and the insurance he claimed to have over the dominion of the tentacle beast. "That didn't answer my question. I mean, it kind of did, but not all of it. You're sure you can control the creature, but I would like to know how. And, uh-" He stopped himself as he glanced back at the massive cock tip that was drooling precum and arousal all down Rokanoss' belly. "I really don't think that will fit."

"You lack imagination," Rokanoss assured with a sly wink. "I'm not in the habit of hurting my guests or visitors, but I'm also not in the habit of letting them leave without sharing my company."

Vel was able to easily piece together what Rokanoss meant by this, and it did alleviate some of his concerns. Still, he felt the need to clarify; Vel was a very scholarly dragon and loved learning as best he could, so it was natural for him to want to ask questions and clarify things. "So how exactly do you go about ensuring that your, uh, weapon does no harm? You're telling me I'll be fine and that my friends are going to be fine, but you'd put me at ease if you explained how it works. I, uh, I like knowing, if you don't mind sharing."

With a nod and a toothy smile, Rokanoss grabbed his member and rubbed the tip up under Vel's tail, smearing his natural fluids all over the smaller dragon's pucker as he spoke. "Well, the beast itself is made of a blend of an amoebic collective and the enchanted essence of ademane. It has a mind of its own as well as a spirit - I think - but the creature's natural enchantments seem to be that of a blend of healing and augmentation. If it touched you in any way, some of the fluid from inside would have come from inside and through the membrane to have an effect on you, thus making your body so durable that it is nearly impervious to damage and resistant to pain."

"E-Excuse me?" Vel prodded with wide eyes. "Are you serious? That's an actual thing?"

"Indeed it is. Did you not find it odd how the creature inserted enough of itself into your female friend there that she literally inflated yet doesn't appear to be in pain?"

Vel glanced down to see that, indeed, Ithilwen's belly remained bloated like she was pregnant with little lumps in her lower belly where the eggs were residing. He nodded, eager to hear more.

"Well, that's the doing of the creature. As it pumps in and out of your friends, it loosens them up and allows their flesh to expand to fit whatever it is that it decided to put in them. It works to completely absorb all impact, but can't defend against cuts or slices. Flesh can still be carved off, but no amount of stretching will do harm. Here, I'll show you." Rokanoss wrapped one hand around Vel's upper body while using the other to aim his member, still prodding lightly at the relatively tiny pucker before he paused. "Wait, the creature did touch you, didn't it?"

"Y-yeah, it did. Grabbed me by the ankles and squeezed me before I used some magic to repel it. Does that mean I'll be safe, or does it need to have touched an inner membrane of my own?"

Rokanoss lightly huffed at him, amused. "Touching your scales is enough, the enchantment within the creature is quite pervasive and transfers itself with relative ease. In fact-" He leaned in real close to whisper in Vel's ear. "Me touching you means that I could probably stuff you in that cock of mine if I felt so inclined."

Vel blushed and did his best to avert eye contact as his member stiffened at the thought. Fantasy as it may have been to him, he was nowhere near prepared enough to handle that sort of thing and had no wish to feed himself to another dragon's member, at least not today.

"What's the matter? I hope that didn't scare you." Rokanoss prodded as he released the tension of his hand from Vel's chest and shoulder. "I don't wish to drive you away."

"N-no, nothing like that. Such an adventure sounds like fun, but I'm not sure I'd be ready for such an excursion into you, though if I ever do return I might be curious enough to try." He rolled onto his back and raised his knees, spreading his legs to better expose himself. "So, uh, if you could just go ahead and have your fun this way, I'd love to indulge you, if you are certain I'll be fine."

A deep, powerful rumble came from the larger dragon's chest cavity as he grinned and growled, slowly applying more and more pressure to Vel's shoulder in order to have him slide down his belly with the intention of impaling him on that monster cock. "If you insist, my dragon friend."

Insist he did. Vel was hard as a rock with a glimmering trail of precum moistening his belly scales. He wanted to see what he could take while damning the consequences! His friends were having fun and seemed nigh indestructible considering the pressure that must have been exerting on them from within, so it seemed to be within the realm of reason that Rokanoss was telling the truth. Given that bit of trust, Vel'Gahrus happily relaxed and allowed himself to be slowly forced onto that massive cock.

The tapered tip prodded at his opening and spread him wide with very little in terms of natural resistance. Vel could feel his pucker dilating, stretching, and distending to fit the bulbous mass of cock, yet he felt no pain despite not being numb. He could feel everything, but it felt more like a rather large and comfortable cock than a colossal one powered by a full-sized dragon. Above all else, he felt like an absolute boss as he watched each of the ridges slip into him one at a time, a series of lurches each accentuated by the popping of another bump of the shaft into him.

It was absolutely transcendent, pleasant beyond measure, and a little surreal to watch what was happening to his body before his very eyes, yet it didn't dissuade him! In fact, the reality of what was being done to him helped to alleviate his concerns fully as he was no longer worried about the safety of his crewmates; not only would they be fine, but they were going to be happier having experienced all the tentacle beast had to offer them!

Of course, Rokanoss was a bit more secure in his own self-assurance. He knew that they were going to be fine and that he could basically do anything he wanted to Vel without repercussions; the only concern he had was convincing them each individually of that fact to minimize conflict. Now that he had successfully converted Vel'Gahrus into a believer, he was ready to go wild and have some fun.

The only thing he wanted to go slow with was the ease in which he buried himself in Var's booty. He knew without issue that all participants would be fine, but a member of that size compared to Vel's relatively minuscule frame would still be hard, as that body would have a hard time when it came to accommodating what he had to offer. He had to tease himself in not only for his own pleasure but for Vel's comfort as well.

And it worked like a charm. With one hand on the smaller dragon's shoulder and the other wrapped around his member for guidance, he was able to force Vel down with a steady and powerful motion, member dilating his rump hole to many times its natural size and belly bulging in equal measure. He was snug, but also malleable enough to ensure that there was no pain on either side.

Mostly, Vel was just shocked at how big he was expanding thanks to the insertion of the dragon cock into his tail end. His eyes widened as the bulge in his belly grew and his abdominal wall shifted into the shape of Rokanoss' cock tip before his very eyes. There was no thrusting, just a gradually built bit of pressure between his shoulders and rump that had him slowly descending upon its girthy length.

Deep down inside, Vel knew this shouldn't have been possible, yet he felt no pain and not one bit of discomfort. Sure, it was unnerving to see his body adapt to such an invasive penetration, but all he felt was the satisfying friction of silken dragon flesh throbbing and sliding against his inner walls, at least until he felt the cold touch of something worming its way into him next to the bulging shaft.

Before he could look down or reach around his groin to examine the new sensations, Rokanoss released his grip on his own cock to wrap it around Vel's other shoulder, where he easily applied more pressure in order to better force the smaller dragon onto his cock. This added pressure made Vel grunt and whimper as he did all he could to relax and remain loose; he knew that there wasn't much he could do to stop the invasion of his bowels but felt inside that if he clenched, it would spoil the sensations.

Still, it didn't take long for him to figure out what had happened. As Rokanoss began to slowly thrust into him - that massive shaft pumping in and out only a tiny fraction of what was possible - a tentacle had been drawn from the pile of gold to creep into Vel's rump, its magical properties further loosening him up and adapting his body from the inside out to handle whatever Rokanoss gave him.

"Too much for you?" Rokanoss whispered into Vel's ear as he clenched his talons hard around his upper torso while arching his back to press the bulge of his knot against his widely spread hole.

"N-no, actually." Vel blushed as he wrapped both arms around the bulge in his belly. "I mean, I'm shocked, but I feel like I could take that knot of yours even though I'd literally feel your length prodding somewhere in the back of my th-" He thought about the mechanics of that and blushed, eager to see what that felt like while also suffering the faintest hint of worry about it.

Rokanoss took this to heart and pushed down on Vel's shoulder a bit harder while grinding and swaying his hips back and forth, rolling the bulges of his knot between Vel's thighs to smear the natural lubricant all over. He applied a bit more pressure with each passing second until he felt a sudden lurch followed by an audible pop and squelch as each knot lobe slid in after another, eventually coming to rest just inside Vel's tail end, the bulbous masses expanding to tie them together as the tentacle slid deeper.

Vel felt nothing but pleasure as the pressure built inside him, knot locked against his hip bones and entire torso bulged with the mass of dragon cock inside him. The pressure hit his prostate just right and he blew his load the second he reached around his belly bulge to stroke himself to climax. Mere seconds passed before he felt the throbbing of an ejaculating dragon inside him, the thick jets of seed filling his body well beyond capacity to the point he had to gulp and stifle an upchuck of cum.

Together, the two of them were locked in a scaly tie, with Vel's tiny body struggling to keep every bit of Rokanoss' member inside him. All was well and they were both basking in the glow of post orgasm bliss before Rokanoss rolled to his side and started digging around in the gold until he found a chest buried in the treasure.

In that moment of curiosity, Vel wished he could somehow ask what Rokanoss was doing or get more information, but the pressure on his throat thanks to the oversized cock that filled his torso ensured he was unable to speak yet was still able to breathe.

The motion made Storm pay close attention, having just locked knots with Urai by this time. He was a dominant gryphon drake and didn't wish to give up his hen to any outsider, he was willing to fight for his mate. Luckily, he seemed to realize that Rokanoss meant no harm and simply backed away with his knot tugging on Urai's rump until they were hiding behind a pile of gold, together.

Rokanoss continued his work by pulling out one of what looked like hundreds of vials filled with a teal coloured liquid. Potion. Pure ademane, as far as Vel could tell. Must have been the remedy. He kept his gaze fixated on Storm's intense eyes as he poured the vial onto the nearest pile of gold.

Nothing happened for a few minutes, but as Vel watched, the magenta tentacles pumping in and through both Xander and Ithilwen shifted in colour from magenta to the same teal as the potion. The moment that happened, the bulges and throbbing masses that were pumping in and out picked up in activity before disconnecting from the rest of the gooey mass and leaking out both ends. The tendril split itself between the maws of both Ithilwen and Xander, and the resulting liquid started leaking out of Ithilwen's pussy and tail hole both until her bulge was gone and she was left only with the faintest hint of the remaining eggs, same as Xander.

Before long, the mass of goo had completely evacuated both of them and the rest of the teal beast had shifted under the pile of gold to surround Storm on all sides. Storm was yet to be completely aware of this, as he was still laser-focused on Rokanoss when a single tendril shot up to stab at his tail hole, leaving a few tiny drops on the flesh of his pucker.

He shot around and hissed as the tendril liquefied and dissipated back into the pile of gold to completely disappear once again. The gryphon drake remained agitated but soon settled down as he blinked his eyes and twitched his neck, ears flicking in a hyper-alert state before taking in a few deep breaths. His form shifted and twisted back into a biped form even as he remained hunched over Urai, leaving him confused and disoriented for a few moments before he deciphered where he was and what was going on around him. He blinked a few times before smirking over at Vel, nodding with a sly look as he embraced what he had gotten himself into.

In truth, he was trying his best to figure out what had happened but had been able to piece together what memories he could to figure things out. The fight with Rokanoss was a bit of a hazy blur to him, and he didn't remember landing on the gold pile before being converted back into feral, but it wasn't hard for him to figure out what had happened. "Well, lovely day for some passion." He said as he moved around so that he was on his knees behind Urai, still tied to his rump with one hand wrapped around the base of the dragon's tail.

At that same time, both Ithilwen and Xander were plucking themselves from the trance that had overcome them while the tentacle was snaking its way through their bodies. The each rolled to their feet and shook themselves off before stumbling onto their rumps and falling off to the side of the gold pile, leaving them both disoriented.

"Wait, what exactly just happened?" Ithilwen said as she rubbed her head and squinted her eyes. "There's no way I just got taken by-"

"I think you did." Xander interrupted with a goofy grin. He leaned against her and cradled his own member, eager to feel the throbbing sensation of a tentacle in him once more. "And I think you're better for it. I know I am!" He then started idly pawing at the coin to check and see if he could find the tentacled beast once more, hoping to instigate another session.

Meanwhile, Rokanoss' cock was gradually shrinking to a more manageable state inside Vel's body. A dragon's cock knotted just like a gryphon or canine, but they didn't need to stay tied for hours like their knotted companions. Instead, they liked a blend of pressure and friction and were able to finish within reasonable time just like most others. As such, he was slowly tugging out as the effects of the tentacles drained from Vel's form, leaving the tiny dragon's rump to gush as Rokanoss' seed burst out due to the pressure that had accrued inside him.

There was a wash of relief as the pressure was released, allowing Vel to collapse on all fours with his tail up and rump still gaping wide but slowly closing up like a wound healed with the aid of magic. As he felt his walls touch their opposites, he clenched to force the last of the mess out of him and collapsed on his belly to roll down the pile and join up with Ithilwen and Xander. He had no words to speak, for he was still shuddering in delight as the residual warmth and friction coursed through him.

It was Storm who broke the silence, addressing Rokanoss. "Wait, weren't we fighting before-"

"We were, but we're not anymore," Rokanoss answered before Storm could finish the question. "I will gladly explain everything if you're willing to spend the night. I'll explain your temporary loss of lucidity, your complete descent into feral lust, the creature that protects this mountain, and everything in between, but I'd like to do so without the distractions of the flesh." He rubbed his member to emphasize the point. "So if you don't mind, you have your fun with your dragon friend, I'll be waiting."

Storm laughed, the full-bodied heaves tugging on Urai's rump, leaving the dragon to moan and grin while cross-armed on the gold. He was happy to be yanked around, thrust against, smacked, grabbed it, and clawed, as long as it meant he got to feel the captain's cock pumping copious volumes of his seed into him. He remained placid as Storm responded to Rokanoss. "Well, I'm probably going to be here at least until this afternoon, so you might as well go ahead and start talkin'!"

"Don't you have another companion waiting in the wings?" Rokanoss asked as he reared up to his hind legs and glanced over to the dilapidated buildings at the edge of the summit where Therris was left and still waiting to be called.

Urain sighed and hoisted himself up, reluctant to call out to Therris but acknowledging that he really had to so the crew's final member wasn't left out of the loop. "Therris, darling, you can come out now!" He yelled as loud as he could, voice echoing off the nearby mountain ranges.

Mere seconds later, a still-clothed Therris poked his head out from behind a half-destroyed wall, eyes wide and tail flicking out behind him. He could see the gooey mess all over Ithilwen and Xander, the cummy splash that was still bridging from Rokanoss' slit to Vel's tail hole, and the still-knotted Urai and Storm. It was definitely a party. "What the hell happened here?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and a huff of delight. "And why wasn't I invited?"

Rokanoss and Storm shared a glance and grinned before the dragon answered. "I have so much to tell you all. Come, heed my words, and then you may leave at your will. For now, sit! Enjoy! Gather some loot, if you can hold it; I will tell you the tale of Gold Peaks Island!"