See them both in action
#4 of Lusts of Faerun
When she returned there was quite a scene awaiting her. The wagon had been loaded and repaired, a fire was made to spend the night, the bodies had been disposed of, and a small gulghuth was on a spit over the fire. And next to the fire Prathem and Tessy were enjoying some 'play time', laying head to crotch over each other in a 69 position.
Prathem's mane was fully enlarged and his eyes had begun to glow orange again. His muscles had grown exponentially. Every muscle it seemed; only half of his length was in Tessy's mouth but hir jaw was stretching like a snake trying to swallow a Rock's egg. The lion seemed to be doing double duty; his mouth interchanging between licking and sucking. Finally, shi came from both sexes, pumping creamy seed over his face while moaning around his dick.
Xizim began to imagine the lion's taste-and the Drow's-and felt her slit begin to drip with lust. She curled around a nearby stalagmite, turning her serpentine body so that her pussy faced out, and took another look at the mother-son duo. Her tongue flicked out, snake-like, and she both tasted and smelled the pheromones wafting over to her. She breathed deeply, taking in all three scents; Prathem and Tespal's natural scents, and the Yuan-Ti perfume that drove her wild.
She normally wasn't given to voyeurism but this time she would make an exception. The pair had changed position; now they were in a classic anal figuration, with Tessy taking the lead, pushing her sizable cock into Prathem's ass as a small pool formed underneath them from the pre dripping from his shlong. She couldn't take it, she had to feel something inside her. Looking around she sighted the oak chest behind the duo. Summoning all her courage she cast Knock on the box, then Pull Object, her own invention, to pull a decent sized dildo out of the container. Moving her hands as though she were drawing in a string, the somatic component of the spell, she slowly pulled the toy towards her.
When it was past the fire, she gave a sharp tug on the imaginary string and the object de amour leaped into her hands. She reached down and gathered a bit of liquid from her soaking pussy and used it to lube her new pleasure item. It had a strange shape to it though, like a griffon but made of firm, gel-like material. It had a knot near the base, so she would have to be careful or it would get caught.
Slowly but smoothly she pushed it deep inside herself, the pleasure bordering on instant orgasm. When it was a deep as she could stand it she began to move it back and forth, clapping her free hand over her mouth so as not to interrupt the two. As if of its own free will her tail penetrated her ass to her considerable pleasure. She adored double penetration but had never done it alone before, and she made a mental note to remember to do it again sometime. But before she had reached her first orgasm she felt her hands snap to her sides and her body become straight and rigid. She recognized the spell, of course, it was Hold Person; not a mage spell, but a priest one. Only one person could have cast it; Tessy. She grinned. Things were about to get very interesting.
"Shhh, little snake. I wont hurt you. I'm going to have some fun with your friends first."
This was not Tessy's voice. It was male, and had a deep, growling rasp. She had enough freedom to turn her eyes. She saw large, dark black claws. They moved aside and a face moved into her field of vision. A reptilian, skeletal face with sunken eyes and nostrils, forward curling horns yellowed with age. The skin was thin and stretched like butter scraped over too much bread.
"Hush, little Yuan-Ti," the Black Dragon said as acidic drool oozed out of his lips, "You don't die yet. I want to taste that Drow she-male first. And I'm going to taste her in every possible way."
There was a small pop as the dragon's form began to melt and re-solidify into another, smaller shape. A shape with no legs, a serpentine form, deep brown eyes, and quite ample breasts. He looked like her.
"Polymorph Self," he (she?) said in her voice, "Wonderful spell isn't it?"
He licked his lips.
"Yes, first I'll eat her. Then I'll eat her."
"Aaah, shouldn't we...mmm...wait...for Xizim," Tessy managed to mutter between sighs as Prathem pierced hir from the front, massaging hir dick with his furry stomach.
"If she's missing out," he responded in his deep, now adult voice as he pumped into her, "Then it's her fault."
He fucked harder and harder, pressing hir into the ground and crunching the rocks below hir into a fine powder. She whimpered slightly as his left hand strayed to hir firm tit on the same side, his right pulling hir head back sharply so he could kiss and nibble the skin on her neck, being careful not to get too excited and bite down.
He heard slithering behind him and pulled out, flipping Tessy around and over him and shoving his cock roughly into hir backside as Xizim impaled herself on the front.
The trio flipped themselves around so they formed a right triangle, with Xizim on bottom, Prathem bent over, his monstrous dick pounding from the top, and Tessy between them, enjoying the duel pleasure. Prathem thrusted hard, forcing hir to pump into Xizim just as forcefully, suddenly and unexpectedly cumming from both sexes as shi felt the serpent's tail moving into hir pussy and massaging hir clit.
Next came (no pun intended) Xizim, exploding around Tespal's dick. Prathem, on the other hand, seemed possessed of infinite durability, pumping for at least fifteen minutes after the other two until he finally came, the energy of his orgasm forcing him out of her. He leaned over Tessy, craning his neck over hir shoulder to kiss Xizim, breathing deeply of both there scents.
He inhaled Tessy's familiar Yuan-Ti perfume, and breathed it back out, savoring it like a drug. Then when he got close to the snake-girl, he tasted her scent, as he had before, and it smelled like...like...
His eyes snapped open and he pulled himself from Tespal's ass, tossing hir aside and grabbing Xizim by the throat.
"Prathem, what are you doing," Tessy screached, "Leave Xizim alone!"
"This is NOT Xizim," he hissed, "It's an imposter."
The not-Xizim creature grinned.
"You should listen, Drow," it said in a rasping, obviously male voice, "He knows what he says. But how did you know? That Polymorph Self spell was perfect."
"You can disguise your appearance, but not your scent, dragon."
The fake Xizim tried to bite his arm and he tossed her (him?) into and THROUGH a nearby stalagmite, forcing the spell to fade and the Black to take his true form.
He rose and blasted a shot of acid at Prathem, and he knew that if it hit it was all over. What he did not know, however, was that Tessy was a high-level cleric, and knew several powerful spells. Not the least of which was Wall of Force.
Just before the noxious stream hit a shimmering wall of energy formed in front of Prathem, who had crossed his arms in front of him.
The Black could hardly believe his eyes. That attack should have killed the fur, but the Drow had blocked it with a spell. Oooh, he would tear her.
He roared in fury and charged at the Drow. Even though he was just over man-sized, if he reached full speed he would hit as hard as a run away wagon. He bore down on her like a raging blur of fang, claw, and scale, his tail straight behind him and his wings slightly extended. No one could mach his speed. Or at least, no one should have been able to, but tell that to the huge fist which connected with the end of his nose, knocking him off his feet.
When the stars cleared from in front of the dragons eyes the lion-anthro was ushering the Drow to a safe place.
"Getting the woman out of the way? I imagine you don't want her hurt," he growled.
"You're right," came the response, "I don't."
"How did you move so fast? Something with your muscle mass ande weight shouldn't have been able to keep up with me."
"Normally, no. But you tried to hurt my mother, and you'll die for that," Prathem growled as he disappeared with his blinding speed.
"Your mother!?"
The winged viper looked around for his prey, but didn't have to search for long as the lion materialized above him, smashing his fist into the top of the dragon's head. The Black's head bounced off the ground as he rolled onto his back to slash at the lion. Prathem vanished again, though, leaving the dragon to search with his nose this time. He lashed with his tail, crushing a large rock, missing Prathem by about nine inches when he appeared.
The lion leapt onto his tail and ran up his back, slashing his wings open, allowing blood to pour freely. The dragon managed to toss him off though, so he hopped in front of the reptile.
"Fool," shouted the wyrm as he channeled acid into his throat for a final blast.
But Prathem apparently had this planned as he wrapped his arm around his muzzle, clamping his mouth shut on the acid. As it scorched his tongue and gums the dragon tried to force it through his nostrils, making the cat pinch his nostrils shut. As the Black began to suffocate he tried a last ditch effort, bringing his tail around to impale the lion from behind. But the lion heard it coming and actually caught the spiny tail in one hand and punched it through the dragon's scaly forehead. The viper struggled for a moment before his muscles gave in and he collapsed in a heaped corpse.
As the lion stepped away from his fallen enemy and leaned against a boulder to rest his aching limbs he dimly heard the women run up to him, concern on their faces. He was concerned himself; he was not usually this tired after a fight. He needed his potion.
"Prathem are you all right!?"
"That was so brave, baby. I'm very proud of you."
He grinned and tried to embrace them, but the world began spinning and his vision went black as the scales of his dead enemy.