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Mephis' nerves were a bundle of claws in his stomach. Chisur, the crown prince and newly appointed heir to Archay, walked a little bit ahead of him. Mephis watched the end of his crimson tail curl and uncurl as he hurried through the old palace. Toward the prince's suite. The two of them had been on, well, Mephis wasn't sure if it could be called a date. Physical affection like feet touching under a table or holding another's hand at a bar was normal in Archayon. Dragons thrived on touch, and an intimate touch was as much a sign of someone engaged in conversation as it was affection.

The big, demure albino dragon had much more than affectionate thoughts for his prince. Hence his nerves. Chisur's muscled body, tall frame, wide shoulders, the way his eyes matched the royal gold scales on his front. The fiery mane of red hair that ran down his back...

The two had met for a stroll in the Atrium, a massive indoor garden with capacity to host thousands, when Chisur out of nowhere proposed they returned to his suite. Since then he had not said much, which only left Mephis more worried.

They finally reached their destination in the old stone castle, and when Mephis closed the door behind them Chisur finally spoke, "Mephis?"

"Uh, yes, my lord?" Mephis shrank back a little, as if he could ever hide. He was a little bigger than the prince, but not at all sculpted like the him. Mephis did have a bit of gut, and a layer of fat to the muscles on his arms and legs.

"My tether thinks your attracted to me. Is that true?"

Mephis' tail curled around his waist and he stroked it. He stared at it while he stuttered, "I... um... I mean, who wouldn't be, my lord?"

He felt Chisur close to him before the tip of a clawed hand lifted his chin to meet Chisur's gaze. "Mephis, I want you but I need you to give me a straight answer for once and tell me if you want me--Kyle is killing me right now."

Mephis had no idea what Chisur meant by that. Kyle was Chisur's once-human mate, who the prince shared a tether with. The tether was a link between mind and soul that let people share their sensations and experiences, but Mephis wasn't sure what killing had to do with--

"Well?" Chisur's growled.

Mephis opened is muzzle but found his voice stalled out into a squeak. He closed it and meekly nodded. Chisur shoved him against the door. The prince's lips silenced Mephis' gasp. The soft press of fine scales made the bigger dragon shudder as Chisur wrapped him in his embrace. The prince's tongue slipped past Mephis lips and ran the length of the roof of his mouth. Chisur's tongue was big even for a dragon's, and when it coiled around the albino's, Mephis nearly moaned. He felt his cock stirring in its slit. Chisur's claws teased down his side, the little touches of those tips unspooled the tension in Mephis' gut even if his pulse didn't slow down. The prince broke the kiss and pushed his snout into Mephis' collar. His deep inhale made the albino's slit spread with the tip of his dick.

Chisur growled, then whispered in his ear, "One of the first things I liked about you was your scent."

"M-my lord--"

"Chisur," the prince said his name like an order.

"Chisur... I... ah--" his breath caught when Chisur's hand rubbed his slit, pressing fabric against Mephis' peaking cock-tip. The prince laughed at the reaction, a set of soft, sultry notes soaked in satin. Elegant in his confidence, he was everything Mephis dreamed of.

The laughter still smoldered in his voice as he asked, "Are you always so easily led by your partners?" This came with nuzzling down into his neck, crimson muzzle kissed into ivory scales with pink undertones. Like his kiss made Mephis' hide blush.

Mephis felt moving would wake him from this dream. His arms remained at his side, tail flat against the door. Frozen as he was, Chisur stepped back, drawing Mephis hand with him and kissing his knuckles. He asked, "You do want this?"

The albino dragon didn't just want to nod. He licked his lips, wishing he could still taste his prince before he said to his feet, "I... it's just--Chisur I've... well who hasn't fantasized about the royal line--"

Chisur opened Mephis hand and nuzzled his cheek to the albino dragon's palm. Looking up, Mephis' words felt like a bird slamming into glass. The flight of his thoughts stopped suddenly by the patient warmth in Chisur's golden eyes.

"Yes." The smile Chisur offered at that was something Mephis would die defending. He quickly added, "This is just--I was overwhelmed."

The prince chuckled. "Just wait till we go back to my room."

"Your, uh, room?"

"Where else after I've thrown you up against the wall?"

Mephis knew many places. The prince's office, hidden paths in the Atrium, a beach alcove not far from the palace, Mephis' apartment--a whole catalogue of sites where he fantasized about his prince. The wall worked for Mephis, too. Fuck, he bet Chisur was strong enough to hold the big dragon up and pound him till the door strained on its hinges.

Chisur's little laugh again. "You're so cute when you're left speechless." He yanked Mephis against his chest before the dragon could be embarrassed. He kissed Mephis' cheek and whispered in his earfrill, "It's that softness of yours we find so alluring, you know."

"We?"

Mephis could feel the tip of his dick rubbing Chisur's through their pants. Neither had truly spilled from their slits, though.

"You'll see," Chisur promised, and, fingers twined in together, the prince led him cross the room. Mephis might as well have floated. Through the door, Mephis heard panting, and smelled--

Chisur threw open his room and said as they both entered, "You two will kill me with these antics one day."

Chisur's bedroom was a circular chamber with a large bed on the opposite end of the door they entered. It was furnished with a desk, wardrobe, an old tapestry from before the war, and a large window with a view of the ocean. All of this Mephis barely noted as he saw the source of the scent on the room. Propped up against the headboard was a black dragon whose front were grey scales approaching silver. His white hair spilled messily across his shoulders and collarbone. His face struggled to smirk through obvious strain. His slender frame was ruined by the gentle swell just above his hips, belly gravid with the prince's clutch. A hand reaching across that belly pushed the head of a small, thin dragon down between his thighs. This was Kyle, Chisur's tethered mate.

Between his legs, still lapping hungrily, was Jerawk, the attendant and mate of both Chisur and Kyle. He served all their needs, including the one that must have been sweltering under Kyle's puffy mound. The yellow dragon's tail wagged gently back and forth across the sheets, seemingly oblivious to their entry. Mephis didn't need Chisur to explain what he had just been invited to or what the prince meant by "we."

"Was... was this planned?" Mephis wasn't sure if he needed to leap out of his clothes or insist this was all far too much. He was a minor representative of the court and--

"He's diabolical, isn't he?" Chisur asked, shutting the door behind them, as if he sensed Mephis' fight or flight response.

Kyle finally pulled Jerawk up and Mephis saw the dragon's thin muzzle glisten with Kyle's nectar. He said, "Did you--hah--think I'd let Chisur have you all to himself?"

Mephis dumbly shook his head.

Jerawk rubbed his chin. "Thank the Queen you got here when you did. Kyle was starting to make my jaw hurt."

"Huh?" was all Mephis could offer.

Chisur said, "They've been going at it since we started our walk in the Atrium. Do you know how hard it is for me to keep from getting hard while you're eating him out, Jerawk?"

Jerawk smiled, lying on his side while he stroked Kyle's inner thigh. "It was an order, my lord."

Chisur scoffed and started stripping with such a casual stride that Mephis quickly looked away as if he wasn't just gaping at Kyle's pregnant pussy. As if Jerawk wasn't naked as well, his dark, seven inch cock twitching on the bed's red sheets. He heard Kyle giggle from across the room and ask, "Well, are you going to join us?"

Before he responded Chisur's broad chest flattened the dragon's wings to his back. The prince nipped his nape, at the base of the spinal fin that crested on his head and travelled the length of his back and tail. He felt Chisur's arousal press against his back, a growl brushing across his ear. "He just needs some encouragement, love."

The prince reached around and unbuttoned the fly of Mephis' pants before tugging them down. Next came the shawl Mephis wore, slipped from his shoulders and baring the dragon for three pairs of hungry eyes. Chisur's hands rubbed the lips of his slit, fingers splitting into a scissor and pressing downward until it tipped the spaded head of Mephis' pink cock from its slick entrance. Chisur murred and continue to work on encouraging his arousal. As the cock spilled from his sheath, the prince's fingers wrapped along his swelling length. Mephis bit his tongue and held back the sounds he so obviously wanted to make for the prince.

Mephis noticed the other two dragons in the room slowly touching themselves as they watched Mephis squirm in Chisur's grasp. Soon his cock was completely hard: ten inches of slick cockflesh throbbed against his belly while Chisur kept it pressed there, rubbing the underside of the shaft. It was too thick for the prince to grasp in one hand.

"He good and ready now, I think," Chisur announced, gently pushing Mephis to the bed.

Kyle and Jerawk met them there, a yellow and black scaled hand grabbing each of Mephis' and leading him into the bed with them. The bigger albino dragon left little room for the smaller pair, but both dragons seemed to eagerly press against his body. Kyle's dark muzzle lifted to his chin and gave him a gentle kiss. Truly, Mephis had not given much thought to Chisur's mates, but now that he was here he found his hands combing through Kyle's hair, thumbs rubbing his horns and fingers gently holding the black dragon in the kiss. Meanwhile he felt Jerawk's muzzle rub up underneath his belly, scenting Mephis' musk. The room already smelled of draconic rut, Kyle's pregnant cunt cutting it with a particular scent of need. Jerawk nuzzled the base of Mephis' shaft and ran a hand up and down the underside of it. The little dragon murred and tilted his muzzle so he could bury his tongue in Mephis slit. The albino dragon's still hidden knot felt the muscle coil around it. This moment of worship from both dragons was dreamlike.

Then he felt a hand lifting his tail--blunt snout shoving beneath it. Chisur's long tongue slid between his buttcheeks, spreading them and slicking them with spit. The warm firmness of that work while Chisur huffed his musky scent made Mephis cock throb and leak. He whimpered into Kyle's insistent kiss as the smaller dragon's fine hand rubbed the head of his pink cock. Chisur kneaded Mephis' round ass, a little fattened and yielding under Chisur's digits, claws extended ever so slightly. The dragon spread Mephis and smothered his muzzle into the albino's pink rim. Lips kissed the tender ring of muscle, and Chisur's tongue eagerly slathered up against it. His probing took little work to spread Mephis, and soon the dragon felt the prince's oversized tongue digging inside him.

Mephis would have bent double if not for the two dragons in front of him. He groaned, breaking the kiss and slumping against Kyle--lye jaw to jet-black shoulder. He panted down Kyle's back. He was embarrassed to admit all this teasing was too much. Jerawk had kissed up his cock and now wrapped his muzzle around Mephis' tip. Those yellow lips made a tight seal and started sucking Mephis' length into his warm maw. Kyle's hand had settled on the back of Jerawk's head to keep him on Mephis' cock. His other hand stroked Mephis earfrill while he nuzzled into the bigger dragon's weight.

"You can cum if you want," Kyle whispered. "We know you've got nowhere else to be today--so there's plenty of time."

The invitation was too much. Mephis had never in his wildest dreams thought something this erotic could be sprung on him. The prince's tongue found his prostate and when massaging that nut made his walls contract, Chisur started to focus on it explicitly. His muscle wriggled and undulated inside Mephis hot ass, practically a vibrator on his prostate. At the same time he felt Jerawk's lips touch his knot, the dragon having successfully deep-throated him. It was too much.

Kyle giggled in his ear while a broken moan worked deep in the back of Mephis' throat. Chisur kept eagerly eating his ass out, growling hungrily beneath Mephis while Jerawk quickly withdrew. The little dragon had to swallow a thick mouthful of cum before he popped off Mephis glistening pink cock with a satisfied, "Mmmm..." His hands kept stroking the bottom of the shaft while he licked the top half, kissing the bright flesh. Kyle went down to join him, and the sight of both slight dragons, one pregnant and both dripping their fluids onto the bed, licking the tip of his cock made Mephis grab both and keep them next to his dick. Seed spilled across both dragons, streams of potent spunk slipping down their cheeks and chests, down the swell of Kyle's pregnant belly and across Jerawk's trim waist. Both dragons seemed eager cumsluts, basking in the musky scent and taste of Mephis essence. The heat of his seed trailed thickly on their hides.

Chisur's tongue withdrew with a soft gasp from Mephis. The albino dragon was having trouble breathing, as the two sluts in front of him licked his cock clean of its last few, weak spurts. When the flow stopped, both dragons touched his side and got out of his way. And a firm hand shoved him face down into the bed. Mephis felt Chisur climb on the bed, a heavy weight slide against his backside. It was hot, throbbing.

Mephis bottomed enough times in his life to prepare for what was coming. He tried to relax, his tail pulled up by a set of smaller hands, and another set spreading his asshole for Chisur. The two smaller dragons made Mephis ready for the prince to claim. The spade tip of Chisur's ebon cock was just as fat as Mephis' own, something he hoped for but could not have ever really known. The dick opened him easily, slick with its own oily lubricant. Mephis claws dug into the sheets. That pleasant burn at being spread blossomed into a throbbing fullness that kept his cock from softening between the sheets and his belly.

Chisur grunted and slowly started humping in and out of Mephis. The big albino dragon turned his head and panted as more and more of that cock slipped inside him. Thick inches and dark draconic cock caved in the pink flesh of his rim and left him wanting. He felt breathless and heavy. Chisur already pressed at the limits of where other partners had reached. That dick hollowed him out and rubbed down along his prostate--Chisur's angle purposefully working his nut.

Hands stroked the length of his back, Kyle kissed his cheek, and the prince patiently worked until Mephis felt the bulb of a knot rest against his ass. He gasped--never having been so full in his life. Kyle asked, breath washing over Mephis dazed muzzle, "How is he, love?"

Chisur growled. "Tighter than you two at this point--mmph. I'll definitely be knotting him more than once today."

Jerawk laughed and Mephis felt claws lightly run under his tail. "Long as you put something under our tail before the end of the day you can have him as much as you want."

Mephis tried to say something but simply groaned again.

"Now that you've had your fun, turn him over? I want to ride him while you fuck him," Kyle said.

"What about me?"

"Just ride his mouth, Jerawk."

The attendant harrumphed and Chisur said, "You'll get your turn, don't worry." He began to pull out, working his long dick slowly from Mephis' clamping asshole with a quiet curse. When his dick was freed, Mephis felt a firm, large hand squeeze his thigh. Chisur rolled him onto his back, and Mephis looked up to see the draconic length that had claimed him. It was over a foot in length and every bit as thick as Mephis'. "How... how did that..."

"Fit?" Chisur said with a smirk as he grabbed Mephis ankles and hoisted them up. Soon his legs were hooked on the prince's shoulders.

Mephis merely nodded.

Kyle said, "Don't worry, dear. We've all taken it--big guy like you should be fine."

The black and grey dragon moved to straddle Mephis. The albino dragon watched, as beneath the swell of the dragon's gravid stomach, those scaly, wet lips touched the head of Mephis' cock. Mephis didn't notice his held breath, until Chisur reached around Mephis thigh and held his cock still for Kyle. The prince's mate hissed, his fingers traveling between his thighs and spreading the lips of his pussy. He clearly wanted to give Mephis a show. When his spaded tip rubbed against his entrance, Kyle whimpered softly, before he let his thighs drop--so slight yet the sudden warmth and wet of his cunny made Mephis' dick nearly jerk from Chisur's grip.

"Oh... fuck," Kyle sighed, slipping a little further on that length. He was already incredibly slick inside. Watching the descent of that pregnant belly and pussy on his length was so entrancing. He laid his hand on Kyle stomach, the grey scales of his belly were tight and warm. The lips of Kyle's cunt were being tugged inward as he slipped to the base of Mephis shaft, but when that knot kissed his mound, both dragon's squirmed. Kyle's walls squeezed around his cock, trying to milk it already. He planted his hands on Mephis broad chest and bit his bottom lip. The bigger dragon felt Kyle grind their hips together.

Kyle's voice became all breathy need. "Mephis... shit... I want you to tie me so bad."

Chisur, still behind his mate, kissed his neck, gaze locking with Mephis' as he said, "You'd let him breed you right now if you could."

Kyle nodded, eyes squeezed shut. His whole body trembled as he kept trying to simply press that knot into his cunt.

A chuckle, then a warning, "Careful if you don't want hatchlings, Mephis. He means it."

The prince's lustful gaze left little doubt for the albino dragon. He had never considered it before but the thought of seeding this slut? His head craned backward in a long moan.

Jerawk said, "Assuming the prince ever lets him off his knot." The lithe dragon straddled Mephis shoulders and raised his tail. Mephis saw the dark rim of the little yellow dragon, and the enticing musk from there already reached his muzzle and made his snout twitch. With ease, he grabbed Jerawk's hips and leaned in, nuzzling into that supple, shapely ass. The twink of a dragon arched his back and released a please sigh as Mephis spread his ass with his thumbs. Tongue lathered his entrance. The taste of dragon in rut made his cock ache inside Kyle's shuddering pussy.

Before he could try to pry open Jerawk with his tongue, though, he felt his own asshole getting invaded again. Mephis voice was muffled by Jerawk as he felt the prince's cock sink back into him. That length filling him made his claws dig into Jerawk's hips. The dragon appreciated this, murring and sitting down on his muzzle. Chisur's dick rooted itself in the albino and he leaned forward, nipping Kyle's shoulder. The black dragon chose then to start moving again, whining a little as he lifted shakily off Mephis' cock then slammed back down. His tail wrapped around Chisur's waist, while Mephis went back to eating Jerawk's ass. The dragon high-pitched moan a satisfying note when Mephis' tongue pushed past his loose entrance to the earthy taste of those walls.

Chisur bottomed out inside of Mephis. The prince snarled as his knot hit snug against those plump, white asscheeks. Black bulb of cockflesh caving them in a little as Chisur sought to knot the albino dragon. Kyle wanted a similar sort of tie, and the smaller black dragon worked up and down the length of his shaft in shuddering breaths. The velvet warmth of his walls tightened and pulled--the wet of his juices slid down the albino's hips. Jerawk watched both his mates work the albino dragon over, tongue buried in his ass and seven inch shaft leaking pre across Mephis' chest. Kyle's muzzle would sometimes hang in front of it, but the dragon was too busy trying to be bred to try and service the single exposed endowment in the group.

The musky taste of dragon ass almost became a rock for the albino dragon to hold onto while his bottom half was battered. The dragon loved being under the tails of males, their scent and taste. So that scaly rear rubbing against his lips made him snarl. Jerawk's obvious need filled his senses, and Mephis was certain he wanted to knot this dragon next. The image of him and Kyle submissively worshipping his cock stirred a dominant side of him that rarely came out. Though right now it contended with the other dominant male in the room.

Copious amounts of pre spilled into the albino dragon's ass and let Chisur fuck him with abandon. The yielding warmth of those walls were unlike Kyle's slutty cunt. The tighter fit left Chisur struggling to hold back, and through the tether he felt, too, the sensation of Kyle riding that meaty dragon dick. The penetration a sensation both mates felt even as Kyle felt the residual warmth of Mephis' ass. Neither was sure who took more pleasure from the albino dragon, but both felt the knots they worked on pound open the entrances they slammed against.

Kyle's pussy gaped as it tried to swallow that flesh. He'd not taken a knot this big since Chisur had bred him properly. Kyle being pregnant, it was too risky to take a dick whose full length penetrated his cervix. But this girthy, shorter pink cock would press right against the spongy barrier to his womb when he got that knot inside him. The bottom of his gravid, grey stomach rubbed against Mephis' white one, taught scales meeting pliable ones, some cum still there on Kyle's hide. The reminder that this was a fertile male made Mephis growl, his tongue vibrating inside Jerawk. The thought that if Kyle wasn't pregnant he'd be trying to tie Mephis--practically a stranger to him--all so he could get his needy cunt bred left Mephis wanting.

Filled with the need to tie him, too, Mephis grabbed Kyle's hips with his strong hands and thrust upward while he yanked the black dragon down. Kyle practically screamed when that knot popped inside his pussy. Chisur's fucking made the fist-sized flesh tug and pull at Kyle's entrance. His mound swelled with the size of that thick tie. Kyle wriggled on it. The walls of the dragon spasmed on Mephis cock, and the albino dragon, who'd been trying his best not to cum, felt himself tipping over the edge. And that was before, with a loud snarl, Chisur tied Mephis. The burn at his rim was matched by the pressure of that knot shattering his prostate. Mephis couldn't even make a sound as he started seeding Kyle's already claimed cunny. The dragon's pregnant sex seemed to react to the rush of seed inside it and gripped Mephis with renewed vigor. Kyle whimpered, the hands spread on the albino's chest curled, claws nearly scratching rents in his hide.

Mephis came thickly and quickly into Kyle. Trapped with nowhere to go, he soon felt his cum spilling all around his cock. Kyle's walls expanded under the pressure of cum, even as Chisur's warmth spilled inside of Mephis. He felt that incredible draconic cock flood him--each thick gout of spunk Mephis rushed inside him. The spaded tip sprayed hot seed into Mephis' core as if the albino could be bred as well and--fuck he may just carry his prince's clutch if it meant doing this. Feeling this. His bowels full of cum, and Chisur showed no signs of slowing down, which only prolonged Mephis' orgasm. He could tell Kyle was cumming wildly around his cock, but it wasn't until the pressure became too much and the seal of his knot broke that Mephis recognized how messy they were. A deluge of watery cum--their mixed juices--began spilling from Kyle lips and across Mephis.

Kyle's whimpers were muffled, though, because Jerawk had yanked the black dragon down by the horns. He gave up on riding Mephis muzzle, and opted to fuck Kyle's face. The black dragon accepted this with a blissed out complicity, murring as his muzzle was used. Jerawk only needed to slam his knot against Kyle's lips a few times before, with a grunt, he began cumming in the slut's muzzle. Kyle reached around and kept Jerawk hugged to his lips. The small dragon's cock in the back of his throat, fired thick spunk into the black dragon's stomach. Mephis watched the yellow dragon's dark pucker clench each time he came, which only made him certain he still wanted to fuck both of Chisur's mates into the ground.

Eventually, Jerawk freed himself, and, cock still twitching, fired a few final ropes of cum across Kyle's chest. The little dragon fell backwards against the headboard, waist just above Mephis and spent cock fallen across his face. The panting little dragon said, "Fuck... I love watching... cum slide down your belly, Kyle."

Kyle rubbed it across his stomach, making Mephis gasp. The room smelled thickly of draconic cum and rutting. Kyle craned his neck backwards, and he and Chisur kissed before Kyle asked, "Mmph, so, can we keep him?"

Chisur laughed slightly, his cock still had cum leaking into Mephis' core. "I think that's, hah, up to him."

Jerawk scooted backward and rubbed Mephis cheek affectionately. "Well?"

Mephis stared up at the ceiling, just trying to breathe for a moment. He couldn't believe this was how the prince went about inviting someone into the heated tangle of his love life. He asked, "Is it... is it always like this?"

Kyle giggled and Mephis felt him clench down on the pink knot still buried in his mound. "Depends on who's in the room."

Mephis saw in the gazes of both tethered mates the promise of many more rooms to come.

How could anyone say no?