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Sithris yowled as his consciousness reluctantly returned to him. While he hated going to sleep, he despised waking up more. Sure, the black drake had plenty of things he could do once he was up, but the requirement of actually crawling out of bed was not one he currently cared for.

His eyes slowly opened, vision slowly clearing up as he licked his chops. The bed he laid in was more of a nest, with plenty of blankets to snuggle under, perks of his mates being well-respected overseers of dragon-kind. He cooed as he nestled under more of them, hiding from the nippy chill coming from the mouth of the cave.

It had been many months since he had moved in with his mates. He smiled warmly. To think it is all because I went for a stroll at just the right time. He turned his long neck to look at his tailbase, admiring the shiny gold ring. His mates each wore one as well, the trio inseparable when away from work.

He sighed softly. One of his mates, Kara, was off at Warfang, finishing her Wind Guardian training. When the former Guardian disappeared, she accepted the role and was nearing her final test.

The image of the white dragoness made him shiver with lust. She was the alpha of the three in the bedroom, and he was always happy to service her, be it licking her folds until she gushed her feminine juices, or scratching that itch in her tail hole until she leaked his seed.

The black drake held back a moan and shook himself. There can be plenty of that once she's back, and I know Rift would be very happy to join in... Or watch. He paused, thinking to himself. That's right, it's his day off. Where is that pesky pest?

He looked around for his other mate. Riften was the Fire Guardian, leader of the Guardians in Warfang, and the drake that lead to Sithris living here. He had dragged Sithy all over the Realms to revive Kara, only to fall for the both of them. Rift was the cheese that kept them stuck together.

Sithris couldn't hold back another chuckle as he looked to the back of the cave, spotting a chained off room. The black drake hadn't been joking when he said he was gonna limit Rift's cheese addiction by locking all the cheese up. The fire dragon pouted for a week over that.

Ugh, I don't wanna get up. He whined as he pushed his body up, taking a step out of the nest before stretching out with a tired groan. He padded a few more steps before sitting in front of a fire, looking fairly fresh by the lack of charring on the wood. "Good pest, making sure his Sithy is nice and toasty. But also bad pest for not warming me up himself."

He and Kara always spent their nights snuggled around Rift, taking in all the extra warmth from their living-furnace. Had they lived elsewhere, it might have been too much warmth during the summer. Thankfully, their cave was in the mountains, always at the level that he'd happily take all of Rift's snuggles.

Sithris finally moved away from the fire, starting to make his way out of the cave in search of his favorite heating pest. He paused as he glanced out, noticing a strange occurrence with the weather. Normally the cave led out to a beautiful stretch of grass, with a large lake in the middle. The skies were normally blue with a few fluffy clouds.

Today, however, was vastly different. The sky was a very light grey, almost white. The lake was frozen solid. And most stunning, the grass was completely masked out by a white fluffy substance. It was significantly deep too, almost coming up to the top of his chest.

It looked as if something manually plowed away the substance from the entrance, making sure that he wouldn't have to dig himself free.

His old home never had this weather, and he had only encountered it for the first time a few months ago during his adventures with Rift. His tail started to swish in excitement. His urge to play in it growing almost unbearably. The substance continued to fall from the sky, a small pile from the top of the cave slowly flopped off.

His trigger pulled as soon as it plopped on his muzzle.

"SNOW!" He shouted in excitement and began bounding into it, giggling as the white fluff brought joy to the electric dragon. He played in it for several minutes, jumping and rolling in it, before the cold finally soaked into his core.

He jumped up and started prancing to the cave, shivering as the cold made his teeth chatter. "Cold cold cold cold cold cold cold cold cold." On a warmer day, he would have been easily able to spot the orange figure slowly following him, poised in a stalking pose.

The black drake stopped in front of the fire, fanning out his wings in hopes of heating up as much as possible. He was too preoccupied in his desperation that he hadn't noticed the orange dragon at his side until he was suddenly tackled into the nest.

"Mwahaha! I have successfully Sithy'd the Sithy!" Rift gleamed proudly as he spread himself out over his mate's limp form, wiggling in victory. He could see that Sithris wanted so greatly to bap his snoot, but couldn't be bothered as he cooed at the direct warmth from the fire drake.

"Grr, you pest." Sithris grumbled at his heat blanket. "If I wasn't so comfy, I'd be bapping you senseless."

Rift giggled and kissed his mate's nose. "Do it enough, you might find some brain cells in there." He rolled over, pulling the black dragon on top of him.

The electric dragon rolled his eyes. "I better not scramble them th-" He noticed a shiny glint of glass. A pair of bronze goggles with green lenses sat atop Rift's head. Sithris blinked, feeling around his head, finding it bare.

He looked to his mate, noticing the cheeky blep of his tongue poking out. He scowled, realising now what Rift had referred to 'Sithying the Sithy.' "You cheeky little shit, I'd say I got a mind to beat your ass. But knowing you, you'd probably enjoy it."

Rift blushed. In the months of becoming mates, he had learned that Sithris seemed to flip a switch inside of him, one that completely changed the personality of the usual leadership-driven drake. He was still learning to admit that he happily enjoyed raising his tail for the slender male. The orange dragon was stocky, but short, making him a perfect fit under his slightly younger mate.

"I thought so." Sithris smirked as his mind thought to the same. All three mates were happy to play any role. His mate however, turned out to be particularly receptive to the role of submitting to him. The strong Fire Guardian, how ironic...

A scent snapt him from his thoughts. Lust mixed with musk, yet clean smelling at the same time. He looked back at Rift, seeing the blush becoming even more red. Looking even lower, his instincts were confirmed. A large, twelve inch shaft protruded from his mate's slit. It was black in colour, lined with ridges, and knotted at the base.

The feeling of it pressed against his own slit sent a shiver up the black drake's spine. He was debating letting that thick member push into his tailhole, always fond of the stretch it gave him. The only thing that stopped him was the need to put his pest in his place.

"Tch tch tch." Sithris shook his head and smiled, watching Rift whine in need. "Pesky boy, what makes you think you earned stuffing me?" The fire drake hung his head, unable to find a response.

The black dragon tapped his chin. "While you haven't earned your way under my tail, maybe you can work towards it." He paused, watching his mate tilt his head in curiosity. "I'll make you a deal, you make use of that subby mouth. If you can fit all of me by the time I finish, maybe I'll think about letting you top."

Rift gulped and shivered. He enjoyed putting his throat and tongue to use on the black drake, but he had yet to take him to the base. And that didn't take into account Sithris' secret. "Make it the bottom one."

"Ancestors hon! I wouldn't expect you to go all in when I can't do it. The bottom one is fine, I wanted to see you messy anyway." Sithris poked his tongue out and winked, moving his tail under the orange drake. "Deal?"

Blue eyes met black as Rift's tail curled around his mate's. "Deal."

Another shiver ran down his spine, feeling a plumpness from within his slowly bulging slit. He could smell his own lust mixing with his mate's, forcing him to clench his hind end. "Better get started before I handle it myself."

Rift nodded quickly and pushed himself and the electric dragon over, earning an "oof" from his mate. He brought his muzzle up to the black drake's, licking it tenderly. He repeated this multiple times before the other male did the same.

The Fire Guardian shivered as a silver tongue wrapped around his pink one, pulling him into a kiss. He moaned, the crafty drake using the muscle to push into his maw. Rift barely resisted, submitting to the will of the black dragon.

He hadn't noticed the black tail wrapping around his own, until it slowly pulled him from Sithris' maw, and down to his slit. Normally, Rift would have whined, wanting to tenderly work his way down. But seeing the glossy shine over normally matte-black scales, convinced the orange dragon to skip over the slow teasing.

The first lick across the plump folds were quick, but got the desired effect. Sithris jumped slightly, gasping at the small jolt of pleasure he had been eager for. He knew what would come next, his mate sticking to his usual pattern, but one he had not grown tired of so far.

Rift watched the slit twitch at his single lick, prompting a few more. His eagerness grew each time, partially due to the ever growing wetness beginning to seep from within. The drake brought his front paws to his mate's thighs, gently rubbing each lip with a soft toe pad. A small moan from above egged him on.

The orange drake slowly parted the lips, nudging his nose against the increasingly aroused slit. The direct source of lust filled his nose, begging to be filled. Had he been more dominant, the fire drake would have indulged in one of his biggest kinks, trying to fully hilt himself within the slender drake's slit.

He shook himself from those thoughts, feeling the black dragon's eyes burning through his skull in expectation. Rift reluctantly nudged his nose slightly north, giving the soaked vent the mouth Sithris was desperately waiting for. He thought he could hear him begin a teasing comment, only to replace it with a loud moan as the orange drake instantly plunged his tongue in.

"Ohhhhh... You pesky pest! Finally hit your mark." Sithris rubbed his mate's cheek, leaning back against a blanket to enjoy the servicing of his vent. It clenched each time Rift's tongue ran across the inner walls, slick with a mixture of saliva and juices. He was beginning to wonder if that wonderful tongue would ever make contact with what lay inside.

His thoughts were answered as the long appendage wrapped around some flesh. A gasp escaped Sithris as the muscle slowly guided his growing pride out of the too tight slit. A slender 10 inch shaft emerged, fleshy in color, with a smooth taper at the point, and a decent sized knot at the base. It was smaller and thinner than Rift's, but Sithris had a rare perk that his mate's always took full advantage of.

A grunt escaped his maw as the tongue slipped back within his walls. The tightness becoming almost unbearable until the appendage popped out a second shaft, exactly the same as the first, throbbing eagerly above the first. Sithris panted, the pressure of two aroused members no longer within having dissipated.

The two on multiple occasions had played around with keeping each other aroused within themselves, generally resulting in one of them getting on top to rut the other like a triple penetrated dragoness. Sithris didn't mind the sensation, always trying to push his limits. When Rift was on the receiving end, his submissive tendencies took over, bringing him to desire being bred. Being both males however made it impossible, bringing sadness to the wannabe-ness.

Reality came back to the black drake when Rift resumed his ministrations. The orange drake rubbed his snout against the top shaft, tongue flicking small licks against the lower one. Both members were throbbing with need, but only one would get proper treatment.

Rift moved his head back, looking at both of the slick organs. He was still amazed how much he enjoyed them, his body flushing as he realized that he wanted them again. He gave a testing lick on the underside of the bottom shaft, starting from the swollen slit up to the taper of the head. His mate's soft huff egged him on.

Another lick followed, and another, before Rift started to make some variation, changing the straight licks to a wiggle. He continued this a few more times before eagerness rushed him along. A black tail wrapped reached up and curled around one of his horns, pulling his maw to the tip of a penis.

Blue eyes blinked momentarily before the orange lips slightly parted around the fleshy tip, suckling on it gently and running his tongue over it. A part of him wanted to try sliding into the small hole at the tip, but reluctantly decided against it. He's already said no to that before, so I'm not gonna push it.

Slowly, he began to gently rock his head, gradually working more of the shaft into his maw little by little. At about the five inch mark, Rift quickly pulled back, coughing for a moment to catch his breath. A concerned face filled his vision as he reassured his mate. "I'm alright hon, just hit a bit too far there."

"Just be careful." Sithris smiled softly. "But you still have plenty to go. For someone who just gulps down cheese, you'd think this would be easy for you."

Rift giggled. "Cheese is one thing, I tend to normally chew my meat a little. Want me to try that?"

The black drake rolled his eyes and pulled his tail, and Rift by extension, up against his throbbing members. He moved both arms back, allowing him to better lean back and watch his pest try and please him. He tugged his tail gently, succeeding in getting his mate to resume.

The long tongue once again wrapped around the shaft, slickening it with fresh saliva as Rift's maw once again started to slide over the spire. He took a breath at the five inch mark, slowly bobbing past it. His mind was telling him to spit it out, but he blocked it out. He was almost to the start of the knot before he stopped.

The sight alone brought a loud moan from the electric dragon. He could see a large bulge in his mate's throat, clearly showing just how far Rift had taken him. It was a massive turn on for him, one he was eager to see how far down it could go.

Airways were blocked, warning the orange dragon of his limited time taking the shaft. He pulled out quickly, taking a breath, before sliding back over the member. The bobbing of his head had become quicker, his cheeks tightening as he created a suction around the slender organ. The other shaft constantly rubbed against his nose, only adding to the scent of lust filling the cave.

Try as he may on his own, Rift could not get any further down, moving from the tip to the start of the knot on each bob. He could feel his mate getting closer, hearing his soft pants and feeling those narrow hips beginning to slowly thrust forward. If I'm gonna lose, might as well at least make him feel good. With a renewed vigour, he sped up. Loud "gluk" noises filled the air as he continuously bottomed out with the top of the knot slapping against his lips.

The tensing of the tail around his horn told him of the upcoming peak. What he hadn't expected though, was it trying to pull him further against the thrusting hips. He tried to pull away, but quickly gave up as curiosity won out. He assisted his mate, letting him take over as he felt the shaft ever so slightly reaching further down his throat.

Cheeks flushed at the realisation of what was about to happen. With a loud grunt from Sithris, and the assistance of hips and tail, the thick knot popped into Rift's mouth. He tried to gag, but having the entire shaft locked in prevented it.

Sithris hissed as his peak hit. His tail pulled Rift fully against his slit as both shafts began to fire. The lower member gushed down the fire dragon's throat. The top coated his face, and the black drake's goggles, with large streams of thick white seed. Rift managed part-way though, to push the lower member halfway out of his maw. He parted his lips, looking directly into Sithris black eyes in a mix of lust and embarrassment, as the electric dragon's shafts coated his face and maw in the sticky substance.

Sithris took a mental picture, vowing never to forget the image of how he had thoroughly seeded the mighty Fire Guardian. His tail unwound from the powerful orgasm as he went limp. "Whew... Well done..."

Rift licked the shrinking members clean of any of the excess liquid before laying his head on his mate's belly. Truth be told, he greatly enjoyed the mouth fucking. Even more, he loved the scent of his mates seed clinging to his scales. His jaw and throat were sore, but to him, it was worth it. "So, does this mean I win?"

The exhausted Sithris chuckled slightly. "Fucking superb, you funky little dragon. I win either way. I needed that blowjob, but I won't complain about a nice dick in my rear. Give me a bit to recharge, then you can have your reward."