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"Just the dragon I was waiting for. I'm gonna have some fun with you."

Sithris froze, eyes wide and nervous. How did I not notice him? I've been out-stealthed..._ _

"With my training, I've acquired abilities that some may find... unnatural."

"You can read my mind?" The black dragon kept his head forward, eyes locked onto his bound mate. The Fire Guardian, while obviously aroused by his bindings, looked strangely calm. This eased Sithris, knowing his mate found the intruder to be no harm.

"Heavens no!" The voice was gruff and heavy, the creature being no doubt larger than the two young adults. "Whether that would be a blessing or a curse matters not when I don't possess that power. I've perfected the art of standing so still, that I've become invisible. I could tell what you were thinking by how your body tensed. It is such a lovely form too I might add."

Of course...

"Abraxas sent you, I take it?" Sithris enquired. He should have known what the gold drake had meant by 'some friends.' His main concern for now though; what friend this was. Slowly, he turned his head to look at the being behind him.

Black scales and a purple underbelly colored a massive drake; Sithris' horns just reaching the male's shoulders. White horns swept upwards and were decorated with small chains. Purple fins adjourned the top of his head, flowing down to the tail. The most notable feature was the scales around his face giving it the appearance of a skull.

What a strange dragon...

"Yes and no..." The large drake grinned. "Another dragon told me about you two and sent me this way. I happened to see Abraxas delivering the gear your mate is now bound with, and I decided to make myself comfortable while I waited. Your mate came in a few hours ago. I was warned about his recklessness, but I had a simple solution. After a bit of telling him my intentions, and my expectations, he seemed to relax and enjoy his predicament.

"I'm not surprised to see him enjoying the gear, it was made specifically for him after all." Sithris chuckled softly, slowly allowing his curiosity to set in. "How'd you manage to subdue him so quickly? He's not exactly one to let a stranger beat him."

"I have my ways." The stranger lifted a paw and spun around a ring of leather similar to the one around Rift's neck, a purple crystal attached to the middle. "Us dragons are weakened when in contact with a dark crystal, especially so for Guardians. But enough about that; allow me to introduce myself."

Large legs bent forward as the drake bowed.

"I am Virul, combat specialist, and certified breeder."

"Breeder?" Sithris raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, but neither of us are females. And I don't make my potions with eggs in mind, so you won't have much success here with breeding."

"Why waste my talents on one gender?" Virul questioned, making no attempts to hide his circling around the electric drake, making mental notes of certain areas. "You don't have to be female to enjoy the feeling of being filled, at least that's what several old friends have told me."

Sithris could already feel some stirring in his loins. He had only just returned from spending the afternoon with the legendary Cynder, and her juices were still clouding his mind. As lovely as it was, Virul wasn't wrong.

"You are right my large visitor." He already made up his mind, but the black dragon enjoyed hearing the other male attempt to court him. "But I already have two mates, and a few friends that enjoy my company, what do you have to offer?"

The grin on Virul's face hadn't dropped. He already had the smaller dragon's curiosity. Slowly, he lowered his head beside Sithris'.

"As a breeder, I don't tire out. I can go as many times as I'd like. Not to mention, you will find my size quite adequate."

"You'd have to prove it, I'm not easily convinced." Sithris winked, stretching forward and lifting his tail, making sure the large dragon could lean over and see more of his flank. He giggled when the whine of his mate confirmed his seduction was effective.

"Then I shall demonstrate, after I get a good show." Virul walked over to Rift and removed the muzzle. "You're a good husband, right? I'm going to remove your bindings from the ceiling. You're going to get your other half nice and slick so I can give him the mating he needs. Do I make myself clear, pet?"

Sithris watched in curiosity as his mate's face flushed. Abraxas had done a good job of playing to Rift's submissive nature, but Virul seemed much more interested in taking that to a new level. He had a strong feeling the Fire Guardian would be fully erect if not for the bronze chastity belt locked in place.

"Y-yes Master..."

"Excellent." The large drake pet the orange dragon's head. He turned to the electric dragon and poked his tongue out. "He learns quick. Maybe I should keep him."

"Trust me, not worth the hassle." Sithris chuckled. "Besides, don't breeders prefer to borrow? There's a two for one special on a couple of dopes."

"Sold!" The large drake's voice boomed. Without any effort, his tail slid under Sithris' underbelly, lifting him up, and setting him down by the orange dragon. "Do your job, pet. I'm gonna sit back and enjoy."

Sithris squeaked in shock as his husband wasted no time in moving behind him and dragging the forked tongue from the start of his slit, to the top of his tailhole. A second lick didn't come, much to his disappointment. His head turned to look at his orange mate. The wide blue eyes jogged his memory.

"Oh yeah, I sorta spent the day showing Cynder a good time." The electric dragon sheepishly stated. "I was gonna keep it a secret until after I had some fun with you, but then this happened."

Rift sighed and rolled his eyes, pushing his snout back to the rear of his mate. He wasn't sure what to think. It was his choice to allow the drake to seek extra company, but mating who Rift considered a sister wasn't what he'd expected. His cheeks flushed.

A really delicious sister...

"Hello? Earth to Pest?"

"Uh, wha?" The Guardian blinked as his senses, only to yelp in shock as a tail wrapped around his paws and tripped him over. "What was that fo-Mmrf!"

His vision was obscured as a solid black rump settled atop his face. His mate wasn't the best at expressing his wants, but this seemed fairly obvious. Parting his maw slightly, red tongue slithered from his maw against the dark star of a tailhole.

The rump above him trembled as he heard his mate's breath catch. His appendage explored the taint, rubbing circles around the puckered star. It teasingly rubbed over the middle before pressing just slightly.

"Good boys." Virul growled in approval. He laid back against the wall of the cave, watching the two's performance. The purple of his underbelly was broken between his hind legs as a dark spire slowly slid from it's slitted home. His eyes focused on the other black male, the quiet panting revealing the talent of the drake underneath.

Sithris was shivering in pleasure. He was quite familiar with that tongue, having made full use of it since their first mating, but it always increased his desire to be bred. His hips instinctively wiggled, smothering the orange snout to continue on.

A loud yelp fired from his maw as the appendage slid into his tight tailhole. Arcs of pleasure shot through him with every inch of muscle sliding up his rear. Each time it slowed and he thought it had reached its full length, it would slide in further. He had to remember to return the favour some day. Sithris may have a silver tongue, but Rift could also use his for physical manipulation.

I still don't get his obsession with my butt, but I'm not gonna complain.

The orange dragon was in a slowly suffocating bliss. He could with ease move his mate off of him if he wanted to, but that was the last thing he wanted. His front claws squished and grabbed the black cheeks of his mate's rump. They weren't as round and impressive as his own flank, but he loved any moment he could fondle them and Bury his snout in between them.

The forked tongue finally reached its limits before slowly pulling out and pushing back in. The muscles around it slowly relaxed, loosening enough for the appendage to gradually increase speed. The satisfaction of pleasing his mate mixed with the scents of both Cynder and Sithris made Rift whine. He wanted to tend to his own urges, but was stopped by the metal belt keeping him in check.

Sithris blissfully opened his eyes, having taken his time enjoying the tongue reaching beyond what should have been impossible for the compact dragon it was attached to. Two black orbs locked onto the hind legs of his audience.

"You weren't joking about being a breeder."

Virul smirked in pride. His shaft was massive, dark, and glistening with such an abundance of Pre-seed, that it was obvious he was designed to breed far beyond what normal dragons could. The tip was spaded and grew gradually, seeming to be slightly thicker and longer than even Abraxas, and making both Rift and Sithris tiny by comparison. The knot was massive, made to ensure any conquest would hold in every bit of seed they were given.

What stole the show however were the row of spines that ran down the underside of the already imposing shaft. They were designed during mating to coax the receiving dragoness into heat, almost always resulting in said dragoness having a belly full of eggs. Used on a male however...

Sithris felt his two silver members fully slip out of their own slit at the thought. He'd really gotten into submitting during his fun with Abraxas, but this spire of flesh would certainly push him even further. He snapped out of his thoughts when the tongue in his rear rubbed hard against his prostate. Part of him wanted to feel it again, but his curiosity won over, the electric drake reluctantly pulling away from his mate.

"Oh relax pet, it's your turn for a show." The large drake reassured a whining Rift. Once he was sure the orange male had his eyes set on the two drakes, he turned to Sithris. "I'm already prepped. Ready to experience your first breeder?"

"Y-yeah..." Sithris' mind was gone, lust being the only thing he knew. The large male's musk was beyond addicting. He wanted that big cock inside him.

With just a swish of that black and purple tail, Sithris found himself plopped onto the drake. He debated sampling a taste of the natural lubricant on that awe-inspiring shaft, but his rear ached for a filling. Once his shoulders were level with his companion, he looked down, taking in just how massive the body of Virul was compared to his own.

"Holy fuck, you're like a dragon-shaped king-size bed."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Virul sniggered. "Maybe a firm bed, but one that will leave you satisfied. All you need to do is enjoy."

Sithris nodded without hesitation. No need to seek further permission from his mate. He could hear metal rubbing against the cave floor, and his husband winning in need, no doubt jealous over not getting filled first.

The small but round rump lifted just slightly, allowing that monster dick to line up with that puckered tailhole. A small prod brought a "meep" from the little male, making him quiver in anticipation. He felt his desire flick to a side he'd only experienced a few times; Submission.

"P-please."

"Heh, cute. Fucked the hottest female in Warfang and now begging for my dick. Okay, you can have it." Virul placed his paws on his submissive's shoulders and slowly pushed down, feeling his spaded-tip gently spread the tiny asshole.

The first thrust was always music to his ears. They always moaned, always trembled, always tightened around him. The large drake felt no surprise when his latest conquest did the same. His contact had told him Sithris wasn't one to play into the submission role, but it seems she was wrong, and he'd get another round of breeding her... After he had his fun with the small drakes.

"Ungh! Oh Ancestors that's good..." Sithris babbled. His eyes were heavy-lidded and his tongue flopped uselessly from his gaped maw. He hadn't planned on taking half of that giant rod on the first thrust, but between the services of his mate and the creamy lube of the breeder, there was only the need to feel it all.

"K-keep going... Master."

Rift watched in envy as he imagined being in place of both. He flipped onto his back and rolled his hips, whining as that metal belt forced his aching cock to expand and become trapped within his own slit. His tailhole was still free, but there would be no relief due to the sharp tail-spade he was born with.

He's still a tight one... Virul thought to himself. The muscles around his shaft clenched instinctively, as if trying to take his seed at the beginning. He ensured the small male was comfortable before slowly pulling out, listening to the cries of total bliss as each spine popped from that wonderfully crafted ass.

Just as Sithris whimpered in disappointment at the shaft pulling away, it slammed back in, gaining a little more depth as another ridge popped into his rear hole. He yelped out, his own members throbbing.

"Not gonna blow yet, are you?" The large male teased. He picked up his pace a little, enjoying the sensation of his spines dragging against the taut flesh that would be gaping and dripping seed by the end. He could already feel his member distending the little dragon's belly.

"I-I just might..." Sithris whimpered, rolling his own hips to increase the amount of that giant cock fitting inside. He loved the stretch he always felt when his tailhole was stuffed. Add in the size and spines scratching pleasure spots he never knew he had, and his body was reaching a peak only the dragon fucking him could give.

"Want me to make you feel like a hen? Want to be filled so deep that you'll never forget being bred?" Viril snarled dominantly. His thrustings grew faster and deeper, becoming more erratic as the tight ass around his dick spasmed.

"Fuck yes! Give me your all." Sithris practically screamed. He was so close. His tail-ring now was up to the knot, the spines inside plucking at each muscle as if he was a dragoness looking to have her eggs seeded.

With a final thrust, the knot popped in. The smaller drake released submissive whimpers. Pleasure overwhelmed him. He pressed his head against his companions' chest as the massive pressure within set off his orgasm.

Twin spires pulsed and fired strong jets of seed, coating both bellies and Sithris' own face. His tailhole spasmed and clenched as tight as it could. He whimpered and his arms flailed, pushed beyond his expectations. His mind couldn't process it all. He blacked out.

Seeing the absolute overload of his submissive was enough for Virul. His knot and spines flared, anchoring his shaft to the fleshy tunnel. With a roar, his member released its cream into the electric dragon's gut. Rope after rope expanded it, leaving the little male looking thoroughly bred. The shaft spurted seed for several minutes, resulting in a pregnant-looking male, and the breeder's excess essence leaking from the overly-stuffed tailhole.

Staring in admiration at both drakes, Rift whined at being left out. He was amazed at how his mate could fit that massive shaft and seed inside, and how the dominant drake, a total stranger, had swooned the electric dragon onto his dick. His mind was also trying to figure out how to get that shaft in him too.

He slowly pushed his paws forward, moving himself up beside the large drake. His mate looked as worn out and satisfied as their first mating. He licked the side of Sithris' muzzle, earning an exhausted groan as a reward.

Moving a paw down his mate's side, he could feel just how full Sithris was. He could almost see the black scales stretched apart, revealing pink flesh underneath. A small press of the overfilled belly filled his ears with the sound of seed being spilled from said drake.

"I-is he okay?"

"Hmm?" Virul let out a pleased rumble as he looked down at the concerned Guardian. "He's fine. Between his earlier fun with Ms. Terror of the Skies, and his breeding, he's pretty exhausted. It's gonna take a few weeks before he's tight enough for you though, apologies pet."

Rift leaned his neck atop of his mate's, lending the exhausted dragon some of his body heat. He smiled softly as he felt the stuffed form relax under him, clearly content with the post-sex cuddles. The orange drake kissed his cheek softly and purred before looking to the breeder.

"Master, I would like a turn. Sithy is the only male to ever seek warmth inside me. I want to feel your great girth for myself."

Virul went quiet and pondered, looking deep into the blue eyes. I wonder... He tugged slightly at Sithris, his shaft quickly deflating, and popping out.

"So needy that you'd replace your mate's rightful place as my breeding hen?" He chuckled as he heard a small whine from Sithris. With little to no effort, he set the smaller drake into a nearby nest and rolled to his feet.

"Well, I guess you've been a good enough pet, helping me claim your once thin 'Sithy.' And you've been very obedient, so I will lay claim to you as well." Virul smirked proudly. "You will be my third breeding hen today, so I have some special plans for you. On your back."

Rift was quick to comply, rolling onto his back as his tail curled around his locked hips. His mate had already spent time with three dragons since the electric dragon became open, while he had yet to even look at another dragon. He wanted to know what it was like.

A shocked "meep" escaped his maw when Virul's front paws slammed down by his face, a menacing grin directed at him. The Guardian had to breathe deeply, fighting his instincts to defend himself and his mate. Considering how much power the skull drake had over the two males, he felt it best not to try killing the big dragon.

Virul rumbled dominantly as he brought his tail around to stroke the smaller dragon's chest. The silver protective plates were well-shined, clearly a sign of pride for that feature. The tail moved to the side, examining the scar that broke the impressive plating. The scar was covered in scales, but it's position marked the obvious spot where his pet was injured in the past. What caught him off guard though, was the large amounts of heat radiating from the little male, even more than typical fire dragons.

"The purring was strange, but you are clearly warm-blooded, little one. Judging by your skills and appearance, it's a very distant ancestor, but it is there. Cat maybe?"

Rift blushed as his well-hidden secret was out. No one outside of his late father knew, even Sithris and Kara. Everyone had assumed he was just weird. But Virul was the only dragon to connect the dots.

" Sabertooth, Master..."

"Given your reputation, Guardian, it does not surprise me. Strong and stocky, with the durability beyond its cousin's." Virul ripped away the chastity belt with little effort. "Nothing like getting some pussy from a pussy."

"Well, well, well. You must have really enjoyed the show." The large drake teased, purple eyes noticing the slickness round the smaller dragon's slit. "I commend you for keeping your tool inside, even if the belt gave you little choice. Judging by how wet you are, I'd say you're ready for the main event."

Rift was about to question what his Master meant when a hot spire of flesh prodded at his virgin vent. He yelped in shock before it melted into a moan, the shaft rubbing against it and adding to his own liquids. He'd never as a male had his slit penetrated, though not for the lack of trying. Sithris was always too concerned with hurting him. Now here he was, about to take something much larger.

"I-I've never had anything in there, only my tailhole..."

"Fresh flesh, eh?" The black dragon struggled to contain a growl of excitement. "I've heard it's very pleasurable. But it is your choice, I imagine you could probably handle it, but you know your limits."

The primal urge to submit quickly rushed through the Guardian's body. He was a proud dragon outwardly, but in the face of lust, he was but a submissive hen. He knew what he wanted.

"Do it. Take my slit and treat me as one of your hens. Make me envy their eggs that swell from your seed. Show me what my fire kin can do."

Virul smiled proudly, lowering his head to whisper in his submissive's ear.

"I will breed you as I did with your dragoness this morning."

"You did wha-ohh!" Rift's eyes shot wide as both words and cock sank in. As much as he wanted to go off over the news, he couldn't fault Kara for mating with the magnificent specimen that had also bred Sithris, and now himself.

Only half of the slickened member had pushed in, straining the virgin slit. It clenched tightly, untrained to take anything besides its own limp member. The intruding shaft's spines flared, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from the little male.

"Nngh, you're definitely one of the tightest I've ever bred, even tighter than both of your mates." Virul grunted, trying to force more of his shaft in. Each thrust slightly edged further, while also slowly lifting Rift's lower-half off the ground.

Rift whimpered as his body was thrown into overdrive. The walls of his slit were stretched tight and spasming from the spines trying to force him into heat. A large part of him wanted that. Could I get Sithy to make a poti-

"Ancestors, I should've tried this months ago." The Guardian panted, eyes rolled as he went limp and gave full control to the black and purple skull dragon above him. "I-I can take it."

A chuckle rang through his ears before his body was forced upwards, hind end bent vertically. He forced his eyes to focus momentarily, heart racing as that large shaft pulled out to the tip, before thrusting back to the base of the knot. He squeaked submissively as the shaft left a large bulge in his stomach.

Rift was amazed at the stretchiness of his body. No matter how full he felt, the larger dragon continued to fit more in him. His own limp member stayed within, the battering of the intruder bringing him closer to his peak. The mixing of pre-seed greatly eased the gliding monster sliding in and out.

"I can feel you edging little one." Virul teased. "Don't fight it, I can release at will. No shame in a quick finish for your first slit-breeding."

The orange drake nodded limply, tongue hanging out as he moaned in a feminine tone. "M-Master, I'm close. Please give me everything."

Virul grunted and picked up the pace, slowly pushing more and more of the knot into the moist cavern of the "drake" underneath. Once it cleared the widest point, an idea formed in his head. He grinned smugly and pressed his forehead against his submissive's.

"She said the same thing. Begged me to make her a mother. Do you want that too? Do you want to be a mother to my young?"

"Yes!" Rift screeched, his body at the brink. "Breed me like the hen I am, make me envious of not having a womb!"

Virul grunted as those words sparked a primal instinct. He quickened his thrusts until a large pop bounced around the cave. He grimiced as he held back his own finish, leaning his head down to whisper.

"Cum, my hen."

Rift squeaked with a pitch unlike his usual self, body spasming as his vent clamped as tight as it could around the intruding cock. His limp member twitched and fired every bit of seed, filling his own slit, and lightly growing the bulge in his belly. A small side of him felt he should have been ashamed of having his vent fucked to orgasm. The rest was eagerly awaiting the finale.

It came almost immediately when Virul clamped his maw tightly around the Guardian's neck, just enough to break a few scales. His spines flared out and his shaft pulsated jets upon jets of his own batter into the full slit of the submissive below.

The orange drake groaned after several minutes, slowly regaining enough vision to look at the massive bulge in his belly. He was swollen enough to look like a late-term gravid dragoness. The image pushed him to orgasm again, flailing with a strained moan before blacking out.

Virul chuckled as his own composure returned. Two males had submitted to him, both unconscious from the pleasure overload. He wanted to keep them, maybe start a harem. Unfortunately, he knew the males had other commitments. A scent filled his nostrils and he turned to the mouth of the cave.

"You can come out of hiding now, I hope you enjoyed the show."

Out of the shadows came a pure white dragoness. She walked over to the limp form of Sithris, giving him a small lick to his cheek before moving over to Rift and doing the same. Content that they were satisfied, she grinned seductively at Virul.

"This was a nice show to come home to. Thank you Virul."

The large drake smiled warmly, giving a slight bow, giggling at the silver vent wrapped around his shaft. A keen eye caught sight of a white substance dripping from the dragoness' hind legs. "Thank Sithris when he wakes. Your idea never would have happened if he hadn't sent that message about you three becoming open."

Kara smirked proudly, nuzzling her neck against his. "I could always be more open, once these two wake up. We have a whole rest of the night before you have to head off."

Virul rumbled approvingly, slowly pulling himself out from the orange drake, and moving him into the nest with the other male. He slipped the end of his tail under Kara's paws, knocking her onto her back. He grinned as the dragoness spread her legs, revealing the seeded vent he had earlier filled.

"Why wait when they could simply join when they're ready?"

The End?