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This story is self-contained and can be read alone. (7,378 words)

_Terminology note: A drake is a male dragon, a drakka is a female dragon, and drakken is the collective term for the species. The human equivalents would be man, woman, and humans. _

Fadris was laying belly-down on his bed, reading a thick sheaf of notes that he had recorded from an important class. After he was sure that he'd memorized all the relevant details, the light-brown drake reached towards the nearby desk and swapped out his notes for a fresh sheaf. Important or not, they didn't make for very exciting reading material; Fadris stifled a yawn, blinking and trying to focus on the text.

He was a trainee healer--a dragon learning to use his healing magic--and that process involved a mind-numbing amount of memorization and an obsessive care for detail. The course was so intensive that the medical school provided residential facilities, as it was expected that students would be spending so much of their time studying that transiting to and from campus was impractical.

Each single-bedroom apartment was shared between two dragons and was divided neatly in two, with a desk, a bed, and a cupboard on each side. Though the furniture was mirrored and identical, each side of the shared accommodation had quickly begun to take up aspects of its respective inhabitant as the academic term progressed. Fadris's half of the room was covered in lecture notes, research papers, textbooks, and encyclopaedias--all arranged in neat stacks and piles for him to refer to as needed.

In stark contrast, the other half of the room was an absolute mess. Paperwork was scattered haphazardly around without any semblance of order, and posters covered the walls featuring attractive drakka in various revealing but improbable postures. A half disassembled flight harness was squeezed under the desk, its various pouches and pockets currently serving as additional storage space in a desperate but futile attempt to contain the chaos. The mess was so large that it sometimes encroached on Fadris's half of the room, and had to be repelled with the sweep of a tail.

Fadris briefly glanced out the window and discovered that the sun had set--he'd been studying for hours and he hadn't realized how much time had passed. After his last class of the day had ended, he'd eaten a quick dinner before immediately returning to his room to revise. His roommate, on the other hand, hadn't even turned up for the class.

Right on cue, he heard the muffled sound of dragons loudly conversing, and Fadris pushed himself up to a sitting position as he heard someone open the apartment door.

A pair of dragons stumbled into the room, laughing and talking with each other. One of the two had the red and white harness of a trainee healer and was instantly recognizable as Cytara, his roommate, but Fadris didn't recognize the other dragon. Instead of the garb of a trainee healer, the newcomer was wearing a plain brown fight harness with a pair of long black flags attached to the tips of her wings. It was formal court attire, the sort of thing lawyers or judges wore.

"Fae-dris, you're back!" exclaimed Cytara, cheerfully dragging out his roommate's name. His normally green scales looked slightly discoloured and flushed with blood. "I thought you'd still be at the library. This is Manel--no sorry, Minale! She's an old friend of mine, studying in the law faculty."

Minale smiled and dipped her head, in a sort of half bow that implied the reduced muscle coordination most commonly associated with being tipsy. "Nice to meet you, Fadris!"

"It's... nice to meet you too," replied Fadris, "I don't suppose Cytara invited you over to help him study for tomorrow's test?"

"Absolutely not!" replied Minale, prancing over to Cytara's bed and throwing off her wing-pennants along the way.

"I can study for the test tomorrow," said Cytara, following the drakka across the room and shrugging off his own flight harness. Their intent was obvious from the lustful gazes they were exchanging.

Fadris considered going to one of the common rooms and studying there, but he didn't want to pick up and carry over all of his reading material. He'd been here first, after all. It wasn't the first time that his roommate had brought some drakka back to their apartment, and it certainly wasn't the first time that Cytara had refused to study and risked failing an important exam; it was however, the first time these two events had coincided. "The test is in the morning, so you really should be studying for it now," Fadris remarked, looking back down to his notes.

Minale laughed--a pleasantly melodic sound. "Hah. Why bother? They can't touch you! The medical centre needs all the healers they can get. Not like me! Do you have any idea how many case reports I've read in this week alone, just studying for my exams? And don't even get me started on the mock trial I had today. I'm working my tail off just for a chance to make it to the courts. But as for you two, so long as you can do your thing..." Minale waved a forepaw in the air, wiggling her digits, "...with the healing magic, you're set for life."

Although it was true that having healing magic was a reasonably certain path to working in the medical centre, flunking exams wasn't quite as harmless as Minale implied. "It's not an easy life. They won't immediately kick you out of healer training if you fail, but they can delay your graduation a year or two. Or worse," Fadris told her, while still trying to focus on his books.

"And so what if they do?" retorted Cytara. "I don't care. It'll be one more year of freedom before the medical centre sucks out our souls and crushes them to dust. I'm going to enjoy every moment before that happens." The trainee healer started licking Minale's neck, sloppily running his tongue over her scales. She copied the gesture on his neck, and both of them started moaning faintly. "Oh... ahhh..."

Idly, Fadris wondered how Cytara had even managed to get himself intoxicated--in addition to magically closing wounds, the natural regenerative affinity of healers rendered them immune to most diseases and resistant to many toxins. Getting inebriated should have been impossible, given the magic that they possessed.

"Don't mind us, we'll keep it to this side of the room," murmured Minale. Noticing that Fadris was still watching her, she raised her tail suggestively and waved her hips at him. "Unless you'd rather join in--that is also acceptable." Minale's scales were a dark blue, the deep colour of an ocean, though Fadris couldn't help but notice that they lightened to a brighter shade on her underbelly. He looked away embarrassedly, but curiosity made his eyes glance back.

"No, I shouldn't. I need to be studying and..." Then his nose picked up a faint odour in the air, which was immediately recognizable and slightly concerning. "Wait, are you in heat? Isn't that a bit risky?" asked Fadris. Fooling around with a drakka who was sexually receptive was a fairly taboo act usually reserved for pair-bonded couples who were ready to take care of an egg.

"Re-lax! I'm not _that_irresponsible. It's just some perfume. Have a whiff, you'll see." From her harness which was now lying discarded on the floor, Minale took a small vial of oily liquid and tossed it to Fadris before continuing to make out with Cytara. The two dragons had moved on to kissing, messily entwining their tongues as their snouts touched.

Fadris gingerly uncapped the vial and hesitantly sniffed at the oil. Just as Minale had said, it was a perfume that mimicked the characteristic scent of a drakka in heat. What she hadn't mentioned was just how very potent it was; the smell was overpowering and highly effective. Fadris hurriedly capped the vial and shook his head slightly, trying to clear his mind even as his body reacted strongly to the aphrodisiac.

Drakes became quickly aroused when exposed to such a smell, and Fadris found he was no different. Blood started rushing into his genitals making them feel warm and sensitive, and he hurriedly clenched the muscles of his groin, preventing his penis from growing to full size and pushing out of his genital slit. Minale noticed Fadris's sudden reaction to the scent and winked at him teasingly. "What do you think? You like it?"

"It's a very close imitation to the real thing," Fadris admitted, trying not to get distracted. Clearly this was what had gotten Cytara so intoxicated. If the perfume was based off a drakka's natural pheromones, then a healer's magic wouldn't block its enthralling effects because getting aroused was an entirely appropriate natural response. Drakka who were genuinely in heat usually used scents or deodorants that did the reverse--they masked and disguised their own smell so it wouldn't affect other dragons while they were in public.

"Oh, you do like it, don't you? Everyone has desires..." Minale gestured towards his underbelly with a sly smirk, where a slight bulge was visible. Fadris was tensing up the muscles in his slit to prevent his erection from emerging, but he was getting to the point where the swelling was noticeable even if his penis was still contained. Cytara, on the other hand, had no such inhibitions--the drake's phallus was all the way out of his slit and fully erect.

"Uh, it's an autonomic nervous system response. Brainstem initiated, activation pathway S2--" Fadris began to say, but all of a sudden Minale jumped onto the floor and approached him. He abruptly noticed that the drakka was... actually rather pretty, as she bounded over towards his bed. Funnily enough, he hadn't even considered her attractiveness right until this very moment.

Minale had a graceful, wiry figure, and she walked right up to him with an easy confidence. "Are you being obtuse on purpose? Don't answer that--now you look flustered, and that's just as adorable. Are your books really so interesting?" The blue-scaled drakka placed her forepaws on his bed and leaned in close to him; Fadris swallowed nervously, but he found that he couldn't take his eyes off her. "Or is there someone you are already committed to--a lover, a companion, or perhaps just someone you always see in your medical class who you've been trying to ask out...?" she inquired, leaning back slightly.

"No, no. I just... I should be studying." Ever since Fadris had entered medical school almost one year ago, his social life had been heavily neglected in favour of focusing on his studies. He barely had any free time to spend with the friends and family he already had, let alone developing new relationships or looking to find a long-term partner. His education and career came first.

Minale shrugged her shoulders gracefully, making her wings bob up and down. "Last chance, Fadris. You want to take a break from your books and release a little tension? It'll be good for you."

The smell of sex pheromones was definitely affecting his mind. In fact, Fadris knew the exact chemical names of the hormones which were befuddling his thoughts, and he knew all the respective effects they had on his body--increased heart rate, flushed scale plates, increased self-confidence, increased sociability, reduced inhibitions, and of course, sexual arousal. Yet this information did little to help him stay focused on his studying. Reading notes suddenly seemed far less important than it had a minute ago, especially in comparison to the alternative course of action. So much of his time was spent reading, learning, and practicing his magic, but now an attractive drakka had climbed onto his bed and was offering mutual pleasure without any commitment. Fadris was a young, healthy dragon who had rather recently entered adulthood--turning down this opportunity would have required a solid dedication to celibacy, instead of just a propensity towards studying too much. "Well... I guess it couldn't hurt," he agreed, deciding that his responsibilities could wait.

Minale grinned, and then she licked him casually on the side of his muzzle. The sudden contact made a shiver run down Fadris's spine, and his neck frill rose upwards without him thinking about it. Seeing how quickly he reacted to her touch made Minale laugh again. "Heh, it's good to have a little fun now and then. It won't take too long--hey!" She exclaimed suddenly as Cytara came up from behind and started licking at her genital slit.

"I'm claiming your rear half." Cytara placed a paw on Minale's hindquarters. He nosed aside her tail and started running his tongue along her sensitive flesh.

Minale reacted by raising a hindleg and kicking back at him, though not hard enough to do any damage. "Bad! Sneaking up on me like that! Don't get all jealous of Fadris--there's more than enough of me to go around."

She draped her tail over Cytara's neck and tilted her hips to give him better access to her behind, and then she turned back to Fadris, who was watching the proceedings with a weird disbelief. He'd always excused himself whenever Cytara brought back a drakka to their room for a one-night tryst, and this was a new experience for him.

"Let's see what you've got in here..." Minale said, running a paw down Fadris's chest to gently rub his genital slit. He gasped slightly at the sensation and his tense muscles relaxed, allowing his erection to spring out of his slit. Minale instantly grabbed his phallus with a paw and started stroking, making him rapidly swell to full length. She was still standing on the ground with Cytara crouching down behind her, but since Fadris was sitting up on his bed she could use both her forepaws to touch him without losing her balance.

"That's better, isn't it?" she asked, noticing Fadris's pleasured expression.

Fadris nodded once in response. "Yes... that's... yes. Ooh..." It felt good--really, really good. As Minale slowly caressed him, slick fluid started to leak from the tip of his phallus as well as from the base where it emerged from his genital slit. Her strokes slowly spread his natural lubricant up and down the length of his shaft.

"Look at you, dripping already. That makes things so much easier for me. Hehe, most brown dragons are such a boring colour, but Fadris, you've got a good shade," she said.

"Did you _really_just compliment the colour of his penis?" asked Cytara, sounding incredulous.

Minale laughed aloud at that remark. "Haha! No! I was talking about his scales, you filthy-minded drake, you." The blue-scaled drakka returned her attention to Fadris and smiled at him. "Not that you don't have a nice penis. And it is a good colour. It's darker than your scales--kind of a... coffee brown, if you add lots of milk."

"No, no, no. Stop talking, Min! Stop!" begged Cytara. "Why would you... argh. Can we all agree to forget you ever said that? I don't want to be thinking of Fadris's penis every time I drink coffee."

"Pfft, ahahahah!" Minale snorted and burst out laughing at that remark. Fadris grinned embarrassedly, and he could feel his aforementioned brown scales tinting in colour as he blushed. Compared to the two other dragons he felt inexperienced and awkward, but their easy conversation made him feel more relaxed.

Minale moaned softly, apparently enjoying whatever his roommate was doing to her genitals. "Oh... Hey, Cy, go a bit deeper," she requested, and Cytara responded by retracting his tongue, rearing up on his hindlegs and moving forwards, and then raising his forepaws to grab her hips. Pressing his chest against her wings, he lined himself up and slowly pushed his erection into her well-prepared slit. Both dragons moaned in pleasure, and Minale briefly halted her stroking of Fadris's length as she felt Cytara penetrate her.

"Or just do that... I guess that works. Hehe, that feels real nice inside me. Say, between you two, who do you think is bigger? I mean, just out of curiosity," Minale wondered out loud.

From on top of her back, Cytara grunted in a faintly annoyed manner as he began to thrust his hips forward and back. "I don't know and I don't want to know. Fadris is already better than me in his medical knowledge, patient interaction, and healing magic; so knowing he's also anatomically superior wouldn't help my confidence."

Fadris didn't know how to respond to that, so he didn't try. But it was true that he spent all his free time studying medicine or practicing his magic, whereas Cytara preferred to use his free time to make friends, go to parties, and do lots of exactly what they were all doing right now.

Minale laughed again, and she started using her muzzle to work at Fadris's shaft, gently caressing him with wet licks of her tongue. "We can have a different sort of comparison--which of you do you think will run out of stamina first?" asked the drakka, between licks.

Cytara had closed his eyes as he the speed of his humping increased, and he replied without opening them. "That's not fair--you've been teasing me for hours at the cafe, and then we were kissing and touching and licking and nibbling and all that stuff while Fadris was just sitting on his side of the room. He's definitely going to outlast me."

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure of that!" said Fadris. Minale was using her tongue to do truly atrocious things to him, and it was all he could do to try and keep still as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft. "You're the one who always goes around picking up drakka--you've got way more experience at this sort of thing."

Minale pulled her muzzle off his erection, reverting to using her paws to stroke him. "Fadris, this isn't actually your first time, right?" she asked, eyeing the hazel-coloured drake.

"First time getting pulled into a threesome, but not first time with someone else," replied Fadris. He'd had a couple of intimate experiences before--just quiet, slightly clumsy moments with a drakka who'd had a crush on him back in the later years of fledgling flight school. They had both had a little awkward fun exploring each other and themselves, but nothing had ever come of that relationship.

"Good. Granted this is a fun thing to do, but if it was your first time I'd feel bad for only giving you half my attention." Minale turned her neck around and glanced at Cytara, who had sped up his motions and was thrusting deeper into her slit. Every time he pushed himself in, he made her body jerk forward slightly. "Hey, slow down there, hotshot. Don't tell me you're getting close already. Hold it in just a few more minutes--I've only got Fadris worked up to maybe... three-quarters of the way to him spewing his load."

Fadris had no idea how Minale had gotten that fraction--in his opinion, he wasn't sure he could even last another second. The sensations of her tongue and paws were unbelievable. Minale used simple, stroking or rubbing motions, but she was working him into a frenzy.

As per her request Cytara tried to moderate the speed of his thrusts, but from the way he clutched at her hips and the pleasured expression on his face, he was actively fighting not to flood her egg chambers with his seed.

Fadris was feeling the same thing, except that he would be spraying his semen into Minale's mouth or on her face, which might or might not have been worse. He gasped in pleasure as she worked her maw up and down his length, pushing him every closer to an orgasm. Every touch pushed him ever so slightly closer to release. Muscles were tightening in his groin, readying up for his climax. "Oh! I'm getting really close..." he said, trying to warn her of his imminent release.

Minale pulled her muzzle off and switched back to using her paws, and the change of sensation briefly delayed Fadris's orgasm. Minale alternated the speed she was rubbing; going fast enough to work him towards his climax, but then slowing down every time it seemed like he was about to release. Fadris had no idea how she knew, but she was practically toying with him, holding him so close to his orgasm.

"Heh. Drakes are so easy to predict, you're practically broadcasting when you're about to ejaculate; drakka are much harder, but then you can just keep going no problem even after they have the first orgasm. You're close, I'm close too, but Cytara's the closest. Hmm, I bet he won't last ten more thrusts."

Cytara's eyes were closed in pleasure, but he still managed to grunt a response. "Grr... you're probably right--we'll see. One, two, three, four, ah... fi-five, six, ah... seven, oh you were right... eight, I'm going to... nine-ten-arghh!" As Fadris watched, the green scaled drake gave a loud pleasured groan and thrust his hips forward, his tail twitching from left to right as he pushed himself all the way deep into Minale's slit and sprayed his seed deep into her.

Or did he?

Just as Cytara had been orgasming, Minale had twisted her body in a weird way. The drakka straightened out her back and lowered her hips, curling her tail into a tight S. Cytara groaned--not in pleasure, but with what sounded like desperation. "Min, don't! No, please, just... let me... I have to... just a bit further..."

Minale stopped rubbing Fadris's phallus and winked at him, jerking her head towards the drake on her back. "Knew it. I told you he couldn't last ten thrusts, didn't I?"

Fadris stared at his roommate, wondering what had just happened to him. Cytara's face was twisted into an agonized expression, and his eyes were clenched shut. The green-scaled drake was trembling slightly, and every few seconds he would straighten his hindlegs to push himself forward against Minale's rear. "Is--is he...? What did you do to him?" asked Fadris.

Minale had a surprised, rather bemused expression as she glanced back to Fadris. "You don't know? I'd have thought you'd know about this, given that you're a healer and all," she said.

Cytara suddenly shuddered all over and collapsed onto Minale's back. He reopened his eyes and growled at the drakka he was leaning on. "Ooh, that was mean of you!"

Minale ignored him and raised her head to lick at the side of Fadris's neck. "That is what happens when a drake gets stimulated enough where his knot swells up, but then you don't let him get any pressure on it. He can't shoot his seed because his mind thinks he isn't deep enough into the drakka, so it just puts him in a mental lock-up for a few seconds."

Fadris straightened up, fascinated by this sudden revelation. "Wait what? You did what?"

"I let him mount me until he was almost having an orgasm, then I blocked him with my tail so he couldn't get his knot into me." Minale moved her forepaws to surround the slight bulge at the base of Fadris's penis, and squeezed it gently. "Your knot here is the most sensitive part of a drake; I would assume you know this if you've ever tried touching yourself. And when a drake is about to ejaculate, his knot swells and he immediately tries to thrust deep into the drakka, or his paw, or whatever; I would assume you know that too. However, if you don't get that stimulation on your knot then you can't shoot, and after a few seconds of mindless thrusting you calm down a bit and can keep going for a few more minutes. It's just a reflex or something."

Fadris chewed on the tip of his tail, delighted to be learning something new. He wanted to go get his medical textbooks and look for any mention of such a reflex action. "Wow, that's actually quite interesting! I didn't know that at all," he commented.

Cytara growled and started thrusting back and forth into Minale again. "You wouldn't know that because it goes against every instinct in your body, so you can't do it by yourself. That really unsatisfying feeling when you're about to sneeze, but then you can't? It's like that, but a hundred times worse and concentrated right in your groin. It's like torture. You could have at least warned me first, Minale!"

"Aww, but it's so funny to see your face all scrunched up and hear your desperate moans. It's a good trick for prolonging the fun, too," Minale said. Turning back to Fadris, she grinned naughtily. "Congratulations, Fadris--that's a sex tip for your next experience if you're ever having trouble lasting long enough to please your partner, or maybe you can just see it as an interesting fact about the male drakken reproductive system. You're looking intrigued; want to try it for yourself?" she offered, slowly stroking his phallus.

"Say no! Say no or you'll regret it," Cytara warned him, but Fadris was feeling too inquisitive to turn down her offer.

"Well, alright. I am feeling quite curious about this," he said.

Instantly Minale grabbed his phallus with both forepaws and started stroking him up and down in a quick and purposeful manner. No more gentle strokes or switching speeds to tease him. "You asked for it... here we go."

"Oh, oh..." Fadris responded by moaning out loud as her fast motions sent waves of pleasure running through his body. The sensations felt so good, so right, and he couldn't resist the sensual overload. Cytara was still thrusting into Minale's slit, penetrating her from behind, but Fadris barely even noticed his roommate, or the surroundings, or anything except the pretty blue dragon crouching in front of him.

Minale used one paw to smoothly but firmly stroke his shaft up and down, and she simultaneously used her other paw to rub and squeeze his sensitive knot, providing intense stimulation that was impossible to resist. She kept rubbing him, aggressively pushing him closer and closer to his release, and Fadris's hips started to buck as he thrust back and forth to meet her warm, soft paws. There was a wet, sloppy sound every time she stroked him up and down--lubricant was practically dripping from both the base and tip of his phallus, making her paws feel wet and slick against his length. She rubbed him twice as fast as he could thrust as his hips, and before he knew it he was right on the verge of an orgasm.

Before Fadris could even begin to contemplate voicing a warning, he'd been pushed far past the edge. It was surprising but at the same time completely expected. Muscle groups tensed within his groin and the knot at the base of his phallus swelled with blood, forming a large bulge that was twice the diameter of normal. All his thoughts went on hold, replaced but instinctual action. The desire to thrust was overwhelming and he couldn't possibly fight it even if he'd wanted to. His hips bucked forwards as his mind thought only of lust, pleasure, and sexual release... and then Minale stopped rubbing him.

It was a jarring experience to go from such sheer pleasure to complete dissatisfaction. Fadris couldn't move and he couldn't think--it was like he'd been put into a trance, erasing the past and future so that only the present was important. He couldn't feel anything but that mad desire to thrust his hips forwards--an insane, irresistible need to shove himself deep into something soft, wet, and warm. There was an unbelievable pressure inside his groin just waiting to explode out, but he couldn't release it. His knot needed stimulation, it needed to be rubbed, but all his muscles were tensed up and he couldn't move his paws, his tail, or even his mouth to do it himself. The only thing that he could do was frantically try to push his hips forwards, attempting to get any sort of pressure on his knot, but Minale just calmly held the tip of his penis with one paw and firmly pushed his belly back with the other paw.

All of a sudden, it was over. A shudder rushed over Fadris's body and it was like he'd been released from a spell. "Whoa..." He let out his breath in a gasp and his wings fluttered. He was still fully erect and his phallus pulsed slightly in time with his double heartbeat, a tiny bead of lubricant slowly forming on the tip to drip down onto the beddings. The mad desire to thrust forwards was gone, and his arousal had subsided slightly, if not completely.

"I warned you," said Cytara, who was still humping away at Minale.

The blue-scaled drakka was occasionally moving her body slightly so Cytara's thrusting would rub at a pleasurable spot within her, but otherwise she was watching Fadris with a curious expression. "So, what... what does it feel like?" asked Minale.

Fadris was still panting softly. He hadn't stopped breathing during the brief stupor, yet it still felt like he had to catch his breath. "That was... I'm not quite sure how to describe it. It felt like all of the intensity but none of the pleasure. I don't really know what just happened, but it is fascinating that you can do that to someone."

"Fascinating?" asked Minale, raising an eye ridge in amusement. "Cytara says it's torture, but you say it's fascinating? Sounds like we have quite a difference in opinion! If you think it was fascinating, shall we try to do it again?" Without waiting for a response she grabbed Fadris's erect phallus and resumed her rapid strokes, once again also focusing her caresses on his knot to force him rapidly to orgasm.

"Again? You can do this multiple... multiple times? Oh wow..." Fadris made no move to stop her. His arousal had faded, but not for very long. Muscles groups and glands inside his underbelly once again began to tense up and prepare for that promised release that he had not obtained.

Minale straightened herself up so and extended her neck so that she could whisper in Fadris's ear. "Try and pay more attention this time... let's see if your second denied orgasm feels different."

"Ok, ok, ok..." he moaned, unable to produce a fully coherent sentence under the flood of stimulation.

Cytara was only thrusting very slowly now, taking his time as he watched the two of them. "Are we having sex or are you just experimenting on Fadris?" he asked, sounding thoroughly amused.

"It can be both," Minale replied. "And he isn't complaining about it."

"Grraahhh..." groaned Fadris, feeling his climax build up much faster than it had before. Minale was stroking him so quickly that he couldn't even thrust his hips. It took him less than a minute to reach orgasm again. Ahh!" He let out another involuntary moan as the pleasure soared to a new high and his body prepared for release.

Once again all the muscles in his underbelly tensed up and Fadris found himself straining to push forward and thrust deeper. He felt warm pressure surging into the base of his phallus, building up and up until it had no choice but to explode outwards in a glorious burst of pleasure--which never came because that was exactly when Minale stopped rubbing him again. "Oh... Oh... Oh... Mmmhff! Nrahh! Arggg!" His moans of pleasure turned into whines of frustration as he teetered right on the verge of orgasm, but he was held back by a complete lack of stimulation on his knot. Again Fadris could do nothing but try and push his hips forwards. He was vaguely aware that the motion would not work, but he couldn't stop himself as primal mating instinct forced him to try and thrust himself deeper into the female that his body thought he was penetrating. And all through the experience, Minale's gaze was calmly locked with his as he desperately tried to implore her to keep going. He'd do anything to release that stunning tenseness emanating from his groin, to get that wonderful pleasure he'd been promised. Fadris wanted to scream, to beg, to tell her to please, please, just rub his knot.

The lockup seemed to go on forever, maybe longer than it had before, but finally Fadris found himself released from his orgasmic dissatisfaction. All his tense muscles released suddenly, and he collapsed onto his side and landed on the bed. His arousal dipped again, but nowhere near as much as it had the first time. His penis remained fully hard and desperate for attention even though his knot shrunk back down to its normal size. The first thing Fadris tried to do was reach for his phallus and stroke himself off, but then he stopped before actually touching his member.

He took a few deep breaths, and then he felt Minale gently rubbing her paws against the inside of his legs. "So... " said the drakka, when he raised his head to stare at her, "...describe your experience."

Fadris pushed himself back up slightly, but he remained lying on his side. He tried to think back to what had just happened and turn that experience into words. "Uh, I think it felt the same as before, but maybe it went on for longer."

"Yeah, it did. You were all tensed up for a while," Minale agreed.

"Fadris, I am so sorry that I let her do these things to you," Cytara said, but Fadris glanced to his roommate and shook his head slightly.

"I don't think that it's that bad; just... really intense and sort of disappointing." He looked back to Minale, and at her curious expression he elaborated further. "It was like I couldn't move or think or speak, except for trying to get pressure on my knot. All I could think about was thrusting forwards. It felt like--like running to a cliff edge, being about to open your wings and throw yourself into the air, except that all of a sudden the air turns into syrup and you can't move. Stuck right on the edge, unable to do anything. But it wasn't actually unpleasant, and I wouldn't say it was torture; more like a feeling of being delayed?"

Cytara grunted and kept thrusting at Minale. "I still think it's torture. And if you try to do it to me again, Minale, I'm going to pin you down with my teeth and mount you until I get satisfaction."

"No need for such theatrics! I'm feeling rather good! Don't stop, just keep doing exactly that. Rrrr..." replied Minale, slurring her words into a loud purr. Her scales had changed to a slight purple as her blue colour mixed with the faint flush of blood. Fadris knew from his medical textbooks that scales contained minute blood vessels and sensitive nerve endings to detect airflow in flight. They could slightly tint in colour from physical exertion or emotional stimuli, and in this current case it was probably both. "Alright, all three of us getting off in unison. You think we can do it?" Minale asked.

"The moment you go, your muscle contractions are pretty much guaranteed to set me off. It's all on you to get Fadris off at the same time," replied Cytara.

"Wow, you guys really are way better at sex than I am," said Fadris.

"As with most things, you get better with practice," Minale said, grinning at him and winking.

Fadris was still lying on his side; Minale pushed him over onto his back and straddled his tail with her upper chest. She grabbed at his phallus, pulling herself closer so she could grip him more easily. Then she began stroking him again, using the same motions that she knew would work so well on his member. "I've had quite some experience with doing these things, but I don't think I've ever tried denying a drake's orgasm more than twice in a row. What do you think happens if I just keep doing it to Fadris and not letting him release?" she wondered.

"Uh, his testicles explode, he gets internal bleeding, and then he dies?" suggested Cytara.

"He won't die; don't exaggerate. Slow down, Cy, and hold off for another minute," Minale said. Then she turned back to Fadris and grinned naughtily at him. "I want to try it again and see what happens."

"Now you're just toying with him," Cytara replied, "But I'll save you, Fadris! She can't deny you if I make her climax first." The green-scaled drake started rapidly thrusting in and out, and Minale gasped in pleasure.

Meanwhile Minale had gotten back to rubbing Fadris and bringing him close to orgasm, an activity which she was getting extremely proficient at. "Uh, do I get a say in this?" Fadris asked. He was still lying on his back, but he had raised his head to watch the other two dragons.

"Su--sure. What do you think? Ah... Will you get internal bleeding and die if... if I deny your orgasm again?" Minale replied, her words interspersed with moans as Cytara rapidly thrust his phallus into her slit.

"Well, probably not," said Fadris. Drakes had internal testicles located inside their underbellies, and based of his knowledge of anatomy he found it unlikely that an internal organ could be ruptured so easily. The worst case scenario he could imagine was probably some sort of muscle cramp, but as a healer he could fix that quickly enough.

"Let's find out! I'm going to keep making you almost shoot, but then not letting you... or... or maybe I will let you." Minale rubbed his phallus up and down, and Fadris was back on the edge of orgasm in hardly any time at all. Yet even through all his arousal, he could see that Minale was becoming increasingly distracted from her curiosity. "Maybe this time I'll finally let you have your climax, depending on... just hold on a second." She growled in annoyance and whipped her tail around to slap Cytara's side. "Damn it, Cy, you making me... Haha... I think that'll be it... ah!" Suddenly Minale gasped softly, and a tremor ran over her body. Behind her, Cytara stopped thrusting and pushed his hips forward, shoving himself into her slit all the way to the hilt.

Minale took Fadris's phallus into her mouth, bringing his whole length into her wet, soft muzzle. She aggressively began sucking and licking, and then Fadris couldn't think of anything else except what she was doing to him. Again there was that mad desperation to get stimulation on his knot, but now his body finally got what it wanted. Minale coiled the tip of her tongue around his swelling, incredibly-sensitive knot and then she used her jaws to gently bite down and squeeze, making sure that her teeth were always shielded by the soft muscle of her tongue. That did it--that absolutely did it for him.

After all this time, it was far too much to resist; Fadris's eyes rolled back in his head as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. He felt himself release, sending spurts of his seed shooting deep into Minale's maw. Fadris shuddered as each wave of pleasure washed over him. Minale suddenly pulled his phallus out of her mouth but he barely even noticed; her paws kept rubbing his length and encircling his knot, keeping his penis fully stimulated to ensure his semen sprayed out and coated her snout with whitsh-clear, thick liquid. His tail was twitching around and he heard himself involuntarily making pleasured incoherent sounds halfway between moans and roars. The other two dragons were making similar noises as the three of them thrashed about in a tangled, ecstatic, mess.

When his orgasm finally trailed off, Fadris hesitantly opened his eyes. His semen had splattered all across Minale's muzzle, some of it even wetting her horns, but that didn't do anything to cover the grin on the drakka's face. "I--I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, uh, get you so dirty..." Fadris tried to say, but Minale just winked at him.

"What makes you think I didn't want to get dirty?" she replied, "I sure hope you two enjoyed that at least half as much as I did..."

Cytara slowly pushed himself upright and pulled back out of her. He patted her flank in a vaguely affectionate, rather appreciative manner. "It was infinitely better than studying for that damn exam."

Fadris was still lying on his back--he hadn't moved, and Minale's weight was still pinning down his tail. "Thanks for... that, but I think I should go back to studying now," he decided. His mind was now clear of that distracting haze of arousal, and he was thinking about just how important it would be for him to pass tomorrow's exam. He had just spent so much time on carnal pleasures, whereas he ought to have been revising.

Minale nodded. She stood up and turned away from the two drakes. "We've got so many years ahead of ourselves to grow old and become serious..."

Her demeanour changed completely, switching from the amorous, carefree drakka who had pranced into the room and seduced him--now she stood up straight, partially unfurled her wings, and tilted her head down in a way that showed off her horns. She looked dignified, proud, and almost intimidating. In that moment, Fadris could easily imagine her as a proper lawyer, standing in court in front of the city's most powerful dragons to argue a case one way or the other. "In half a decade you two will be in the medical centre, working to save lives and heal the injured. And me? I'll me in the courts representing justice, order, and due process for the clans and the city. Everything so serious, everything so important, everything so proper."

Then Minale shrugged her wings and grinned. "It can wait." She stuck out her tongue and casually licked up some of the semen that was dripping over her mouth, and the gesture was so blatantly sexual that Fadris felt himself blushing. "But for now? Now I'm feeling young, and I have no wish whatsoever to be serious. I have other places that could use a good pounding. Shall we?"

Cytara groaned softly. "Oh ho, you're wicked! Where have you been all my life?"

Fadris flicked his neck frill up and down in embarrassment. He couldn't quite make eye contact with either of the two of them. "You two can do what you want, but I really think I should study for tomorrow's test. It's important that I pass." Yet even as his mouth was saying the words, he was feeling more and more tempted to instead spend more time satisfying a primal desire.

"Come on; you don't need to study, you're already the top of the class! You make it harder for everyone in comparison," grumbled Cytara, shaking his head in disagreement.

However, Minale nodded and her expression was more understanding. "Fadris, if you want to do the responsible thing then I respect that and admire you for it. But then again, consider this--one hundred years in the future when you look back at this moment in your life, do you think you would be happier if you spent another hour reading a textbook, or would you rather help me find out how many different ways two drakes can mount a drakka?" She jumped up onto Cytara's bed and raised her tail invitingly. "I've got holes down here that need pounding--one for you, one for him; both of you mounting me at the same time. Interested? It's up to you. Make your choice and live with it."

Fadris carefully considered what he wanted to do. The test tomorrow was a major assessment that would include theoretical questions and practical application of his healing magic. Becoming a healer and helping people meant the world to him, so it was crucial that he did his best. But then again, he had already spent every free moment in the last two weeks studying.

He made his choice.

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Random Writer Ramblings: So this is actually a rather old story of mine! I'm not super proud of it, but I want to keep to my goal of at least one upload per month.