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A bonfire crackled in the midst of a dark circle of caravans. Shadowy oranges, yellows, and reds danced across a collection of wagons surrounding a pair of beings who sat away from the central fire, the last of their camp awake. They sat together for only for moments before one of the pair, a tightly muscled dragon in leather armor, bid his companion a good night and moved towards the shadows of the vehicles and disappeared under a flap. Leaving the cloaked figure sitting on a chest as his makeshift bench and his front cast in shadows with his back warmed by the flickering orange glow amidst a grassy open field.

This spelt good news for the bandits positioned on the nearby hill. The gently sloping field the caravan was in edged up to a dark thick brush that lined forests and created dark walls of shadows and shapes in the night. It was the perfect place for the bandits to use to scope out their unsuspecting targets.

Three pairs of green eyes glimmered in the darkness as they simply watched, waiting for the remaining caravan watch to get sleepy or take a leak. Though some of the members of the raiding party were more focused than the others.

Leaned up against a tree was one of the lesser-focused bandits, Marlon, his slate grey pelt making him especially difficult to see in the shadows and night light. But experience skulking around in the dark had his eyes adjusted to the darkness so he could look over at the two other dark grey, hybrid siblings. A couple of feet from his own paws laid his elder brother, Richard.

The wolf laid on a leather bedroll and had a small telescopic lens stabilized in his paws at the caravan's remaining sentry's back where he watched the hooded figure for signs of distraction. The patient wolf remained still as he watched, focus and training kept him imperceptible from his position on the ground. He occasionally twitched his ears from the errant night bug sound, but he remained as still as he could otherwise. The third bandit, Darrius, was a half brother of the other two wolves, and sat nearby on a log that was tucked a little further into the shadows. He would have looked completely unrelated to the pair of wolf brothers save for the matching eyes and horns.

All three of the bandits had brilliant green eyes and a pair of twisting horns set just behind their ears that curled around them like ram horns, a result of the demonic blood their shared father had. The wolven pair were muscled yet lanky, with thick dark pelts while their half-brother raccoon was a heavily muscled creature more akin to a brawler than his half-siblings. The similarities didn't stop there as the brothers had also inherited the demonic sized genitals that lust-powered entities, like their father had.

Their stakeout-bandit "attire" was no different than their normal state of dress, which was to say, they wore little more than a sash of tools and their weapons. The eldest wolf's position on his front was a clear example. Sporting only a leather waistband attached sword and various pouches besides his bare grey fur that hid nothing. His legs spread slightly as he adjusted his position, making his fat grey ball sack ever more visible, the pair of apple sized testicles only obscured by his untamed, messy tail. The view was not ignored by the younger brother who's tail swished slowly as his sheath plumped above his own hefty sized sack of young, viril, sperm.

"Gotta piss." Quietly said Darrius, no more than a large shadow in the darkness, as he silently stood and stepped back into the darkness of the forest. Richard reacted with little more than a flick of his tail in silent acknowledgement while Marlon pushed himself off the tree, looking for a moment like he might follow before a quick sharp glance from the raccoon told him not to. Despite his large size, Darrius silently padded just into the woods, nearly vanishing in the shadows only a few trees away.

The youngest wolf stood there for a few moments, watching the barely distinguishable figure of his brother peeing in the forest, while he pushed his fingers into his plump sheath and fished his cock out, wordless starting to stroke the inflating red length. Typical of his species, the canid length swelled steadily until he could casually squeeze and stroke his paw over the large canine shaft, the demonic sized organ slowly pulsing till it was it's full length of a foot of thickly veined, dark red, dog cock, which even at full length was drooping and half hard. As he continued to plump up, pre drooled over his paw and seeped over his sheath, but he paid no mind to his quickly wetting paw, clearly with other plans in mind. He took a few quiet steps over to his prone brother, eyeing his dark furred ass in the dark and licking his lips.

Without saying a single word, he knelt down over his brother and gently pushed his tail aside to let his hardening cock flop between his brother's cheeks. The quiet "plap" of hips on ass, rose above the soft sounds of a forest evening, prompting a more vocal response from the prone wolf. Richard twisted his head to look over his shoulder, growling warningly as hips quickly began to saw against his rump,

"Really?" He whispered with a low growl of annoyance,

"What? I'm bored." Replied Marlon, a bit louder, the younger wolf clearly not caring about the stealthy aspect to their stakeout.

"I don't care, you should have taken care of your balls before we take care of the road." Whispered Richard tightly.

"I gotta take care of it now."

"Fine... But, hurry up."

Needing no further invitation, Marlon pressed a paw down against his brother's back, simply holding him in place as he drew his hips back while he trailed the tapered tip of his length under his tail. Already drooling precum at a steady pace like, he drew a line of pre down between his brother's cheeks before his tip pressed into the loose lips of his tail hole. The experienced pucker opened readily, the ring of worn muscle distending to greet the familiar wedged cock tip. With such an invitation, and a stifled, growling moan, Marlon sunk his cock into Richard's ass, sheathing himself easily into the warm, velvety hole as his length drooled its slippery lube inside. Wasting not another moment, and with all the grace of a horny, young adult wolf, Marlon thrust and humped against his brother's ass.

Richard's somewhat annoyed scowl grew more lustful as the wolf cock pushed its way into him, stretching him out in that delicious way, before he felt sheath kiss his pucker and hips grind into his ass. Each thrust was met with a soft wet squelch as pre poured into his hole with each thrust, only to ooze over his balls as it was displaced by the iron hard length of cock opening him. He bit his lip, stifling any sound as his sides were gripped and cock was crammed into his guts. Richard managed to take his railing with only the occasional little squeak and grunt. Unlike his brother, while not being loud, was being quite a bit noisier than Richard would have liked with firm grunts and husky woofs with each steady thrust.

Thankfully for Richard, as the thrusting picked up pace and the beginnings of his knot began to swell, making each thrust mash against his pucker and squelch it's way in. Marlon's tongue dangled from his open maw in true dog like fashion, saliva dribbled over his brother's upper back as his hips wetly smacked down into Richard's plush ass cheeks. With each slippery swallow of his knot into his lubed up butt tunnel, Marlon let out a clearly restrained whine of a moan.

His brother's experienced ass hole, gripped, and pulled so deliciously at his younger, virile knotted prick, and though it wasn't the first time Marlon had fucked his brother, Richard's well experienced ass was difficult not to quickly fill with semen.

"D-don't knot me..." Rasped Richard before his brother ground his hips forward firmly and his plump, fist sized knot squelched into his ass.

"Ooohhhf..." groaned Marlon as his nuts tensed and pulsed, pumping thick, gooey cum into Richard as they panted and huffed, a small dribble of white seeping from around his knot as he rolled his hips. Richard could feel the heat of his seed pumping through his guts, flooding, filling him with brotherly seed as the pressure made his stomach feel heavy with cum.

The pair of wolves panted softly together, Marlon drooling happily on top of his brother's upper back as Richard tried to lift his upper body a little to get a look back down on the camp, which was still being guarded by that stubborn watchman. With a soft groan he shifted his arm, elbowing the younger wolf on his back.

"I said don't knot me..." He said, feigning anger, even though each spasm of cum swimming in his ass felt so delicious and he was never one to turn down a firm breeding.

"Sorry, your ass just felt so good..." He sighed, still basking in the last dregs of his orgasm while his ass cheeks flexed with each last spurts of cum were crammed into his elder brother.

Unnoticed by both wolves, their half-brother had returned and his once dormant shaft was now at full mast watching the pair go at it. He quietly cleared his throat, which made Marlon quickly whip his head at the surprise sound, but Richard simply flicked his ears, playing it cool and acting unsurprised at his brother's return.

"I leave you two for just a few minutes..." Said Darrius, his deeper voice a soft murmur in the muted night darkness. Yet, even as he said that, a thick paw wrapped around his shaft and began to idly stroke his large dick. While his brothers' lengths were large, if not normal canid shapes, their raccoon brethren sported a thick cock that was a strange blend of canine, equine, and draconic, a true family gift from his father. It jutted from his fat sheath, above a pair of small-melon sized balls, a slight round bulge of a knot decorated the base of the tube of cock-flesh. The shaft, nearly a foot and a half, covered in devilish bumps and veins, before leading to an angry mushroom tip, bound in a thick, yet tight wrapping of foreskin. It was quite a sight, though, Darrius found it a little bit of a nuisance at times.

Marlon gulped at the sight of his brother's erect shaft, it always made his breath catch a little (and his tail hole quiver). Usually it was his ass that was on the receiving end of the raccoon's massive breeding tool, simply because his pucker was tighter than his elder brother's even before a knotting. A thick dollop of pre cum leaked from the shrouded tip as Darrius stepped closer to the tied pair.

Darrius approached the pair and reached down with a strong arm to firmly grab Marlon's scruff. Below, Richard tried to look too busy to be interested in more sex, but as Marlon was firmly tugged off his back and his knot stretched it's way back out of his hole he could only quiver and moan into the cool night air. His hole's rim bulged under the escaping knot before it slid out of his brother with a slurping, wet pop. Thick streams of white cum oozed from the fucked open hole while the plug and it's owner were lifted clear off his back onto his paws. The larger brother guided Marlon back over to his post on the log in the shadows and silently sat down before he spread his legs expectantly.

"You know how this works, bottom bitch." growled Darrius lustily as the Marlon quickly reached forward to drag his hands along the foot and a half of hard, demonic cock.

His digits teased over fleshy bumps and barbs while pre cum eagerly spurted and drooled from the cock, making Marlon's paws quickly a mess as he slicked up the enormous shaft. After that, it didn't take long before thick strands of pre seed were wetting the grass more than the slight accumulation of dew. With a familiar motion, Marlon turned around and lifted his tail up before backing himself up and cradling the fat, slippery tip against his tight pucker. Darrius gripped the base of his cock and tugged his foreskin from his tip, exposing the slippery glans to it's familiar snug place.

The muscular hole dimpled against the firm cock head, easing open with only the smallest of whines from the young wolf. The cockhead squeezed into Marlon's ass, already stretching his rim nearly taut, making the large racoon-hybrid grunt in pleasure even as he tried to stay quiet on their stakeout. Marlon steadily pressed himself backwards, pushing himself up on his toes and wiggling his hips as his walls stretched ever wider around the fat cock. Pre softly gurgled into his belly and soaked Darrius' crotch (as it usually does when he gets hard).

Eventually Marlon squeezed his ass cheek's into Darrius' lap, a noticeable bulge pressed from his stomach from his brother's girthy breeding tool. The large racoon grabbed hold of his brother's hips and began to thrust and bounce the smaller wolf against him. Their heavy, hanging orbs wetly smacked off each other, with each strike only making Marlon's cock bounce and spurt, leaving the night time grass with a thicker dew.

Darrius' paws dug into his hips as he bounced his brother in his lap, the tight ass lips kissing his sheath repeatedly while his guts were opened up. Pre poured inside him and with each sinking of the raccoon's dick inside his hole, the clear fuck-slime drooled and ran in foamy smears off their balls and down his legs.

Even as they tried to be quiet, the quiet in the darkness was overtaken with wet 'plaps' as Marlon milked his brother inside his ass. Though every few thrusts there would be a small squeak or tiny moan from the younger wolf as his brother's cock battered his insides, and even Darrius himself softly grunted and rumbled his own sounds of pleasure. His knot jammed against the younger wolf's pucker, stretching it ever so slightly more with each thrust, but not yet prying it open.

Darrius pressed his head against the wolf's shoulder, growling out in muffled lust as he pushed himself up, lifting his ass off the log as he rammed his cock into Marlon. His knot squelched into his slippery ass and which made the younger brother arch his back and let out a strangled, whimpering moan. Darrius let out a tight huff and pulled his brother close, watching his favorite part, as he began to rapidly hump inside Marlon. He could watch the fat bulge of his cock, visibly bulging the wolf's stomach just as he came, the bulge dwarfing the wolf's iron hard cock. As he rapidly thrust inside, thick lances of cum sprayed from Marlon's frantically throbbing shaft.

Thick white ropes of cum rocketed from the skewered wolf's shaft. The fresh jizz softly splattering on the grass and even further, raining down on Richard's legs and paws as he laid on his leather roll several feet away. Darrius watched with heavy pants and quiet groans, loving the sight of his little brother slinging his semen whenever he knotted him. He felt as the smaller male, quivered, clenched, and twisted in bliss around his cock, the sensations always enough to milk each drop from his heavy sack.

Darrius dug his fingers into Marlon's hips, squeezing him tight in his lap as his cock twitched inside his hot guts. His fat, pre-soaked, balls twitched and pulled tight. He clenched his eyes shut in pleasure, stifling as much noise as he could, but a heavy loud growl forced its way from his throat as his hips bucked and unloaded into Marlon. Meanwhile, his brother trembled, while his world was centered around the sensation of heat from the churning sperm insi traveling up from his tailhole deep into his core where it blossomed in his bulging stomach. He shivered in renewed pleasure as cum pumped inside him. The thick, demonic, semen poured into his body, bloating the bulge of cock in his belly into a noticeable paunch from the seed. The heat of the cum made his head swim as rich male-milk circulated inside him.

Darrius had other plans then letting his brother ride out both of their orgasms in bliss and he wrapped his arms around his brother a bit tighter as he began to pull his knot free of his hole. Marlon gurgled something incoherent and not in a quiet way, which made still-scouting Richard roll onto his back, to see what the two were up to. His cock was already completely stiff, but he watched as the huge, fist sized knot of Darrius' meat stretched and pulled at his brother's hole just before it slid free and a torrent of white semen splashed all over his legs and crotch.

The half soaked raccoon groaned quietly as he slowly fucked the top half of his cock into the gaping mess of Marlon's ass. With each thrust, cum spurted messily over his crotch, and a few more milking thrusts were making a rather noisy, wet slurp as white seed was made a visible puddle in the grass. Richard was going to interject and tell them to quiet down, but with the release of all that rich seed in Marlon was a thick cloud of heat and musk that had him more focused on his brother's cock than on being quiet.

Richard's chest was already matted by the pre squirting from his cock and the wet leather sheet he had been laying on, so he hardly cared as he grabbed his cock by the knot and stood up to join his brothers. The trio in a haze of lust as Richard wrapped his arms under Marlon's, pulling him off his brother's cock, even as the smaller wolf's knotted dick continued to jump and spurt seed all over his lower half.

Yet, despite his clear indication of participation he still gave his younger brother a disapproving sigh at how awry their stakeout had gone.

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Below the grassy hill, still lit by a warm, softly crackling fire, and flanked by a pair of caravans sat the lone "guardsman" for the evening. The shrouded owl was seated just outside of the campfire's radius of light, keeping him ever so slightly hidden, even as his back was facing the nearby hill.

A pair of howling moans spilled across the night sky and cut into the dulled crackling fire sounds. Only moments from the heated cries the back of one of the caravan's back curtains bulged as a figure slipped from the leather flap and stepped closer to the campfire. The flames glinted both of his silver polished blade, but also his bare, dark blue scales. With a thick, flaccid length and a pair of low hanging balls, he sauntered sleepily over to the cloaked owl.

"All is well, Sir Mage? I heard some yelling a moment ago..." He spoke with a softness borne more out of sleepiness than stealth.

"Oh, yes... yes, it continues fine. I will be done with these boys soon." Idly commented the owl, yet despite his calm mood, his voice still waived with pleasured distraction. Between his legs hung a foot of cock that was busy drooling and pulsing, angry dark red veins pulsed along the shaft as the owl gripped his thighs while he concentrated. It was in stark contrast to the lithe body covered in pristine white and brown feathers, the angry red cock seemed to drool over it's own heft.

The dragon visibly relaxed and took a few steps closer to the mage, shivering as a wave of heat and lust tingled across his scales. The aura of the mage was rather easy to be affected by as his shaft plumped quickly and was soon pulsing with blood. He chuckled softly as the owl lifted one of his hands from his lap and gave it a mystical wave in the air, channeling some unseen magicks as the dragon let out a soft huff into the cool night air.

"Well... when you finish with them would you grace my bed with your presence tonight?" He said coolly, even as his thickening length throbbed and grew stiff right before the mage.

A warm smile spread across the owl's small beak, even as heavy, hot, pants fell out of his slightly agape mouth. "Always such a gentleman." He said with a playful sigh and a shake of his beak, before stiffening a little, closing his eyes, clearly concentrating as though something came up.

The dragon swordsman didn't have any idea of what magicks were at play, but he could feel the heat across his scales multiply. Waves of lusty heat, washed across his front, similar to the now distant feeling heat from the crackling fireplace would feel, but with a pervasiveness that soaked heat right into his core. It made his scales buzz with lust, and his cock grow rock hard as the dragon let out a soft little groan.

The sudden shift in his lust and sensations across his body would have triggered all kinds of alarms in his head if he hadn't known and trusted the source. So, instead of fighting against the artificial lust, he let it soak into his body, allowing it to fill his body with pleasure and bring him to an enormously pleasant orgasm.

The swordsman shivered as he stood before the mage, his bare scales quivering as he leaned his head back and released a quiet and deep groan. His turgid shaft bounced a few times before thick, healthy strings of sperm lanced from his shaft and flung themselves quite impressively onto and beside the owl. His knees shook slightly as steady pulses of orgasmic pleasure rode through him and his balls quivered, clenched tight against the base of his shaft as they drained themselves more onto the grass below. The dragon's cock spurted a few more times, loosing the last sperm in thick, gooey oozes onto the ground below. He let out a soft gasp and a small shiver at how chilly the air suddenly felt as he came back to his senses and looked back over at the mage.

The owl, still clearly concentrating, let out a controlled giggle as a few lines of dragon seed drooled down his bare feathers, decorating his lap and cloak, while his still heavy, erect length which continued its steady pulsing, drooling state.

"Ah, sorry... I'll uh..." He started to begin, a dark heat starting to spread over his cheeks.

"No no, it's alright." Quickly interjected the mage,

"And... it should only be a few minutes longer, if you don't mind keeping me company." Suggested the mage, a soft pant upon his breath, but a warm smile upon his beak. He didn't move, but he did indicate the space beside him for the dragon to sit upon with a somewhat stiff jerk of his beak.

"I'd be honored." Strongly replied the swordsman, sitting his naked rear down beside the owl and pressing his half blade into the soft earth beside him. He settled down and crossed his arms, putting on a firm stoic face that was severely undermined by the constant pulsing waves of heated pleasure tickling across his scales.

Even after just his recent orgasm, his cock remained firmly at attention, silvery lines of cum that had just drooled from his length were now being chased over his scales by fresh dribbling pre seed. The hard trained male did his best to provide appropriate company at the mage's post, doing his best to share the burden of guard duty with a professional manner, even as he panted ever so softly and his cock buzzed with magical pleasure.

The owl's cloak drew back slightly, a taloned hand was outstretched, silently asking to intimately hold hands to which the swordsman raised an eyeridge. A familiar heat he could feel rising in his scales, and his arms timidly unfolded as he reached for the offered paw.

"It will be worse." Softly spoke the owl, hidden behind his cloak.

"I know, Zelfar." He replied, tenderly entwining his fingers with the mage's without hesitation.

The swordsman shivered as the pleasurable warmth across his scales steadily magnified into a fiery lusty aching. He remained mostly as stoic as he could, but as the pleasure grew he was reduced to a firm heated panting and even as it pushed him past orgasm, holding him there in a constant, pleasured high, his hand in the owl's merely quivered.

"I've missed you" Stiffly replied the dragon, voice quivering with pleasured struggle, while his balls clenched achingly tight and his cock began to pulse and inseminate the evening air. His shaft squirting silently over his lap and feet with thick, protracted, clenches that steadily began to glaze everything below his chest.

"I've missed you too" Said the mage, tightening his grip on his companion.

"We'll be finished here soon, my dear Knight"

"There's no rush."