Egging Him On

By

Rifty Agon

This is a non-canon follow-up to Whispa in the Wind.

Story, Rift, and Kara © https://rifty.sofurry.com/

Sithris © https://www.furaffinity.net/user/sithris

Whispa © https://www.furaffinity.net/user/pollardthedragon

Art © https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dorak/

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"Hah... hah..."

The chilly air of the Vercold Mountains echoed with the sounds of it's sole apex predator. It wasn't an uncommon noise, but one that left little to the imagination. Within one of the taller peaks, a cave contained the shivering form of it's most formidable beast.

"Right there... keep goin-" Light gray thighs clenched tightly around a wriggling tail, trembling with each moment that passed. Clawed hind legs clenched for the air.

"Fuah- dammit! Fill me up, Rift!" Blue eyes shot open and a pleasured yelp escaped the lips of a young dragoness. Her tail shot away from her convulsing vent, juices exploding in quantities of gallons. She trembled, cyan hair falling in front of her face as she struggled to catch a breath.

With a final shiver, she released a gasp and flopped her head back on a soft pillow. I know it's been a bit, but where did that come from? Limply lifting her tail to look for an explanation, she noticed the sheer amount of liquid dripping from the tip.

With a grunt, Whispa repositioned herself, examining her cyan underbelly. Everything looked pretty normal, at least until she noticed the lake of fluid between her legs. Eyes moving slightly up, the usually appealing pink folds were instead a deep, angry red. She groaned in disappointment, dreading another heat cycle alone.

"Wait a moment..." She thought of the lucid dream that woke her up, the orange male once again a product of her lust. It'd been several months since she was able to pin down that shy drake and bend him to her bidding. Several months too long.

Whispa giggled at how often that cute accent was silenced whenever she sat on his face, a soft mix of Northwest and slight Southern twang. She longed to hear his voice and moans again, as well as feel that tongue and large member within her vent. Her tail once again returned to rub the soft flesh, and she pulled herself up to her desk, grabbing a piece of parchment and a pen.

"I need a good reason that the others will send him. Hmm, I know."

'Fire Guardian Rift needed In Vercold Mountains for emergency personal protection. I could be at risk of potential harm, and I want someone who I'm comfortable with to prevent that.'

Happy with her short message, she rolled it up and whistled. A large falcon landed next to her, and she attached it to his foot. "Now try and get this to the Guardians asap. And when that's done, grab me a few things from the markets."

With the bird cawing in understanding as she explained her shopping list, he promptly spun around and took off, leaving her to herself.

A thought crossed her mind, smart, but with a possibly devious intent. She walked to the entrance, chanting an unknown language as a faint screen formed at the mouth of the cave. The ward would block any breath attacks from intruding dragons, as well as nullify any spells that attempted to pass though.

"I'm so looking forward to seeing you again, Rift."

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"Abraxis! I'm in deep trouble and I need your help asap!"

With a quick shake, a tired gold drake opened his eyes and lifted his head. It'd been a long, dead week running his shop, so hearing a panicked shout was a surprise. Even moreso, a shout from the Fire Guardian.

"Rift? What's wrong, everything alright.?"

Skidding to a halt, a much shorter dragon looked on the verge of tears. Orange scales clashed with his silver belly and horns. Deep blue eyes were full of desperation. His spaded tail tip flicked in irritation.

"No. No, I'm not alright. I'm far from alright, this is terrible. This is an absolute horror!"

Abraxis blinked and held up his paws, trying to keep the Guardian calm. Whatever was up, was big if Rift was freaking out and coming to him. Did Kara lay her egg earlier? Did I knock up Sithris? Is he here to kill me for knocking up Sithris?

"Calm down man, take some breaths and tell me what happened."

Rift sighed and sat on his hind. He trembled in terror. One of his worst fears had come to fruition.

"Okay, okay. Kara and Sithris are staying with a kobold friend for a few weeks. Kara wanted to see her before she's too gravid to walk, and Sithy gets to be Sithy. They told me they'd gotten the cave all stocked to last till they returned, but they didn't grab the most important thing. Abraxis, I ran out of cheese!"

The dumbfounded look on the shopkeeper's face wasn't entirely one he wasn't used to. The Guardian was infamous for his adoration of the dairy product. Even his own pupil had come to affectionately call him 'Cheddar.'

"I- I'm sorry? All that panic over some cheese?" Abraxis wasn't sure what was going through his friend's head. "There's about fifty other shops between your cave and here."

"Fifty-six actually." Rift corrected him. "None of them have been able to keep a stock of it. Something about some fire dragon buying it all the moment they get any."

"A fire dragon, eh?" The gold drake looked down at him, deciding that pointing out the obvious wouldn't be good for his well being. "Can't imagine they'll want to face you when you find them. Sorry man, I don't carry cheese. I stick with potentially questionable enchantments and potions."

The fire dragon hung his head in devastating defeat. His last hope was shattered. For now, he was without his one true addiction. He gave a sad nod to Abraxis, before turning around and moping to the Guardian's Temple.

"What's the matter, young Rift? Run out of cheese?'

Rift stopped and looked up at Volteer, stunned at his question.

"As a matter of fact, that's exactly my problem. How'd you guess that?"

"Oh, just a hunch..." The electric guardian thought back to earlier, when several shopkeepers had come in to complain about their stock being bought out. "You should go see Terrador, I think he needs to talk to you about another assignment."

"Great, another one..." Rift sighed and continued further into the temple. "Yeah, send out the one Guardian that doesn't want to join their orgies. I bet Terrador moans like a girl when he gets it up the ass, though maybe he only had it once and never got it out. Might explain the stick up his ass."

"The only one allowed up my ass is no longer living." Terrador growled as he overhead his fire companion. "You replaced him as Guardian, but what happens between me and the others stays here."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." The orange drake shrugged. "Kara already told me about your little escapades. No need to try and compensate for being small where it counts. You said there's an assignment?"

"You sassy-" The Earth Guardian sneered. He and the others had some time once with the wind dragoness. Knowing he lacked so much compared to the much shorter and younger Fire Guardian was a sore topic. "Yes, you've been personally requested. A couple weeks for some protection. Dragoness up in the Vercold Mountains by the name of Whispa."

Rift paled. The dragoness was one he had plenty of experience with. He was like a toy for her. Something to pin down and dominate with little resistance. It'd been a bit since his last submission to her, so he was sure he was in deep.

"Um, no. No no no. Spider chasing me no. Being eaten by another creature no. She is terrifying, and is in no way needing someone for protection."

"You might want to reconsider." Terrador handed the letter to Rift. "She's got a stock of cheese."

"I guess I'll be back when she's safe then. See you in a few weeks!"

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"Alright Rift, keep yourself together in there. You're there just to protect her and eat cheese, nothing else. If she tries to seduce you, you're more than capable of saying no. You're the Fire Guardian, so act like it."

The orange drake tried his best to keep his nerves. The several days of flying had been plenty full of memories of the dragoness tying him up and playing him like a fiddle. He didn't like to disappoint, a fact she more than took advantage of during their meetings. The cave was only a few meters away. All he had to do was walk in and set terms.

Had he not been startled by what he saw inside, he would have noticed the uncomfortable feeling of his magic being blocked by the ward at the entrance.

The usually chilly and dry cave was strangely warm and musky. His pupils dilated at the sheer amount of pheromones that assaulted his nose. His ears could hear nothing but slick slapping noise.

The dragoness he was here for was curled up in a ball, tail furiously slamming in and out of her heated vent. He was amazed by the sheer amount of juices sloshing out of her. How can she stay hydrated?

"Rifty?" Her tail stopped and slipped out of her slit. She lifted her head, eyes glistening with predatory need. "You're gonna breed me full of eggs."

"Yeah, I'm not here to- meep!" The Fire Guardian barely managed to jump out of the way as the heat-stricken dragoness pounced him. She didn't give up, getting faster and faster at her attempts to pin him.

"Seriously, that's not what im-" She pounced again, backing him into a corner. Rift's mind was in conflict, partly wanting her to have her way with him. The other part however was losing patience. She was just about ready to grab him when his temper flared.

"ENOUGH!"

Whispa gasped and stopped, a moment of clarity in her deep heat. She took a moment to process the events leading up to her situation, and backed up a tad. She'd never so much as heard the drake raise his voice before.

"S-sorry, Rift. The season is really hitting me hard."

"So it seems." Rift's heart dropped. While he was in the right, he hated putting his paw down to anyone he cared for. If anything, he was more concerned about his own self control. He wasn't himself when affected by an attractive dragon in heat. He sighed and moved past the female. "Maybe I should leave. It's not a good idea for me to be here."

"Wait! Please don't go!" Whispa grabbed his tail and hugged it, looking at him with pleading eyes. "I won't make you do anything, just stay with me. I need the company, and there are other drakes In the vicinity that would use my heat to claim my territory."

This is a terrible idea, but when has that ever stopped me?

"Sigh, alright, I'll stay..." Rifty flopped on his side, watching the giant grin forming on Whispa's face. "However, calling me over though work for sex is highly irresponsible and a blatant misuse of the Guardians. I will not fuck you, but I will keep guard for you. If you try and force me into anything, I'll turn around and walk out."

"Deal!" Whispa danced around. Who needs sex when I've got the company of a strong, virile, submissive little- Wait, no, no thinking like that. "I'll make it worth your time. I've got a good stock of cheese for you "

"CHEESE!"

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"So how is Kara anyway?"

Several days had passed since the Guardian agreed to stay. To say that the temptation to his willpower was a massive understatement. Each morning started with the dragoness snuggling under his arms and grinding her heated vent against his pent up shaft.

"Hm? Oh." Rift gulped his cheese and stood up. "She's doing well, maybe a month or two until she lays her egg. She and Sithy went to visit a friend for a few weeks while she can still fly."

"I guess it's a good thing that I had you come down. Wouldn't want you all alone with those mean coworkers." Whispa giggled, hips grinding against her heat-slickened tail. She watched as the male walked over to her cold-box, grabbing another piece of cheese. Her heat was very much getting to him. His own slit was developing a red hue from trying to keep his shaft inside. She nonchalantly spread her legs, letting his instincts lock his eyes on her soaked lips.

"I-i told you before, I'm not gonna- Ack!" The orange drake snapped out of his lust drunk state as a sharp pain shot though his front paw. One of his toes was caught in what he could only describe as a miniature bear trap. "What the hell is that?"

"Oh shit, hold on!" The frost dragoness jumped up quickly and dashed up to pry the device from her friend's paw. "Sorry for that. Told those kobolds to put their toys away before they left. They can be quite mischievous."

"Your... Kobolds?"

"Oh yes." Whispa grinned proudly. "I have a large collection of the buggers that come around every so often. They like to worship us with praise and shinies, and in return, I occasionally let them keep a single silver. It's not much, but they can be simple creatures."

"Eh, not really my thing." Rift thought aloud. "Kara and Sithy are actually visiting a pink kobold, but me personally, I don't like the worshiping thing. Last thing I need is a Kobold Cult, a Cultbold if you will. Ah, that actually really stings."

"Here, lift up your paw." Whispa held the drake's paw while she blew a steam of frost over the toe, sneaking her slick tail against his snoot. "There, that should keep it numb for a bit. Are you good?"

"Ye- Yeah, it's fine. Th-thank you..." The Fire Guardian shot himself to no avail. Whispa's juices on his nose were quickly overpowering his already fragile control. He sluggishly took a few steps before losing his balance, and flopping on his side. He winced and rubbed his vent, noticing his own juices soaking his legs. "Mayyyybe this wusn't a gud idea..."

"You'll be alright Hun." The dragoness was quickly falling back into her own lust, the scent of a virile male sending her body into overdrive. "How about this, I'll eat you out and relieve some of that pent up need, and you give me a nice snack. I won't do anything without your consent. Deal?"

"That... sounds like a plan. Deal."

He's mine, finally. Whispa quickly splooted between his legs and licked her lips. His sickened slit was quivering with effort, not wanting the shaft within to come out just yet. The dragoness had never eaten out a drake before, but was sure her previous flings with the ladies would be enough.

The scent was addicting; like dragon fruit mixed with a hint of male. She ground her tail against her vent and gently licked around the silver plating. They easily spread against her tongue, revealing the flesh within.

She giggled at the male above her trembling. A tiny cold breath resulted in a roll of the hips. She gave the lightest lick between she could, and received quite the reaction.

A needy yelp escaped the orange drake's maw. His legs clenched around Whispa's head to keep her there. A jet of pre instantly shot against her tongue.

Oh? I think he likes that. She happily continued with her gentle licks, her saliva preparing him for what's to come. With a deep breath, she wormed her tongue inside.

"Oh fuck yes!"

Rift's tongue lolled out at the sensation. Be it a tongue or something else, he loved his slit being penetrated. It was always a nice change from him always being the one giving pleasure.

The dragoness was quite surprised with the inside of the vent. Besides his constant clenching, it was fairly roomy. She was beginning to suspect that it wasn't any stranger to intruders.

"Please, more."

Don't mind if I do. Wrapping her maw around his slit, she plunged her tongue to it's full, filling the cavern, save for a tense muscle in the back. It throbbed and slowly grew, slightly limiting the area she could lick.

Behind that fold was what she desired, a treat she'd get shortly. For now, she ground her slick appendage around the trembling cave of muscle. The longer she kept it up, the more her muzzle was forced against him. The rocking of his hips and the twitching of the tunnel only helped to encourage her.

"Can't... keep it... down..."

"Hmm?" Whispa tilted her head just slightly in curiosity. Suddenly, the tensed muscle gave way, the male's proud endowment shooting past and into her throat. She gagged from the intrusion, but try as she may to pull away, even more resistance kept her still. Two orange paws had gripped her horns, forcing her to fight her instincts to clamp on the intruder.

When her mind and body finally adjusted to his shaft, she ran her tongue around it, taking in the details within her mind. The spaded tip that would plunge into her nethers, the ridges designed to saw in and out to stimulate her ovulation, the massive knot that would lock her to him as he filled her womb. The thought alone was enough to bring her to orgasm.

I promised I wouldn't force him, but I said nothing about helping him change his mind.

With a bit of strained effort, Whispa whacked the legs away with her tail, and rotated around. She was pleased at the moans behind as she kept the full member in her throat during the move. Her tail rubbed her vent just in front of his face, offering his mouth something to do.

*Slurp!*

That was the most satisfying feeling since her heat started. With renewed vigor, she began bobbing up and down on his shaft. She was immediately rewarded, the shaft began leaking it's sweet juices, keeping her throat moist and her heat happy.

Rift wasn't about to let his own opportunity go to waste. The swollen pedals were drenched in need, begging for some relief. He grabbed her soft rear and spread them, revealing the gaping vent. Several brushes of his tongue began at the dragoness' clit, running up to the entryway. He half-debated going further up to her puckered tailhole, but figured her vent was in dire need.

The usual cyan scales around her vent were a red-violet, nearly matching his tongue. They were softer too, pliable and needing a large filling. He wondered how full her belly would be if he sated her to the fullest.

No, that's way further than you should go Rift. Get her off, get off, and call it at that.

With his mind focused, he moved a toe to her clit, gently rubbing it as he snaked his tongue inside. Whispa's inner walls, like any dragoness in heat, were like the silkiest blanket on the planet, moist and sensitive. He felt her double down immediately, and grinned at the thought that for once, he had control.

With a rock of his body, he was on top, using his position to plunge eagerly inside her vent. She muffled a moan, rational mind no longer a factor about being on bottom. Her new position however, left her throat at the mercy of a slowly changing drake.

He knew he shouldn't have gone this far. Having any intimate fun with a dragoness in heat brought out a more primal side he always tried to hide. The damage was done, he sped up his tongue-fucking, and pumped his hips, throat fucking the overwhelmed girl.

The frost dragoness released such heated noises for his ears. He could feel his knot start to inflate, nearing it's pleasure climax. She was close too, tender walls twitching like crazy. He began thrusting with reckless abandon, knot popping in and out of her maw.

Whispa got the final word. With perfect timing with his hips, she sunk her tongue into his vent, curling it around the base of his shaft. The loud roar he released announced his climax, just as she forced the spire from her maw. The twelve inch shaft fired gallons of pent up seed at her face, dousing her in the scent of an extremely virile male, one she wanted eggs with.

The thought was all she needed.

With an overwhelmed yell of pleasure, her vent clamped down on the Fire Guardian's tongue. Her body shook intensely, waves crashing through her. A highly concentrated jet of heat-laden squirt fired from her vent, hitting the male directly against his nose.

With both of their orgasms dying down, Rift set the shaking female in a pile of pillows. He tried to focus on anything beside the dragoness. The pheromones clinging to his snoot were doing the opposite, and they were winning.

"That was... very different, but very nice. Did you enjoy that Rift?" Whispa weakly opened her eyes, worried that she might've gone too far. She noticed his nostrils flaring, taking in as much of her scent as possible. And his eyes, she could see his pupils slit into that of a predator. He looked at her, hungry gaze staring into her soul. Any energy used to quench her heat instantly went to waste. Her slit squirted in eager anticipation as he took a step towards him.

"Back off bitch, that girl is mine!"

Rift's head swerved to the entrance of the cave. A green male, several times his size, was poking his head through, challenging him with a deep grumble. While bigger, the male wasn't him. The way he saw it, only he had claim to the frost dragoness.

"Are you deaf? Get out before I break your puny neck Orangy. Let a real drake show her a propp-"

The drake was cut off, orange tail wrapped around his own neck. He tried to struggle out of it, but the lack of room for him in the cave left him helpless. He felt several vertebrae in his spine pop, and his eyes filled with panic. He began to blackout, and then the tail released. He took a moment to breathe, before something slammed into his chest, and he was sent flying out of the mountain.

"She's MY hen! Try anything again, and I won't release your neck!" Rift shouted out the entrance, shrugging in smugness as he turned back around and moved towards Whispa. "Is this what you want, your heat quenched and full of my eggs?"

Whispa was unprepared for her toy in this state. Gone was the submissive and timid little hatchling, replaced with a strong, greedy drake. She herself wasn't her controlling self, heat bringing her rare states of needy submission. The frost dragoness didn't need a second thought, womb set on having his young.

She turned away and kneeled her front legs, lifted her tail, and presented herself to him. She looked back at him, watching him approach with feral lust in his eyes. Her vent gushed in preparation.

Between Rift's legs, twelve inches of onyx shaft, complete with ridges, and a knot as big around as his shaft was long. Whispa almost felt like he missed his calling as a breeder, but then she wouldn't have been able to lay claim to him. It throbbed with his breaths, eager to find comfort inside her.

The cyan-haired dragoness yelped in shock as a paw grabbed her hair and forced her head to the ground. The male's tail nudged her legs wider apart, leveling her rear with the fire dragon's hips. She trembled and whimpered, unfamiliar with being manhandled like this before.

Rift grinned in satisfaction as the hen kept her head down, even after being released. He rubbed her pert rump, before lifting a paw and slapping it. A loud yip was music to his ears, and he gripped her hips, before standing on his hind legs.

A rational Rift would gently rub his member against her folds as a way to slicken them both up. He'd be slow and caring. But a rational Rift wasn't here.

"Ho, fuck!"

Whispa gasped as The male plunged into her with no warning. Her insides felt as if they were about to rip in half. But at the same time, it was the best feeling she'd ever felt.

Her cervix stood no chance to the massive member breaching her egg chamber. Had she been able to look down, the shape of the appendage would have been visible though her belly. Her tunnel clamped around him as the penetration alone set her off.

He didn't wait for her to come down from her peak, choosing instead to drag the shaft out, before forcing it back in. The orgasm wouldn't subside, instead being extended with each movement. She wanted this, and he was going to give it.

The first thrust nearly kicked her down, forcing a low moan from her maw. The following thrusts were a bit easier, vent finally adjusting, though grinding tightly whenever the knot entered. She felt her hind legs start to bow, worn out from her heat cycle.

Rift picked up the pace, stroking her innards to prepare her body for pregnancy. Each roll of his hips threw off her balance. He grabbed her hair to bring her neck within range. With a snarl, he clamped onto it, holding his mating bite. The frost dragoness instantly went limp, bringing herself and Rift crashing sideways.

It didn't stop Rift. He sped up his thrusting, ridges and knot popping in and out each time. He kept her neck clamped, eyes watching the bulge he put in her belly. He rubbed it, kneading the muscles to relax for expansion.

Whispa was a mess of pants and juices. She couldn't hear, couldn't think, the only thing on her mind being that large shaft and growing knot. With a final pop, the member locked within and stretched her vent to the limit. She squealed, convulsing around the appendage as wave after wave of pleasure wreaked havoc on her exhausted form. Another wave hit as a low grumble from the drake was followed by the intense heat of the male's seed spraying her innards with an intensity that finally gave much needed relief.

Her heat was quenched, belly growing from gallons of seed doing its work on her reproductive organs. The sharp teeth on her neck let off, being replaced by tender licks. She sighed contently, looking up to see Rift returning to his caring nature.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No..." Whispa rubbed his concerned cheek. Her neck was tender and belly full, but it was a feeling she enjoyed. "Nothing I didn't want anyway. So you have a dominant streak after all, eh stud?"

"Yeah..." Rift's face reddened in embarrassment. "Heat tends to override my brain. I hope I didn't seriously hurt whoever that guy was."

"I'm sure he'll be alright. You let him off easy. I'd threaten to castrate him and take his hoard. I am surprised a dragon actually did try to take advantage of me, I'm not sure if I should take that as a compliment or an insult."

"I'd say a compliment." The Guardian pondered, remembering more of the situation. "While I remember, why couldn't I roast the guy? I wanted to melt his face off, but I couldn't get any fire out."

"Oh, that? I've got a ward at the entrance." Whispa poked her tongue out. "Any magic or elemental energy is blocked as long as the person is inside."

"Wait... All magic?" Rift thought about his feral mating. It shouldn't have happened. The spell keeping his fertility should have kept him from that. It clicked. "Ancestors! Shit, my protection didn't work. Nononono, I'm so sorry."

"Rift, relax." The dragoness smiled. She pulled the drake's head down and gave him a deep kiss. "I've got no regrets, you're a dragon worth having eggs with. You already had two mates, what's one more?"

The orange male took a deep breath and returned her smile. He rubbed her belly and snuggled around her possessively. A wiggle of his new mate caught his attention. He lifted his head in confusion.

"Oh, this?" Whispa grinned seductively, rolling her hips against him, feeling his shaft slowly filling her round belly once more. "The deed is already done, so what do you say about making sure it sticks?"

"That's like asking if I like cheese. I'm in."

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Many Months Later...

"Easy now, we're almost there."

The lake never failed to impress with it's glimmering ripples. The grass surrounding it was lush green, trees behind them concealing the area from invaders. A cave off to the side held the home of an ever growing family.

Whispa waddled beside Rift as they arrived at her new home away from home. Three figures watched with smiles, Sithris, Kara, and a hatchling. They gave her hugs and Kara pulled her into a lustful kiss. The frost dragoness rubbed her egg-heavy belly. She wasn't far off from laying, and chose to stay with her mates.

Rift wasn't surprised, but was still pleased that the others were so open to Whispa joining the family. He was normally so occupied with work that he wasn't always able to sate the desire of three adult dragons on top of raising a hatchling. This way, they'd always have company available, to chat, cuddle, or bang.

Like Kara was previously, Whispa's swollen belly was only holding a single egg. He figured it was a genetic thing, as he himself was an only egg. Nevertheless, he'd have to find a better form of protection.

Kara grabbed the hatchling and whispered in Sithris' ear. He nodded, and the mother and child strode off. He looked at Whispa and held up a collar, getting an evil grin in return. When they were sure the coast was clear, they snuck up behind Rift, and locked the collar around his neck.

Rift squeaked in confusion, looking at the black drake and gray dragoness. Sithris' shafts were erect, and Whispa's vent slick with juices. All he could do was gulp.

"I take it we aren't having a cuddle pile?"

The End