Cyril In The Middle
This was a commission for the wonderfully patient and sweet guy; SADesian who waited patiently even when I took an age to complete the commission. This is a sequel to 'Iggy In The Middle' starring (you guessed it) Cyril instead of Ignitus.
A shout out to Raiduga on FA who helped me with editing and some of the descriptions~
Also, I do not own any of these characters. They all are copyrighted to whoever owns the Spyro Franchise
In the hushed light of the crescent moon, Cyril could hardly even make out what he was looking at, but there in the middle of the room, strewn messily over his bed was the purple dragon he was searching for. His leg and tail jutted out from under the blanket, there was a glinting trail of drool that ran down the side of his muzzle, and somehow he had managed to wriggle himself around until he lay sideways across his bed but, for now, he remained still except from the slow rise and fall of his chest. When the owls quietened enough Cyril could hear those quiet raspy snores of the young dragon as he slept away his tiredness after a day's training, occasionally letting loose a gentle whimper or groan as he dreamt of far off lands, wild adventures, and everything that the future held for such a promising young drake. It was a sight to warm even the iciest of hearts and yet Cyril remained oblivious.
His mind was held by something much more intriguing and much less spiritual. A desire of the body rather than the mind. It was something that was caused by the imminence of the secret weekly occurrence in the Temple that had begun on that fateful night almost two months ago. Drawing his head back through Spyro's doorway and closing the door behind him, the Ice Guardian strolled down the empty hallway in the direction of the main hall.
Now it was not uncommon knowledge that Cyril had always had his differences with Volteer but, for once, he had to admit that the chatty dragon had come up with a rather good idea. On that night he had suggested that they indulge their mating urges with each other. Though it had at first been met with reluctance, they had all quickly decided that it was just as satisfying as with females and, in their situation, much more practical.
The problem had arisen though as to who played the 'female' each week; seeing as there were four mostly-dominant males and all wanted their turn to top, it soon became difficult to fairly judge who should submit. Cyril had come up with the solution and was rather proud of the fact. He suggested that they should inscribe their names upon a tile and, each week, a tile would be chosen by whoever had submitted the week before. It was a basic solution but one that had served rather well, especially for Cyril.
You see, through no trickery of his own, he had somehow managed to avoid submitting yet and had spent the last month and a half dominating each of his fellow Guardians while keeping his own rump perfectly untouched. A position that he found himself liking more and more each week that he remained exclusively dominant. Even as he approached the main hall, he couldn't keep a cocky smirk from his muzzle.
"Ah! Finally! I was starting to wonder if you were going to show up tonight Cyril." Ignitus called as the blue dragon entered. The other Guardians had already gathered together in a small cluster on the opposite side of the room and, judging by the expressions on their faces, they were just as eager to start the proceedings.
As excited as Cyril was under his scales, he knew better than to act that way; one of such a regal bloodline doesn't bounce around like a hatchling after all. Instead he leisurely padded his way across the floor, making sure to take his time, keep his head held high and his muzzle slightly upturned in such a confident gait that he seemed invulnerable. "You know I wouldn't miss this Ignitus; you look far too good underneath me."
Even Terrador rolled his eyes at Cyril's arrogance.
"While I admit that events have been rather fortuitous for you so far Cyril, your time will come. Everyone else has consummated the agreement now at least once and there's no guarantee that your name will not be selected so perhaps you should be more wary of your current situation." Volteer replied before Ignitus could open his mouth. He hoped to level Cyril's head a little bit but he was quickly batted aside by a nonchalant wave of his paw.
"I'm well aware that everyone else has had their go, Volteer. You forget that I was present for every single one of them." The Ice Guardian teased.
Volteer would have retorted but Terrador interjected. "Can we hurry this up?"
"Yes, yes, of course Terrador. A week's wait is quite long enough." Ignitus agreed and the three other Guardians turned to face him. Now that he had their attention the fire dragon continued with the ritual, setting out a series of four tiles placed face-down on the floor in the middle of the group. "Volteer, seeing as you were our submissive last week, it's your turn to draw this week's."
Although Cyril retained a look of calmness and indifference, he was secretly trembling. He knew well enough that he would eventually be chosen, that much was a certainty, but that didn't stop him from hoping that it didn't. Looking around him as casually as he could manage, he saw Terrador being his usual self; cool, collected, unreadable, and opposite him Ignitus was struggling to stop the tip of his tail from flicking erratically but was failing through his excitement. Both of them had their eyes on Volteer.
The Electric Guardian certainly knew how to drag out the proceedings, making a show of eyeing up each tile carefully and hovering his paw over each of them in turn. Biting his lip in anticipation, he lowered his paw to a tile and tried to read it through it's brittle clay exterior. He knew exactly who he wanted to choose and, as if to heighten his chances, he shot a sideways glance at the cocky ice dragon who only gave him a falsely-calm grin.
That smarmy smile was enough to worry Volteer. Was he smiling because he knew that this tile wasn't his? In his haste he quickly shifted his paw to the clay piece opposite the one he had originally chosen and picked it up from the floor. Turning to face the group, he lifted the tile and turned it over so that he could read the name without the other's seeing who had been selected.
Volteer didn't even have to say whose name was written there. The enormous grin on his muzzle as he lifted his eyes from the tile was more than enough to suggest who he might have selected. What sealed his fate was when those golden eyes settled upon the suddenly smaller-looking, blue dragon.
Cyril felt the floor crumble beneath him as he saw the arrogant grin on that yellow muzzle; one that echoed his own just a few moments ago. As much as he tried to compose himself he felt himself buckling slightly under the heavy gaze of the three other grinning Guardians.
"Are you alright Cyril?" Ignitus' voice seemed distant and echoed as it registered in Cyril's mind. He shook his head free from the daunting thoughts and fought to regain his composure. It was only now that he realised that his front right paw was shaking almost uncontrollably.
"Y-Yes, of course I'm alright," he snapped rather irritably. "It's nothing I can't handle." Though honestly his ego had taken a shattering hit. Submitting to three males, one of whom was Volteer, was more than enough to make his cheeks burn and turn the slightest shade of purple. Someone like him should never have to fill that position.
Despite the short silence that followed, Volteer remained grinning, determined to enjoy every second of the ordeal. "I think I'll volunteer to go last." He crooned as he began to walk off towards his chamber, trying to adopt a cocky stance much like Cyril himself used. He paused a few steps beyond the blue dragon though and stroked under his chin with his long yellow tail before walking off once more. "I do hope that muzzle does more than just look arrogant."
Even if Cyril didn't find it amusing it was clear that the other Guardians definitely did. Ignitus tried to restrain himself, turning his head in an attempt to make his smirk less obvious whereas Terrador simply chuckled openly. Cyril had never been more humiliated in his life; his cheeks had darkened and he grumbled miserably to himself. He considered refusing the position but that would only create painful tensions in the Temple and would also get him removed from their weekly fun. No, it seemed that he had no choice but to just accept it and just try and make it through the night with some dignity intact.
"Don't worry too much Cyril," Ignitus said to him once he had finished giggling, "Come to my room first. I'll go easy on you." And then he too began to leave.
Terrador was the last one left alongside Cyril now. The heavy-set dragon shot Cyril a sideways glance, grinned once more as he recalled Volteer's comment and then followed the Fire Guardian in silence.
Cyril remained alone in the hall for a few moments after the others had left, trying to calm himself and act as though the situation didn't bother him. It was a lie though and he knew it, but there was no reason the others had to know it as well though.
Ignitus was lying on his bed when he heard the gentle knock on his door. He had been well prepared to wait for Cyril to show up so it surprised him when he turned up only a few minutes later.
'Maybe I overestimated his ego.' The fire dragon thought as he lifted his head to the noise and felt his loins already stirring. Cyril had been the first one to use him on their first night of experimentation so it seemed right for him to be the first male that Cyril submitted to. Just thinking of that sticky night left him excited.
"It's open." He called and waited as the wooden door slowly swung inwards and Cyril stepped into the room, making sure to shut the door behind him and lock it as well. It wouldn't do for someone to walk in and surprise them during the next few minutes.
Ignitus grinned and quickly climbed off of his bed so that he stood only a few feet in front of his 'female'. However Cyril kept his muzzle pointed upwards, perhaps even higher than normal, and refused to look any less regal than normal, although Ignitus sensed that he had lost some of his usual confidence. Edging one step closer Ignitus offered a tender nuzzle into the blue dragon's cheek which caught him off guard and made him pull back embarrassedly, his cheeks darken to a soft purple colour.
"Come on Cyril, we've all been through our first time together and tonight is no different. Allow me to teach you some things that'll help." Ignitus spoke, watching the cold exterior soften a little bit, even though Cyril was still obviously reluctant to submit. The orange dragon was glad that he had gained enough experience over the years in dealing with Cyril, otherwise the situation would have been almost impossible. He rolled his eyes slightly at the defiance and gave the ice dragon a slightly sterner glance, his aching balls urging him to persuade Cyril as fast as he could. "It'll make the whole night that much quicker for you if you start acting more... satisfactory, Cyril."
Through the mumbled response Ignitus managed to discern the word 'fine' and so turned himself side on to the sulking male and lifted his hind leg slightly, inviting Cyril underneath. From where he was stood, Cyril could clearly see that Ignitus' sheath had given way to the first few inches of that thick pink length, a soft shine coating its spaded tip as Ignitus' pre began to drool out. Even as he stood there, he could see it growing to it's full length in short pulses. Cyril knew that he was about to get a much more intimate knowledge of Ignitus' underside than he had ever expected or previously wanted.
"Go on, get under there...bitch." Ignitus spoke, a smirk creeping up on his face. The Ice Guardian had taken great pride in elucidating Ignitus' role on their very first role. As undignified as it was for a leader to seek petty revenge, in this case, the Fire guardian would make an exception. That felt good.. Cyril's cheeks darkened even further, a scowl taking over his face; nostrils flaring from embarrassment and irritation of the fire dragon's remark. Tonight was the one night he had no choice but to comply.
Muttering once more under his breath, he lowered his head and slipped it under Ignitus' orange flank. His nose filled with rich male scents that seemed even stronger in the heated air that the fire dragon gave off; most of it seemed to come from those two engorged orbs that swayed just a few inches from his muzzle. Despite what he wanted to think, the ice dragon couldn't deny that the smell wasn't displeasing once his nose became used to the potency of his friend's musk.
Ignitus watched closely as Cyril moved his head underneath him; the blue dragon seemed almost afraid to even touch him at this point. Normally Ignitus would have waited until his friend was comfortable enough to proceed on his own, but now was not the time for waiting. After a week of struggling through lessons while his mind drifted to his fellow Guardians and the perverse things that they got up to when no one else was awake, Ignitus' judgement was heavily clouded. Grinning to himself, he leaned forwards and slowly dragged his length across the top of Cyril's muzzle, leaving a slimy streak of warm pre there for the Ice Guardian to enjoy.
It certainly did the trick. Cyril grimaced and turned his head away slightly but he didn't pull away completely and he made no comment either. Instead he merely accepted that he was not in control for tonight and, as much as he disliked that, he understood that it was necessary.
"Right Cyril, the best way to deal with this is simple; all you have to do is relax, keep a good, tight grip and keep moving. Whether it's your tongue, lips or even your paw, just keep moving it." Ignitus called from above him, unable to resist another small stroke against that cool muzzle as he brought himself back to a standing position. "And don't forget, Cyril; do try to have some fun with it. You will find the experience a whole lot more... satisfying, if you do. "
Cyril was glad that Ignitus wasn't watching him and decided that, as the Fire Guardian had said, he might as well get it over with as quickly as possible. Opening his muzzle rather meekly, he closed the distance between his lips and that flared, pink tip, feeling it's impressive heat before he had even touched it. But even as he made contact with that warm, slimy surface, he refused to use his tongue, trying to hide it within his mouth so that he didn't have to taste the other male's shaft. However his efforts were in vain as an eager Fire Guardian decided to take control once again, a shift of his hips pushing the tip of the leaking, engorged malehood inside Cyril's mouth; the warm, fat underside of his cock coming to a firm rest on his tongue. Immediately, the taste of potent, raw male flooded Cyril's mind.
There was a muffled groan of complaint from the Ice Guardian but, once again, he didn't pull away or try to stop Ignitus. With a blush burning on his cheeks, Cyril gave up trying to keep any part of his mouth clean. There were already spurts of pre dribbling into his mouth, coating his teeth and tongue with a salty juice that he just couldn't avoid swallowing and a few stray strands of drool mixed with pre even trickled down the corners of his mouth to his chin. He seriously doubted that he would keep his dignity tonight.
With some of Ignitus' malehood inside of his mouth and the rest of it hanging millimetres from his nose, the smell of musk was even stronger than before and it flooded into Cyril's nose so powerfully that he couldn't ignore the smell any more. To his surprise it even began to stir his sheath. He tried to find another reason but he knew secretly that the smell and taste were taking a toll on his body and making him look more submissive than he'd like.
Ignoring these sensations as best as he could, he started to push his head towards that dull-orange crotch, feeling that warm spear slide towards the back of his throat, grinding on his tongue and cheeks as it twitched. He didn't try to take Ignitus much deeper yet and instead experimented with his tongue, cautiously stroking at the wet length to test the fire dragon's reaction.
Feeling his cock sink into Cyril's wet muzzle, even if it was only another inch of two, was enough to bring a loud moan from Ignitus. It was like scratching an itch that he had irritated him all week. He didn't even mind that his friend's movements were unguided and inexperienced. After a week of feeling his balls swell and strain and turn as blue as the dragon underneath him, any muzzle would satisfy his urges. He even began to take shallow thrusts into that reluctant mouth, grinding himself against the tongue his pompous friend.
Underneath the orange dragon, Cyril had attempted to shut out the loud grunts and gasps of the other male to try and avoid thinking too much about everything that was going on. Instead he focused on his task by trying to pretend that it was not his friend's thick cock that he now massaged with his palate, squeezed his lips around, inched ever closer to his throat, anything at all to try and push him to orgasm. He wasn't confident that he could deep throat Ignitus but he was almost tempted to try; after all, he loved nothing more than receiving it so he assumed that others felt the same. Though of course, he was just looking to get it all over with as quick as possible. He, an Ice Guardian of impressive lineage, was not some common tail-lifter!
"Come on Cyril. You should know what's pleasurable. Use your tongue more. Try focusing around the tip Cyril." Ignitus gasped between shocks of pleasure, though whether Cyril really listened of not, he was unsure.
Spurred on by his determination to finish Ignitus soon, he began to bob his head faster and suckle harder, his cheeks now pressing in against the sides of Ignitus' cock. Pressure had begun to build around the orange dragon's shaft and now he was being given a tight passage that he could thrust into; soft, warm, wet walls to force his length up against. He completely forgot that his friend's muzzle was the source as he began to push himself deeper than he had been before.
Previously dry patches of that engorged pink dragonhood became covered in the slimy mixture that had brewed inside Cyril's maw; a mixture that had filled up his muzzle so much that it now dripped out onto the floor below as more and more cock was forced into the back of his mouth and displaced the salty mix. The tip of Ignitus' cock neared the back of his throat, that tight tunnel so inviting for the dominant dragon that he could hardly resist the temptation of stuffing it full of his mighty length.
Cyril was much more apprehensive however, and in his current position, was much less able to stop it. He could feel the warming heat from Ignitus' tip moving deeper and deeper inside his maw, tickling the soft flesh of his throat now and causing the pale blue dragon to pant as his heart pounded in fear. He could almost feel himself gagging already as Ignitus took another step forward and brushed the edge of his tonsils, smothering those in his warm lubricating juices as well.
Ignitus saw nothing any more. He heard nothing but his own heartbeat. His mind was completely closed to the world except for the incredible feeling in his loins. Unconsciously he had raised his head to look up at the ceiling of his chambers and with a wordless cry he pushed himself another inch into Cyril's maw, feeling his tip spread that tight ring and slip inside.
Almost immediately the Ice Guardian felt himself gag around it; his throat closing up and squeezing Ignitus' spaded head tighter than his lips could ever manage. It forced him back out of Cyril's coughing maw but the damage was already done. That sudden, unexpected clenching had sent the Fire Guardian far over the edge, his eyes rolling back and his body tensing in position. Although the ice dragon had managed to withdraw a few inches to recover, he still had the tip of his 'master's' length resting on his tongue.
Before he had even recovered from his coughing, Cyril could feel the hot splashes of gooey seed coating his tongue a dull white. It quickly pooled at the back of his mouth and slipped down into his belly, his now-sensitive throat gagging and working the searing-hot semen into his belly; the rest exiting his maw in thick, heavy spurts as the coughing ensured it trickled down his muzzle, staining his ice blue face with rolls of white where they drooled in rivulets down the frozen features of his muzzle. He shuddered visibly from the thought of having the seed of another male inside of him, though whether it was out of pleasure or disgust he was not sure. He tried to retain that he was not enjoying himself but it was a ruse that hardly even convinced himself; every steady blast of cum made his toes curl as he tried to fight a mix of satisfaction and revulsion. Which side was winning, he couldn't tell.
What -was- obvious was that Ignitus had been very backed up. His orgasm lasted for an incredible amount of time which forced Cyril to gulp a number of mouthfuls of his salty spray into his belly, each consecutive one making him feel even worse than the one before; what wasn't swallowed in time made its way down the sides of Cyril's muzzle, leaking down before dripping onto the floor beneath them, pooling at their legs, staining the royal dragon's scales with splatters and trails where the searing, heated seed had rolled down his throat. When the flow had finally stopped, Cyril was shivering. The thought of what he had just done had disturbed him but nowhere near as much as the thought that, in this moment of clarity, he didn't dislike the flavour or feeling of cum in his belly. He knew he -should- be repulsed and he knew that he -should- feel nauseated at having to drink another male's cum but he didn't and that worried him. He had accepted his position like any honourable male should but any -real- male wouldn't have enjoyed it; not at all!
With cheeks that almost matched Ignitus' scales, he pulled the fire dragon's softening length from between his lips and slowly drew his head back up. He wiped his lips and chin quickly with a paw and tried to gather some dignity, but his cheeks still burned and his head wasn't held as highly as it had been when he entered. When he finally brought himself to look at Ignitus, he found the other male grinning back at him. It wasn't a spiteful grin, or one that suggested any sort of amusement at what Cyril had done or how he was acting, but instead it seemed genuinely kind and it helped put the ice dragon at ease.
To add to the surprises, Ignitus couldn't help but bring himself to face his submissive and cheekily press those lips with his own. The suddenness was such a shock that Cyril hardly even registered the act until he felt Ignitus' tongue pry his lips open, the thick, heated appendage slipping inside his own mouth; curling around the cool, chilly tongue, roiling and grinding against it for a moment before stealing a small trail of cum from the ice guardian's teeth. It then proceeded to pull away again shortly after, making a show of displaying the treasure that now pooled on his tongue, trying to ease the mind of the other male.
"See, Cyril; we aren't going to humiliate you or hurt you. We just want to enjoy you and have you enjoy us. Do you remember what we said the first night? 'It's not good or bad; it's just different'"
As much as Cyril didn't want to admit it, he hadn't hated it, and if he was selected again then he wouldn't fear having to use his muzzle, even if he did need practice before he managed to deepthroat anyone.
Being unsure of the protocol for such moments as this, Cyril gave Ignitus a small nod and a quiet word of thanks, unable to utter anything more trough his flared, heated cheeks, before he slipped slowly from the room and angled himself towards the Earth Guardian's chambers.
He arrived promptly, although he wasted a few moments just standing outside of the door gathering his courage; it was one thing to have your first experience with a male, quite another to have three in one night. Still, he had made a promise and, once started, what was the point in stopping. With a deep breath he opened the door and stepped into Terrador's chambers.
The Earth Guardian had clearly been aching for release. As Cyril stepped into the room he found the green dragon sprawled on his bed, his paws facing up towards the ceiling. Between his two strong hind legs was his impressive ebony length proudly on display, teased to the point of leaking by one of Terrador's own fingers which was making slow, soft traces up and down the underside even as Cyril watched. The sight was so openly sexual and yet Terrador showed no signs of embarrassment at being discovered in such a way. It completely drained any words from Cyril's mouth; all he could do was wander closer and wait.
Without words, Terrador rolled onto his side, smacking his cock directly onto Cyril's muzzle, bumping that drooling, fat, jet-black tip against his lips. A slight shift of the earth-dragon's body squashed that fat, pulsating length up against the entrance to the Ice Guardian's mouth, silently trying to pry his mouth open and leaving the taste of Terrador's malehood and smeared pre on Cyril's lip. The movement was so casual and yet so purposeful that it stopped the Ice Guardian dead in his tracks, a pause which took a few moments for him to overcome.
It was during this time that Terrador noticed something about the slightly smaller male; on the side of his chin was a small gooey streak of what was undoubtedly cum. Something Cyril had forgotten to wipe away, perhaps. He made no mention of this to Cyril, more than happy to let his submissive be messy, but also it helped him realise that his friend's rump was still unclaimed and, from what he remembered Volteer saying in the hall, it would remain unclaimed unless he did something about it.
Cyril had concluded the very same thing. Having Terrador's tip pressed firmly against his lips meant only one thing; his rump was not going to be tested tonight. He sighed a small amount of relief at this and found himself opening his mouth much more willingly with this new knowledge. It certainly seemed like less of a difficult task to keep his dignity now.
Using the skills that Ignitus had taught him, the ice dragon set to work on that drippy spear, reminding himself constantly that he was halfway through the ordeal. Tightening his lips and using the pre/saliva mix that was forming on his tongue, he quickly began repeating his experience with Ignitus. He did his best to please Terrador, hoping to finish him as quickly as he could manage but he soon realised that something was different; this was a much more embarrassing position than his earlier one. Terrador kept his eyes locked on Cyril's the whole time, enjoying the sight of his pompous friend pleasuring him. He watched his cheeks turning a deep shade of purple whenever he noticed Terrador's watchful gaze, something that Cyril hadn't had to deal with when he was under Ignitus.
Every now and again the smaller male would let out a slight groan of obvious discomfort as Terrador gave a few quiet words of encouragement, a humiliating addition to this session. "You're doing great... That's it.. . work that tongue..". Still, it was a sign that he was getting better, although he wasn't quite sure how he liked the idea of being good at this kind of thing. Still, he could at least be glad that Terrador had teased himself earlier as it would almost certainly make him easier to finish quickly and then Cyril would be almost done for the night.
Wanting to get away from that unwavering stare he continued to suckle harder, now producing a wet slurping sound with each lively bob of his head; a sound which made him cringe at how loud it seemed in the otherwise quiet room. It seemed to work though; there was a few spurts of pre that hit his throat and he could tell that the Earth Guardian wouldn't last long. It was hard not to be smug when he thought about how he was almost finished with his 'work' for the night.
However it was then that Terrador laid his paw on Cyril's chin and pushed him back, guiding him off of that spit-slicked length until it was completely free of the ice dragon's lips and tongue. Cyril, stupefied by this, was left with his mouth half-open, his tongue partway out and a rather furrowed brow. Did he do something wrong?
"We can't have your under-tail feeling left out, can we?" Terrador rumbled with an obvious playfulness in his voice but it left Cyril shuddering at the thought. Terrador was undoubtedly the largest of them all in every sense of the word and the blue dragon had never even taken a male before! There was no way!
Terrador's finger gave a small twisting motion at his 'submissive' who, despite his paling features, had little choice but to obey with a heavy heart. He turned himself around and stood a few paces in front of Terrador with his legs trembling slightly at the thought. Behind him, Terrador slid off of the bed and eyed up his partner.
"Don't be difficult Cyril. Lift your tail."
Cyril's cheeks turned an even darker purple at this comment; both at the irritation of being scolded like a hatchling and of course the embarrassment of having to present himself in front of another male. It took a few moments for him to calm himself enough to obey; all the while longing for next week to come about and for this humiliating experience to be over.
That purple and ice-blue tail raised reluctantly, exactly as Terrador had expected, but it revealed a wonderfully untouched rump that brought about another pulse of pre from the green dragon's aching length. Sitting so close to it gave him a perfect view of the pink star in the centre, the part that he was interested in.
"Well, you -did- lubricate me..." Terrador half-growled through his excitement.
Cyril was about to question what he was intending when he felt something press against his rear that made him tense up and clench as tightly as he could manage, a loud gasp accompanying it. It was only after a few seconds that he realised that the Earth Guardian hadn't even mounted him yet. This thought tempted him to look over his shoulder where he was somewhat startled to find Terrador's head underneath his raised tail, his muzzle pressed lightly to his clenched rump.
A blush like no other so far that night had formed on Cyril's cheeks as he felt Terrador take in a soft sniff of his musky tailhole scent before parting his lips and licking his way up over that exposed hole. Cyril toes curled and he couldn't stop a rather unexpected moan from escaping him at the curious but definitely pleasurable feeling of having Terrador's tongue lapping slowly and sensually over his rear. Within a minute or two he was feeling fully relaxed, finally not feeling like the submissive.
It was only when it began to prod roughly against his loosened hole that Cyril's senses woke up again. But by the time that they had, his rump had already been spread and inside it was the earth dragon's wriggling tongue, slurping against those musky walls and drenching them in his saliva. The feeling of that drooling, warm appendage wriggling inside of him sent shivers up Cyril's spine and made him gasp once more. He could feel some of the saliva being forced back out of his tailhole where it dripped away but even that left him excited to the point where his cock was making it's own puddle of juices and he began to crave anything that might help, anything at all.
The Earth Guardian was definitely glad that Cyril was enjoying his rimjob but now was the time for more than that; after all, tonight was about his pleasure too. Drawing his tongue back and licking his lips clean of the saliva gathered there, he walked forwards and hopped up onto the still-distracted male's back, landing with enough force to snap him back into reality. He could see that Cyril was nervous, although his pride probably wouldn't let him admit just how much. Leaning his head down as he pressed his tip to Cyril's rump, he offered a gentle bite to the side of his neck to try and calm him.
The Ice Guardian's heart was thumping as he thought about what was about to happen; he was about to be mated. Something that he had never imagined in his strangest dreams. It wasn't that he was against the idea but rather he felt that he -should- be against the idea; after all he was a male and males were not supposed to be bred. Even the soft, teasing bite to his neck didn't help him relax.
But nothing could dissuade Terrador now; all riled up from a week without release, he was definitely going to get his way whether Cyril wanted him to or didn't.
"Don't feel so frightened Cyril. You forget that I was both Volteer's and Ignitus' first. It only seems fitting that I'm also yours."
And with that Terrador began to press his weight forwards and slowly press his tip harder against Cyril's lubricated rear. The ice dragon was doing his best to remain calm and control his breathing but he was still slightly clenched as his friend's ebony head pierced his tight vent, making him gasp with the short stab of pain that accompanied it.
Terrador remained still for a few moments and the pain eventually subsided, leaving Cyril with the strange feeling of having his tailhole spread wider than he ever thought possible; the feeling being the equivalent of having a tree trunk rammed up inside him however slightly. He could -feel- Terrador's heartbeat inside him, through that spaded tip. It wasn't nearly as bad as his mind had assumed. Even as the green dragon began to roll his hips forwards and sink more and more of that ridged length inside of him, the pace was slow and steady enough that he never felt much pain. It was just a case of getting used to this strange situation.
The Earth Guardian even let out a low growl of approval as Cyril's virgin tailpipe held his length in a breathtakingly tight grip without any fuss at all from the ice dragon. No audible fuss, that is. His eyes remained shut and his body was stiff even as Terrador began to rock him back and forth with his steady-paced thrusts; forcing his rhythm into the smaller dragon where his hips gyrated, rolling against the other male's body. Try as he might, Cyril found the sensation in his rear impossible to ignore. At first they were simply alien to him and he found himself unsure whether he liked it or not but now, as he slowly grew used to the repeated feeling, he began to find pleasure in it. Pleasure enough to keep him hard.
The feel of Terrador's hot breath on the back of his neck didn't help either, tickling his scales and drawing his attention back to the male above him every time he tried to phase out. Once or twice he even received a gentle, affectionate nuzzle from the gentle giant, a sure sign that the larger male was enjoying himself. It occurred to Cyril that perhaps Terrador was in enough of an aroused state that his mind was beginning to blank out. He had experienced it himself and it would provide him with a perfect opportunity to experiment himself without the Earth dragon catching on to what he was doing.
Squirming slightly at the aching in his loins, the ice dragon decided that the risk was more than worth taking now and so he began to rock himself back against Terrador's inward thrusts like a female in heat. That extra inch or so left him on the verge of crying out but he held his tongue and managed to suppress it to a muffled gasp instead. His toes curled and his vision blanked for a moment and his cock shot a small spurt of pre onto the floor. It was only a moment later that he realised that his friend's impressive size and girth must've finally hit his prostate, something he'd only heard described before.
A hunger was awoken then in the Ice Guardian. His crotch took control of his brain and legs and began to almost throw his body back onto Terrador's ebony spear. Cyril could tell that his dominant partner was beginning to pre heavily now as the sound of their ravenous mating became louder and wetter, his tailhole opening much more easily to accompany the size of Terrador's shaft and so encouraging him to thrust faster and deeper still. The end result was a rapid rhythm of moist slaps and the occasional growl and moan which neither dragon registered as both were far too lost in the heat of their mating.
Cyril's eyes glazed over as he was now having his prostate pummelled at a near constant rate. He didn't care that it was a male dominating him, he didn't care that it was Terrador, he wouldn't even have cared if it was Volteer. All he cared was that he was rapidly approaching his orgasm and finally, at the end of such a long week, he would get his release.
Terrador couldn't take any more either. He bent his neck and locked his jaws with the top of Cyril's neck, holding the smaller male in place as he felt a rush of ecstasy and relief wash over him. His previously tight, stress-filled muscles relaxed and his mind soothed from the outflow of all of those hormones that had been plaguing him all week.
At first Cyril was unaware that Terrador was cumming, suspecting instead that the biting was all part of the older male's breeding routine and being rather distracted by his own desires. But as the thrusts slowed and he became aware of a slight gooey warmth inside of him he began to realise that Terrador had finished just a little too soon for him to get his own release. He squirmed and tried to sink back on that ebony shaft but Terrador's bite prevented him from moving and, before long, the earth dragon had removed his semi-hard, cum-soaked shaft from his slightly sore rear.
They now both looked like two very different dragons but were honestly only seconds apart; Cyril was flushed at the cheeks, his cock hung painfully hard and his tail flicked about like an agitated hatchling's. Terrador on the other hand, looked almost serene with his slowly retreating shaft and his satisfied smile, both of which made Cyril even more frustrated.
"You came too early!" the Ice Guardian cried, his cheeks darkening a little at his frustration and his own embarrassment of wanting more from the dominant male.
Terrador examined him casually, as though Cyril's outburst was nothing to be taken seriously. "I came at the right time. We can't have you losing interest before you've satisfied us all now, can we?" Cyril became quiet, still feeling cheated but being unable to think of a counter-argument. "Now, I believe Volteer is waiting for you."
Cyril shuddered but had already accepted this fate. With a slow, solemn nod he began the short, sore, sulky walk to Volteer's room.
With a soft creak the door to the electric dragon's room opened and roused him from his daydream. It was quite evident what he'd been dreaming about from the royal-blue spire between his legs and he made no attempt to hide it as his 'female' entered the room.
"You certainly took your time Cyril. Perhaps you was having more fun than you'd care to admit, hmm?" He teased, catching the reddish-purple blush that formed on Cyril's cheeks. For once though there was no retaliation from the ice dragon. Instead he simply stepped inside the room and turned to lock the door.
"No no Cyril. No locking the door, not this time." Volteer called to him, glad to see Cyril's look of shock and confusion but nonetheless he obeyed with a short growl and moved himself to the middle of the room. "So why don't you tell me about what's been occurring in the other rooms tonight?" he asked with a grin.
This time Cyril did respond. "That's none of your business."
"Normally I would agree, my dear Cyril, but you see tonight, as of our agreement, I am in charge and you are our submissive, our 'female'...even our pet. It's your duty to do as I command and, as we're all so open on such a night as tonight, I'm sure the others will have no qualms with my inquisition. So, I'll ask again; what have you done so far tonight?" Volteer's voice contained a strong sense of authority that seemed to have more of an effect on Cyril than it ever usually did. Perhaps it was because of all he had done so far that night. With another short growl he conceded.
"Fine. Ignitus was interested in my muzzle and Terrador wanted to breed me." He managed to say between clenched teeth, his cheeks burning hotter than an ice dragon's ever should.
"Come now, that wasn't so hard, was it Cyril? Tell me, have you enjoyed your experiences so far?" Volteer teased, remembering back to his first night submitting and how Cyril had made sure to humiliate him as much as possible. This was payback.
This was one question that Cyril refused to answer. He could've said no but he knew he'd be lying and he couldn't make himself openly admit that so far he -had- enjoyed it. His silence, however, said it all.
Volteer's face grew into a massive grin quite unlike the ones he usually wore. This one was almost sadistic as the truth came to light. "How inconceivable! The regal, mighty, perfect Cyril enjoys raising his tail for males." He waited for a moment to let that sink in, seeing Cyril's tail grow agitated and flick about erratically. "Speaking of which, why don't you lift yours for me now?"
Cyril's eyes quickly locked with the yellow dragon's, not entirely sure he was keen to have his tailhole taken once more. He was still a little sore from Terrador. "You told me you wanted my muzzle."
"And I still do but that doesn't mean I can't examine you." Volteer continued, quite unperturbed.
As much as Cyril was boiling inside he still knew he had little choice in this matter. With cheeks darker than Ignitus' scales he lazily lifted his tail a few feet off of the ground. Volteer, his grin never failing him, wandered slowly around the used male and, upon reaching his tail-end, lifted the appendage even higher to get a good look. Quietly he let out a lustful growl at the sight of that pink star.
Just when Cyril was about to ask the electric male to hurry things up, he suddenly felt something pressing on his rump. His weakened tailhole gave little resistance as it slipped inside and, looking over his shoulder, Cyril found Volteer sitting with two of his digits buried inside the ice dragon.
"You're certainly well used back here Cyril." Volteer commented, surprised by just how easy it had been to push his fingers all the way to the knuckle as well as the sheer volume of still-warm seed that was beginning to ooze out around those yellow digits. Without much warning he began to pump them in and out of his fellow Guardian's gooey tunnel, his other paw finding its place on those two swollen balls and beginning to roll them about gently. Cyril had to -bite- down on his tongue to stifle a moan from escaping his maw as he was so casually fingered by a fellow Guardian. By Volteer no less! But -gods- those fingers...! He could -feel- them pump inside him. He could feel them crane, searching for his sensitive spots. He was not sure if he could hold himself back much longer... The thought of Volteer taking the dominant role was only rubbing his humiliation in further.
Cyril gasped loudly and was about to complain when he felt Volteer's paw leave his bloated orbs and lightly stroke down the length of his hard cock, drawing a drop of pre at its tip. Even this tiny amount of stimulation had his whole body shuddering and almost forced him to his knees.
"Sensitive, are we? Why, Cyril, did none of the others allow you to finish?" For some reason Volteer found this rather promising, knowing that Cyril still had something to still obey for. "Maybe you can earn that right...If you obey that is."
The Ice Guardian was hardly excited by this prospect but his mind was not given chance to dwell upon it for long. Volteer snatched his fingers back, leaving Cyril with a shocking empty feeling as they yanked free of his abused tailhole, and then the yellow dragon began to slowly pad his was around the other side of his mate until he was face to face with the male once more.
"Let's not waste any more time," Volteer crooned and he sat back on his haunches, his cock pointing upwards at Cyril's chin, "Although I want to see you putting that mouth of yours to good use, I first want you to get well-acquainted with my scent." The yellow dragon leant back and pointed down at those two orbs that hung under his length. "When you are done, my scent shall be the only thing on your mind."
Cyril, who had spent many years around Volteer now, knew -exactly- what the electric male meant and his stomach boiled with how cheeky he was now being. However a quick reminder from Volteer about the things he had to do during his and Cyril's first time together made the ice dragon think twice about raising his voice at such a humiliating act lest he make it even worse. Once more it seemed the moral of the night was that all he could was obey.
Grumbling inwardly he slowly lowered his head until his nose was hanging but a few inches above those dark blue balls, the smell already hitting him. Volteer's playfulness held no bounds though as those yellow paws pressed on the back of his head unexpectedly and forced him firmly against those two plump balls. Gently the electric dragon began to grind his loose-hanging breeding orbs against Cyril's muzzle, the ice dragon far too surprised to react at first and his nose being assaulted by that powerful smell of male musk.
It was only when Volteer let his head go and pulled back a few inches that Cyril began to draw his head back of his own free will. Still, he didn't remain out of the area for long as Volteer pointed his length directly at the Ice Guardian and pressed the tip firmly against Cyril's lips in somewhat of a messy, makeshift kiss that left his lips smeared with those male juices. Cyril had almost had enough of all this humiliating teasing and his claws began to flex against the floor, dragging slight scratches in the hard wood.
It was then that the tell-tale creaking of an opening door echoed through the room, making Cyril start at the thought of one of the young-ones entering the room. Volteer watched his eyes widen and grabbed his horn with his one free paw to keep him in place, lips against his tip.
"It certainly seems as though Volteer's finally getting his way with you Cyril. I hope you've not been any trouble." The familiar sound of Ignitus' voice came from the doorway and Cyril could just about make out a deep sniggering sound coming from behind him. A sound that he guessed was from Terrador.
His entire face was now red as they came closer to inspect what was going on and his embarrassment only deepened as Volteer gave a forceful tug on his horn and slid the first few inches of his cock into his maw.
"He's been no trouble at all Ignitus. Perfectly compliant. It's almost as though he -wants- to be treated this way. Or, who are we kidding? Look at how eagerly he is suckling on my shaft. It is obvious our dear Cyril cannot get enough of my breeding tool. Why look, he is even as hard as a rock, just from getting to taste me."
Cyril could practically hear the grin spreading across Volteer's face. He squirmed a little but tried to shut everything out instead in the hopes of ignoring their petty teasing. He started to recall the techniques that he had learnt from the previous two dragons to bring Volteer to a quick closure. He hoped that the Electric Guardian had been teasing himself like Terrador had earlier so that the process wouldn't be a long one.
Quietly, with a small hope that the others would pay little attention to him, he began to bob his head up and down Volteer's shaft, his tongue curling and dragging roughly against the hot throbbing flesh. A swift "Look, he does not even need to be told! So eager he is for a male's shaft on his tongue." Quickly proved him otherwise. Ignoring his purple-growing face, the Ice Guardian trudged on. He made sure to wet every millimetre of blue shaft that he could and to focus his tongue on that sensitive underside, even clench his lips tighter as he rose towards the tip. He tried everything he could to push Volteer careening towards orgasm faster than he could've anticipated.
A satisfied growl rumbled nearby. "You're a natural Cyril. Are you sure you've not done this before tonight?" Volteer mumbled quietly, prompting Terrador to wander closer.
In fact, the earth dragon took a seat directly next to Volteer, his shaft having already regrown over the few minutes since it was last sated and was now bumping gently against Cyril's pale-blue cheek. The feeling of that warm pre against his face and both pairs of eyes watching him submitting openly to Volteer made the ice dragon long for the ground to swallow him up but, knowing that it would never happen, he could only try and pretend like their gazes were not leaving him feeling so humiliated. He had to try and focus on just one cock instead of both and to try and ignore the dragons they were attached to.
Ignitus, never one to be left out, saw an opportunity. Having only experienced one end of the ice dragon, he now saw that the tail-end was currently unoccupied. With a questioning look towards Volteer and an encouraging nod back, he slid into place behind Cyril and lifted his tail. Seeing the oozing cum that was trailing from his loosened, pink hole down to his thigh made Ignitus' length twitch in anticipation. He was already lubed up and loosened enough that he wouldn't need to wait around for the ice dragon to grow accustomed to his size.
"Looks like you've already been used well tonight," Ignitus said, bringing a slight smirk from the two dragons sat side-by-side (Volteer in particular), "I'm sure once more won''t hurt... After all, you seem to be loving yourself. Let us see if we cannot have you moan like a -proper- female, Cyril."
Hopping up onto Cyril's back, he jolted the ice dragon back into reality and stirred a rather unsatisfied moan from him at the thought of having to deal with all three dragons at once. As usual though, it was not his place to decide what happened that night, only his duty to obey it.
Volteer was completely shocked by how vigorously Cyril worked his length, bobbing much lower and much more eagerly than he thought he ever would. He was actually a little too good and Volteer was now worried about finishing too early. Grabbing Cyril by the horns he pulled him off and guided him instead to Terrador's ebony shaft, drawing another moan of complaint from the pale-blue male as his muzzle was threaded onto the other male's dick. The complaint was promptly stifled as the enormous, fat spire was crammed into the blue muzzle, eliciting a grunt of pleasure from the Earth Guardian instead, whom was having no objections whatsoever to this development. With a lowering paw, Terrador firmly took the reins from Volteer, his paw finding the back of Cyril's head and his fingers gently digging into the pale-blue skull as Terrador started to ease the Ice Guardian's head downwards. He slid his mouth down onto that cock, releasing him to let Cyril pull himself back, only to repeat the gesture as soon as only the fat, spaded head was resting inside the cool, welcoming maw of the Ice guardian, promptly shoving Cyril back down where he belonged.
The orange dragon was enjoying the show as he watched over Cyril's shoulder but he needed his own stimulation to enjoy it even more. It was lucky for him that Cyril was ultimately distracted by trying to fit his mouth around Terrador's length without rubbing any teeth against it and the added distraction that the electric male introduced by beginning to lightly frot against Cyril's unguarded face.
Leaning himself forwards, Ignitus managed to squeeze his pink length inside of the still-tight male without too much resistance; sloppy seconds had certainly made the whole process easier. Within a few seconds he was noisily thrusting away into Cyril's cool, slimy tailhole and drawing subdued whimpers from the ice male. Although the noises that he made suggested that he disliked the whole situation, his shaft was telling a different story entirely and, by the time Ignitus had sunk his length all the way to the hilt, that ice-blue cock was drooling all over the floor.
The extra stimulation from his tailhole and prostate provided Cyril with the lift that he needed to push his thoughts away from the embarrassment and focus entirely on what he was doing. His lust began to overpower the rest of his emotions as it often did in the heat of mating, but this time it was allowing him to effectively serve both Terrador and Volteer. His mind was distracted, his eyes had glazed over so that he hardly saw what he was doing and the stimulation from Cyril's muzzle had been enough to quieten Volteer from all of his childish mocking.
He switched effectively from one to the other, his head hardly slowing his rhythm as he rose his lips completely off of one shaft and ducked down onto the other one that had previously been grinding his cheek with pre. It was an effective way to bring both dragons up to orgasm at the same time and he was hoping that the sight of him working two of them at once would speed up the process.
Subconsciously he began to match his rhythm with that of Ignitus, using the rocking motion of his body to help him in keeping a steady pace. Once he had that rhythm it was simply a case of repetition whilst he explored with his tongue, lapping and drooling over those pulsating shafts to try and drive them into a frenzy. The flavour of pre had already been strong in his mouth all night and so he had little problem with it pooling inside his mouth and the same could be said for the musk that filled his nose; it had actually started to become a much more pleasing taste than he had first thought. Perhaps that was just the hormones getting the better of him though.
Above him, Ignitus was beginning to pant as he approached his orgasm quickly. He had been playing with himself idly since Cyril had left his room and had decided that, as Cyril was theirs to enjoy for the whole night, why not make a second appearance? It wasn't unheard of in their weekly games. But all that earlier 'toying' he had done had left him short-fused and the satisfying feeling of using Cyril's sloppy tailhole was enough to bring him towards climax faster than he had hoped.
Volteer and Terrador were feeling much the same, the sloppy mix of pre and saliva inside Cyril's mouth and the never-tiring movement of his tongue made it even more difficult for them to hold back. It seemed to be a silent agreement that the two of them were going to finish simultaneously as they both began to control when Cyril switched from one to the other and they both began to pant together, their warm breath starting to reach the top of the ice dragon's head every time he bobbed back up to their tips. Cyril still though hardly noticed it; his prostate was being driven into once again and he was almost struggling to breath with how it shocked his body every time. He moaned uncontrollably onto Volteer's shaft, which he had just been placed upon, a sure sign that even the Ice Guardian was getting close now.
It took just a brief moment longer for Ignitus' thrusts to begin to falter. Ignitus moaned loudly, a trembling, shuddering moan that alerted all of the dragons as to what was going on but before Cyril felt his insides flood with more cum, he felt Ignitus pull his cock out and press it up alongside his tailbase so that his rump was left agonisingly empty. For a moment he almost paused his tongue to look back at what Ignitus was doing but the soft splatter of hot, sticky liquid raining down onto his back provided him with an answer. It also brought about the realisation that he had once again been brought to the brink of orgasm and was not about to be tipped over by the male who had mounted him.
Terrador and Volteer locked eyes and grinned to each other; both had seen the flood of pearly cum splatter across the back of the ice dragon, marking him as Ignitus' female. They weren't about to let that distract Cyril from them and so Terrador gripped those horns and began to thrust into Cyril's throat. The ice dragon let loose a muffled yelp at how deep it went into him. He could feel his neck bulge at the very presence of that girthy, black shaft, but he didn't gag and he didn't panic. Instead he let Terrador have his way with his tight, pre-coated throat, a soft whimper coming as that fat tip squeezed another inch further down into his airway. It was a strange feeling for the ice dragon as he could feel every throb, every spurt of pre from that enormous length. He forgot about the cum dripping off of his back, he forgot about Volteer pawing himself frantically beside him, he even forgot about his poor, neglected cock as the sensation of his throat being filled conquered his mind.
Moments later he felt the spaded head of Terrador's cock expand to an even wider girth that stretched his throat uncomfortably. He heard the low growl that signalled what was about to come and seconds later a flood of fresh, protein-rich seed began to flow straight into his belly. He had no control over whether he swallowed it or not as the sheer force of it and the fact that it was already being released half-way down his neck made sure that every single little drop was fed directly into his stomach.
Before he had finished though, the third and final dragon hit his orgasm and a huge load of white cum streaked across Cyril's face and onto his scales. His once ice-blue body now had a considerable volume of white across it as torrents of cum forced him to shut his eyes as it buried him under it's seemingly never-ending flow. Volteer's blue balls shook just a few inches below his chin as they forced out wave after wave of hot goo.
"Mmm, now you look the part Cyril. Now you truly look like you've served us properly." Volteer rumbled as he faded into afterglow.
Finally, Terrador pulled his cock from his throat so that he could breathe once more, that softening ebony tip resting on his tongue with no shown intention of removing it just yet. Ignitus dropped from his back before moving round to join the other dragons whilst Volteer wandered off around his side to inspect Ignitus' handiwork. He could tell by the suppressed snickers that he was a sight to behold right now.
He moved to stand and pull his mouth away from Terrador's length with the intention of cleaning himself and finishing himself off as he bathed, but something gripped his cock tightly and slowly begin to pump back and forth. Cyril clenched up immediately, his lips closing hard enough around that ebony shaft that Terrador pulled himself backwards to save his highly-sensitive length. In truth, the ice dragon hardly noticed the freedom his mouth had been given as Volteer's paw began to pump faster and faster, giving soft squelching sounds as he picked up his pace. The electric dragon knew exactly where to squeeze and clenched down in just the right spots that Cyril could only last a few seconds before finally getting the release that he'd been desperate for.
He cried out as his cool seed created a thick sticky puddle on the floor that put the rest of the dragons to shame, even raising the eyebrows of Terrador a little as he leaned around his head to get a view. Cyril's legs shook as his entire body weakened. He wanted nothing more than to just give in and rest until he had recovered fully. Resting was not an option yet though and he knew that he had to resist the temptation to collapse as he desperately needed to wash and sleep if he was to be ready for tomorrow morning's lessons. It would certainly not do to bump into one of the young-ones in such a state tomorrow morning.
Turning his head tiredly he looked back at Volteer questioningly.
Volteer didn't even need to be asked what was on Cyril's mind, giving a slightly coy shrug and an embarrassed smile. "You earned it." He said and then turned away and gave him a playful slap on the flank with his tail. It took him a moment but he realised just how tired the Ice Guardian probably was; he remembered how tired he had been. He rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and grinned once more. "Oh fine. Come on then. I'll help you get cleaned up."