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Peravin lounged on his cliffside ledge and watched the bothersome critter pick his way up the mountain path.

He had to correct himself. Critter was the wrong word; the two-legged rabbit was taller than him, unless he raised his neck. Which he did, often, during their chats. A dragon had to appear strong, after all. And, it was still worth a chuckle whenever he loomed over the other male and those long ears twitched—though it had been at least two seasons since he'd caught even a hint of fear-scent from the rabbit. Damn thing had grown too comfortable with them.

Not that he couldn't do with some company, especially today. Some chatter to distract him from the scent that had split him and his mate to opposite sides of the long cliff. The rabbit had become a reliable companion, willing to help with the odd supplies and drinking in stories of their homeland. Even helping with those deft hands and clever tools when needed. Maybe bothersome wasn't the right word either.

Not that Peravin would say so aloud. The rabbit had to be reminded he was small, soft, and fluffy. Otherwise he might get ideas.

"Is that Amad?"

His heart warmed to hear his mate's lovely voice, though they had to stay apart to keep other things from warming.

The rabbit, close enough to hear the same call, looked up and waved a tan-furred arm. "Hello!"

"So lovely to see you." Zindranirth was, of course, as magnanimous as she was gorgeous. Scintillant emerald scales, piercing silvery eyes, truly a wonder from immaculate snout to sinuous tail. Larger, of course, as females were. Or should be. Apparently rabbits were the other way around. How they survived such imbalance was truly one of nature's mysteries.

Peravin grunted. "Now that you've said hello, you're not allowed to fall and die."

To his eternal torment that he knew not how he tolerated it, the rabbit just laughed. "I'll do my best. Be up in a minute."

The top of the trail was more of a scrabble than a walk. Another point against rabbits: no wings. Peravin's were half-unfurled, taking in some sunlight but not warming him into a stupor. Still, Amad was an agile one, and the one time he'd fallen he'd simply rolled to a stop in the clearing before the climb. Barely even bled on Peravin's scales when he'd dove down—not in a panic, in an efficient descent—to check him. Damn rabbit.

"Wind's coming your way, let me know if I get too close," Zindranirth said, sauntering over the plateau until she was seven or eight body-lengths away. Even without the scent he had to keep himself from looking under her tail. She was probably messy...

He forced his head away as Amad made the final body-length climb up and strode onto flatter ground.

"Welcome, welcome, as always," Zindranirth said, voice carrying as only a dragon's could. "I'm afraid we have nothing cooked to share right now."

"That's fine," Amad said. He unstrapped the pack from his back and rolled his shoulders like the two of them might do with their wings. "I had a meal not long ago, and..." He stopped, and glanced between them. "Are you two—oh, the heat cycle. Is it bad, Zin?"

Zin. Peravin restrained a snort. His mate found the shortened name 'cute' and chided him for insisting on his full, proper name.

"No... a little," she admitted, settling on a comfortable patch and folding her legs under her. "Nothing that can't be waited out. Though of course, Peravin and I try to stay out of each other's way."

Amad nodded slowly. "I remember you explaining it a couple weeks back. It sounds bothersome."

Peravin shrugged a wing. "Some hours are easier than others." Truth be told, they could probably act as normal and even sleep in the same chamber. Her scent was only slightly intoxicating, and her needs weren't strengthened enough to impair her judgment. And yet there was the temptation that built up over time. Wore away at one's scales. Just one kiss. Just a little touch. Just using our mouths. They knew how easily things could escalate until they were trying to convince themselves they could pull apart before he finished in her—and they knew, from a previous season, how little that promise mattered when pleasure overwhelmed control and every instinct screamed breed, breed, breed.

His seed hadn't taken, thankfully. They hadn't make that mistake again.

"I'll offer my help, but I'm not sure what I could do." Amad glanced back towards his pack, letting Peravin and Zindranirth share a glance. "Rabbits don't have cycles like that, and I wouldn't know what medicines would work for dragons anyway."

He's going to ask if he can help, Peravin had bet her.

If he does, what would you say if I told him how he could? she'd countered.

Five minutes of grumbling about the damn rabbit, really and probably not even big enough for you to feel and he's so soft and squishy, he'd probably break had been peppered with her amused rejoinders.

Oh, it wasn't the idea of another male laying with his mate: he was unthinkably lucky to have her, and would be privileged to share her with worthy companions. He—and once, both of them—had chased off several incompatible suitors over the past year. Unless she became gravid, the end of the cycle meant her scent would mellow and bloom all at once, announcing to all with nose to the wind: here is a female, she invites courtship, the next heat might be yours to sate. Maybe he'd spend the next cycle with something other than his own paw or muzzle for relief. Another male could be welcome company indeed.

It wasn't even the idea of Amad. For all Peravin's grumbling, he would have to admit—well, Zindranirth would convince him to admit—he respected the rabbit, both as a male and as a friend. He was resourceful, dependable, gentle yet strong in both body and heart, and had kept one or both of them company for hours at a time over... what, three seasons now? The climb from ground to plateau, while not a mountain, wasn't the easiest. Amad still made it at least once a week, if not more often. He was welcome in their home, in their lives. If he'd been a dragon, he'd likely be part of their mateship already.

Except, he wasn't a dragon.

He was a damnable rabbit.

No scales! No wings! A clever mind, quick tongue, deft hands, and good company just didn't overcome small and fluffy and... rabbit.

Zindranirth, for some strange reason, was never convinced Peravin's complaints were serious. Sometimes the two would team up against him until he threatened to turn that scraggly hide of yours into a new rug—and still they'd laugh. He was getting better about not spoiling his image with an uncontrolled smile as his silly, misbegotten heart joined in their mirth.

"... very sweet of you to offer," Zindranirth was saying, breaking Peravin from his reverie, "but the herbs that could help don't grow here and won't work when dried, so there's only two solutions. The first, what we're doing, is waiting it out."

"Right. That's what, another week or two?"

"Another week," she said, nodding.

Amad stroked his chin between foreclaw—finger—and thumb. "And the second solution... Oh." His long ears folded back. "I think I can imagine."

"At least one male rutting her until he fills her with his virility," Peravin said, grinning at the further drop of those ears. And, much as he was gentle with ribbing Zindranirth, it was a little satisfying to see her shiver and let out a soft croon.

Though, now that he thought about it, it had been a while since he'd had to ignore moans coming from her side of the plateau. The conversation alone would probably be enough to work her up. Nor did she seem to be the only one, if he was judging the two-legger's body language correctly.

"I think he's imagining it, heart." Peravin let out a low chuckle. "Too much, little rabbit?"

Amad's ears came back up as he snorted. "I mean, if I didn't want to hear about dragon mating I wouldn't have asked questions."

"Such a bright and curious soul," Zindranirth said, and sprawled out while keeping her head upright and fixed on the rabbit. "A shame we don't have any other males for a practical demonstration."

And down the ears went again, though not as far as before. If anything, he looked contemplative. "I know you've talked about mateships, multiple males with one or two females. How would that help, here?"

"Directly?" Zindranirth licked her muzzle. "More males means more and stronger offspring. Peravin and I might try next year if we haven't found a worthwhile second male—I'd be honored to bear his seed."

Both were smiling, but hers was for Peravin. He smiled back, letting all the warmth in his heart for her show as clear as cloudless midday.

"But for pleasure, well. A tongue is no malehood. Yet two or three or four males, each licking me, licking each other when the need grows too strong... it makes the need so much easier to bear, or so I hear." She shivered again.

"It still surprises me how open dragons are about mating, pleasure," Amad said, one ear perking back up. "Not that I imagine you rutting openly in your cities or anything."

"All day, every day, nothing but dragons on dragons back home."

Zindranirth shot Peravin a glare. "Hush!"

"That would be quite a sight, I have to admit." Amad's eyes were on Zindranirth's lower half. Peravin could see why: her tail had snuck between her hind legs at some point.

It hadn't escaped her notice, either. "Something you'd want to see?"

Amad glanced between the two of them with widened eyes. "Is that... are you offering?"

"She is."

Amad looked at Peravin. "Are you..."

Peravin turned his head. "Trying not to imagine what my mate is doing with that tail. Temptations are ever-present."

"Right. Okay." The rabbit stood, took slow steps closer. Peravin watched out of the corner of his eye. He was at the wrong angle to see his mate when she lifted her hind leg, though he'd been down there more than often enough to have her slit and folds thoroughly memorized. The look, the smell and taste, the feel of her...

"Wow, a little different from our females," Amad said. "And we can't do that with our tails. Are you uncomfortable?"

"More... needful," Zindranirth said, and took in a breath. Her tail had moved. "Sorry. Talking, imagining. Want stimulation."

"Don't let me stop you, I can step away?"

"If you're uncomfortable."

Barely a pause. "No," the rabbit replied, "just wishing I could help."

Peravin suppressed a snicker. Such a generous rabbit. It really was a shame he wasn't a dragon. He could be shown exactly how to help Zindranirth, and then they could help each other when the pheromones had them achingly hard...

His cock twitched in his slit, and he tried to tamp down the fantasy before it ran away with him. He was halfway to rubbing himself raw as it was, and it was a wonder the rocks weren't permanently stained from spilled seed.

"Reaching my peak makes it easier for a time," she purred, rolling more onto her back. "Another's tail, or paws, or tongue... so much better than trying on my own. If you were a dragon I could have two males rubbing each other off between serving me. And I'm still tempted."

Amad's head turned to glance at Peravin. "Tempted, even though I'm..."

"Soft," Peravin grumbled, "and small, and—"

"And a good companion," Zindranirth cut in, "and a strong male."

Peravin didn't argue that, though he did keep up his grumbling.

"He wouldn't really take offense," she said, pulling his attention back. "And... if you don't want to, if you're uncomfortable, please, it's not my first heat I've waited out. Don't feel you have to accept."

"I, um. Thanks." He tugged at the lower set of clothes he wore. "Um. I think my body's making a vote."

Zindranirth chuckled, and gasped after a quiet wet sound—her tail was still moving. "Your mind... still has the final say, no matter what your body thinks. Though, you find this attractive?"

"Sex is sex? At least with speaking beings. I once had a tryst with a pangolin trader, so... it's not even my first experience with scales." His laughter sounded a little forced—or breathless? Peravin turned his head back enough to see the rabbit leaning in. "And, honestly, the two of you, I look at you both and see grace and beauty and power. Part of me can't believe I'm here..."

"And?"

"And," he continued, "a lot of me wants to keep exploring. If it's okay with—"

Peravin huffed. "You're a good companion, you're welcome to share in our mateship. Especially if it eases my heart's discomfort. Though you're still small and fluffy."

Amad chuckled, to Peravin's vocal disapproval and private mirth. "How far can I go? I wouldn't want to, you know. Presume or cause discomfort."

"Amad, you could mount—well, have her lift her tail and try to rut her like a dragon," Peravin said, "and she'd be howling your praises to the sky. Even if you're otherwise too small."

"Heart!"

"I meant his body, love," Peravin said, though his frills did flatten. "I imagine he's quite well-endowed for a future rug."

"If it weren't for my heat, I'd say you should come over here and compare," she purred. "Maybe even help each other get aroused for me. Mmm..."

"And we lost her," Amad said, chuckling. Only to be proven wrong by Zindranirth's note of surprise.

"Per, that's it! Why didn't we think of it earlier?"

"Think of what?"

She rolled partly back onto her side, and her tail even slipped out of her. "Rutting. He's male, too."

Peravin didn't see what that had to do with—oh. Oh. "Would that even work?"

Amad was glancing between the two of them. "Would what work?"

"A male's seed is even better for quelling heat than the herbs. With mine, it'd be a risk."

The rabbit frowned. "So you can't mate with her, Peravin, unless you want children. I don't see how that helps."

The tip of Zindranirth's tail, still wet, trailed down his side. Her muzzle leaned in to brush one long ear. "You're a male too, dear friend."

Both ears went back. Then up. Brown eyes darted between the two of them. The ears quavered. His jaw opened, shut again.

"I think we broke him," Peravin said, smirking.

"If it'll help—" Amad started. A shhh in his ear stopped him flat.

"Don't worry about my comfort."

The rabbit licked his lips. "But if I can—"

"You're too fluffy, and too generous. My mate doesn't want you inside her out of obligation, Amad. She wants you, as you are. The heat is just a... catalyst, for the inevitable invitation."

For some reason. The jibe lived and died in his head. This was too serious for the usual banter.

Amad nodded, slowly, and sat back on his heels. "I... would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about something like this before, after you'd explained the, the group aspect of dragon relationships. I imagined being a dragon, though."

"It would be an improvement," Peravin muttered, mostly to himself.

Zindranirth pulled Amad's attention back with a lick along his ear, which appeared to be about as sensitive as Peravin's own frills. "And what did you do in this imagining?"

"Well," he said, then swallowed. "I'm not sure how much started as a dream. I'd turned into a dragon somehow, and of course both of you were eager to show me how to be one." His hand closed and thumb stuck out, and he raised it to point at Peravin. "He showed me how to fly. Then you said you had one more thing to show me, and, uh, your muzzle..." He trailed off as Zindranirth's head loomed closer, the corners of that muzzle turned up.

"Go on."

He swallowed again. "You nuzzled your way down my chest, a-aaand," he stammered, watching her follow the retelling like it was instructions. "Down... and stopped, between my legs... oh spirits."

"If you're going to help," Peravin said, smirking, "you may want to keep your clothes from getting a mess on them."

"Your breath is so warm," the rabbit murmured. He pulled off his shirt, showing his uniformly light brown fur, and then his hands fumbled at the cord around his waist. He pushed the clothing down, struggling a little with the obvious bulge at the front. He was out of his slit already. To be fair, so was Peravin.

The clothing went down his legs, arm blocking most of the view of his red male member. Peravin leaned closer, his own curiosity kindled.

More fur. Because of course there is. He didn't have a slit after all, which Peravin probably should have guessed. The fuzzy sheath seemed to cover the base of his length. It was, it turned out, a somewhat decent size. If he wasn't keeping his distance, he'd have taken a closer look.

Zindranirth did it for him, her nose exploring, a claw nudging the rabbit's legs apart. He nearly hesitated to put a hand on her head.

"And then, rabbit?" Peravin prompted, doubting his mate was up for speaking with such a morsel in front of her. "Or did it stop there?"

Amad glanced at him. "Then she licked—oh spirits." His hand trembled on her head as she pulled his attention back. Peravin saw the long, sinuous muscle stroke up his shaft, doubtless from the base. "She, you kept going—nnh—to show me how good it was to be a dragon..."

"Whatever spirit gives your dreams is quite wise," Peravin said, smirking, though he wasn't sure either of them really heard him. Both of the rabbit's hands were on his mate's head now. A low growl, one she usually only gave when she was done teasing, tickled his ears. Soft, wet sounds, little slurps, followed. He couldn't help but watch, to see his mate's tongue swirling over the rabbit's cock—and oh did he know how good that felt—and to see Amad shudder and let out an admittedly endearing groan.

"Not too fast, heart," he had to caution after she started to bob her head and the rabbit's hands gripped her horns. She growled, but pulled off, leaving the poor male bobbing in the air. Peravin tried not to sound too selfish with his next words: "He still has to prove his worth to you."

"You should get a taste of him yourself," she purred as she moved back, sprawling out. "He's surprisingly delicious."

"Probably better with some seasoning," Peravin grumbled. Still, the rabbit was trailing his hands over his mate at her invitation, so he settled in to watch and enjoy.

Amad seemed particularly fascinated by the shape of her cleft. More so when her three folds gripped his fingers, his eyes going wide and his cock visibly throbbing. Did rabbit females not do that? How terribly unfortunate that the fuzzy critter would indeed learn how good it was to be a dragon. It really was a shame he wasn't, he had the heart for it.

"You feel so... hot, sensual." Amad did something with his fingers that had Zindranirth's tail-tip spasming. "Are you—oh!" Those fingers had a curl to them, which was likely why Zindranirth was arching and moaning through a minor peak—though her heat intensified it to nearly a true climax, judging by her reactions.

Peravin's paw moved down to his cock now that he was as erect as the rabbit. He had to be gentle, of course, lest he spend the next few days chafed and horny. Maybe his mate could use her tongue... no, no, no, that was a dangerous line of thought. His self-control would hold. He'd fly for an hour in any direction and rest the night there before offering temptation to her altered mind, before succumbing to his own inflamed instincts. Offspring were a choice, a responsibility. A shame was on the male whose weakness bore consequences.

Amad, however, had no such barriers except whatever misconceptions rabbits had about sex. They seemed to not stop him as he stepped one foot over her tail and kept rubbing inside her, slowly.

"More," her needful voice called, her lovely eyes burning with yearning. A moment later, her expression sobered somewhat. "If, if you want more..."

"I do, Zin," Amad said, "though, is there anything I should, I mean, I don't want to do anything wrong or—"

Her tail curled up his thigh and drew him closer until he had to plant his hands on her belly and one spread leg to stay balanced. "I don't care, I just want... need more. Need a male. Need you inside me."

"Okay then. Peravin, you're still okay with—"

He gave a somewhat convincing growl. "Do not keep my mate waiting."

Amad nodded, went down on his knees, and leaned in. His ears twitched in what Peravin recognized was anxiety. If they were pushing too far, too fast... except, he was also still erect, and lining himself up to slip into the alluring dragon under him.

No, then. Not just anxiety. Excitement. Anticipation. The rabbit was clearly pushing past his troubles and committing. Peravin's estimation of him rose a notch higher. A stalwart male indeed to court a dragon at least twice his size... and then he started pushing in her, the both of them letting out sounds of pleasure as flesh met flesh.

"That's it, Amad," he said, and smirked as the rabbit's closest ear quirked towards him. "Claim her as a worthy male. Sate her need."

"I can feel him, heart, he feels... oh yes."

The rabbit started moving his hips. The pushes lacked the strength of a dragon, surely, but Zindranirth was voicing nothing but eager encouragement. Below that white puff of a tail, a pair of odd semicircles of fur and muscle stood in the place of proper haunches. Zindranirth's eyes fluttered closed, her legs spreading further. An unusual position for a dragon, being on one's back. It took trust. Maybe it was normal for rabbits.

The fluffy critter's back was straight, head held high. When his fingers slipped down between them, Zindranirth arched, claws flexing aimlessly in the air. Maybe he was closer to a dragon than a rug after all. Peravin squeezed his cock as their friend rutted his mate. Her moans were music to his ears even if they weren't of his own making.

"Spirits," the rabbit panted, breathless already. "Peravin, she's squeezing me like..."

A little needling would do him good. "Better than your fellow rabbits?"

Amad's ears dipped, and he shivered. "Yes."

It took Peravin a moment to recover from that. For him to just agree... no future for him as a rug, then. Oh well. "She wants you, she needs your seed. Your virility."

"Nnh." Those fuzzy hips were deceptively strong, filling the air with a quick slap-slap-slap of body against body. Fur against scales. If anything, the rabbit just seemed emboldened. "S-sate her heat, give her..."

"Your seed, strong male." His own pleasure washed away any distaste from complimenting Amad. That had to be it. "Yes, give it to her. Mate her. Make her forget you're not a dragon. Fool her heat. Breed her."

The words had maybe even more effect on Zindranirth than the rabbit rutting her. "In me, in me, yes, I need... give..." Further words faded into low, needful moans, the kind Peravin usually only managed to have her make after an hour of teasing her.

"Going to, I'm close, Zin... Zin," Amad panted before reason and thought abandoned him too. Muscles stood out under his fur. His thrusts actually moved her hind legs, such was the force he was exerting. Zindranirth could take it, of course, and she did.

And, as Peravin had accidentally guessed, she was indeed howling to the sky. Likely the rabbit's praises. There were no words. There didn't need to be.

The rabbit's back arched, his thrusts ceased, and his voice joined hers—not as loud, of course, but no one was perfect. He squeezed himself again, feeling a rush of pleasure—but it was barely even a minor climax, not enough pleasure, not nearly enough. He wouldn't join them in their passion. Not this time. The first true disappointment of the day.

It helped that Zindranirth looked more pleasured than he'd seen her in a long time. Her tongue lolled out of her maw, her legs twitched in the air, her tail squirmed, and her body shuddered under the rabbit. Peravin had heard being seeded in heat was the very height of pleasure, and now he had no cause to doubt it.

The two stayed nestled together for a time, catching their breaths and then murmuring to each other. Peravin couldn't really catch the words until the wind changed—and then he caught the scent, heat and sex, and whined as he moved out of the breeze.

"—looks needy—"

"—you want to, he'd—your tongue—"

Brown and silver eyes settled on Peravin. He snorted. "If you're going to make fun of me, you should speak up so I can answer."

Zindranirth grinned—grinned, quite the dangerous expression on his mate's face. "Oh, heart, we're not making fun of you. In fact," she said, helping the rabbit to his unsteady two feet, "he has a thought to help you with your needs, now."

"You, ah, look a little pent up?" Amad's ears perked towards Peravin. The fur around his loins was wet, a drip of mixed fluid even falling from his softened cock. "It's only fair if I help you, too. If you want."

He snorted again, louder. "Doesn't it take you minutes to recover from just one climax?"

"It does," Amad replied. "But I'm not using it. I'll be using my hands and mouth. If you want me to."

Peravin blinked. A good maw and tongue was second only to a good mounting, but the rabbit's muzzle was shorter, smaller. What good could he possibly do?

His mate watched him with amusement... and an encouraging nod.

He supposed he could try it, for her. Just to relieve the pressure of his pulsing cock. Certainly not because he was growing ever fonder of the damn rabbit.

"If you think you can handle me," Peravin said, settling on his haunches and shifting his hind leg aside. From what he'd seen he was a claw's length longer than the rabbit, perhaps thicker at the base. His semi-prehensile taper flexed in the air, and Amad's eyes widened.

"Do that again? Wait, how much of you can move like that?" The rabbit went to his knees and shuffled closer as Peravin arched and slowly curled the end of his shaft. "Amazing, that's a quarter... no, a third of your cock."

Peravin tilted his head. "Rabbits can't do this?"

"No, ours are rigid. I mean, my cock can move a little, but nothing like this..." His fingers drew close, then paused. "Can I touch you?"

"You seem keen to, might as well," Peravin grumbled. He did take in a breath as those surprisingly soft yet nimble fingers curled around his flesh. Belatedly he realized where that rabbit had just been, who he'd been in, as the heat pheromones hit him like a wave.

"Are you okay, you... oh."

"Oh." Damnable rabbit. "Yes, you smell like my mate. In heat. All of it."

"Is that a problem? Should I go wash up first?"

Peravin growled. "Not if you can finish me, rabbit. Otherwise I'll be worked up enough to stroke myself raw."

"Can't have that," Amad replied. His other hand explored the taper of his shaft, and then he moved under Peravin's belly. "Just... warn me if you're going to thrust."

"I don't see how you could—" His words ended in a strained gasp as, somehow, the short-muzzled, small, and fluffy rabbit wrapped his mouth around the end of Peravin's cock. It certainly felt smaller than his mate's muzzle, and his tongue would be too short to... he let out a groan, the pressure of that muscle like Zindranirth's stronger licks. His tip curled and the rabbit danced with it like another male might if the two of them pressed their cocks together. Except, while inside his surprisingly warm, wet mouth...

The rabbit even drooled around him, at least until he felt the other hand spreading slickness over his length. A blessed change from rubbing a dry, firm paw against sensitive skin. Both hands worked up and down, exploring, squeezing. Two more slow, sensual strokes of that surprisingly nimble tongue came before the rabbit's head slid back from his cock.

"Can you keep your tip from moving, when you're getting pleasured?"

Peravin had to blink and take in a breath. It didn't help as much as it should as heat pheromones still surrounded the rabbit. He moved his head up into the breeze and tried again. "I can."

"Okay." A quick little lick threw Peravin off-guard. "When I go deeper, keep it still, it'll be easier for me to handle, if you please."

Deeper? Peravin felt a thread of concern in his chest. He might tease the rabbit, but he didn't have to prove himself by trying to take as much as a dragon could. Before he could try and put those words together, the maw returned, and soon he shivered as that short, thick tongue swirled the drops of pre away from his tip and then swallowed them.

The rabbit moved, and Peravin was about to bend down and see what he was doing, when the muzzle came back. Then more warmth surrounded him, more... he kept himself from flexing or curling, as requested, and the rabbit kept going. At any moment, he was going to choke, to admit defeat. He didn't stop until half the dragon was in his mouth, probably even his throat. It had to be. Peravin felt a tremble in his wings, down his spine and tail. The rabbit was taking him as expertly as Zindranirth.

A little moan vibrated Amad's throat as he pulled back, one hand on Peravin's base while the other stroked up and down. The rabbit's head moved forward again. Peravin had to lay on his side, one hind leg pulled back, to keep from thrusting or collapsing at the unexpected surges of pleasure. Most of it, he knew, was being from being pent-up. And the lingering smell of heat, the strange and comfortable softness of the rabbit's hands and lips, the sensations of someone else giving pleasure. It went beyond trusting the rabbit to be down there: he, admittedly, had already been sliding Amad into the 'companion' role in their relationship, held back only by not a dragon.

Now, though, now the strangeness of the wingless, scaleless, two-legged being was washing away. All that was left was pleasure and close company. It was enough that Peravin's breathing picked up, the twitching pulses of his cock growing closer together, a spot of tension building until—

"Nhhhaaaaa, hah!"

Amad's hands tightened their grip on the suddenly throbbing cock, and a surprised sound from the rabbit followed the first and largest spurt of pre into his mouth and throat. He swallowed it, swallowed around Peravin's cock, and it was all the dragon could do to keep from bucking forward into that warmth and firm pressure.

It ebbed into a pleasant buzz, though it would only last a few moments. Then the pleasure would begin anew.

The mouth pulled off, and Amad sucked in a breath. "So, that was one of your, what did you call them? Minor peaks?"

"Yes," Peravin said. "Usually one or two more before a true climax."

"Mmm. When we get more comfortable doing this, I can lay on something and you can fuck my mouth. I've always wanted to try that."

Peravin wanted to voice his incredulity. Fuck his mouth? He'd worry about breaking the poor rabbit. Though, Amad did seem to have just as much confidence with licking and sucking as his mate, if not more. The image of that muscled body laid out under Peravin as he barely had to hold back, maybe even putting his own tongue to work on that cock to encourage him to redouble his efforts... he felt himself twitch.

Normally, it'd take at least two peaks to reach breeding readiness. With that smell, his need... The tension grew in his loins as Amad lapped at his dripping tip, and stiffness stole the flexibility of his curve and taper. The base of his cock swelled both outside and inside his slit, making him seem even larger at the base. The rabbit's hands found the change and explored it.

"I'm fully ready," Peravin breathed, and it took him probably too long to realize Amad wouldn't know what that meant. He was already back to licking and sucking the tip. "Amad... my next peak, it is, it will be a true release." He panted, squeezing his eyes shut, thankful the rabbit had stopped to listen. "Bigger, so much more pleasure. And my seed. More. Thicker."

"Sounds like fun. Unless you want me to stop, or do something different?"

Don't stop, don't stop, Peravin wanted to say. Instinct became hard to ignore when his cock felt harder than stone and begging to be buried in a mate. It was why he and Zindranirth kept their distance: enough temptation and he wouldn't want to stop rutting for anything short of protest, injury, or catastrophe.

"Just, warning," Peravin managed, a shiver running through him. Zindranirth's knowing chuckle from ahead reminded him she was watching; she'd moved a little to have a good view, and she licked her muzzle as he raised his eyes to her. It was hard to have a thought, any thought, beyond stuffing himself in whoever was willing and nearest.

Fortunately, Amad's tongue and lips surrounded him, and the hands stroked with more determination, and a soft cry escaped his muzzle from the sudden surge of pleasure. It wasn't just the greater sensitivity from the breeding phase. With what little thought remained to him, Peravin turned his head enough to look at the rabbit, and moved a paw to caress between those long ears. There was a slight hitch of surprise, or caution, and then Amad was bobbing his head again. A soft moan thrummed along heated, tingling flesh.

His other claw dug into the ground, letting out the tension his hips couldn't express. He squirmed, shuddered, unable to stay still. Amad seemed to only be encouraged by this. Lewd slurps escaped those soft lips, and that tongue. Sure, it was short, but what it lacked in length it redoubled in strength, pressing more firmly than even he might be able to manage. Never enough to feel uncomfortable, though.

No, quite the opposite. Days of near-celibacy and his own inadequate paw made every bit of pressure and friction exquisite.

"Sounds like he's close," Zindranirth called, though Peravin barely registered the words. "Keep going, Amad. Good, good."

Amad growled—growled!—around his cock. His tail lashed, his wings jerked, and his rapid heartbeat pulsed more strongly in his cock than his chest, it felt. Peravin sucked in a breath, then another, nostrils flaring as his instinct-driven body scented female in heat and reacted to the hot, tight grip on his cock accordingly.

"That's it, heart," his mate said, catching his tattered attention, some small part of him still able to think. "Take in the scent. You want to breed, don't you? To put that load in a hot, willing hole."

Yes. Breed. Can't rut. Be careful. He didn't remember why. His legs were shaking with the urge to push deeper. He wouldn't. The grip on his cock tightened, and that was good enough. So close. Breed.

"Amad needs you, heart, it's safe to let loose. Breed him. Go on, let it out, it's safe, put a load in him..."

A cry left the male's muzzle. Hot ecstasy flared through him, a true release, every part of him centered on the throbbing in his core. A sound—surprise, a muffled cough?—came from somewhere below him, and the throat around his cock milked him. Swallowing? He obliged, tensing up to strengthen his spurts of seed into that willing hole. The heat around him lessened, only briefly intensifying again when the rabbit gasped for breath against his cock, but then he was deep again and the rabbit swallowed, licked, moaned, those hands rubbing his slick girth until he stopped wanting to push forward, the pleasure edging towards discomfort, and only then did that mouth relax and withdraw.

Peravin's chest heaved as he panted, the wind rushing in his ears. Not the wind. He hadn't left the ground. Not physically, anyway. Shivers ran through him each time that short tongue lapped and swirled over his tip. Amad was gentle, the motions slower and soothing. Cleaning, not continuing. Peravin sighed, carefully rolling onto his back, letting the fluffy little wonder lean against him and keep up his ministrations.

"That was a joy to see. Good job, Amad."

"Thanks, Zin. I... never thought I'd get this lucky."

"Mm." A rustle, perhaps the shuffling of wings. Peravin's eyes had closed at some point. "I have to admit, I might need another bout with you after watching that. Like this, this time."

He felt the rabbit chuckle. He also felt something poking his side.

"I'll be over in a few moments, unless Per needs me?"

"Peravin," he growled, gently tapping the curved back of one claw against one of those long ears. "And no, too much more cuddling and you might think I like you."

Amad gave one more little lick to his tip, then patted his flank and stood. "Wouldn't want that, of course!"

"Come now, heart, surely he did well enough to get at least a compliment?"

Peravin turned his head right-side-up to look between his mate—this time with her tail in the air and chest on the ground, a proper mounting stance, even if she was using it to tease someone other than him—the damnable rabbit. Amad was his usual jovial self. But, if he looked, Peravin could see a shadow in those brown eyes. Uncertainty? Concern? They had just been quite intimate, and while it was one thing to tease the two-legger, he could afford to be magnanimous just this once.

"Better than expected," he said, then sighed at his truest lover's huff. "Fine. Much better. You are exceptional. Now, go satisfy my mate or I'll throw you off the cliff."

Amad grinned, and Zindranirth rolled her eyes with a subtle smile. Peravin watched the two coordinate and position themselves. Then the rabbit was fucking his mate with short, hard strokes that had her moaning and squirming each time his hips met her haunches. The scent wasn't tempting him for the moment, and yet he still felt like he could go for at least one release if the rabbit had any energy left.

Better indeed, he thought, purring as his mate arched and groaned under Amad's pounding. Small, fluffy... and an even greater part of their lives now, it seemed.

Maybe he could get used to that.