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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Drackonthanri & Dustafyer7

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Dusty sighed, the dragon wearing only a pair of jogging shorts that came down loosely around his thighs out for his run in the park. Near the lake, the air felt crisp and light with the edge of spring oncoming, though the dragon was keen indeed to say goodbye to the colder, wetter months of winter. Although his fur was mostly thinner, allowing the smooth definition of his muscled body to truly come into its own, a thicker fluff of fur over the top of his head, running down the back of his neck between his black horns.

His chest rose and fell shortly and sharply as he drew in all the breath he could, recovering himself, though it was still the start of his running season, not being the kind of dragon who particularly enjoyed running in the colder months of the year. The rake and bite of frosty air in his lungs was not something Dusty eagerly sought out, after all…

No, it was better to come to the park when the flowers were blooming, the buds just starting to unfurl for spring, sweetness in the air and a bubble of laughter too. The park was only moderately busy that day, being a day in the middle of the week, though Dusty preferred going when things were quieter, so he could make the most of the space to run.

The dragon settled on a bench to rest, his legs stretched out before him. And yet there was something different there, something that had his tail twitching and his head turning before Dusty even realised something was drawing him away.

“Mmm…"

He hummed lightly, turning his head, though the only thing nearby that didn't look like it belonged there was a towel. That it was red was of no interest to him but the scent rising from it caught his attention. Dusty picked it up curiously as he turned it over in his hands, an eyebrow raising as he realised he recognised the striped pattern on one side of it.

What's Drackonthanri doing out here today? And why…is so much of his scent all over this thing?

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It was a weird thought to have, even for him, the dragon's lips twitching up faintly. It smelled like Drackonthanri, yes, but like him when he had come out of the showers: his natural scent layered thickly into it, untainted by anything else at all, like scale deodorant. Dusty licked his lips unconsciously, though was more curious than anything else.

He sniffed harder, filtering through the scents in the air to find the trail of the one he was interested in. It led him back behind the bench and into the bushes, thickening into trees for a small, forested area. They had all been planted there, of course, to give a more natural look to the park, though it was quiet, the deciduous trees waving their leaves around him as he brushed his hand absently against the bark of a silver birch tree.

He paused, picking up a pair of underwear from the ground, with a black band at the waistband, though he recognised them too: Drackonthanri's. The dragon often wore them to the gym, and other pairs in a similar cut and style, though Dusty had never seen them soaked through as they were. It didn't smell like urine, not at all, not something sweeter, something that had him parting his lips and curling the upper one faintly and briefly, and he dropped the underwear on top of another soaked pair of pants, which looked like Drackonthanri had been wearing them to jog through the park too.

But that scent… Oh, it was something more than debauchery, most certainly so, Dusty's lips breaking into a wide smile. For he was sure his friend, a male-presenting hermaphrodite, was in heat, that overly sweet scent cloying and tangling, wafting pleasantly into his head.

What a shame he came into heat all the way out here…

And then he caught sight of a white and grey body, a massive wing flung wide while the other curled up lightly against a tree trunk, where Drackonthanri didn't quite have the room to enjoy himself that he wanted to. The dragon, a bit taller than Dusty with the wings Dusty could not boast, moaned as he lay on his back, his tail plunging into his pussy as his juices squirted around it. The bulk of his scales were white but there were layered, protective scales over the tops of his thighs, the fronts of his shins, tops of his feet – and the upper sides of his arms and shoulders too. A grey “X" marked his chest with a yellow diamond, the dragon's scales dark above his eyes to frame them like brows and forming the appearance of hair. The black of his wings, on the rear side, was mostly hidden from view at that moment, though the dark grey stretched down his long, twisting tail with slicing, hooked markings, which seemed to beg the eye to follow them to where they ended, midway down his tail.

Oh, wow…

Even though they'd had some dalliances before, friends with benefits on occasion but nothing more, Dusty had never seen Drackonthanri as wet as he was then, masturbating furiously between the trees and bushes with his tail plunging into his own cunt with a lewd, slopping sound. His arousal even seemed to be trickling from his pussy over the puckered ring of his tail hole, his double pair of balls splattered with some too.

Of course, the dragon looked as Dusty recalled, though the two cocks with flatter heads and medial rings always took his breath away. He let out a soft whistle as the dragon's hand stroked those two cocks, pressing them together, but they were set apart from equine-style shafts by the light, pliable “spines" running down the length of them. Dusty shivered. Oh, he knew intimately just how that felt, having those cocks plunged into him. Once, both at the same time!

Drackonthanri grunted, eyes fluttering open, one hand grasping his tail, though he looked to be trying to work it deeper as he hitched a leg up, lying on his back. He stroked his cocks together, panting heavily as his white horns ground back into the earth, though his forked tongue flickered out lustfully the moment his vision cleared, landing on Dusty.

Oh, he didn't mind being come across out there was he let out a growl that was a little needier than he had intended it to come out, though didn't matter. He licked his lips, a smile tugging at the corners, and yanked his tail out wetly, slashing it in the air towards Dusty. It was a mean little trick, but the quick movement splattered his arousal off the scales of his tail, sending the droplets flying to Dusty's snout.

“Oof!"

The surprise in Dusty's eyes would have been comical if he had not been as worked up as he was, the dragon stepping back as he licked off his muzzle automatically. Drackonthanri growled, parting his lips, panting heavily through an open mouth.

“Mmm… I think you came here…just in time…" He panted, struggling to force the words out even as his chest trembled.

Dusty blinked, his tongue retracting into his mouth automatically, the dragon's slick taste clinging to his tongue as if it didn't even want to slip down his throat. He took a deep, shuddering breath, Drackonthanri's scent so potent, and shifted his weight from hip to hip, languishing in the moment, the insidious taste flowing to the back of his mouth.

“Mmmm… Maybe I did," he said slowly, jaws parting in a draconic grin. “I didn't think I'd see you out here though… You should have just called me."

Drackonthanri shrugged, rolling his shoulders back as he growled.

“Hm, I don't control when I'm in heat, dragon…"

Dusty smirked and shook his head, the dragon's balls hanging down – but not low enough to cover the sensual pull of his pussy from view, where it may have otherwise been tucked away behind them. His shaft swelled, filling his underwear and shorts readily, though Dusty had already made his decision as to what to do. He caught Drackonthanri's eyes dropping to his obvious, heady bulge and the dragon before him grinned widely, spreading his legs lewdly wide.

Even though he didn't need to, Drackonthanri tucked his fingers around his four balls, hefting them up and out of the way so there was nothing at all to hide his pussy and clit from view, his folds parted and dripping with his arousal. Even his folds looked to be swelling with the raw force of his need and Dusty stiffened, cock throbbing through his clothes.

“Come ease it then, Dusty," he growled throatily, as if he was trying to purr – though Drackonthanri rarely purred. “I'll make it worth your while, as always…"

It was all in good fun for them and Dusty wasn't about to turn down such an offer as he shoved down his pants, his cock springing up readily, drooling pre-cum. He had always been a bit on the over productive side, his cock varying in shade with a black tip that melded into blue as the length moved towards the base. That blue was the same shade as the inside of his maw, though the best feature of his cock, the one he got the most compliments on, was the thick bugle at the base – just like a knot.

Before Drackonthanri's eyes, Dusty pumped his cock with a languid grin, though Drackonthanri could see Dusty's need was as great as his was. He was such a show-off, when the need took him, though that could have been a side-effect of Dusty being affected by Drackonthanri's heat too, it had to be said.

“It would be a pleasure," Dusty rumbled softly, smearing pre-cum over the head of his cock with his thumb, though it would not get the chance to dry there. “And, next time, I'm more than willing to help you out…"

His heart surged as he leaned over Drackonthanri, grabbing his legs and holding them apart, though it was not as if Drackonthanri was about to close them anyway. No, his need was too great and he rocked up almost helplessly as Dusty ground the head of his cock over the swollen folds of his pussy.

“Unff… Don't be a tease!"

He snapped – but Dusty took the next thrust to sink home, grinding deep into him with the first real stroke of his cock. Drackonthanri moaned, head rocking back, the pointed tips of his horns cutting into the ground, though there would be more evidence of their fucking than that when all was said and done.

Drackonthanri grunted, bearing his tail down into the ground so he could use that leverage to rock his hips up, even if he had little freedom of movement in such a position. Dusty bent his legs a little, so he could get in closer, driving in crudely and roughly to the dragon's pussy. He tightened around Dusty without even thinking about it, even though the drake was more than thick enough, his jaws hanging open in a lustful snarl as he gave himself over to his heat.

“Oh, fuck, yessss…"

His tongue slapped the outside of his muzzle in a long, wet hiss as Dusty crammed his cock into him, driving deep, finding a pace and rhythm that suited them both. Some may have called that pace punishing, yet it was just right for Drackonthanri, his pussy twitching and spasming around the dragon's cock. Sometimes, though muscular contractions felt, to him, as if he was having an orgasm, yet he was not, not yet. Sure, he'd had maybe six climaxes back there in the bushes already, but he needed more, that hot thrust of a cock ramming into him, stretching out his slick, aching folds over and over again.

There was nothing like being fucked as Dusty leaned back a little and he took the chance to bring up his sweaty hind paw, clasping Dusty's muzzle with it as he folded his toes around. His scales allowed sweat to seep from between them and, well, he knew Dusty's kinks, more than willing to play into what Dusty liked too, so they both got more than enough of what they liked.

Dusty groaned, his tongue flicking out instinctively against Drackonthanri's foot, running up the sole and tickling between the toes, though Drackonthanri didn't have all that much of a tight grip on him. It was just enough to get his stomach churning pleasantly, his loins tightening, though Dusty didn't want to cum yet, no. He needed more, so much more, of Drackonthanri's wet heat clinging to the full length of his dick, the dragon almost reluctant to pull back at all, though the combination of sensations with Drackonthanri in heat was simply exquisite.

The wet slide of his cock driving deep.

How Drackonthanri's pussy hugged him, folds spreading, while he drew back.

The tickle of cool air brushing his cock, a greater amount of the shaft exposed for the briefest of moments.

The press of that foot on his muzzle, rendering him dizzy with pleasure.

But it was the dragon's scent winding around him and slipping deep into his nostrils, mingling with that wet, musky sheen of sweat, that got to him the most. Dusty huffed and puffed, dragging in one needy lungful of air after the other, leaning forward, lashing his tongue fervently over Drackonthanri's hind paw, curling around to get the arch of his foot too.

It was something to focus on, even if he was already swimming in lust already. Yet he could not have anticipated what Drackonthanri had in mind. The drake dug in suddenly, hefting his lower body up as he wrenched his free leg, the leg that didn't currently have its foot on Dusty's snout, free. It took a lot of effort, muscles bunching, but Drackonthanri managed to get it around Dusty's waist, dragging him down, stopping him from pulling back barely at all as he rubbed his sweaty sole teasingly over the other dragon's muzzle.

And Drackonthanri put his plan into motion.

That part didn't involve Dusty, not as Drackonthanri rested his hand on his belly, pulling on his magic. It was harder to call on when he was deep in need, but his prior climaxes had, at the very least, helped him concentrate again just a little. Preparing a spell that would increase the rate of egg development and conception, he held it in the back of his mind, ready to cast at the penultimate moment. The rush of magic flowing through his body, after all, was particularly alluring. And he'd wondered for a while if using magic while in heat would increase the power of his orgasms even then. It was all in a manner of experimentation!

He growled, tail snaking around to Dusty's backside and probing up under his tail. When Dusty raised his tail obligingly for him, he wiggled the tip of his tail into Dusty's backside, penetrating him anally and using the slender, rounded tip of his tail to stretch him open. It was a gentle stretch for Dusty, in comparison to Drackonthanri's bouncing twin cocks, though the dragon had so much to take care of all at once he barely even could focus on any one thing at a time.

“Mmm… Cum for me…"

Drackonthanri growled, though Dusty was not about to give over his more dominant position so easily – even if the dragons switched roles between each other rather frequently. For them, it was all about pleasure when they got together, Dusty's expression breaking into a toothy smile behind Drackonthanri's hind paw.

“Mmmm… Soon…"

He thrust hard, grinding in deep, though Drackonthanri's tail curling up under his tail and pulling over his prostate as it thrust was devious enough to make his head spin. But Dusty had to keep thrusting, letting out a randy snarl, grinding his cock in as deep as he could, even with the knot and all. It was softer and smaller then, even if defined, ready to inflate at the point of orgasm, but it would be a lot more difficult to sink the full, heady bulge of his knot into a partner if he waited until then.

That could be fun…but maybe not that time. Even as his knot tingled and a deep ache rang through Dusty, panting heavily against Drackonthanri's sweaty foot, his tongue curling sensually around a toe and dragging back, just to get a little more of that tantalising sheen of sweat into his maw. It should never have been as intoxicating as it was, the crisp scent of fresh sweat lingering in his nasal passage as Dusty sucked in greedy breath after breath, leaning into how that hind paw flexed and pulled over his muzzle. He was close, yes, but he wanted the high to be worth it – not just the kind of high that he stumbled over the edge into, forgetting what he was even there for.

He thrust hard, his hips bouncing off the dragon's thighs and buttocks with every stroke, watching as a reverberation rolled through Drackonthanri. The dragon was hot, his wings spread out and the trees sheltering them from view, though it briefly occurred to Dusty that it was not as if they were being all that quiet there. The drake's grip around Dusty, his leg on Dusty's waist, tightened, feeling the pull every time Dusty tried to pull back for yet another thrust.

They moaned and grunted and hissed as it pleased them, the dragon rocking back just a little to get his backside at a better angle for Drackonthanri's tail to massage his prostate. Inside Drackonthanri, his cock twitched and juddered, leaking pre-cum even then, though it was surely just as potent as the semen to follow. He heaved and panted, chest juddering as he strained to contain himself, but Dusty was just a dragon and didn't have that urge to hold back all that prominent, not anymore.

That tail inside his ass, however… It was too good to be passed up, his tongue lashing the outside of his muzzle in a wet slap again, dragging back against Drackonthanri's foot. He wanted more of it, though he was too breathless to give voice to them, at least right then. That was okay, however, his back arching slightly to put more shape into the lower part of it. It was just too sensual, sending rippling shivers of sensation through his body, skin prickling and tingling, his mind trying to make sense of just how damn good it all felt.

And combining that with his cock plunging into Drackonthanri's cunt was simply exquisite, what he needed, what he ached for. Dusty's tongue flicked in and out as he struggled to keep it within his maw – though whoever said he had to keep displays of lust to himself? With Drackonthanri, he could let it all hang out, his cock throbbing deliciously within the dragon's tight snatch.

“Unff…"

He groaned long and low, tongue dangling from his maw, as he thrust, bearing in that knot as it finally pumped up, swelling and locking them together. The dragon's eyes rolled back in his head as he lay there, snarling out a cry that could have been threatening – if Dusty had not known Drackonthanri as well as he did. He chuffed a laugh, pleased that he could get Drackonthanri to such a point of need as that, though it was not all that often he got to see the beauty of Drackonthanri coming undone, right there before him.

Drackonthanri groaned, one paw resting on his belly, the other stroking his two cocks, pumping them up and down. Oh, it would not be long to seeding, though the drake's head spun with delight, droplets of pre-cum splattering from his cocks as he pawed off lustfully.

Dusty's orgasm may have been near, yet so was Drackonthanri's. The dragon tried to hump his hips up even as Dusty groaned into his foot, the dragon drawing his legs up and wrapping them insistently around Dusty's waist. His ankles crossed over Dusty's back and he dragged his friend down against him, wanting nothing more than every drop of Dusty's seed to pump right up where it belonged, despite the risk of fucking bareback during his heat. That was exactly what Drackonthanri was counting on, after all.

“Mmmph… Yes…" Drackonthanri snarled, stiffening as his wings trembled. “Mmm… So, fucking…close!"

He couldn't hold back as orgasm tore through him, bellowing a roar that curled its way up from his belly, where he was holding the spell ready to go. Yet Drackonthanri could only ride it out as Dusty cursed under his breath and thrust more erratically, pulled to climax too by the force of Drackonthanri's pussy clenching and rippling around him, milking him for his load.

The dragon couldn't hold off, not with so much stimulation and the tail ramming into his prostate, though it was the truly delectable mix of male and female musk, in the end, that did it for him. He hissed into Drackonthanri's hand as he lost control, balls aching and throbbing furiously as if they were where every last drop of his lust was pooled, driving him on with raw, animalistic need.

“Rrrrnnnggghhhh…"

A long, low, guttural grown rolled from this throat, jaws clenched, though Dusty was not truly with himself as he shot his load, cum splattering up inside Drackonthanri. With the tight seal of his knot and the grip Drackonthanri's cunt had on him, there was nowhere for his cum to go other than right up into the dragon's womb, forcing itself deeper and deeper from sheer pressure alone. The dragon squirmed under him, pussy clenching and pulling around Dusty's cock, though the dragons rode out their climaxes even as Drackonthanri's eyes gleamed.

Without Dusty knowing, he cast the spell on his stomach, his orgasm suddenly flaring when he had thought it was about to die down, arousal mingling with Dusty's cum inside him. Inside his body, the process of egg development, from conception onward, quickened, his womb rumbling and churning as egg after egg quickly formed. They bustled inside him and jostled up against one another as if they were all trying to find and make room, his belly expanding more and more with every passing second.

There was nothing quite like feeling that filling, though it was very different to getting fucked, Drackonthanri thought hazily, ecstasy tugging at him, though the dragon remained in control of himself – somewhat, at least. His glutes tightened and he contracted his quads too, pressing his legs in and around Dusty's waist to hold him near, his pussy rippling, pulling to milk Dusty's cock. Yet that filling in his womb, the sensation of every egg growing, even bumping into the others… With the aid of his magic, he felt every little bump and jostle, a groan on his lips even as his own amusement danced in his eyes.

Dusty gaped, pulling back slightly – but, of course, he couldn't leave with his knot tying them together.

“What the… Drackonthanri!"

He snapped accusingly at the dragon, though it was more out of shock than anything else, the dragon's stomach bulging noticeably, sometimes showing the eggs bulging through the scales of his belly and then smoothing out again quickly, making an easy round. Yet he stayed buried deep, ecstasy pounding through him, a low whimper dancing on his lip as pleasure overtook all else.

That was all he needed, that moment of orgasm. There were few better things to live for and few better friends to experience life with, the dragon pushing his muzzle hard into Drackonthanri's foot and staying there, shuddering, his eyes mostly closed. A thin sliver of light still entered his eyes, the dappled glaze of the forested area painting them in sunshine, though he had not considered how loud the birds could be while he was fucking, not before.

Maybe those are alarm calls, heh… Dusty thought, his balls emptying all they had to give, eyes hazily grazing Drackonthanri's inflated, bulging stomach, eggs growing inside. I don't know…

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If the birds were alerting others to what was going on in the forest, however, there was no one there other than the other animals who would understand their calls, oh no. So, they would be fine there, yes, even if nature coloured the air around them, the wind rustling through the leaves, brushing them tenderly up against one another. Dusty shook his head, shooting Drackonthanri a lopsided grin, and swept his hand over Drackonthanri's stomach, though he was still a bit taken aback by what was happening.

“What… Did I knock you up or something?"

Drackonthanri smirked.

“In a sense… Hold still."

Dusty did so, for there was nothing else in his mind to do, though he didn't expect Drackonthanri using his tail on his body to give himself the extra leverage to pull back – and entirely off Dusty's cock and bulging knot. Dusty yelped, though the flare of pleasure on his over sensitive cock was not entirely unpleasant, just a little too sensitive for him to be entirely comfortable with the sudden, tight rush of pleasure. It meant breaking the contact of his hind paw on Dusty's muzzle, though changing positions simply meant that delight was set aside for the time being.

Drackonthanri, however, only moved enough to get behind Dusty, his aching hard-ons grinding up against the dragon's rump. He rolled his hips as Dusty sucked in a sharp yet shaky breath, his tail flipping up and to the side, well out of the way for him, easily demonstrating his readiness for him. Reaching back to grab Dusty by the muzzle, he curled fingers, heavy with musk from his cocks, around his snout, a smirk dancing in his eyes. Of course, Drackonthanri used the hand he'd had on his cocks, masturbating himself, even if he had not finished with the male half of his body. Which was just why his cocks were grinding into Dusty's rump right there and then, openly drooling pre-cum…

“Mmm… Do you want some eggs too?" He offered, though there was really only one answer he wanted his partner of the moment to give. “A nice, heavy belly full of eggs?"

Dusty shuddered, muttering under his breath. The dragon, however, tipped his hips and angled them back, desperate for it, even though he'd already cum. His cock remained mostly hard, dripping the aftermath of his orgasm, tongue flicking out softly after Drackonthanri's hand, trying to lap the dragon's pre-cum off his fingers.

“Yeah…" Dusty managed to croak out. “Yeah, definitely… Mmmph…"

Drackonthanri's hand slid down his body, keeping his other hand firmly wrapped around Dusty's snout, of course, to rest it on his stomach. The spell resided in the back of his mind, ready to be drawn to the forefront at exactly the moment needed, though his bulging belly, full of eggs, made it a little difficult to get in as close to Dusty as he may have liked.

“Mmm…"

Drackonthanri hissed through his teeth, lips twitching, though the dragon had more than enough of a handle on his magic to control the spell and penetrate Dusty's rump at the same time. His knots had swelled somewhat during their first round, though they'd likely come up against Dusty's tail hole before he was ready to cram them inside, savouring the tight stretch of that hole around him too.

Just the one cock would do to start, Drackonthanri using his tail to easily line up one cock with Dusty's ring, sliding in slowly, using his own pre-cum as lubrication. There wasn't any need for anything else as long as he took that first penetration slowly, driving in, the tight muscle clenching around his cock as he pushed in, as if Dusty was trying to push him out.

Yet Dusty wasn't trying to do anything of the sort, no, not as he inhaled with short, sharp puffs of breath, his tongue snaking out to lap over and around Drackonthanri's hand. It slithered sensually between his fingers, dragging back over the palm, though the dragon closed his lips on a finger heavy with Drackonthanri's musk, suckling just to see how that would feel for him too. It was not as pleasant, at least for Dusty, as having Drackonthanri's foot on his face, though perhaps there were other positions they could take, at other times, where that was possible too?

They'd only find out by experimenting, however.

“Ah… Hell…"

Even Drackonthanri had to quiver at that, a soft thrill running through him. The dragon openly enjoying the scent on his hand and lapping at it was doing it more for him than Drackonthanri had anticipated, though that was just what having fun with each other was all about: experimenting and spicing things up. Pleasure was just something that came along with everything they wanted, each and every time.

Inside Dusty's tail hole, his cock throbbed and drooled, pre-cum spilling into Dusty's backside, though Drackonthanri didn't have an intention at all of holding back for very long at all.

Dusty moaned, licking his lips, though he couldn't stop enjoying Drackonthanri's hand, tilting his head so he could get at a part he hadn't lapped over before, the scales smooth under his tongue. Yet his tongue was still sensitive enough he could feel the edge of every scale in intimate detail. With a soft grunt that rose from the back of his throat, he teased his tail hole around Drackonthanri's cock, clenching down as hard as he could, though Drackonthanri still thrust and powered through it.

“Unff…"

Dusty's groan slipped by his lips, though the dragon was rougher with him than he felt he had been before, even though they'd enjoyed somewhat before too. The roll of his hips rammed into his backside, sending a tremor through his body, tipped forward and braced on one hand, though he was not fully on all fours, just exulting in the moment, letting it all come, thrust after thrust. For Dusty was not in the top position anymore, no, and he didn't need to be either, not as he clenched down around that thick length of meat inside him.

“Ah… Fuck… Drackonthanri…"

The dragon's name slipped slowly from his lips, for it was rather a mouthful for him to get out. It didn't matter in the heat of the moment, for he could have been saying anything at all, as far as Drackonthanri was concerned. The topping drake to Dusty's back thrust and humped, putting every ounce of energy and strength he had into every roll of his hips, glutes and quads tensed, more tension than may have been recommended layered into his hamstrings too.

He growled, a low, long, insidious sound twisting through the air as he crammed every inch of his cock in, though Drackonthanri was aware his second shaft wasn't getting the attention it needed, not yet. His exposed shaft teased over Dusty's balls, grinding under the dragon's body as if it was seeking pleasure elsewhere, though Drackonthanri didn't mind too much. He would see to it, in the end, he had every drop of pleasure he wanted for himself.

Dusty, of course, was well enough along for the ride as he moaned and tipped forward, his nose tipping slightly, as if he was prey to pleasure. Yet Drackonthanri would not have been able to satisfy his need if not for Dusty coming across him, so he was rather on the thankful side for that too. The knots at the base of his cocks pumped up a little more, thickening faintly, yet the dragon was not worried at all about being able to sink them into Dusty's backside.

After all, the dragon was riled up and ready for him, squeezing around his cock already, panting and moaning like he was going to lose himself if Drackonthanri pulled out before he was ready. Drackonthanri grunted, licking his lips in a lewd, wet slap of his tongue, but couldn't wait a moment longer to take his full pleasure.

Dusty groaned, glancing back, though the round of his own shoulder stopped him from seeing what Drackonthanri was up to, even if he could feel it. The dragon drew back all the way, so only the very tip of his cock was still inside Dusty's tail hole, carefully holding both of his dicks together with one hand. With his shafts ground up luxuriously against one another, he was in prime position to grind into Dusty, slowly but surely, penetrating him with both at once.

“If you weren't so easy to get into," he rumbled, growling playfully, “I might have waited a bit longer to do this."

Dusty wanted to tell Drackonthanri that it was only because he was so good at relaxing around his cock, but, well…he didn't have the words or the breath to do so, not at that time. He panted open-mouthed, a faint groan rolling by his parted lips, yet it was not up to Dusty to do anything at all as Drackonthanri played every drop of control he had available to him.

The stretch was luxurious, just as he remembered – though Drackonthanri had gone more swiftly than usual and there was a brief flare of pain too, something he had not been quite prepared for. The pain was quickly overcome, however, by deep, warm pleasure, his backside too tight around both cocks rammed into him at once. Drackonthanri thrust, rolling his hips, grinding deep – though Dusty's tail hole opened up around him, accepting the offering of two dicks under his tail at once.

Briefly, Dusty wondered just what it would be like to fuck Drackonthanri with two cocks, either two in one hole or one cock in each hole. Really, it wouldn't matter all that much to Dusty, for he had already fucked Drackonthanri's pussy on more than one occasion. It was a treat to be allowed to do so, however, and he wanted more, drooling thickly as he imagined powering into the dragon with even more cocks to go around.

Maybe that was something, however, for another time, leaning into the spell of magic Drackonthanri wove. He'd ask him about it.

Dusty inhaled deeply, the scent of musk and sweat on Drackonthanri's palm helping ease the strain even more, though it was not entirely Dusty's doing as he was able to relax around the dragon's cocks, two shafts powering ruthlessly up into his ass. He tried to rock back, but he just wasn't in a good position to do so, his quads quivering as they sought merely to brace and hold him in place for the sheer, raw lust he sought to enjoy. The knots on Drackonthanri's cock ground together against Dusty's tail hole, tempting at what was to come, thrusting inside so he could swell fully, bloating out and tying their bodies together in short, sharp thrusts of raw lust.

Drackonthanri slammed in, a low grunt startling even him, lust rising. He had to cum, his cocks achingly hard, for that part of him had not yet climaxed. It just wasn't the same, getting off with his female parts, and he snarled as he thrust and ground, putting every ounce of energy he had left into his body into every hump of his cock. The drake's backside tightening around him was all he needed to get off, even though Dusty's moans rose too, Drackonthanri's cock grinding into Dusty's prostate with every thrust.

“Unff… Yes…" Dusty groaned, lapping eagerly at Drackonthanri's palm, though he wasn't quite in his right mind, not then. “More…"

Drackonthanri was only too happy to deliver, yet he had to grind in harder, breath hitching in his chest, lungs tightening as if the next breath simply wasn't going to come. He hissed through his teeth, all four balls bouncing off one another, as the need to cum seared through him, burning with an inner flare.

“Mmmm…"

Finally, he let loose his lust with a heady growl, the kind of growl that seemed to seep and twist through the trees around them, calling others. Yet Drackonthanri did not care all that much about remaining undiscovered, thrusting harder and harder as his cum spilt inside Dusty. The dragon's ass closed around his cocks, milking them of his seed, though he ached for more, the raw power of climax ripping through him.

“Nnngghhh…"

Pulse after devout pulse rippled through his body, his balls fat and overfilled with his heat at Dusty groaned and ducked his head, snout breaking from Drackonthanri's hand and brushing the ground. Yet Dusty was right where he wanted to be, even as Drackonthanri unloaded in his rump, relishing the tiny rivulets of cum that trickled down the sides of his members, though only a tiny amount teased out. It was as if it was just there to show off the thick swell of the knots grinding up against one another, locking him into Dusty, while, finally, Drackonthanri let loose the spell.

Stroking Dusty's belly, Drackonthanri growled, tongue lashing his muzzle, feeding his magic into the dragon before him, fingers lightly indenting into Dusty's flesh. Yet there was mostly muscle there, even with the swell of them tensing and contracting, every pulse of cum that he emptied into Dusty's tail hole pumping out his stomach more and more with seed.

“Mmmm…"

Dusty blinked and looked down, his stomach churning and gurgling…yet lower than he might have otherwise thought. That was odd… He brushed his hand over his lower belly, glancing back at Drackonthanri, though the smirk on the dragon's face surely didn't mean anything other than fun for them both.

“Unff… Drackonthanri?"

The drake only growled and licked his horn, however, trailing his tongue down to Dusty's cheek as the spell worked on his body too. Drackonthanri could not stay as close with the thick round of his stomach forcing them apart, though Dusty's stomach swelled too, something hard and jostling grinding up against what should never have been there within his lower stomach.

“Mmmph…"

He squirmed, still plugged by Drackonthanri's cocks, though that was not for that moment, no, for more pleasure was to come. Dusty panted heavily, tongue lolling out wetly, and sank into sensation, Drackonthanri giving him the eggs they'd agreed, his lower belly bloating out more with their lumps. The eggs needed to make room, though Dusty didn't quite know where they were being held within his body, not as his stomach swelled to full term, the outlines of the eggs smoothing out as his body accommodated them.

“Mmmm… Oh, that feels…"

“Good, right?" Drackonthanri added, filling in the gap when Dusty didn't seem able to do so. “Mmmm… Hold tight, I'm gonna pull out…"

Dusty shivered, yet the pull of those knots on his tail hole still burned for the faintest of moments. His backside was well-prepared, however, and a deluge of cum poured out in the wake of Drackonthanri's cocks pulling out all the way, leaving Dusty's tail hole gaping lewdly, as if he would never tighten back up again.

The dragons, however, had eggs to be laid, Drackonthanri helping to get Dusty into position, squatting side by side. He, after all, had laid eggs before even if Dusty had not and knew how to tell they were coming, bearing down and encouraging Dusty to do the same.

“Come on… Give it a good push, dragon…"

Dusty moaned, open-mouthed, though the sensation of the eggs working their way down his rump, out his anal ring, was something he'd never experienced before. His passage stretched around the first egg, but even his pucker had to strain wider still as a fat, round egg, the tapered end still inside his ass, bore out.

“Unff…"

Drackonthanri fared better than him, his cunt pushing and contracting, better placed to grind out egg after egg, for, while Dusty was working on the first, he already had his second out. Drackonthanri hissed pleasurably through his teeth, head twisting, the need to cum already throbbing through his cocks, bouncing and rising to aching attention. He pawed at Dusty's shaft, though it was not as if the dragon ever needed much encouragement to get hard.

Dusty moaned, the eggs grinding over his prostate as they were laid, though pushing eggs from his ass was not something he could have anticipated doing when he got up that day, no. His cock throbbed, leaking pre-cum, though the sensation strained and stretched, making him pant, chest shuddering, his tail trying to lash back and forth even while he needed to balance himself.

So bad was his balance that he couldn't even twist to take in the growing pile of eggs under his tail, though he could see Drackonthanri's, how the dragon's pussy flexed a little, right at his entrance, when he pushed out an egg. The mess on the grass spread and spread, the eggs drooling in piles of arousal and cum, the hard shells glistening with it as if they had been especially adorned for their viewing pleasure.

Drackonthanri groaned, rolling his head back, though he couldn't help himself, need coursing through. Dusty would either come along with him or he wouldn't, pawing off his two cocks, even if he didn't really need the additional press and slide of his fingers around his lengths. He was close already and took the lead with a blast of a roar, jaws hanging wide, as he climaxed on the ground before him, cocks jerking and bumping into one another as he spent his seed.

The force of his orgasm helped the eggs from his pussy, sliding out with a sudden rush of arousal, each egg well-coated as the pile beneath him grew so it nearly touched his rump. Drackonthanri's eyes, however, slipped to Dusty, how the dragon twitched and juddered in place as if he was trying to hold back and contain himself, even if there was very little, in all actuality, Dusty could do to stop the flow of cum.

He bellowed throatily, his cry hoarse and raspy, as he followed the first dragon into orgasmic bliss, balls emptying their load as a thick mess of cum spilt into the grass. It flowed between the blades undiscerningly and Dusty was too far gone to care, even as his seed, somewhat, soaked into the ground. His tail shoved down as the last eggs shot from him, forced out by the sudden clench and push of his passage, his ass stretching viciously wide around the largest egg yet. Though that was exactly what Dusty would have said made his orgasm better and stronger than ever before, cum arcing out before him as it shot from his length, Drackonthanri sharing a breathless grin with him.

Slowly, the dragons slumped to the ground, Drackonthanri more careful of the eggs than Dusty, though Dusty didn't know what the heck was to come of those. He chuffed a low laugh, throat trembling lightly, and spread his legs out a little, his shaft still half-hard, though his balls ached like he'd need a bit of time before he was actually ready to go again.

“Mmmm…"

“Hey," Drackonthanri said, calling his attention. “Look up."

Apparently, there was no time to enjoy the afterglow warming them through as other anthros, of all species, surrounded them, a bear and a wolf with their cocks out and in their hands already. Drackonthanri licked his lips salaciously and, even where he lay with his pile of eggs just to his side, spread his legs for them in an open invitation.

“Mmm, come on then," he panted heavily, catching sight of another, a femfur, who had her eyes on his cock and her small hands shoved under her skirt. “There's plenty to go around…"

Dusty gulped, though shuffled on to all fours, barely able even to come back to himself. To him, it looked like mating season was just beginning – and there he was, caught up in the thick of it too as if he had always been there.

The dragon smirked, lips parted breathlessly, as the anthros crowded in.

How fortunate for him.

How fortunate for them both…