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“Do you even know what you're doing?" Shruikan's deep, rumbling voice cut through the stillness of the chamber, his golden eyes locked on Thorn with a mixture of amusement and challenge.

Thorn, perched on the edge of the stone dais, tilted his head, his crimson scales glinting faintly in the dim light. His tail flicked lazily, the sharp tip brushing against Eragon's leg. “I think I've got it handled," he replied, his tone dripping with confidence. “But if you're so sure of yourself, why don't you step in and show me how it's done?" Is that jealousy I hear? Thorn added silently, his voice echoing in Shruikan's mind.

Shruikan scoffed, his massive form shifting as he stepped closer. His wings, though folded, seemed to fill the space with their sheer presence. “Jealousy? Hardly. I just don't trust you not to ruin this."

Eragon, caught between the two dragons, shifted uncomfortably. His breath hitched as Thorn's tail coiled around his thigh, the scales surprisingly warm against his skin. “You two are ridiculous," he muttered, though there was no real bite to his words. His pulse quickened as Thorn leaned closer, his breath hot against Eragon's neck.

“Relax," Thorn purred, his voice low and teasing. “You're in good hands. Or claws, as the case may be."

Eragon's heart raced, his mind spinning as he tried to piece together how he'd ended up in this position. It had started innocently enough—a simple conversation about the complexities of dragon magic. But then Thorn had mentioned something about “practical application," and before Eragon knew it, he was seated on the dais with two dragons circling him like predators.

Shruikan's gaze softened as he stepped even closer, his massive head lowering until he was eye level with Eragon. “You're trembling," he observed, his voice surprisingly gentle. “Are you afraid?"

Eragon swallowed hard, his throat dry. “Not afraid," he managed to say, though the way his voice wavered betrayed him. “Just… overwhelmed."

A low rumble escaped Shruikan, something between a laugh and a growl. “You've faced armies, Eragon. Surely two dragons can't be that intimidating."

Thorn chuckled, his breath tickling Eragon's ear. “Speak for yourself. I know I'm terrifying."

Eragon couldn't help but laugh, the sound shaky but genuine. The tension in the room seemed to ease slightly, though the air still crackled with unspoken energy. Thorn's tail tightened around his leg, pulling him closer until their bodies were nearly pressed together.

“You trust us, don't you?" Thorn asked, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable.

Eragon hesitated, his gaze flicking between the two dragons. “I do," he said finally, his voice firm. “I trust you both."

Thorn's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and he leaned in closer, his snout brushing against Eragon's cheek. The contact sent a shiver down Eragon's spine, his breath catching in his throat. Thorn's tongue flicked out, tracing a line along Eragon's jaw, and he couldn't suppress the gasp that escaped him.

Shruikan watched silently, his golden eyes burning with intensity. He stepped forward, his massive body looming over Eragon, and for a moment, Eragon thought he might stop Thorn. But instead, Shruikan lowered his head, his breath warm against Eragon's skin as he pressed his snout to Eragon's lips.

The kiss was unlike anything Eragon had ever experienced. Shruikan's lips were rough but surprisingly gentle, and the heat of his breath sent a wave of warmth through Eragon's body. Eragon's hands twitched at his sides, unsure where to place them, but Shruikan didn't seem to mind. He simply deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against Eragon's in a way that made his toes curl.

Thorn, meanwhile, was busy exploring Eragon's neck, his tongue flicking out to taste the skin there. His teeth grazed Eragon's pulse point, and Eragon gasped, his body arching instinctively into the touch. Thorn's tail tightened around his leg, anchoring him in place as he continued his ministrations.

Eragon's mind was a whirlwind of sensations—Shruikan's lips on his, Thorn's tongue tracing patterns on his skin, the heat of their bodies surrounding him. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and yet he couldn't bring himself to pull away. Instead, he found himself leaning into the contact, his hands finally moving to rest on Shruikan's massive head.

Thorn's tail shifted, sliding up Eragon's leg until it reached his hip. The tip of Thorn's tail pressed against the fabric of Eragon's pants, teasingly close to his growing arousal. Eragon's breath hitched, his hips jerking involuntarily, and Thorn chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down his spine.

“Patience," Thorn murmured, his voice low and teasing. “We're just getting started."

Shruikan pulled back slightly, his golden eyes locked on Eragon. “Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked, his voice surprisingly gentle.

Eragon hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew this was uncharted territory—not just for him, but for all of them. But the way Thorn and Shruikan looked at him, with a mixture of desire and something deeper, something more vulnerable, made his decision easy.

He nodded. “I'm sure."

Shruikan's eyes gleamed with something akin to relief, and he leaned in again, his lips capturing Eragon's in a searing kiss. Thorn, meanwhile, shifted his position, his tail sliding beneath the fabric of Eragon's pants and brushing against his bare skin. Eragon gasped, his body arching into the touch, and Thorn chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down his spine.

“You're so responsive," Thorn murmured, his voice low and teasing. “I can't wait to see how you react to what's next."

Eragon's breath hitched as Thorn's tail continued its exploration, the scales rubbing against his sensitive skin. Shruikan's lips moved from his mouth to his neck, his teeth grazing the skin there in a way that sent sparks of pleasure through Eragon's body.

The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the three of them, caught in a whirlwind of heat and desire. Eragon's hands tightened on Shruikan's head, his nails scraping against the scales there, and Shruikan let out a low growl, the sound vibrating through Eragon's body.

Thorn shifted again, his tail slipping lower, and Eragon's breath caught in his throat as he felt the tip brush against his entrance. He tensed for a moment, his body instinctively pulling away, but Thorn's voice was there, soft and reassuring.

“Relax," Thorn murmured, his breath hot against Eragon's ear. “I'll take care of you."

Eragon let out a shaky breath, his body slowly relaxing. Thorn's tail pressed against him, the scales surprisingly smooth, and Eragon's hips jerked involuntarily as the tip slipped inside. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt—strange and overwhelming, but undeniably pleasurable.

Shruikan's lips moved lower, his tongue tracing a line down Eragon's chest, and Eragon's breath hitched, his hands tightening on Shruikan's head. The combination of sensations—Thorn's tail moving inside him, Shruikan's lips and tongue exploring his body—was almost too much to bear.

Thorn's tail moved slowly, the scales rubbing against Eragon's sensitive walls in a way that made his toes curl. Shruikan's tongue flicked out, teasing one of Eragon's nipples, and Eragon gasped, his hips jerking upwards.

“That's it," Thorn murmured, his voice low and husky. “Just let go."

Eragon's breath came in short, ragged gasps as Thorn's tail continued its slow, deliberate movements. Shruikan's lips moved lower, his tongue tracing a line down Eragon's abdomen, and Eragon's hands tightened on Shruikan's head, his nails digging into the scales there.

Thorn's tail moved faster now, the scales rubbing against Eragon's sensitive walls in a way that made his vision blur. Shruikan's tongue flicked out, teasing the base of Eragon's cock, and Eragon's hips jerked upwards involuntarily.

“I… I can't…" Eragon gasped, his body trembling with the force of the sensations coursing through him.

Thorn chuckled, the sound low and husky. “Yes, you can," he murmured, his breath hot against Eragon's ear. “Just let go."

Eragon's breath hitched as Thorn's tail continued its relentless assault, the scales rubbing against his sensitive walls in a way that made his toes curl. Shruikan's lips closed around the tip of his cock, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin there, and Eragon's vision blurred as the pleasure reached its peak.

His body tensed, his hips jerking upwards as he came with a low, guttural moan. Thorn chuckled, his tail moving slowly as Eragon's body trembled with the aftershocks of his climax. Shruikan pulled back slightly, his golden eyes locked on Eragon's as he licked his lips.

“Well," Thorn murmured, his voice low and teasing. “That was—"

But Eragon didn't hear the rest of the sentence. His body slumped forward, his head resting against Shruikan's massive head as he struggled to catch his breath. Thorn's tail shifted, slipping out of him, and Eragon let out a shaky breath, his body trembling with the force of the sensations coursing through him.

Shruikan's eyes softened, and he pressed his snout to Eragon's lips in a gentle kiss. “Are you alright?" he asked, his voice surprisingly gentle.

Eragon nodded, though his voice was shaky. “I… I think so."

Thorn chuckled, the sound low and husky. “Good. Because we're not done yet."