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A Soft Conquest

The Hippogryph might have expanded beyond the borders, but the conquest shall be slow… And soft

With a dirty towel to wipe his face, Napalm removed any traces of dust and coal that might have stuck to his red scales. It had been a long morning for the Dragon, working on the mines to extract the charcoal used for forging new weapons for the conflict.

It was said the conflict between the Dragon Kingdom in the East and the Hippogryph colonies was painful, heavy with casualties, and always requiring more Hippogryph soldiers, more armors, more steel. More…

More that was slowly driving Napalm’s village to a halt as most men were forced to work in the mines to ensure the peace between the Dragon community in the village and the Hippogryphs barbarians. However, today Napalm left early.

For the last few days, he had been working overtime and more than anyone to fill the quotas for the mines. Even the overseer was impressed by Napalm’s dedication, and though they had a hard time accepting it, the Hippogryph guards relented and allowed Napalm to leave the mines in advance.

So Napalm walked out, following the tracks to the village’s center. However… Something struck him after he collected a few flowers on the way in. The village seemed… Empty.

The market, bustling in the evening, was silent with all the stalls closed or empty. The shops, usually with their doors open to welcome clients, were all closed. The merchants seemed absent, gone. No… Even the Hippogryphs, the barbarians, as none patrolled the streets.

This was… odd. No signs of battle, no signs of combat. Yet, everyone was gone, but Napalm could hear voices from the distance. So people were still there, but none dared to leave their homes?

A tinge of fear struck Napalm’s heart as he approached, he stomped onward… He approached his house, his heart drumming in his chest.

He thought, at one moment, to knock at the door. But no, he opened it, and…

“Cheers!”

The mugs met and Napalm’s heart eased as he saw two familiar faces. Not his husband… But two Hippogryphs barbarians. They, too, formed a part of the men guarding the village and as soon as Napalm opened the door, they turned to him.

Their yellow beaks split into a smile, the fuzzy white feathers on their faces lifted in amusement.

“Hey Napalm!” “Afternoon.”

“Hi… Guys,” said Napalm, trying to put a name on the two males. They were sitting at his table, covered with a red tablecloth, in his living room. The place was a bit disorganized and smelling like someone had been fighting. Yet, he couldn’t remember who they were as he approached.

“Come! Sit and join us!” beckoned one Hippogryph, the largest of the two with red feathers along his brows.

“Huh… Where is Ari?” asked Napalm, dubious yet watching as the smaller bird was already pouring beer from the keg on the table. He did not overdo with the foam, and Napalm was almost glad as he watched the dregs of their last meal.

“Oh? Ari? He must be busy,” said the smallest Hippogryph. Finally, Napalm remembered his name, Tero. Tero, who, in that situation, looked at the door leading to Ari’s workshop in the back. “Say, Napalm. How’s the work in the mines?”

“Hmm… G-Great?” said Napalm, surprised by the incongruity of the situation. Still, Kel, the other Hippogryph, cut some sausages and offered Napalm a few cold cuts. “It’s exhausting.”

“Oh, I know. I hear you’re all too tired after one entire day. I’m sure it must be tiring for you all Dragons, hehe,” said Tero, giving Napalm the elbow, but gently.

“Yes. Most of the time, I am so sleepy. It is so exhausting.”

“But it’s important!” added Tero, waving one cold cut. “But you know what’s also important?”

“What?”

“Taking care of your lover’s needs. Oh… Do you know how important it is?”

Napalm cocked an eyebrow, releasing the flowers he had collected for Ari: they were all variants of purple irises, Ari’s favorite color.

“Yes? I imagine?”

“No… Nah… Naaaaah,” chuckled Kel, shaking his head. “You’re in to offer your girl or man a flower. But… You know. Dragons are sluts!”

“We’re not sluts!”

Yet, Tero shook his head in denial while crossing his arms.

“Dragons are slut, Napalm. But that’s fine. We’re here to handle it, hehe.”

Again, another elbow as Napalm was strangling himself with the beer: “What?”

“That-”

“Sorry, have you seen the tiny Elin. He has my eyes, don’t you think Kel?”

“Yeah, sure. But he can’t beat my little Aniss. Her feathers, they’re mine!”

Well, Napalm couldn’t deny the young Elin and Aniss were Hippogryphs, and might look like the two. For Red Dragons to spawn Hippogryphs, it couldn’t happen unless the father wasn’t a Red Dragon. And well… Most of the community were Red Dragons, since they belonged to the Kingdom before, but the Hippogryphs...

As they kept talking, more names cropped up, leaving Napalm curious as he sat at the end of the table, eating his cold cuts.

“Well… What’s… Why are you here then? We don’t have… Females or children.”

“Oh, true!” laughed Kel. “We wanted to give Ari his meal.”

“Meal?”

Knock Knock!

As Napalm was about to question what happened or who it was, the door flung open. A keg under the arm, the face and beak covered with kisses marks of all colors, there was the biggest Hippogryph of the colony. Restro, or known as the guard captain.

Not the best man to hang around, but Napalm looked at that monster of a Hippogryph with a harness tight around his chest… And nothing more. He was buttnaked, with his genitals exposed. Cum seemed to drip from his sheath and the cock inside, and his leathery scrotum was, too, covered with smeared kissed marks of different colors: gold, purple, pink, red.

“Hey guys! I’m back! Oh… Hi Napalm! You’re here to watch? Don’t worry, we’ll keep you the best spot!”

“What?”

Napalm blinked but looked back at the two Hippogryphs as they pointed down. Down under the tablecloth. Napalm’s eyes widened as he twisted and lifted the tablecloth, finally finding Ari after all that time. One head planted between a Hippogryph’s legs, one posterior happily pummeled by another Hippogryph’s cock, Napalm’s eyes met with Ari who… Moaned loudly. And the Dragon stopped peering. Napalm straightened, looked at the grinning guards.

He… Was red-faced, ashamed. But oh boi, his cock was stirring inside his loins.

His pants strained as he looked at the quasi-naked Captain approach and drop the Keg on the table, sitting right by Kel who was getting sucked.

“You didn’t break him, yet. Boys?” asked Restro, looking at the Hippogryphs on either side of the table. Then, he glanced at Napalm and chuckled.

“No, not you, don’t worry. I know you won’t break Ari. He’s too much of a size-queen.”

That… Was true. Ari was a size-queen. Even Napalm, who had been the biggest Red Dragon all around courted Ari accounting on his… Dicksize. Well, he had eight inches. Napalm was not small. Not at all. His cock, even as it poked at his clothes, was wide and had a bulbous tip. The uncut foreskin would be peeled, revealing the slightly greasy skin from days of work.

Lately, Ari was distant and willing to spend entire nights in the workshop. That was the reason.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Yeah! Right!” chuckled Restro, encouraging the other to follow. “Say Napalm, you don’t mind? I know you and Ari are close. Like married and all, dunno what it means for you. But it won’t break your couple?”

“Well-”

“Yeah because we’ve been fucking Ari for the last what… Eight months?”

“Ten months, boss,” commented Kel.

“Ten months. So… It’d break our heart to see you suddenly break up for something so stupid as opening your couple to Hippogryphs!”

“No… No, that’s-” still tried to say Napalm, red-faced. But Tero beckoned him and Napalm felt almost obligated to approach, under the Barbarians’ inquisitive gaze and encouragement. From so close, he heard the faint moans. No, he heard the suction from both Ari’s mouth, so used to listen, or of his asshole firmly tugged on by the Hippogryph’s massive cocks. And yet, he was hard like steel. He trembled, quivered, but he was so excited. So… opinionated in trying to show a straight face, not to be called out or exposed. So afraid they would see he was… Excited by the prospect.

He tried to control his muscles, not to expose himself. But it was in vain.

His pants were damp, with a darker spot around his bulge as he listened to Ari’s moans under the table. As he heard the loud huffs from his Husband getting high on the Hippogryphs’ musk. Ari often complained in public how loud and obnoxious the Barbarians were, how smelly they were. Dirty, never bathing, with their grimy feathers and their dirty loincloths. Yet, Napalm listened to Ari kissing their nuts, licking them, and humping back. He heard the sounds of Ari moving, the patter of the hands meeting with the cum pooling underneath the table.

Was it a common occurrence?

Ari always cleaned up their house after the Barbarians were done?

Napalm bit his lips, tempted as he put his hands on his groin, massaging it.

“Hehe, that’s right. Red Dragons love to share their partners so much. Plus, you can’t compare. See Tero? He’s the smallest of my troops. Yet, I’m sure he beats you!”

“Fuck you, Boss! With all due respect!” growled Tero, though he lifted the tablecloth to reveal his spread legs.

Ashamed, Napalm bit his lips and watched the Hippogryph’s equine cock hard and turgid, dark-brown, and glimmering with sweat. And lube. Around it, Ari’s rim formed a delicious ring that glistened and sucked, creating an air-tight presence that kept the Hippogryph from pulling back. And that posterior, covered with red-scales, looked thoroughly smacked and abused. In fact, Napalm could even feel the heat radiating from it as he watched, still squeezing his bulge.

“Watch this, a real cunt!” laughed Tero as he pushed against that ass while lifting the other arm.

By pushing, he forced Ari away. And with it, there was a loud Schlooorp. One as cum, precum, and more lube poured form Ari’s hole, revealing how much of the equine cock had been inside. So much, even the median ring had been gone inside Ari.

And he was the smallest? In comparison, Napalm could only reach the half! In contrast, Napalm’s cock was a dicklet, a cocklet, anything that could be used to describe an inadequate male like him.

And he kept stroking himself, trying to squeeze his nuts and cock through his pants as gone was his dream of spending a romantic afternoon. But he smiled, shyly.

“Hey… Watch this!” continued Tero, approaching his hand to the entrance and slipping one thumb inside the orifice alongside the cock. The tug was slow, steady… But with enough pressure, the thumb was wedged inside and Tero used to tug on the rim. He tugged away, afar, spread until a glimpse of Ari’s purplish inner walls were revealed. And he chuckled.

“See! Size queen! I bet we could fit a Red Dragon cock inside!”

“You think?”

“Wouldn’t be the first,” chuckled Rastro, serving Napalm’s mug again. “You can remove your pants, tiny Drake. We’re between us.”

“I-”

“I see you’ve been cranking one out. You can pull it out, that’s normal for cucks to love the sight. Because you’re one, that’s it!”

“I’m… Not a cuck.”

“Prove me… And show me you’re not erect behind the table.”

“Nah, he’s not,” said Tero, glimpsing at Napalm’s cock. “Pal, get out of those pants. Don’t be a liar!”

“I’m…”

Napalm gulped, but opened his belt and started to pull down. Oh yes, he was hard, erect. Excited. He had been so blue-balled in the last few months. Sometimes, he cranked one out in the middle of the night. One day, Ari even sucked him off.

So if he was a red-Dragon, he must have gotten his purple balls from somewhere.

Balls he exposed as he pulled his pants down, revealing his pinkish cock and his heavy nuts. Yet, he looked at Tero, who was glancing at his cock. Seven inches, purplish, with the foreskin almost unveiling the tip. No… Napalm was not a small dicked Dragon, even his apple-sized nuts were honorable.

But they did not compare.

But the Hippogryph was not laughing, rather he reached between Napalm’s legs. The Red Dragon froze, afraid. But the clawed fingers closed on his shaft and started to masturbate it. And Napalm cringed, his breath quick.

“See! Ain’t bad!”

“How small he is?” asked Kel, adding more cold cuts. “I never saw a hung dragon.”

“I shit you not, he’s half my size?”

“Really?”

“I’m…”

“Oh, you’re hung!”

Napalm dared a smile.

“For a Red Dragon.”

His smile vanished and his expression shifted, even his position on the bench. But the Hippogryph’s clawed fingers were still on Napalm’s cock, rubbing, yanking, massaging, and pulling on the foreskin.

“That’s not your fault. You were born that way. That’s why we conquered that place and are fucking your girls. We’re doing a favor to everyone. I’m sure the tiny Ridge will have a bigger dick than his “Father”,” chuckled Restro, taking one cold cut.

A faint moan then escaped from under the table, and he pushed Kel away, taking his spot before a gargling noise continued.

“Feed Ari properly, won’t you? I’d be sad if he spends the whole day hungry,” added Restro.

Napalm tried not to act out. Or to act at all. He didn’t know how to react, especially as he was being stroked and massaged. As his cock was still assaulted by the Hippogryph’s deft fingers as they passed over his cocktip, over his length, over the base. Tero even squeezed the base until the foreskin was thoroughly peeled off before yanking up, and… Well, covering the entire tip. Tero knew his stuff. And underneath his touch, Napalm was clay.

He bit his lips, clenched his jaws. But it only took a few more seconds before he blew his load. And hit the underside of the table.

He sighed, then, as his posture relaxed. Shoulders. Mouth. Legs. Even his tail and wings reacted by shaking a little before he smiled.

“Wo-Woah,” he managed to say.

“Heh, I know,” said Tero. “Most cucks are afraid. Like what? We’ll bite your head off because you’re cranking one out? Haha, no! We know what’s the deal with you. The bitches got someone bigger, and you are blueballed.”

“When was the last time since Ari let you fuck him?”

“Three… Months?”

“Fuck, really?”

“More… Like five?”

“Hmm hmm?”

“Eight?”

Red-faced, Napalm covered his modesty before looking down.

“Ten… months,” he finally said, ashamed. Though, almost one year was not so bad, right?

But he had Tero’s hands land on his shoulder, rubbing it.

“That’s fineeeee… Here! Let me give you something!”

Napalm’s eyes lifted, curious. Maybe expecting something? But he did not expect to have his head shoved against the Hippogryph’s chest. And Ari was right. The Hippogryph reeked. He smelled of blood, rust, burnt wood. And many more smells that turned and wronged Napalm’s nose. But there was that musky perfume, raw, intense. An aroma he could get amidst the sweat-caked feathers before he was led to…

Well, underneath Tero’s arm.

“Here we go again,” growled Restro.

“What? They’re loving it.”

“Yes. But… Fuck. How many Dragons are watching me fucking their bitches already? You want to add Napalm to the lot?”

“No harm, no foul, boss.”

“Urgh. We’re better off doing it in public!”

“Great idea! What about in the inn?”

Napalm heard them speak over him. But he didn’t listen. His mind, his soul, was focused on the enrapturing and powerful perfume emanating from Tero’s chest. Yet, as he watched, he kept hearing Ari moan and groan, more loudly. The trio were fighting, arguing. In the meantime, Napalm felt… His cock stirred again.

He was getting stiff once more despite having his head locked in the pits of a dirty, pervert, racist, and disgusting Barbarian. But it was hot. The smell was exciting. The aroma titillated his nose and got him excited like nothing before.

Well… Maybe Ari’s ass. But Napalm was not certain he could please his partner anymore when that ass had been wrecked by a Hippogryph. It would feel like trying to slip one small finger after someone got their ass cratered by a fist.

And Napalm was the finger, the little finger.

Still, he rubbed his nose against the sweat-caked feathers. He drank the smell from Tero before he chuckled and pulled Napalm away. A Napalm, who grinned stupidly, sweat stuck to his scales. His eyes were rolling, his eyelids fluttering.

“What do you think?”

“What do… I think?” answered Napalm to Restro.

“Fuck. He’s already gone?”

“Told you, they love it! Pure Hippogryph smell! Nothing beats that!”

“But a bath,” added Kel.

“Don’t complain if I get the most sluts. What do you think, Napalm? I smell great?”

“M-eybe-” slurred Napalm, his face feeling a bit numb before… Well. He felt a hand tug him.

“Great. Under the table, too!”

In his state, the Dragon couldn’t resist much. And it was with a sort of disinterest he was forced between Tero’s legs, between those hooved feet, to have his face practically meeting with the cock reeking of ass and cum. Ari was still at it, pushing back with his hips while riding that cock. And under the table, Napalm could see all the details.

Ari’s wings had been attached, like clipped. His face covered. His legs, his arms, bound. So the only thing Napalm’s husband could do was ride the dick or suck it, or choke on one.

Meanwhile, Napalm watched Tero, who shushed him.

“Be a good Dragon and clean my balls.”

Balls. Balls that dangled from the front of the bench. Balls that were drippy, heavy, with a sort of musky cloud surrounding them. Balls Napalm watched dangle and move like they were alive. Their tantalizing vision caught him entirely, dragged him into the Scrotum’s folds, into the leathery surface glimmering and yet beating against Ari’s posterior. Then… Something happened. The Hippogryph switched, and one sat by Tero, Restro.

Tero pulled back, leaving Ari’s hole gaping, and the Red Dragon moaning loudly. However, Restro was back inside while Napalm had all the pleasure of observing those low-hanging nuts swaying with the movement, following them. And then… Well, nudging them with his muzzle.

“Faster,” ordered Tero, scoffing, passing a hand on Napalm’s forehead before he gripped him by the horns and forced Napalm to rub his nose against the leathery and sweaty balls.

Their stench was intense, brutal. Yet, Napalm’s irises dilated, and his breathing relaxed as if his entire world came to a stop. His breathing slowed, his jaw dropped, saliva dripped. His tail even wagged as he took a whiff. Then another. Then again.

His nostrils tickled from the strong Hippogryph perfume mixed with the one of ass and cum as Tero’s equine cock dropped atop Napalm’s head, right between the horns.

“Come on. Give them a bath so they’re happy I’m taking one,” chuckled Tero.

“That’s not how it works, Tero,” countered Kel.

“A tongue bath is still a bath. And I wouldn’t make them waste the pleasure,” scoffed Tero as he kept rubbing Napalm’s face against his balls. He didn’t allow the Dragon to catch his breath, to stop, or step back. Instead, it was a ceaseless rubbing that pushed Napalm deeper within his mind’s recess, assaulted as he was by the fragrant stench that was taking his mind and thoughts away.

It was good.

It felt good.

It smelled good.

And soon, the Dragon was back rubbing himself, passing a hand on his cock to stroke it. He masturbated over the stench of sex coming from that perverted Hippogryph. He was all for it, his saliva dripping from his mouth as he started to lick and worship, coating the skin with his tongue. He licked, he salivated, he explored, he nudged at the folds while the treasure of sweat and precum made Napalm’s tongue tingle… And his mind go afire, excited, burning, yearning… Yearning to worship them.

On the side, Restro was still fucking Ari, taking him, probably pumping an egg or two inside Napalm’s husband. But would he care? Did he care? No. Not as he huffed and covered with saliva those nuts, polishing them, leaving no spot, no place, nothing untouched. He was dedicated to that craft, to that worship, until his tongue started to feel dry and hurt.

Even then, he continued by kissing those balls, leaving them attended to and kissed while the Hippogryphs above were chuckling and laughing their asses off.

“Seriously, he’s great! We should keep him around,” laughed Tero.

What did he say? No… Napalm’s mind blanked as he worshiped those balls, even as he was poked away… He returned to it… Returned to those balls when possible. And it was only when Tero forced that cock against his lips that he stopped, instead focusing on kissing and cleaning that flared cocktip, removing any traces of juices, lube, precum, sweat, cum… Anything that might have sullied that godly spire the Dragon started to suck and impale his throat on with many gargles and gagging.

“Well. You complain about cleaning up. And the mines aren’t doing so great… What about giving them tiny-dicked bitches a real job?”

-

“Restro… I tell you, I need Napalm back,” growled Sinor.

The Red Dragon, strapped with the attire of a miner, and had the dusty scales to prove it, looked at the Hippogryph leaning against the door.

Though, again, the Hippogryph was naked and Sinor tried his best to avoid looking down. He already had a hard time in his couple with his wife being such a size queen and no longer wanting him. If he ended like the other Dragons, gagging and gobbling Hippogryph’s equine cocks down…

“Hah! As if he’d be useful now. But sure, if you can find him a replacement!”

Restro straightened and turned, his fluffy tail wagging while he opened the door, leaving it open as if to invite Sinor inside.

Inside… Well, the scene was different. The stench of booze, sex, meat, and more was sticking everywhere. The windows were wide open, but the spring breeze wasn’t enough to chase the stench away while Sinor entered, careful. Most Hippogryphs stayed at their garrison, but some had little “spots” among the villages, whether with a female or a male, they desired…

“FUCK ME! RUIN MY PUSSY! MY KING!”

But nothing as important as the couple’s house, where Napalm and Ari used to live.

Restro walked inside, whistling to get two Hippogryphs’ attention. One was drinking, lazying around with his cock out… The other? He had Ari bouncing on his lap, the poor Dragon blindfolded and screaming his lungs out. Probably that his nose was too burned by the stench to notice Sinor’s arrival as the elderly Dragon was scratching his arm. He looked around, searching for Napalm.

The two Hippogryphs were seated on a low wooden bench, with a back support, as they faced the entrance, waving at Sinor.

“Hey! Another whore for us?”

“Maybe,” shrugged Restro, looking over his shoulder. “Who do you say you’re looking for? The bitch or the cuck?”

“The cu-” started Sinor, shaking his head while glancing. Where could Napalm be? “Napalm. I am looking for Napalm. Where is he?” asked Sinor, grumbling and frowning.

“FUCK MY HUBBY! RUIN MY CUNT!”

“Chill. He’s working a lot lately,” laughed the drinking Hippogryph. “I mean, he cleaned me like what… One hour ago? Got his tiny prick hard.”

That same drunkard even went as far as smacking his nuts, showing the polished leathery skin before he turned to his compatriot.

“What do you say, Kel? He’s working well, right?”

“Hrmph… Just as hard as Ari,” chuckled back the fucker, his cock pushing and delving inside Ari’s asshole. A hole whose vertical split and whose rim made it look no different than a female, especially with that wide and round belly stuffed with eggs coming from all the garrison and stamped on with the sigil of the Hippogryph conquest.

But again, no trace of Napalm as Sinor growled.

“Fine! I don’t know why you’re so hellbent on keeping and hiding him, but I’ll search for someone else!” shouted Sinor, turning tail with fuming nostrils, stomping away.

It was fast… Enough for Restro to be still filling a mug with one of the real-sized tankards in the corner of the room. He took a sip, raising an eyebrow… And raising the second from Tero’s question: “Will we get in trouble, Boss?”

“In trouble?” chuckled Restro, approaching and letting his genitals swing. “He’s only a surveyor. Plus, he’ll be back to choke on our cocks, soon.”

He approached the bench, then poked Kel’s shoulders with one order. “Move.”

The fucking Hippogryph growled, groaned. He was too lost in pumping another load inside Ari’s wondrous pussy, in stuffing that belly so round it was impossible for the Dragon to move around without holding it.

But it was not what they wanted, they didn’t need a slutty Dragon to stroll around. They only needed a living toy for them to fuck and for it to ride. One that begged for an equine cock like now.

“Move,” repeated Restro, much to Kel’s apparent displeasure as he scooted aside with many grumbles. From him, from Ari… Oh, and from Napalm, too. Though the latter grumble was completed by a sigh of relief and satisfaction.

“Hey Napalm, you heard about it? Sinor’s looking for you,” asked Restro, patting the sweat-caked muzzle. “Dunno what’s the use for a brain-dicked Dragon. But he wants you.”

“Wh-… S-inor?”

“Yeah, your former boss, he wants you back.”

“N-No,” mumbled back the Dragon, his head covered with the bench… While the rest of his body was hidden behind the bench.

A glance back, and Restro saw how the Dragon came again on his own. He did it so many times, a tiny puddle formed around Napalm’s hips. It was what? Four ejaculations? Maybe five? Just from polishing nuts and eating asses? Still, Restro chuckled as he took the sight of that inferior cuck cumming hands-free. Not that he could use them when the Hippogryphs kept him attached and bound, sure to keep him as their live-in cleaner.

“Yeah. You’re better here, cumming like a good ass-addict.”

For a second, Restro wondered what to get cleaned… But decided to give in to the need as he sat on the bench with his legs spread, feeling the warm muzzle press between his cheeks.

It had been what? Only one month? And Napalm had become the good ass-licker that community desperately needed. His tongue was like silk, and that mouth no different. More than that, hearing him try to praise and have that mouth muffled by his own ass made Restro giddy as he snapped his fingers.

One moment later, he was given cold cuts and notched on them while he reclined, watching Kel massaging and holding onto Ari’s belly.

In the meantime, the Captain felt excited as he had the Dragon’s warm tongue start to dig into his ass crevice. After an entire morning patrolling the streets and ensuring the Dragon’s compliance, ensuring they were following the Hippogryph’s just orders, Restro had been sweaty.

Sweat that stuck to his feathered collar.

Sweat that stuck to his prim fur.

Sweat that stuck to his leathery skin.

Sweat the Dragon was licking and slurping down, with his tongue darting between the cheeks, pushing against them with a prehensile strength that surprised Restro and the others the first time.

But now? Now, it was good to have that muzzle pressed between his cheeks, huffing the smell of ass coming from the Hippogryph’s rim. All the while, that tongue pushed against the orifice to collect any beads of fluids before delving inside the orifice, collecting the natural lubrication that tended to accumulate there.

It felt great… Good, even as the Hippogryph started to masturbate, watching how Kel was about to cum again, pumping his last load inside. One thick and drippy load before he grumbled and lifted Ari’s thighs, releasing the pressure on the asshole that released a cascade of cum onto the ground.

Surely, some would slip underneath the bench and add to Napalm’s current “baptism”.

Not that it was important when it was Restro’s turn.

“I WANT THEM! I WANT YOUR EGGS! HIPPOGRYPH EGGS SIR!”

“Hear that cuck? Ari wants another egg from me? You don’t mind, do you?” laughed Restro, receiving the slutty Dragon on his lap, watching that face caked with cum and that jaw-dropping and lolling, same as that tongue, whenever Ari was not busy crying his love for equine cocks or sucking one.

Presently, it was easy for Restro to slip his digits inside and have the dragon suck on them.

As for Napalm, he did not fight it. No, his licks were even more pressing and digging deeper, exploring the depths of Restro’s asshole, toying with the inner walls while the Captain aligned his fat cocktip with the gaping and creampied entrance.

“Oh yeah… Ari’s so loose. You couldn’t even feel if you’re inside. You know, you should thank us for keeping him busy and stretched,” laughed Restro.

“Hell yeah… Captain, could he clean my cock when he’s done?” asked Tero, going for another set of cuts.

“He will… For every one of us. Napalm wouldn’t miss the chance to taste his husband’s ass. It’s the only way he can have a moment with Ari.”

There was a grunt, and the tongue-playing was slower. Enough for Restro to notice it as he chuckled… And grunted when half his cock plunged deep within Ari’s orifice.

“Or taste our cocks, Slut.”

As he said that, the tongue was suddenly faster and acting up. No, unleashing a barrage of attention on Restro’s asshole as he gloated and chuckled. It was so easy to play with the Dragons; they were like fiddles.

Hippogryphs only needed their cocks to play that instrument.

Much like Ari’s moans and cries when the Captain pummeled those stretched guts. He hit them, the walls… Even the Prostate, while the pathetic Dragon’s erection spilled another short load on the ground. Something almost watery compared to Hippogryph nut. But it was good to see Ari ejaculate and to feel his asshole desperately trying to clench and hold onto Restro’s cock while the Hippogryph gloated… Chuckled… And moaned from the tongue hammering his prostate.

“Go on, Napalm. Deeper. Make me cum inside your husband. He wants another Hippogryph egg,” chuckled Restro, feeling how Napalm’s tongue rolled and pushed, his muzzle entirely digging into Restro’s ass. The Dragon had no shame, even now, as he was huffing pure ass musk.

A scent that sent Napalm berserk as he worked tirelessly, licking, tasting, sampling, and hitting Restro’s prostate faster and faster while the Captain pumped inside Ari’s hole.

He laughed, Kel laughed, Tero laughed. They all laughed as they heard Napalm’s muffled moans amidst the cries from Ari and huffs from Restro.

Deep… Needy… Powerful moans that echoed another of Napalm’s cumshot as he gave Restro’s prostate another lick… And sent the Hippogryph ejaculating into Ari’s ruined cunt. Sending another shot filling and exacerbating Ari’s bloated guts… Then more as Napalm was not stopping, not even as Restro’s rim closed on his tongue. Not even as the Captain laughed to his fill.

“Fuck yeah… Milk me more, little ass-licker! And maybe we’ll keep you around when we convert the rest of the colony! What’da say?”

Napalm’s sole answer was another cum shot. And another moan.