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As usual, Rex has had a long day out, hunting animals and gathering herbs. It was his specialty in the household, after all only his senses were truly natural. Out of habit, as he's still adjusting to society even after years of escaping his tribe, and just a few months of living with his mates, he'd knock before realising he's already turning the keys to the place he lives in. He'd grumble, opening in and catching a huff of something cooking.

• Meaty, yes.. Bear? No, no.. boar. Yeaaah.. bo- no.. that is bear! - he'd come to the revelation in the split second he opened the door. Any meat was enough to clear his nose of the scent of the herbs he's brought back, sometimes even losing track of the plants he's hunting amidst the blood of his prey.

• Rex! Just in time. Wash the herbs for me, will ya? - asked the growly voice of a worgen at the stove, magical flames burning up beneath his pan. Cut meat laying on a cloth at his side, and now finally the gnoll can feel the sweet scent of sizzling, oil-coated meat.

Farkas was the chef, the second of their group. Commander to Rex, but they hardly bothered with such stupidity off the battlefield.

As the gnoll washed some of all the herbs, he took them quickly, chopping them up and tossing it all into the pan without hesitation.

• Fuuck, that's the good stuff. Get me some milk and flour!

• Okay, okay, Rex on it.. - he'd say with a tired tone, not having been prepared to get rushed as soon as he got home.

The worgen put up a sauce pan, tossing in just a bit of flour to make the milk thick. He'd season it appropriately, then pour it over the mix of herbs and meat after a bit of further cooking.

A salad already laid ready at the side, which Rex began splitting into three servings, two massive and one fairly modest.

• NYYYTH! - they'd both scream, a bookshelf sliding away soon. A grumpy drakonid emerged, rubbing his eyes and yawning. At 2pm, mind you.

• Whaat.. did you really wake me up for some measly meal?

His interest was clearly in the dream world still. No matter, Rex grabbed him and sat him at the table. A worn, massive wooden rectangle, carved beautifully by Farkas himself, already seen so much despite how little it's been here.

The drakonid transformed, as it was really the only way he actually fit the table. Not having such a large body has also bumped his energy a bit, as after a fairly grotesque freak show, another worgen stood before Rex and Farkas. This was only a facade, though, as indicated by his horns and scaly, thick tail, Nyth was very much still a dragon.

• Cover up. - Farkas noted with a glare, or at least, half of it.

Nyth has already sat, his fuzzy, meaty nuts spreading like a soft dough on the couch, the sheath nested snug in-between them, his belly and thighs.

He'd yank his now loose loincloth and tighten it around himself, then stretching as his food was served.

Rex plated his own meal himself, while eating the same thing, he preferred it mixed with the salad in a deeper bowl without any utensils.

That is one of the many things their table has had to endure.

Farkas and Nyth's salad was on the side, the saucy, herb-topped meat glistening in the few rays of sunshine infiltrating through the window above Nyth's large frame. Of course, Farkas claimed the modest plate, while the other two ate their fair share. He was the only warrior watching everything he eats and training regularly, the other two maintaining themselves in pure action and combat.

Rex was already stuffing himself, muzzle in the depths of his savory meal, feasting like a true beast. He mostly ate his meats raw, or at least unseasoned if cooked at all, and now he's addicted to the worgen's meals. While Nyth didn't sound so obsessed earlier, and he'd never admit, he was quite stuck to the man's cooking himself. Delicacies dragonkind has considered far too measly and unworthy of their taste these days.

• Enjoy. - Farkas said with a warm smile despite his earlier stern display, as the herbs weren't for nothing. Nyth was quite sick, despite likewise not wanting to admit this either. It was undeniable when they slept. Not Rex or Farkas could stand the snotty snoring.

Each finished their meal at their own pace, of course, Rex having been the first. Despite the small bowl, Farkas liked savoring his food, so he was the last one, and naturally, stuck with the dishes.

As he started washing them, Rex cleaned himself up, one of the many chores he's had to pick up in society.

He looked at Nyth, seemingly not feeling too well. He tries his best to hide it, but not even he can bear all the annoyances of a stuffy nose.

The gnoll went ahead and hopped on the couch next to him, sitting into his lap and wrapping his arm around the dworg. That's what he's been calling him for ages, but Nyth has started to accept it.

His grip was firm, clearly worried for the dragon, even though he's survived far worse in the years Rex cannot even begin to comprehend even once he reaches the end of his lifetime.

The dragon wasn't resisting, gently putting his hands on top of the beast. His hugs always felt nice. While Farkas is just as fuzzy and soft, and has treated his unpleasant scent.. undeath was not kind to his body warmth, even when manipulating his own blood to flow.

They cuddled for a while, Farkas looking back to see if the dragon was alright once in a while. Eventually he finished up, walking back with cups of juice...

What awaited him was no wholesome cuddles, not anymore. Nyth's lengthy, tapered cock was throbbing in the air behind Rex, the gnoll's loincloth just swished to the side, exposing his thick, just as hairy cheeks. The tip has been dripping pre all over the thick wooden table, a sight Farkas really could be used to at this point. Doing his best to keep his cool, he sets the drinks down and sits on a couch next to them.

Usually he'd tell them to stop, but he couldn't bring himself to deny the dragon some fun when he's been mostly bedridden for the past few days. All he's done was warn Rex that he might catch it if he does this right now.

• He needs to relax. I'll help. - he'd rumble while sliding his butt out, his tail arching up into the air and Nyth's knot getting to feel the warmth of the gnoll's cunt spread apart on it.

Rex has made his decision, and Farkas has accepted it. He had to be honest with himself, he's been pent up as hell. It may just be time to drive that all out, and his hands were already acting. He'd find himself without his pants in moments, his nuts and shaft laying about the same as Nyth's were, albeit considerably less fat. No worgen can really beat a dragon, can they?

His tip was already filled with blood nonetheless, before he was even considering giving in. Instinct is truly something else in a household of three beastly men.

It throbbed just as Nyth had, slowly rising into the air as his thicker pre ran down the bottom of his cock.

The gnoll and the dragon were still feeling each other, hugging, being all sweet despite what's going on - those meaty lips covering Nyth's entire manhood in the gnoll's natural juices. The worgen reached for his tip, putting a finger under his foreskin and running it around, scooping up musky sweat. He gives it a few sniffs, licking it off before spitting back saliva all over his fingers. They went to trail his entire member, balls to tip, lubing it up thoroughly.

Rex began reaching far enough to touch Nyth's tiny tip, the dragon whining in the heat. It didn't take much more to scoop up the lengthy cock, the gnoll's pussy taking a decent part of it easily. It was about a third of the meat left when his lips spread firmly on the rock-hard shaft, juices starting to squeeze and squirt as he proceeds forcing himself onwards. Nyth grabs his arms, stopping Rex firmly and holding him back, not wanting the beast to hurt himself.

Despite the clear pain, the gnoll was smiling widely, his enjoyment even clearer. He slid out of the dragon's grip, tightening his hold once again on his thick torso and thrusting onto him. His cunt stretches to its limits, just barely slipping back off his knot. He tried further, but began panting now even despite his tolerance.

All the while Farkas watched more and more eagerly, his desperate side coming through the cold warrior persona. He was as hard as he gets, stroking himself slowly but so firmly Nyth would probably scream from the pressure. That was just his way, torturing his cock and taking a slow, big stride with his strokes. He put his paws up on the edge of the couch, letting his nuts hang off and pushing his shaft low to increase his pleasure, never having felt this eager in front of the other two, even when he and Nyth were sharing Rex's holes in a sloppy threesome. Their mattress still has juices dried into it from that day.

The gnoll proceeded to grind himself into the dragon's crotch, finding the way to make stroking that tapered meatloaf as comfortable as possible for his poor, abused pussy. Nyth took it all, looking guilty, but he couldn't maintain that too well as he was ready to blast his seed and breed Rex. The hyena groaned as one of his thrusts finally managed to pop inside that fat, firm knot between his lips. It almost felt like a massive brick getting shoved inside him, making the tapered end penetrating into depths nothing else has been to before, feel like absolutely nothing. Nyth squirmed under him, gripping the hyena again and hugging him as tight as he was hugging the dragon. He felt the cock pulse inside his cunt, sometimes getting a sharp pain deep inside - the burning hot squirts of that sweet seed he's used to now. It slowly fills him, warming his entire body as eventually it squirts out even beyond that massive knot, wetting the dragon's fur entirely all over his thighs and stomach.

Farkas was reaching his orgasm as well, at this point toying with his cock in any way he can that won't make him bust in mere seconds. Finally, as he saw the two come to their finale, be got up, anchored himself behind Rex and grabbed Nyth's horns. Usually this would be beyond simple disrespect for a drakonid, but to Nyth? He was more than glad to see his cold friend so eager and so.. human. Rex was much less appreciative, feeling the fat tip on his asshole, just a moment before he felt it deep inside his gut. It took a few thrusts, but Farkas sandwiched the gnoll entirely at last, spewing seed much faster and much more eagerly into the poor beast's gut.

• Stay.. in... Please... - Rex begged them both for a while, scared of the pain to come now with his clit relieved and relaxed - as relaxed as it can get stretched to its limit, looking like a pancake.

Both agreed, Farkas pushing Nyth to turn and lay down on his back, tossing a pillow under the poor, sick dragon's head. Nyth was content, taking them both on top of himself, although Farkas getting above Rex definitely made the poor thing squirt out a few thick gloves of sperm from both sides.

They all drifted to sleep soon, both Farkas and Nyth softening quite soon after, leaving Rex's pussy to adjust back at a slow pace, but he was the first one to pass out anyway, drooling on top of Nyth's warm chest.

Hours must've passed when Rex woke to the gentle moonlight caressing his face. The heat on his front was as warm as it was when he passed out. His back.. Not so much. But in a way, even the chilly, cold fur of Farkas was something he adored. No warmth behind it, no, but there was still the intent. He got snug, and decided to sleep back if he could.

Later Farkas woke, the gnoll once more passed out. The worgen gently peeled himself off, especially with all the dried cum having fused his crotch hair with the hyena's ass hair. Not a great sight, but nonetheless a great reminder of what a relief he's had finally.

He slowly worked himself out, his soft cock finally escaping the warm trap of pleasure. He stretched out, a bit groggy, but nonetheless.. happy. Getting tight and cosy with these two has always brought a bit of warmth to his chilly heart.

He went to the kitchen, warming some water then heading to the bathroom. He plopped on the edge of the shower seats, pouring the water down himself once it was cool enough with some soap. All the dried spunk came off his fur and cock nicely. The act and warmth flowing down his nuts made it throb a little, but eventually as he dried himself and walked out, it calmed down. Rex was once more restless on top of Nyth. He himself was stuck, but didn't dare to make a move like Farkas had. He went and helped the gnoll off, telling him to get in the shower as well and wait. He had a bit more to wash off, his pussy having spurted all over the two's chest and stomach, but it was fine to work off the gnoll, just as he washed off himself. Of course, he helped clean his filled cunt as well, making him squat and push as much sperm out as he can, then thrusting his fingers in and cleaning him out.

He went ahead and grabbed some chocolate after. It wasn't something they had often, but he felt Rex deserved it, having done something sweet despite, already getting snotty.

• I can never rest with you two, can I?..

The worgen grabbed another saucepan and warmed the chocolate, mixing it with a tiny bit of flour then dunking it in milk, warming in another pot.

He served it to the gnoll, already huddled up in a blanket. Farkas sat next to the two, in a separate couch of course, sipping his own, and keeping Nyth's warm close to the stove. He didn't bother to dress himself, letting his manhood hang between his legs, albeit a bit cold. It didn't matter to him.

Eventually his thoughts distracted him, as he jumped a little when Nyth grabbed onto his thigh. He squeezed it gently, running his claws along before passing out.

Sighing, he put his chocolate on the table, just seeing the spunk melted into the wood. Nonetheless, he kept his cool, lifting the dragon's head and sitting under. Nyth gently nuzzled his thighs, stealing a lick off the top of his fat hog.

• You little shit. - Farkas would reply in a silly tone before stroking his friend, and just a bit, stuffing his nose into his nuts.

Once Rex drank his cocoa, he out another blanket on Nyth, then he joined Farkas on his other side, leaning against him and putting his blanket on the two of them, as well as wrapping around the worgen.

The night passed calmly now, all three snoozing until the morning rays of sunrise warmed their fur.