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Description: Three explorers venture into the depths of a jungle in search for a hidden treasure. What they find instead has four paws, a striking coat, and the unrivaled desire to sniff where it shouldn't.

*Jungle Heat *

Nemnth's wings burned when he landed upon the sandy shores of the Emerald isle. With a pained growl, the red dragon walked towards his friends. Soryn had a toothy smile on his face, while Marama still rubbed the aching joints of his trembling wings.

"Owww. That was too long a flight for me."

"Come on, batty. Was it that bad? You look like Nemnth shoved his pride up your bunghole," Soryn swished his tail, the mirth on his face still persisting through the snarl draping over Marama's snowy muzzle.

"I'll show you how bad it hurts in a moment, you freaking-"

"Where? In the tail?"

Marama scrunched his muzzle with disgust as Soryn suddenly turned around to expose his naked bottom. He had no decency. Marama thought of him as an anthro who walked too often in the skin of a feral, but a naked gender wasn't anything out of the ordinary for Nemnth. The dragon saw his fair share of members. Even smelled them. And right now, Soryn's musk wasn't quite as pungent as the smell oozing from his wings, or worse, his privates, the only parts of a dragon capable of sweating. For that, Nemnth tried to stay away from the group for the time being.

"I can see neither of you is in the mood for jokes so I'll get right to it. C'mon guys, time to do some exploring."

"Don't even dare," Marama growled.

"Dare to what? Set up a bar with ice cold drinks?" Soryn winked as he slowly walked back to the plane that sheltered all of their belongings.

"Sounds good to me," Nemnth rubbed his snout along Marama's hand. "Let's just see what he does."

"Yeah...I'll drink with you guys, but you're not getting any petting, you winged house cat."

After they refreshed themselves, the three friends slowly walked towards the lush jungle. Marama went ahead. The iced lemon juice he drank must've worked quite some wonders, because every step tested Nemnth's endurance.

"I thought dragons were supposed to be resilient," Soryn said. For all his excitement, he wasn't much of a sportsman.

"I was thinking. Thinking out loud," the dragon quickly turned his head towards the sea to avoid Soryn's gaze. "How many hours has it been since our departure?"

"Three and a half? Four?" the canine scratched his head. "I haven't kept track. It's still midday, so we'll have plenty of time to see what's in that jungle."

"Maybe..." Nemnth licked his snout with apprehension. "If there is a buried city, there are also guardians. Traps that can-"

"Tickle your paws?" Soryn poked Nemnth under his wing. "I wouldn't worry about the marvels crafted by the ingenious minds of ancient civilizations. There's a reason why they're dead, you know. If they adapted, maybe we would have found a lodge on the beach. Or better. A pleasure house!"

Nemnth fluttered his wings. Talk of pleasure always got his blood warm, and this wasn't really the best moment to get excited over another male's seed coursing through his-

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" the canine ran his warm, padded fingers between Nemnth's horns. "A dragon to hide you under his wing and perform unspeakably lewd things with his tongue."

Nemnth's claws pressed into the coarse sand. He wanted that more than an hour worth of rest. More than even a cold gust of wind to cool off his sweaty wings.

"Warm...wet...almost as nice as the feel of his cock brushing along yours. I had this lizard pal who loved passive love-making. He just kept me tight against his chest and let his cock do all the work. It doesn't feel great. Not at the start...but after a while your senses open up to the smells, the heat, the humid squelches of your partner's slit pounding along his throbbing cock...It's a slow ramp-up process, but when you blow, pfffushhh!" Soryn threw his hand off the dragon's head. "You erupt harder than a champagne bottle put under a day's worth of centrifugal force."

"In theory," Marama glided back to rejoin the group.

"In theory my ass! I've shared my entire sex life with you!"

"And I didn't listen. Cock tales aren't a venue I'm particularly interested in."

"That's your problem, white boy. This dragon here is a true connoisseur in the arts of pleasure. Real pleasure, not that weak sauce witty drippy things you do with your females. What's the difference between fucking a faucet and sticking it into a cunt, hmmm? Half the time I can't even get it up from the horrible moans they put you through. I mean, can you get faker than that?"

"Cheap porn has its place, but no. I'm not dating that kind of females."

"Cause you're too busy loving your paw, handsome," Soryn made a rude gesture right in the white wolf's face.

Marama somehow managed to keep an impassive glance. As eager as he was to defend his views, he knew when to attack, and when to keep still.

"Amuse yourself all you want. At the end of the day, all your wit, jokes, and cock theories aren't going to stack up against basic biology. Males are meant to mate with females. Not their hand, not a slit, not a cock, condom or whatever ridiculous toys you come up with, because we aren't born out of an ass."

"Bah," Soryn grunted. "We had this talk before. What, are you gonna argue about female superiority all the way to the ruins?"

"No. Just until you let go of your male ego and accept the other gender is just as good as your own."

"Never."

"Then I see no reason to stick around."

After Marama flapped off towards the jungle, Soryn crouched to look the dragon in the eyes.

"He'll be around, red. Don't worry. Batty might be stubborn to defend his ideas, but he's a good friend. One of the best I have, actually. Let's quicken the pace now. Don't want to let Mr White steal our glory, eh?"

Nemnth snorted in approval. He straightened his neck, keeping his eyes ahead. The heat of the jungle engulfed him soon enough, bringing along a myriad of other scents to his sensitive nose. Spicy fragrances mixed in with the sweet flavor of blooming flowers, creating a burst of aromas. Not only that. Insects buzzed and sung all around him in their skittish way while birds danced from one branch to the other, playing and hunting among the verdant canopies of the proud trees.

There was so much life at the foot of the forest, and Nemnth had yet to properly enter the jungle. He placed one paw before the other until the sand gave way to soft, humid earth. Fronded leaves brushed against his scales from all sides. Nemnth pushed through them with the help of his horned head, only to find more vines, more plants, more trees.

"Let me," Soryn slinked forward without waiting for an answer. "I have good eyes too, dragon, and a much slender constitution. Mind my tail, and I'll make sure you don't get those beautiful wings tangled into these vines," he pushed a group of them out of the way. "Sheesh, they're long, and wet! Follow me!"

Nemnth did just that, eyes fixed on the canine's bushy tail. The violet tip added quite a nice contrast to the ruddy fur of his body, and his feet were quick to cover ground, probably thanks to the soft pads.

"Careful!" the canine hissed slightly too late. Nemnth already took the step that sent his scaly chest bumping into the canine's back. He lunged forward, skidding along the humid ground before he stretched his hands and jumped ahead, rolling back onto his feet.

"Close," he chuckled as he retrieved his hat just before it left his head, propping it back into a proper position. "Come along now. No reason to pout like a silly hatchling. Shit happens."

They walked without speaking for a while, keeping on high alert for any eventual dangers. Nemnth took hefty breaths through his flared nostrils. Although he couldn't smell any dangers, the humidity of this place slithered under his scales more effectively than any tooth or claw. The air was stifling, impregnated with enough water to make his scales slick and shiny. He took larger steps in a futile attempt to cool himself off. His wings sweated profoundly. Thin streams of translucent liquid fell along the light red membrane, rolling over the throbbing blood vessels that helplessly tried to cool off his blood until they met the dragon's shiny scales. Nemnth jerked his wings whenever he had the chance. Vines tangled them easily, and the tough bark of the trees scraped his sensitive membrane. Since he couldn't run through the verdant maze, all he could do was to flutter his wings and take deep, lengthy breaths.

"God's dripping cock," Soryn muttered as he flapped his hands in failed attempt to cool off his breezy fur. "This jungle feels worse than the festivals we have back in town. Dancing on those poles feels like you're swimming in lava, but at least we can drink something to cool ourselves off. I'll probably have to drink my own urine if we can't find a water source soon."

Nemnth gave a growly reply.

"It's alright, dragon," he waved him closer, laying the soaked pads of his paw under his jaw. "The jungle isn't really fit for your kin, but I'll take care of you."

Nemnth closed his eyes, enjoying Soryn's padded fingers as they traced the crevices between his scales towards his chest. "Yep. In a few years you'll remember how much of a pest you were when you complained on and on about how hot the jungle is."

Soryn licked his nose and turned around, yet even so he couldn't keep help himself from chuckling. "Laugh, and I'll smite you."

Mirth made the journey a bit more bearable for a dragon whose wings were constantly shoved, poked and scrapped. He was fortunate to take ten steps without some roots tripping his claws. The vegetation was rather horrible, but the wildlife matched it tenfold. Huge buzzing fliers hovered around his wings, itching to sink their huge trunks into the unprotected membrane. Nemnth whipped his tail around to ward them off. That worked only when they came from behind. The spider webs sticking to his face were not quite so easily avoided. Nemnth kept his eyes squinted after he took his fair share of spider produce, narrowing his vision to what lay in front.

He kept walking like that, shoving flies and giant mosquitoes, warding off the heat with his wings and panting with his mouth open, thinking the jungle already threw its worst at him.

He was wrong. A blur of brown struck from the side. Nemnth instinctively flared his wings to protect himself, but that sent his membrane straight into the snake's gaping jaws. Twin fangs pierced through the skin, unleashing a jet of heated fluid. Nemnth snapped his jaws around and ripped the snake apart. Half of its body fell, while the other dangled from the dragon's punctured wing, squirting jet after jet of warm poison.

Nemnth snatched it between his jaws and threw it straight into Soryn's chest.

"What the...that's an ugly snake you just threw at me. Did it bite you?"

The dragon dipped his head quickly. He lifted his wing to the canine's widening eyes.

"He definitely got you," he opened up his backpack to get a cloth strip and a small bottle filled with a red liquid. He quickly uncorked it, soaked the cloth with the cold mixture, and pressed it against the wound.

"It hurts," the dragons snarled.

"Good. That means you're still feeling something. I'm not sure If this all-purpose abolish potion is going to work," Soryn cursed. "We need water, or plants. Adder's tongue, Night's veil, Reagent's blood...God's puckered balls, I'm not sure we can find half that crap in this blasted jungle," he looked up, eyes wide with concern. "How are you feeling?"

Nemnth nuzzled into his shoulder to let the dog know he was fine, yet a strange coldness took hold of his wings. He lifted them, and his eyes widened when his joints barely jerked in their sockets. Nemnth tried to flap them. He put all his strength into his wing muscles, only to watch his proud wings gradually lose all their strength in the span of a few heartbeats.

"That's not good," Soryn tried to lift one useless wing off the floor. "Move it, dragon. Move it!"

Nemnth growled, slamming his tail into the ground.

"Good. You can move that, at least," he removed the cloth from the dragon's wing and sniffed the punctured holes. "It's some sort of paralytic poison with delayed effect. Most snakes can kill or incapacitate their victims within minutes. You're a freaking big prey, but I'm not willing to base my judgment on what this jungle can or cannot do. We need to leave, now."

Nemnth followed in the canine's footsteps, his steps becoming slower and clumsier. He blinked his eyes several times. His eyelids felt so heavy all of a sudden, his limbs so weary. With a growl, he wobbled to the side, right into a tree.

"Bloody blazes. Are you alright?"

Nemnth tried to stand up, but his legs bucked under his weight, and he fell on his belly, wings splayed, tail curled halfway around his body. He watched how Soryn kneeled by his head, touching and rubbing everywhere with his agile paws.

"You're getting colder. This is bad. Bad bad bad."

His pack once again spread open like a female's vent. Potion after potion was carelessly thrown on the ground in the canine's mad rush to find the right bottle. "Where is it?! I took everything. I'm sure I have everything!" he kept rummaging quickly while the jungle started to cool off to a manageable temperature.

Nemnth tilted his head to the side, taking shorter breaths through his increasingly constricting throat. The dog panicked at the sound of his wheezing breath.

"This should work," he grabbed three shiny bottles, uncorked them, then spilled measured quantities inside an empty flask until the fluid turned into a sickly brown. "Looks terrible and tastes just the same, but it should wipe whatever ailment infected your body."

With that being said, the canine pushed his hand between the dragon's jaws, spilling the liquid on the base of his tongue.

"Swallow."

Nemnth tried to, only to cough instead. The canine frowned. Both his hands went down the dragon's throat, tickling the flesh, forcing the swallowing reflex. Nemnth clamped his jaws shut. He swallowed the cold fluid, holding the canine's arms inside until he slowly regained control over his muscles. The first thing he did was to open his maw wide enough for his furred friend to pass through.

The canine breathed a sigh of relief. "I would've said some ugly things about your scaly hide if you didn't give me a proper scare," he looked over his saliva drenched arm. "Bleh. I should make you clean this."

Nemnth poked his tongue forth. Soryn stumbled back, pushing his bare feet into his head. Nemnth would have given him a thorough tickle if he felt a bit stronger. Right now, he just turned his head around, looking at the dead snake while Soryn gathered his supplies.

"Come on. Get up. The thing I gave you isn't exactly healthy. We need to find a water source, fast. Up, you lazy lizard, or else I'll just leave you here until your ass turns into a geyser. Wouldn't that be a sight to behold, I wonder?"

Not to him. Losing control of everything spooked Nemnth quite a lot. He scrambled on his fours, then poked his canine companion. He got a quick rub over his snout in return. Warmth felt so good right now, when each step took him away from that accursed snake. The heat of the forest slowly returned the blood to its normal flow, and soon the air became stifling again.

The trees thickened ahead of them. This part of the jungle looked a bit wilder. Nemnth could see creatures jumping from branch to branch, shuffling through the canopy above or hiding in the bushes and fronds littering his sides. He felt a certain amount of danger, yet not quite as much as he felt when Soryn tiptoed his way back to the dragon's side.

"Shhh...I've seen something."

"Big?"

"About your size. Green, I think. You're a freaking dragon so there's no contest who wins in a fight, but just in case, I'll get my-"

Soryn's words mixed in with Nemnth's growl as the creature leaped out of the trees. It was as big as he said. Green too. It stared at the two cowering males for a few tense moments, then approached with its head down like a dog in search of a good petting.

"Here, fluffy. C'mere," Soryn beckoned the creature until his hand made contact with its snout. "You see this one, Red? It's an Inca-Ren. Very rare around these parts. Some are aggressive, while others..." Soryn smiled as he brushed his hand along the creature's muzzle. "Guess you can see for yourself."

There was no growl. Not even a flinch. The creature just worked his head around the canine's hand, demanding rubs like an oversized house cat.

"Didn't I tell you I know my way around ferals?" Soryn turned his head back with a smile, then chuckled as the creature pushed its nose into his crotch. "Ungh, that's...not really where you're supposed to...naarrrhhh..." a long groan left his maw as his sensitive sheath was nuzzled this way and that by the Ren's slippery nose. "Y-yeah...I think they know their way around me too, you pervy fluff!"

Nemnth wasn't only intrigued by the bizarre creature, but aroused by how interested it was in sniffing musky areas.

"O-ok, that's enough. Red, see if this guy's a male. I can't freaking tell when his nose's right up in my balls."

While the inca-Ren was distracted, Nemnth pushed his nose between its legs, right under those strands of fur wet with the creature's scent. The breath he inhaled was so enriched with male musk, Nemnth blinked his eyes several times just to remain aware of his surroundings.

"So? He's got a cunt or a cock?"

"Male. Rarrr...he's male," Nemnth sneezed.

"Really? You're a boy?" Soryn smiled broadly. "Mind if I get a peek of your package, big boy?"

He wasn't very successful in divining the creature's genitals. Thick fur got in the way, and it wasn't like the fluffy male remained still, often nuzzling, licking, or pawing at Soryn with his soft padded feet.

For a wild creature, he seemed exquisitely tame. Nemnth craved for the chance to sample his musk again, but apprehension kept his paws glued to the ground. The only thing he could do was to admire the creature's fine features from afar. Imagine how warm that bushy tip felt around his wings, how soft the mane was, and if the creature's slit tasted as good as it smelled.

"C'mon, Red. Join in. Get a bit of fluff before this cuddly bastard goes home."

Oh, if only he was completely alone...the things he'd to do that poor fluffy Ren were enough to stir the seed inside his cock.

"Grarrr, I need...l need to leave."

"What? Leave?"

"Pee."

"Do it here. Not like he minds a bit of musk."

"I...I can't. I'll be back quick." Nemnth tucked his wings and walked into the jungle. Like a dog, he lifted his hind leg and marked the earth every few steps, leaving a trail of scent for the creature to follow.

By the time he emptied his bladder, Nemnth went far enough away to smell only his scent. The dragon fretted around for a bit, unable to rest with his entire cock slapping against the hard scales of his belly. He left his mark upon the jungle, right in another male's territory, and sure enough the inca-Ren came out of the trees, licking Nemnth's salty urine off a few blades of grass before wetting them with his own.

The red dragon lost all manner of control. He dived between the Ren's legs to lap at his cock head for a few precious moments before the member retreated inside its clammy home. The creature growled. Nemnth too snarled, too aroused to even move as a warm tongue lapped at his exposed cock. Three quick licks. That's all he received before he felt the inca-Ren's paws latch around his hips.

"Grarrr..." he growled softly.

The creature took that as an encouragement, securing its grip on the red dragon. There was great pleasure in being mated by this beast, yet more than that, Nemnth wanted to feast. To lick that musky slit again. To feel the creature's hot seed spurt into the depths of his maw.

Nemnth wrestled the Ren off him. A wave of guilt washed over him. To see that proud creature trail back with his head bowed was not part of his plans, yet even so, the red dragon felt an erotic kind of pleasure from seeing such a magnificent creature submit to his whims. Thel -as he decided to call this exquisite creature- was none too impressive. His fur was thick and nice, blackened by the stripes of a predator. His limbs were also rather muscular, not built with brunt force in mind, but with a mixture between strength and agility. His feet were shaped like a canine's, armed with short claws and warm, soft pads that were upon him shortly after.

He indulged Thel in a short scuffle, then treated him where ferals liked it the most, on that certain part behind the horns. The soft, trembling growls resurfacing from the depths of his lengthy throat flared the heated motes traversing Nemnth' body. His tongue traveled in long, sinuous strokes towards the horns, then quickened into a few circling motions. He paired those with the sharp touch of his teeth, grazing gently through the lush mane before.

Thel's exotic ears shivered as the creature moaned outright, surprising even Nemnth with the intensity of his cry. It was entirely unexpected to see Thel pant like a lust stricken beast with moisture coating the clear insides of his eyes.

Nemnth almost choked when he saw the inca-Ren's entire spire throb restlessly against the slimy fur of his underbelly. The smell was overwhelming. Nemnth couldn't help but breathe that sharp fragrance of musky odor deep into his nostrils, feasting on the precursor of fertility. Thel looked impressive at a glance, but from a single whiff of his scent Nemnth learned more about the inca-Ren than he could ever see. He knew he was just about ready to spill his essence into the grass. All it took was one touch. One warm tongue in the right place to trigger the most intense pleasure a male could experience.

Nemnth flicked his tongue out, lapping the hot air around Thel' cock, his snout contorting with all manners of lust and excitement when a resounding wave of laughter washed through the jungle, sudden enough to put the two males on high alert.

"Damn. Damn, I'm sorry," Soryn bounded over. "I've never seen you get so snarly before. Is he that tasty, Red?"

"Grrr...go away!" Nemth hissed.

"Go in way, you mean!" Soryn gave the creature another rub over the head. "I was his first friend, remember? I deserve to get at least one part of this fine creature."

"Please...." Nemnth begged. "I want him. If you were feral, to smell his scent as I do..."

"I know, dragon, I know..." Soryn rubbed Nemnth's chin with one hand while the other trailed along Thel's rump. "I've always had a weakness for musk. Dragons are especially tasty. I'll try to hold back if you want me to, but I don't know how long I can manage that," the canine gestured to his own growing member. "You've made the first move though, so he's yours. Have him in any way you wish. I'll be in good hands."

With that said, the canine grabbed hold of his member. A shudder ran along his body, dispersing towards his twitching nose. With three long breaths he feasted on the beast's scent, then licked at the bottom of his slit, that broad tongue slowly climbing towards the creature's lifting tail. Thel not only liked the attention. He loved it enough to thrust his rear into Soryn's nose just to keep that warm tongue centered on his pucker.

Nemnth watched his friend for a moment. There was pleasure in his growl, but also discomfort. Pads weren't meant to stroke the sensitive flesh of a cock, but Soryn grabbed and pumped and stroke, working himself towards an untimely climax.

"No," Nemnth's tongue wrapped around the wolf's wrist. "You don't have to-"

"Nghhh, shut up and gimme that tongue."

Soryn plunged his hand into the dragon's maw, using copious strands of saliva to coat his member to shiny perfection. The groan that left his trembling maw spoke louder than any word, but Soryn didn't want to waste his time on that when his tongue already made Thel rake at the ground with lust.

The creature not only growled. He rumbled with need. Nemnth stared at that dark green organ that bobbed before his eyes, so thick, so moist, so desperate for attention. Precum dribbled endlessly from the tip, a sign of the creature's intense arousal. Sometimes it oozed out in the form of steady drops, other times it squirted, but it never stopped oozing the moisture needed for a proper impregnation.

Nemnth didn't wait any longer. He opened his maw, stuck his tongue out, and took as much cock as he could fit inside his slavering maw.

Thel hissed sharply, then growled ferociously loud as the better part of his cock was engulfed by a moist curtain of intense heat. Nemnth applied just enough pressure to keep the member steady while he directed it deeper inside. He had to be careful. His teeth were sharp, and Thel's maleness too eager to squirt. Nemnth pushed his head closer towards the Ren's slit, a mess of sticky juices and scents that made the red dragon too feel uncomfortably aroused. Thel was big. It took way more than a snout to fit him in, but Nemnth managed to get at least two rows of ridges past his scaly lips. How sensitive were those? He couldn't reach them with his tongue, so he brushed his lips along them, the feel of rugged on soft too intense for Thel to bear. His maleness hardened like stone, the two remaining pairs of ridges flaring like spines onto his hardened cock.

Nemnth shut his eyes. It was coming. He felt it thrums rippling along with Thel's increasing growl. And just in that blissful moment, Marama had to make his appearance.

Nemnth noticed his approach with the corner of his eyes. The white canine preferred to watch instead of speaking. What he thought was anyone's guess until Soryn opened his maw.

"Like what you see, white fluff?"

"I've seen orgies before."

"Not like this you haven't," Soryn huffed. "Go on...Do your first male...there's nothing better...than to feel him squeeze around your cock as he cums, nghhhhh!"

"Intriguing...but I'm not into males."

"Fool..." Soryn muttered, his face scrunched with pleasure. "Do your hand then...like the million times before."

Nemnth focused back on his feasting. He couldn't really focus on words with such a tasty treat occupying his maw. Thel's pre seed trickled to a stop, a bad omen for any male with a cock in his mouth. Nemnth swallowed all the saliva he had, then wrapped himself as tight as he could, sucking with gusto upon the hot rod of a creature brought on the verge of ejaculation.

Thel clamped down like a clam. He coiled around himself, his tail trembling hard, toes grabbing, raking, or flexing depending on the paws. His smoldering growl even hitched for a moment, and Thel seemed to freeze.

Nemnth prepared to gulp. Within the next moment, Thel's slit clamped with an angry squelch, and the Ren roared his heart out, pushing the first spurt through his bloating cock with more pleasure than Nemnth ever imagined. Thick, hot slime slammed against his throat, forcing his swallowing reflex far too soon. A quarter of seed went down, with the rest pooling inside his maw. Nemnth tried to keep it in, suckling and pressing his jaws as tight as he could without hurting Thel. His seed was a precious gift thrumming with young life, and Nemnth never imagined himself failing to swallow this potent offering. As soon as his throat relaxed, he prepared to swallow again.

The next spurt stormed his maw. His scaly lips bloated to refuse, and within less than a blink several streams of thick, milky goo exploded through the gaps between his teeth, dribbling down his jaw like a waterfall filled with the purest of essences.

Nemnth forced down everything he could, but his maw had too little space to give. He swallowed a fragment, and the third spurt caught him unprepared yet again, spilling through the same gasp.

Thel cared not one bit. For him, cumming was cumming. His roar held just as strong, alternating between higher and graver pitches depending on the state of his cock. When it was hard, he climbed. When he released, he descended a bit lower.

Nemnth blinked hard and fast. He smelled through the haze of arousal. He saw it right before his eyes, a slit packed with juices that kept on dribbling.

So he wrapped his tongue tighter, took a deep breath between spurts, then started milking Thel as quick and hard as he could. His tongue engulfed the better part of his member, and Nemnth worked hard to keep it safe and snuggly while his lips grabbed at the sensitive ridges. Overtaken by the increase in stimulation, Thel oozed with renewed vigor. Nemnth waited until his maw was filled, then swallowed the whole load down, taking Thel' essence in one hard satisfying gulp.

Eating came easy after that. He synchronized his throat with the spurts of the member, and every time Thel unleashed, Nemnth swallowed, still making sure to apply the correct stimulation every time the cock inside his maw shoved out its load through the bloating tip.

"Graawwwwww!" Soryn howled his climax, the canine's cock launching ropes of milky seed at Nemnth's snout. Though he closed his eyes, the dragon took rope after rope on his face, the taste of canine cum adding to the generous amounts of goo already filling his maw.

Marama couldn't hold himself back. His pants went down faster than a lightning strike, revealing the wolf's hardened cock. Marama didn't ask. He pushed himself into Nemth's clenching tailhole, ramming the dragon's arse again and again with his member until his bloated knot found passage inside Nemnth's puckered halls.

The sharp pressure cut through him like a lightning bolt. Weakened by the taste of cum, the red dragon's cock spasmed with helpless abandon, heaving once, twice, trice before unleashing pelting streams of male essence upon the bare ground.

Nemnth didn't growl. He choked on his own pleasure, swallowing the seed of one male and taking the essence of another as he was filled from both ends at the same time.

"Yaaawwwrrrrrr!"

For all his stubbornness, Marama ejaculated with the lust of a male who hadn't bred in ages. Hot strings of seed dashed through Nemnth's sensitive tail muscles, prompting him to squeeze harder, faster, to empty his own cock of all the seed it stored within.

It took a while until the waves of pleasure dimmed. As soon as that happened, Nemnth pulled his head back. His tongue ached fiercely, his maw felt weird and sticky, his nostrils stung with the smell of arousal.

But he was just as satisfied as his friends. Soryn panted in the aftermath of his climax, while Marama still kept going, one string at a time, tempting the red dragon to another mating session.

***THE END***

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