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Sereve and Kire walked down an old stone road, basking in the sunlight. Sereve leaned back and stretched, enjoying the way the sun warmed her black pelt and the heat of the stones on her pawpads. After they had their fun, Sereve set up her camp for the night and they fell asleep at each others' sides. They roused themselves to feel a cool breeze meandering through the trees, and the morning air was surprisingly brisk. Based off of the temperature, the less intense humidity, and the somewhat less dense foliage, Sereve realized that she had walked further than she thought the previous day. They had either cleared the pass, or were close to clearing it. Sereve confirmed this when they came across the road; she had expected the ancient blocks of stone, and seeing it cemented where she was.

Her musings regarding her route was interrupted by Kire, asking, "So tell me, what is the destination of this journey of yours?"

She answered, "I have no real long term goal in mind; I don't know where my place is, I just know it's not behind me. A good first step is to reach the city of Dieril. Most of the few traders that do get around to my tribe come through there, and I hear that there's even some felines that make their home there."

Kire was quiet for a few moments, before saying "If you do not mind the company, I will travel with you for a bit. Attempting to dispel that wild magic yesterday took quite a bit out of me, and it may be a few days before I am able to fly again." As he said this, he stretched out his great wings, fanning out the leathery golden webbing between them until they were just the slightest bit translucent. "Handsome though they may be, these wings can't actually lift me up, as with most dragons; truth be told, when we fly, magic does most of the work."

As they walked, their talk began to wander between different subjects, until Kire brought up the topic of what Sereve was planning on doing once she reached Dieril; to this, Sereve began to lay out her plans. "The first step is to get a bit of coin; I don't have a lot on me, and I'm going to need to at the very least something else to wear. I'm not afraid to show off a bit..." she said as she raised her tail under her garment and emphasized the sway of her hips as she walked, slightly shaking her exposed ass for Kire, "... but these aren't gonna do a lot for me if it gets colder. Getting the coin shouldn't be too difficult. It depends on what's needed, but I'm a panther of many talents; I could hunt and trade some meat and pelts, or maybe I could find some northerner that hasn't met many feline women and offer him an... exotic experience." As she said this, Sereve once again teased Kire with her toned booty, this time reaching down to spread her cheeks a bit. As she was doing this, she walked a bit ahead of him, and yelped as she felt a hot breath on her. She looked back and saw Kire walking a bit behind her and reaching his neck down to get a closer view. She swatted him lightly on the nose, yelling, "Don't creep up on me like that!"

"If you keep on teasing me like this, you won't be walking for a week when I'm through with you," he rumbled as Sereve noticed his erection peeking out slightly.

"Wouldn't want that now, we're making such good time!" she said, reluctantly letting the cloth fall back over her rear. "Anyways, back to what we were talking of earlier... ah yes, I could maybe gather some materials and offer my services as a minor alchemist or shaman. I'm not an expert, but I'm sure I could get a bit of change for some simple medicines or charms." At the mention of this, Kire perked his head up.

"Ah, so you have some training in the mystical arts. May I see? I always find it fascinating how you get around your limitations," he said. Sereve knew that the limitations he spoke of was the difference between dragons and the various species of furred folks. Dragons had their own innate pools of magical power that they could freely manipulate, while furred humanoids could control certain external sources but not generate their own magic power.

Sereve responded by unslinging her leather knapsack from her shoulder and reaching into it. She said, "I have no real magic crystals, as they are just about impossible to come by back home. If I can get enough cash, I hope to acquire some in Dierel. For now though, I just have these talismans." From her bag she removed a few odd items; one was a stick that seemed to slightly vibrate when it was moved, another was what appeared to be a petrified toad. She proceeded with her demonstration, and Kire watched, eventually making an attempt to teach her. It was an odd pairing, as Sereve only knew the basics of spellcasting and Kire knew even less, as he had no need for the stricter formalizations that humanoids needed to use to use their magics. The dragon could tell discern the flow of magic about her enough to offer speculation and advice, but couldn't tell her exactly what to do to fix it.

Eventually, Sereve noticed that Kire was getting less and less engaged. He seemed distracted by something, and often peered into the forest surrounding the road. When he went silent and stopped walking, she asked, "Is something wrong?"

Kire mumbled in a low voice, "Quiet. I think something's --"

At this, a shimmering grey object shot out of the trees, as Kire's 'something' leaped from seemingly out of nowhere. As it descended on the two, Kire bowled over Sereve and stood over her. A shower of sparks sprayed from where outstretched claws grazed off the stony top of Kire's hide, and as the attacker landed on Kire he threw himself away from Sereve, taking the attacker with him. At this point Sereve got her first good look at the mystery ambusher. It was a wingless silver dragon, a bit larger than Kire was. As she listened to the sounds of the fight, she noticed a distinctly feminine quality to the snarling and cursing coming from the larger creature. This dragoness had scales that were much finer than the craggy-looking formations on Kire, and her build was less stocky and more sleek, yet with a large amount of musculature evident in her movements. Her overall body shape resembled a huge, scaly, feral tiger; a combination of grace and power, and her head reinforced this even more. Her facial structure was similar to that of a big cat, although the muzzle was a bit longer. Where Kire had no visible ears, this dragon had long, pointed ears, that were accentuated by a narrow scale that extended past the tip of the ears, resembling a lynx's tuft.

The two dragons continued to struggle, and Sereve noted that each was continually attempting to clamber on top of the other. Eventually, Kire managed to catch the dragoness off guard and toss her to the ground. He stepped over her body and began to chuckle, and the sounds the two dragons made began to sound less like violent snarls and roars and more like...

Sereve's heart skipped a bit and she felt her skin flush a bit as she realized what she was witnessing. At the same time, Kire moved his legs to pin the dragoness and deny her leverage, before lowering his head down to between her muscular hindlegs. As he examined her, his deep voice rumbled out, saying, "Good to see you again, Telus. Are you out of practice? You're bigger than me, and you got the drop on me. Shouldn't you be the one on top?"

The female dragon, Telus, scoffed a bit, and replied, "You say that, but you're the one sniffing my crotch like an overgrown dog right now. Maybe this is what I wanted" At this point, she seemed to notice and acknowledge Sereve's presence. The dragoness stared the feline down with her fierce-looking purple eyes, trying to cover up her curiosity with a healthy dose of haughtiness. "Who's this cute morsel you're traveling with?"

Kire looked up at Sereve at this and replied, "She's someone I met recently; we helped each other out a bit." Sereve began walking closer and said, "The name's Sereve. I met Kire on my way to Dierel, and he can't fly for a bit, so we decided to travel together for the time being." As Sereve approached Telus's head, she received an unobstructed view of the dragoness's intimate parts, and with a small shock of pleasure, Sereve noticed the dragoness's slit was decidedly not reptilian. The shining silver scales on Telus's back and sides gave way to surprisingly smooth looking, cream colored skin. The skin under her tail was tinged a slight purplish color, growing more intense as it led to her juicy lower lips, which stood out slightly and looked to have a coating of clear liquid. With her sharp eyesight, Sereve noticed these tasty looking lips shudder and contract when Kire's hot breath blew across them, revealing a hint of the dragoness's shockingly purple tunnel.

While Sereve was busy ogling her, Telus looked to Kire and said, "Grounded again, are we? You really need to be more caref --"

At this point, Kire growled and plunged his head downwards. His long, round tongue flicked out and danced across Telus's lips, quickly lapping up all the moisture and leaving a generous coating of his saliva instead. Apparently sensitive, Telus let out an unexpectedly girlish giggle as her most intimate place was teased by Kire's nimble organ.

Sereve, somewhat taken aback by this display, took a step back and stuttered, "If you want me to give you two some privacy, I could..." She trailed off, not even really sure what to do in this situation.

Telus, though, caught her breath a bit and put on her best sultry voice, saying, "You can stay right here, kitty. Most of us dragons have a bit of a 'the more the merrier' attitude towards these sorts of things, no need to be prudish. Besides, I've never fucked a feline before." She raised her head up and, before Sereve reacted, stuck her muzzle under Sereve's skirt and breathed deeply. "Ha! I knew it!" She exclaimed, "Your cunt smells like Kire! I'm sure we could share you, though."

Kire shifted his body so that his hindquarters were over Telus's chest, growling, "You had a good point about me being on top, earlier. Why don't you quit your chattering and put that tongue to better use?"

With this, Sereve noticed that Kire had grown an impressive erection while his nose was buried in Telus's muff, and now Kire was holding his hard cock right over the dragoness's mouth. He bumped it against her nose as she inhaled his scent, and she begrudgingly muttered, "Fine," and opened up her mouth.

As his ridged cock began to sink in Telus's maw, he murmured, "That's a good girl. If you do well I'll be sure to reward you." The dragoness luxuriously swirled her tongue over the top of Kire's dick. Where Kire's tongue was thick, long, and rounded, Telus had a more broad, flat tongue, which came to a point at the tip. Telus used the shape of her tongue to her advantage, and Sereve watched, entranced, as this tongue folded itself to embrace the tip of the dragon's member. Telus slowly, but steadily, raised her head up onto Kire's dick, relishing every inch while using her tongue to bathe every individual ridge in her slippery saliva as it entered her mouth. Without a single sign of difficulty, the she-dragon effortlessly continued this slow slide up to the hilt, bumping into her mate's ballsack with her nose and flattening her tongue out around the base of his cock.

She then started to pull back, sliding the cock from her mouth as smoothly as she took it. When she had pulled off entirely, she made a show out of sloppily licking and sucking on Kire's tip, unflinching as her drool dripped back down onto her face. She did, however, flinch and yelp when Kire apparently decided that she was doing a good job and, true to his word, lowered his head to her cunt and began where he left off earlier. When he had studiously lapped up all of her wetness, Kire finally extended his tongue into her entrance, easily sliding the muscular organ through her tunnel. Telus responded by starting to bob her head up and down on the dragon's dick, the motion causing his smooth, heavy, dark-skinned balls to jiggle and swing in time with her efforts and his shallow thrusts.

Sereve had been watching all this and was completely enthralled by the easy ways in which the two dragons' bodies responded to each other. While her sex with Kire had been delightful, it had been nothing like this. She guessed that Kire and Telus must have done this many times before, as they seemed to be totally comfortable with each other, compared to the experimental and ever so slightly awkward experience between her and Kire.

As her sheer shock at the sight of these two majestic and powerful creatures' intimacy began to wane, Sereve was brought back to reality by the realization that her own cunt had again grown very wet. She wasn't content just being a bystander; she wanted to be a part of this. First she went for a closer view, feasting her eyes up close on the scene before her. She saw the way that Telus was breathing heavily through her nose; she would have been panting, but her mouth was already too busy moving up and down on that smooth rod as her tongue slid across it, creating delighted slurping noises as she enjoyed his taste.

Sereve's gaze fixated next on Kire's hindquarters. She approached the two dragons, quietly slipping out of her clothes. Telus's eyes flicked open and shot an insidious look at Sereve. Sereve grinned and put a finger to her lips, before sneaking up behind Kire. She leaned up to his heavy sack and took a deep breath. His musk was subtle, with a whiff of earthiness and the slight tang of sweat from his current exertions, in addition to just the barest hint of the exotic warm spice that she had noticed in his precum. She then reached forward and fondled his balls, feeling the heft of his sack and using the wetness from Telus's efforts to let her hands glide over the smooth skin.

As Sereve began to play with him, Kire grunted and tried to look back, but Telus intercepted him with her muscular hind legs, folding them around his neck and forcing his nose back to her pussy as her hips gyrated to grind her wet folds against his muzzle. Sereve stepped up her attack by planting a wet kiss on his sack, taking in the vaguely salty taste of his sweat. She continued to fondle him, as she started to lick him, up and down. With each stroke, she used the raspy topside of her tongue to slowly and gently tease him, and the smoother underside to swirl around faster and harder, wetting his skin with her saliva. Kire began thrusting faster and harder at this attention, and Sereve had to be careful not to let her head get hit by his wild motions. Finally, much as she had done with her hind legs, Telus brought her forelegs around Kire's rear and pulled him down as she raised her head up, once again hilting Kire's cock in her muzzle. Sereve took advantage of Kire's immobilized state to resume her assault in full force, massaging his balls deeply with both her hands and her mouth. This sudden stimulation was apparently too much, as Kire let out a loud roar and bucked his hips as much as he could. Sereve watched fascinated as his balls pulsed, pumping his load deep into Telus's throat. Telus let off a bit and Kire pulled out, as both Telus and Sereve moved in to clean him off. They moved around him in tandem, using their tongues to clean off every inch and relishing the odd warm flavor that was even more present than it was in his precum.

Finally spent, the dragon climbed off from on top of Telus, letting her move freely once more. He lumbered over to the side and lay down facing the two of them. He looked at them for a moment, before flashing what Sereve could only guess was the dragon equivalent of a knowing grin. She said, "What are you looking so smug about?" Kire merely laid his head down and replied, "Oh, nothing. You may have won this round, but Telus didn't get off and, well, you'll see..."

As he trailed off, Sereve heard heavy footfalls behind her and whirled around in time to see a mass of silver rushing at her. Telus knocked Sereve to the ground and lowered her head to look at her captive panther. For a brief moment, Sereve thought she was about to be eaten as Telus stared her down with a hungry look in those purple eyes. Then she placed a long, wet lick, starting at Sereve's sensitive, wet muff, and moving upwards, tickling her toned belly before ending up at her tits and gently teasing each of her nipples. As Telus lifted her tongue, she continued moving forward, and Sereve soon found herself face to face with the dragoness's nether regions. Her folds were thoroughly soaked from a mixture of Kire's saliva and her own juices, and even as Sereve looked, a few drops fell and splashed onto her face. At this, she got a sudden deep breath of the dragoness's scent. It had the typical earthy metallic tang of a woman's nectar, but as with Kire's cum, there was something more. Sereve licked some of it from where it had fallen near her lips, and noticed a distinctive taste; it was surprisingly sweet, and had a taste that made her think vaguely of a slightly sour fruit or a sweet wine. The dragon's lips were swollen with arousal, and had an even deeper purple tinge than they had originally, and at this close range her engorged button was visible. Sereve heard her voice call out to her, saying, "Be a good little morsel and take care of this. You wouldn't want me to go unsatisfied, would you?"

At this, Telus's hips started to descend towards Sereve's face, and she was suddenly overwhelmed by the rich, sweet scent. Every inhale brought more of it to her, and something about it set primal instincts in motion and made her almost dizzy with arousal. She eagerly brought her lips up to meet those in Telus's nether regions, and began to lick and suckle at the juicy, engorged flesh, causing that wonderful cunt to release the scent in even greater quantities. The panther's mouth fell upon Telus's clit, lavishing it in licks and kisses as the dragoness began to grind into her face, pressing the cat's nude frame into the warm and smooth stones of the road. Sereve was just about to be driven wild by her lust as she brought one hand down to play with herself, rubbing her moisture into her own clit using her thumb while dipping her fingers into her honeypot.

In the meantime, her other hand went to explore the dragon's cave. She initially began teasing the dragon with her fingers, but due to the difference in size and the amount of fluid making everything slick, she was easily able to slide her whole hand into the purple tunnel. It was an odd sensation; while the dragon's outer lips were warm, her pussy was downright hot, almost to the point of being painful. As she slid her arm further into the dragoness, the muscular walls began to pulsate and quiver, trying to milk the cock that wasn't there for all it was worth.

Altogether, Sereve's senses were totally overpowered. The mild discomfort and sense of domination from being pushed into the stone ground, the intoxicating scents and tastes of the catlike dragoness's juices, the feel of the muscular tunnel around her arm, and the panoply of lewd squelches, licking noises, and moans from both of them all contributed to a total sensory overload.

Finally, a cry met her ears, giving her a tiny bit of warning before Telus slammed down on her arm, her walls contracting powerfully as the dragoness orgasmed on her. This last sensation was enough to push Sereve over the edge as well, and the hand she had positioned at her own entrance began to piston in and out of her as she quickly rubbed her soaked clitoris with her thumb. She, too, cried out, feeling her muff squeeze her fingers in a smaller echo of what had just transpired over her face, and she surprised herself as a jet of clear liquid spurted from her pulsing tunnel, soaking the fur of her thighs and leaving a dark splash on the stones of the road.

With her lust finally sated, the dragoness raised her hips up off of Sereve. Even still, the walls of her sex pulsed and feebly grabbed at the soaked fur of Sereve's arm. As she was freed from her pinned position, the black jaguar woman took a deep breath of the cool, fresh air, letting it chill the slime-drenched fur on her face. As she climbed to her feet, Sereve realized just what a mess they had made; her arm, face, and chest were all completely coated with Telus's nectar, and her own sex and her legs were covered with her own fluids. As Kire got up from where he was enjoying the show and started to slowly ambly over to them, Telus turned to Sereve and muttered, "Thanks, I really needed that. Sorry for jumping you like that. I tend to get a bit overexcited in the heat of the moment, and well, you just looked so... delectable."

At this, the dragon appeared to be genuinely embarrassed, and Sereve replied, "Don't worry about it. It was quite the experience; if someone had told me last week that I would have my arm buried in a dragon's privates in a few day's time, I would have laughed them out of the village. I'm glad I got the chance, though; I left because I wanted to do something new instead of spending my whole life in the same old cluttered huts and hunting grounds, and while I may have gotten more than I bargained for, I wouldn't change it for anything. I would like to clean myself off, though. Do you know if there's any fresh water nearby so I can wash off before putting my clothes back on?"

"I don't know, I think I like you like this. Naked, glistening with my juices, bearing my scent before you so that everyone knows you're mine..."

"That's not funny, in a few hours it'll just be dry and crusty and smell like old sex, and that's not appealing at all!"

Kire reached the two and, having overheard that last bit, said, "I think I know just what you need." He concentrated for a moment as Sereve flinched a bit, having figured out more or less what he was up to. Kire then breathed out what looked like a bubble-filled mist, which swept over Sereve and settled on her fur, creating a warm sensation where it touched.

She shot Kire a look as she shook it off, but was surprised to find that her fur seemed to be completely clean and dry as the mist dissipated, leaving her fur warm and fluffy as if she had just dried off after a bath.

As this occurred, Telus turned her attention to Kire. "As pleasant as it is, I didn't come here just to enjoy your company, you know. I've been talking to Baeryocit, and he said he's started to figure something out; something big picture. I don't quite have the head for the crap that he gets up to, and I'm sure he wouldn't want to explain it twice anyways. He says it's important though, and he wants to speak with us about it."

Kire mulled this over a bit before speaking. "If Bear's reaching out to you, it must be pretty dire. As soon as I'm able to fly again, we'll head out. As for now, though, let's just enjoy a bit more time with our new friend before setting off; the least we can do is see her to Dieril."

As Sereve watched, she could nearly see the connection form in Telus's head as her head tilted a bit and her ears perked up. "About that... from what Bear was saying, we could end up having to interact and cooperate with the various peoples of the world. It might be for the best to have a humanoid with us, in case we need to lay low or avoid causing a disturbance. And Sereve here seems able to take care of herself; if I had to have any of the furred folks working with me, a feline would be up there with my top picks."

Kire turned a level gaze towards Sereve, and said "If you were looking for something different from anything you've done before, this could very well be your best bet. Don't just say yes, though; I want to listen to me and think about this before you answer. Knowing Bear, this is possibly going to be dangerous, and will almost definitely be strange. That said, Baeryocit is another dragon, and he tends to be a loner through and through. He'll isolate himself for years, and the fact that he's seeking out our help means that it's something that is genuinely important. Bear is an odd dragon, but he cares about things that most aren't even aware exist, and we're the closest things he has to friends."

Sereve tried to be objective; she didn't know this Baeryocit, but she knew Kire, and Kire said it was dangerous. She was well aware that she had no idea what she was getting into, and she could very quickly end up over her head. But she was yearning for the chance to do something that wasn't meaningless, that wasn't just a glorified and extended ritual that was only done because "that's how it was always done." She was even already as attached to these two dragons as she ever was to anyone back home; she had had plenty of friends and extended family and people she had fucked when she felt the urge, but it was never anything she felt would last. So in the end, how could she have said no?