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"You're sure about this, Asha?" Rhenei asked sheepishly. The red dragoness was curled up atop the hoard she and her mate had spent the better part of a century accumulating. The coins and jewelry that made up the majority of the hoard was diminutive beside a creature like her who stood nearly as large as an elephant. Her serpent friend coiled beside her, however, was small enough that she had begun decorating herself with some of the bangles and torques in the pile and admiring how the jewelry from a dozen different cultures hung on her scaled body.

"Oh, don't be such a kill-joy about this," the green snake chided, rooting around in the treasure pile with her tail, trying to find another hoop or ring to adorn herself with. "After all, you were the one who wanted to spice up things between you and that gorgeous, silver, hunk of scales you call your mate." Asha closed her eyes and sighed, apparently visualizing said 'hunk of scales.'

"Yes, I know," Rhenei sighed as she squirmed herself lower into the pile, coins clinking as her scaled hide shifted along them, letting her sink further into the treasure mound. "But what if he doesn't like the idea of... well... someone else? It's just been the two of us this whole time. And what if you get hurt? I couldn't live with it if this stupid fantasy of mine hurt you!"

"Honey, listen," Asha chided, "You've been a practitioner of magic for how many years?"

"Well, I-"

"Don't answer, dear, I'm making a point," Asha interrupted, "And you've known me, one of the foremost healing mages this side of the Grey Heath, for how many years? And you're worried a little draconic intimacy could do anything more than irritate me?"

Rhenei held her tongue but growled a bit. Asha was her friend but still, one did interrupt a dragon lightly.

"I've made my point. You can answer now," the tip of Asha's tail emerged from under the gold pile, curled around a silver diadem which she gently placed atop her head, looking (for a snake) quite pleased with herself.

"Indeed you have," the red dragoness agreed with a huff. "It's just that... I'm nervous. Like I said, what if he doesn't like the idea of having another female involved."

"Listen, Rhenei, if I know one thing about how males of any species think, it's this; the more females, the better," Asha uncoiled herself and slithered over toward one of the many mirrors that ringed Rhenei's lair. She admired her reflection from various angles, doing her best 'seductive' movements and losing nearly all the finery she'd adorned herself with in the process.

"That looks ridiculous on you," Renei commented with a smirk, raising her head from atop the hoard.

"Did I ask your opinion?"

"No."

"That's what I thought," Asha turned her nose up in mock offense and the diadem slipped from her head and bounced to the floor below where it came to rest among a cluster of goblets. "Besides, I don't think I'll need any of this when the night's over," she slithered back over to Rhenei and nuzzled up against her flank, "Or where I'm going."

The ruby-scaled dragoness purred to herself and leaned down to nuzzle at her friend. The snake returned the gesture, bringing them snout ot snout. Rhenei's neck alone was as long as Asha's entire body and much thicker around. Being this close only reinforced how different their sizes were. And reminded them them both of what they were about to do. Renei found it incredibly enticing.

"I still can't believe we're gonna do this," the dragoness murmured after a moment.

"Believe it, dear. Now come here and open up. You said Ulvar will be back soon, right? Wouldn't want to not have his surprise ready for him."

***

Ulvar had been away for the better part of the morning, flying a patrol around the edge of the valley he and his mate, Rhenei, called home. He was certain that there was another drake scoping out the area, especially after Rhenei had brought it up the previous evening, and he was determined to see him off. Still, after flying all morning there were no signs of the intruder, as there had not been all week. Ulvar rode one more thermal skyward, soaring high into the clouds, and turned for home, happy that he hadn't had to fight off another wildborn dragon, but still upset he hadn't found anything in his search.

He was a streak of silver across the heavens as he dove, picking up speed just for the sake of feeling the wind whip by him. No matter how many years he lived he would always revel in the simple joys of flight. Despite his reverie It wasn't long before the thoughts of why he was out here returned to the forefront.

Well, maybe he caught scent of me and flew off on his own, Ulvar mused to himself as he caught another thermal and rode it upward. At least it wasn't one of those clan dragons thinking this land is theirs. I could probably drive one of them off, but then he'd come back with friends. He and Rhenei couldn't afford to flee another lair, especially after how long they'd been here. The pair had been in their current dwelling for more than fifty years and had shown up with a mere fraction of their hoard after being run off their previous claim by the Blazemaw clan when they had become a "nuisance" and a "threat to the subjects of the clan." Ulvar didn't buy a word of it. He'd only stolen a few livestock from the human farmers who lived there and eaten one hunter who had strayed too close to he and Rhenei's lair. It didn't matter though. He was given the choice of leaving or being made to pay in flesh and swear submission to the clan. He doubted he'd be given the same choice again if they found a reason to come after him. But this land wasn't claimed by any of the clans, and the the humans, satyrs, and elves never came out this far into the wilderness, despite claiming their borders encompassed the valley. It had to be another wildborn. The clans wouldn't have sent anyone out this far, and the legion would have made themselves known.

Satisfied that he wouldn't be contending with anything but a young upstart, if any other dragon at all, he finally dipped his nose down and dove back toward the mountainside where he knew he would find the old stone halls he and his mate had claimed all those years ago. He had meant to be back a bit sooner, Rhenei had said she would have some sort of surprise waiting for him. He hoped she would understand. I wonder what she's got planned, anyway? he pondered as his wings snapped open and slowed his dive to a slow, looping approach to his landing site.

Ulvar alighted upon a stone terrace before a massive, open doorway that stood carved into the cliff-face ahead. It looked as though it had been carved by a tribe of giants some time in the past, but had stood long abandoned when he and Rhenei found it. After running off the few animals sheltering inside and clearing out the growth of centuries of nature's encroachment, they had made a home in the well-carved chambers and vaults within the mountainside. A few enchantments and traps later and they had a secure and largely secret holdfast. One clutch successfully raised to maturity and several decades later, and Ulvar felt perfectly at home. It was a rough life in the wilderness away from the more 'civilized' dragons, but out there he and Rhenei were truly free.

Ulvar crossed the threshold and stepped into the entry hall as he stretched his wings one last time, barely brushing the vaulted ceiling with the tips. He quickly realized it was darker than normal within as he glanced about. All the braziers their kobold attendants normally kept lit were dark and the glowing crystals Rhenei had arranged to 'enhance the atmosphere' were gone too. The only light he had was what shone in from behind him, but it was more than enough to read the message scrawled on the floor before him in charcoal.

Come to me and sate your appetite by sating mine.

Ulvar cocked his head at the message. He was sure he knew what she meant, but he'd tried making a move on her that morning as they woke and she'd rebuffed him. The move had been a tad unlike her, he had thought, but roused himself and set out on his flight all the same, if somewhat disappointed. She'd always been eager to lift her tail for him in the past, even if she did play the coy type around what little company they had. He couldn't help but wonder what she had planned that had made her so reluctant that morning, yet apparently so eager now.

He sniffed at the air, seeking for a hint of her scent but got nothing. She wasn't in season, then. This had to be something else. Had he missed a date? Forgotten something significant? No, he couldn't have. It was still the height of summer and they had met during the winter. Their first clutch had hatched in an early spring. He mused a moment longer, wracking his brain for the answer that wouldn't come. Finally he gave up and pressed on, past the daintily scrawled charcoal message, past the other archways leading to other chambers and rooms, and down the hall that led to their hoard. He knew she would likely be there, if anywhere unless she had chosen to truly tease him.

The further he went from the light cast through the door, the more the shadows crept in, especially as the passage he walked down turned back on itself and he finally found himself in the hoard chamber. It, like all the rest of his journey, was dark and he moved gingerly despite his intimate familiarity with the space. He noted that none of the dozens of kobolds that usually had run of their lair were anywhere to be seen. Normally a few of the diminutive lizard-people would have come rushing out to meet his as soon as he landed, eager to curry favor by pleasing their lord. At the very least he had expected them to have been busy with something inside. He made a note to ask Rhenei where she'd sent them after getting his 'surprise.' At the far end of space, against the back wall, a few slivers of light peaked through past the curtains drawn over the 'window' that ran across that entire side of the room. Truthfully, it was less of a window and more a massive-polished slab of quartz set expertly into the cliff face to let in light but block any attempt to view what happened within. Nearly all light was stifled and only the meagerest, diffuse beam could illuminate any part of the chamber.

In the dark, off to his left, Ulvar heard breathing. Rhythmic and relaxed it was the only sound apart from his own footfalls and breaths. When he stopped a few paces into their room he addressed Rhenei, for that was who it must have been waiting for him in the gloom.

"Quite the mood you've set here, my dear. Mysterious, more than a little bit threatening, perhaps a bit sparse on mood lighting though."

All he got in response was a low growl from the other figure. Small, brief, and playful with perhaps a hint of a giggle at the end followed by the sound of clawed feet on stone and the shuffle of scale on scale. She was walking towards him, and with her came the almost constant scent of rain that seemed to cling to her mixed with something else he could never quite place, but it reminded him of the wilds of his youth and he loved it.

"So, what's that surprise you mentioned this morning? Something good I hope," as he spoke, he saw a glint of light in her eyes, then a faint, green glow seemed to take hold in them and suddenly they were all he could see, floating toward him, quarter-lidded and ever fixed on him. "Or have I done something wrong, and this is all just an elaborate plan to teach me some kind of lesson?"

That got a laugh. Her eyes vanished for a moment as she closed them in mirth and he heard that laugh, that beautiful, gentle laugh of hers. He couldn't help but smile at the sound, and his own humor as he reached out a wingtip to caress the side of her face.

"If you'd done something," she said, "You'd already be getting an earful over it. Don't you worry, this is all for us." She sidled up beside him, snuggling against his side under his outstretched wing.

"Well, it's good to hear I'm not stuck in hot water. Or, maybe that wouldn't be that bad a place to be. A warm bath sounds nice, together, perhaps?" He leaned into her and she did the same, nuzzling at the side of his head. "But first, about that surprise you mentioned?"

"All in good time, dear. And that bath idea does sound lovely but it will have to wait too. For now, why don't you just follow me, and let's make up for not having our fun earlier?" She slipped out from under his wing, trailing the tip of her tail along his flank, up his neck, and along his jawline with a final flick against the very tip of his snout as she traced his body on her way by. Had it not been for the darkness, Ulvar would have seen one of his favorite sites strutting away from him. Even in blinded as he was, the mere thought of her swaying haunches and serpentine tail held aloft, beckoning, was enough to set an urge stirring between his own legs. Eagerly, he followed her, by sound and smell, all earlier concerns and questions forgotten. How she could see in this light, he could only guess and he stumbled over trinkets, baubles, curios, and his own feet as he climbed atop their hoard to join his mate.

From the darkness came another giggle.

"I suppose I should apologize," Rhenei said. "Had I know you were this desperate to get under my tail I would have let you have your fun this morning. Look at you, clumsy as a hatchling!"

"Well, the darkness hardly helps matters," he attempted the excuse, but she wasn't far off the mark, either. He'd left their lair disappointed that morning and now he had a chance to take what he wanted. Ulvar scrambled forward, his claws raking through the shifting pile of precious metal beneath him, following the sound of Rhenei's own movement. Before he could reach her, however his ears were met with the sound of cascading coinage and Ulvar found himself tumbling as Rhenei tackled him and pinned him beneath her, legs splayed out and signs of his excitement readily evident were it not so dark. He tried to squirm his way free until a quick lick to his belly sent a light shiver through him and he lay still.

"Maybe if I came to you, things would be a bit easier, hmm? Rather than you stumbling around in the dark," she giggled to herself and settled backwards, Ulvar felt the weight of her settle on his tail, "As amusing as it is to watch."

"I can think of more amusing things," Ulvar countered. "I'm certainly not one of them."

"Oh, I'd beg to differ," Rhenei murmured. "You're not so hard to look at."

"Well, maybe you could make it a bit harder," he lightly bucked his hips as he felt himself growing erect at the thought of what was to come. The pair laughed at the double entendre for a moment. "What kind of magic have you been practicing that you can see in this blackness? I feel like I'm missing out on seeing my beautiful mate while she gets to see whatever she likes."

"And she'll keep it that way," Rhenei teased, "Until she sees fit. As for the magic I've worked here, I've been practicing and merely wanted to share it with you. In time, maybe I'll let you get a little peak at what I've got in store for you. But, for now..." With her tongue, she planted a long, slow caress up the scutes of his stomach.

Rhenei's licks moved lower and lower down his belly before stopping just shy of the tip of his malehood, poking eagerly and half-erect from the slit between his legs. He glanced down the expanse of his chest and belly, between the awkward pillars of his splayed legs and saw those two luminously green eyes of hers staring back. They moved slightly and he finally felt that long, slick, luxurious tongue of hers slide along the exposed portion of his shaft and he couldn't help but let out a low groan.

"Better?" She asked.

"It's certainly a start," Ulvar answered.

"Well then, let's continue," she narrowed her eyes, keeping a fierce contact with his as she planted another lick across his rapidly growing member. Then another. And another from girthy base to tapered tip. The erotic and slick strokes of her tongue coupled with her hot and shallow breaths over his loins sent a warm tingling throughout his body, spreading to his belly and up his spine to the tips of his wings and right up to his endorphine bombarded mind.

Rhenei continued her ministrations, wrapping that serpentine appendage of hers around his cock and stroking lightly up and down along the length. He felt her maw, warm, wet, and inviting gaping open tantalizingly close but never quite coming to touch his flesh apart from an occasional quick kiss as she broke her attentions away.

"You want me to take it, don't you?" her eyes fixed his again, and even as she spoke she planted licks and kisses on his shaft from base to tip, punctuating every word with a new contact. "You... just... want... me... to... open... up... and... swallow... it... doooown..." She took the tip in her mouth and suckled for a moment before releasing it, green eyes filled with a youthful mischief, "Right?"

"Well," he huffed as he curled his tail back on itself and set it tracing her own back to where it met her haunches before darting beneath and prodding at her slick entrance earning a sharp gasp from his mate, "I can think of somewhere else it might love to go."

"You naughty drake."

"You're one to talk."

"Point taken," she agreed, dragging her tongue up his length once more. He responded with another thrust of his tail tip, this one poking a bit more forcefully as it dragged across her nether lips, slicking itself before diving in a short way. He felt her shudder atop him and her walls clench ever so lightly around his invading tail.

"Point taken indeed," he grinned.

"Keep talking like that and I'll leave you in the dark," she shot back. "But keep that tail of yours right there and maybe I'll forgive that terrible humor of yours." In response he wriggled the tip that was buried within her and pushed just a little deeper.

"It's a deal then. Now, you were talking about some rather lewd desires of mine earlier...?"

"Hmmmmm, I was..." another excruciatingly slow lick and he found his tip once again between her lips. This time she didn't release it and instead pushed against it and closed those green eyes of hers. As he felt her sink lower and lower he returned the favor by pressing more and more of his tail into her depths, spreading her around him as her fluids lubricated his progress. As she pulled back off of his member he backed his tail out a few inches, wriggling it as it went and stroking the insides of that silky smooth tunnel of hers in all the right ways. Up and down her muzzle went as she slurped around him in time with his tail pistoning in and out of her slit. The two didn't even need to speak, each working the other up towards their respective peaks with a wordless agreement that they wouldn't be done there and this was just the start. This wasn't Ulvar's first rodeo by a long shot, nor was it Rhenei's. The pair had spent decades together, and this was nothing new for either of them. Nothing they hadn't done hundreds of times before. What came next, however, began to feel very different.

As Ulvar pushed his tail deeper and couldn't help but notice Rhenei felt, somehow, tighter than he remembered. He wasn't complaining, though. More fun for later. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was different about his mate. Laying on his tail she felt somewhat heavier than normal. He wasn't about the brooch the topic though, especially as he felt her head suddenly sink all the way down on his member, her nose coming to rest against the slit that normally hid his length, now buried firmly in his mate's throat, swallow after rippling swallow teasing him. He returned the favor, sliding in more of his tail until it felt like he couldn't fit any more within her.

She finally pulled back and up to the tip of his cock, sputtering and working to get some air. She'd spent nearly a minute flush with the scales of his loins and barely sounded winded. He took the opportunity to toy with her a bit more forcefully, shoving into her and making the tip of his tail bend doubled when it ran into resistance at the extent of her depths. He changed his angle of attack, the scutes along the bottom of his tail now rubbing over her clit with each plunge of his tail into her needy pussy.

The sudden extra stimulation broke Rhenei's concentration as she arched her back and threw her head back, shuddering with the wave of stimulation coursing up from her now sopping loins. If she had been standing she would have grown suddenly weak at the knees, Ulvar was certain. He knew he had her now and picked up the pace of his thrusts. He heard Rhenei huffing and moaning as he pumped in and out of her depths. Then he felt her shifting, her hindquarters rising and her neck coming to rest along his stomach, her head resting just between his forepaws, tongue now lolling out onto his scaled chest. Between them his well lubricated cock was sandwiched and he couldn't help but shift from side to side, rubbing his sensitive flesh against their smooth yet unyielding scales. He brought a claw to the side of her face and lightly stroked along her jaw, tracing it's outline from snout down to the base of her neck, then back up along her cheek. All the while she simply lay there, letting his tail, now with even more room to move, abuse her vent again and again.

"No fair," she groaned.

"It's not my fault you're so easy to please," he grinned.

"Still, no fair."

"Is that a complaint?"

"F-f-fuck no." she gasped out.

"I think it's unfair I don't get to look that the silly expression you've got on that face of yours right now," He arched his neck down to bring his nose up to her own and planted a quick lick on the end of her snout. "Don't you agree?"

"Finish me a-and I'll let you see more than that."

"Deal," she began to rock back into his thrusting tail as he pushed more than before into her, still feeling that strange, new tightness as he went deeper, almost as though there were something else within her, competing for the same space. He didn't have the time to consider that before he felt her tense up, her vaginal muscles rippling around him rhythmically as she rocked back against him more and more violently. Her moaning and gasping was music to his ears as he felt her tremble against him. The two fell into a frantic, almost chaotic syncopation of carnal noise in the darkness. Without warning, Rhenei brought her muzzle up to his and locked her mate in an unexpected kiss. He could still taste some of himself on her tongue. Their mouths opened and they intertwined their tongues, playing back and forth between two eager maws sharing their breaths and a wordless affirmation of affection.

Ulvar lost himself in their joining and nearly missed the final, vice-like clamping of Rhenei's insides around his intruding tail and the almost electric jolt which ran through her muscles, locking her in a rigid stance then all of a sudden leaving her limp, collapsed atop her mate with his tail planted firmly inside her, brushing against the barrier to the innermost depths of her passage. As a final spasm ran through her body and all the breath seemed to escape Rhenei's lungs as she broke her kiss with Ulvar.

The pair just lay still for a few moments before Rhenei snuggled back against Ulvar, purring in the afterglow. Around him, Ulvar noticed the world getting lighter and lighter. Everything first came into focus in grey-scale then, gradually, a faded sort of color began to fill in. Ulvar could immediately recognize magic when he felt it and he looked down to his mate's smiling face.

"There, I told you I'd let you see more," Rhenei smiled coyly up at him.

"There's a beautiful dragoness I missed," he nuzzled at her face.

"Still no fair you can get me that easily," she grumbled.

"It's not my fault you're so sensitive," he jerked his tail backwards making her hiss.

"Don't take it out," she wiggled her hips, pressing back against his tail again. "I like how it feels."

"If you insist," Ulvar rumbled, "But I will insist you get back to something you seem to have forgotten." He ground his hips against her, his member still trapped between them and still as stiff as ever. Rhenei's motions against him had kept him hard and he wasn't about to let that go to waste. She huffed in mock annoyance, but Instantly, her eyes filled with new mischief and she slid her way back down his chest and settle back atop his tail, still keeping the very end planted firmly in her depths, walls still rippling around the intruding appendage.

Rhenei positioned her nose just above his tip of his cock, gazing down at his member greedily and licking her lips. He'd kept his end of their impromptu, wordless bargain, and she was about to follow through. She gaped her maw open and snaked her long, serpentine tongue around his shaft before lowering her head and engulfing him within the moist warmth of her gullet. Ulvar rumbled approvingly deep in his chest as she began to bob her head again and he slowly rolled his hips in time with her rhythm.

She made progress much more rapidly than earlier and within a dozen strokes Ulvar felt her throat rippling around his cock as she took more and more of it deep inside her needily gulping gullet. A few more bobs of her head and she slowed to a veritable crawl, leisurely taking foot after turgid foot of him into her. Her eyes stayed open the whole time too, ever fixed on his own even as he struggled to keep his composure. Nothing he hadn't seen and felt before, but that didn't make him relish it any less.

What was new was the sudden shifting he felt within his mate, a definite pushing against his tail from.... Deeper within her? Then another, almost as though there were something trying to shove his tail out of her. Without thinking he pushed back against it and felt resistance and a massive shudder from Rhenei as her muzzle pressed flush against his belly. There was a mighty push against his tail and suddenly he felt something tighter than his mate's throat slowly envelope his member, working its way from tip to base. Ulvar wasn't sure what to make of this, but the feeling was new and exotic.

"Damn, Rhenei I don't know what you're doing, but don't stop," Ulvar groaned as he grit his teeth against the next wave of contractions around his cock. Rhenei's only response was a very strangled giggle as she began to pull back again, slowly easing herself off of him. As she did, Ulvar caught sight of her tail waving briefly and a shimmer of magical energy around it as the curtains behind him parted, allowing the first light into the room since the pair had begun their fun. The sunlight caught her ruby scales in all the right ways and they shimmered before his eyes in the newfound light.

What caught his eye next was the bulge in the scales of her neck. It was moving, sliding in waves up her scaled throat and to her maw. He'd seen those scales of her's distend before when she took large prey whole, or gulped down his 'meat.' This was something entirely different, however, and he felt each rippling contraction as that bulge travelled upwards and over where his member was deeply buried. An evil grin curled the corners of Rhenei's mouth. She pulled up, off of his length until only the tip was lodged between her lips. All the resistance his tail felt from further inside seemed to vanish and it plunged even deeper inside, nearly breaking Rhenei's composure as her back arched and purred as he finally bottomed out against her cervix, his tail tip pressing against the barrier to her innermost of intimate places. Ulvar's gaze wandered along her lithe, trembling form from nose to tail and back again, drinking in the work of art she was to him while he was lost in the pressure and heat that still engulfed the tip of his malehood.

His eyes met hers again as she pulled off of the tip of his tip and opened her maw. He expected to suddenly feel the cool air of the cave on his soaked member. What he did not expect was for another pair of eyes to stare back at him from between Rhenei's teeth or for those eyes to be attached to a large, green snake with it's mouth stretched over his cock. Ulvar was only able to utter the briefest of protests, less a word and more a surprised noise before Rhenei closed her mouth again. Her teeth gripped lightly at the back of the snake's head, preventing the serpent from slipping back down the dragoness' throat and she took him to the hilt again. This time, however, there was a different snout pressed against his slit which somewhat engulfing the snake's head.

Rhenei bobbed a few more times, bringing her serpentine friend along for the ride, before she finally slid her lips from around him and the most recent arrival to their sudden threesome. Rhenei gaped her maw as she reared up from between Ulvar's legs giving him an intimate view of foot after foot of serpent sliding from her slick, tight throat. Finally the last feet of tail found their way free of her smothering grip and flopped free to dangle, shimmering, in the newfound light of the pair's lair.

"It's good to see you two getting along so well," Rhenei quipped after taking a moment to catch her breath and wipe a string of saliva from her face. Ulvar knew she could hold her breath for quite a while from firsthand experience, but this had been a record, even for her. "Dear, you've met Asha before, yes?"

"Y-yes. That-t ur-naga friend of yours? The mage," he stammered as the Asha, who had picked up right where Rhenei left off flexed her powerful muscles to massage the giant, meaty rod now filling nearly half of her body, stretching her brilliant emerald scales to ridiculous limits. "She's m-much... ooohh... friendlier tha- than I r-remember. Ah, and talented."

Had her mouth not been so very full, Asha would have smiled at the compliment. Instead, she looped the half of her body wasn't stretched taut around Ulvar around herself, just below the bulge in her sides made by his glans and slowly contracted the coils, rhythmically stroking up and down. Up and down. Teasing at his head and twitching along with the spire within her.

"She seems to like you," Rhenei grinned. Casually running a clawed finger up Asha's body and back down again as her gaze wandered between her friend and her mate.

"Well... I can assure bo-oth of y-you, the feeling isss mutual," he groaned and arched his back, bucking his hips against a resistance that wasn't there as Ahsa continued to tease at him. A tension was building anew in Ulvar's nethers and this time he would ride it to a climax, one way or another. Rhenei simply watched the pair, framed between Ulvar's legs as the large silver dragon writhed and groaned under Asha's ministrations. Eventually, an evil grin split the red dragoness' muzzle and she leaned forward, one clawed forepaw grasping around Asha's form and beginning to work her gently up and down Ulvar's cock.

"Well, if you're going to start showing interest in another female," Rhenei said with mock indignation, " and have the nerve to have her service you in front of me, well... I guess I'll just have to eliminate the competition and show you just how much better I am."

With that, she took the tip of Ahsa's tail back into her maw and quickly slurped up the naga in, following along the curves of her body until her lips finally closed over the serpent's head. When Rhenei pulled back, Ulvar felt the pressure on his shaft lessen and didn't see Asha's mouth stretched around his meat. Still, that greater, rippling pressure was closed around the head of his cock even as Rhenei slowed her ascent and dove back down. Ulvar had been nearing the edge under Asha's ministrations and with Rhenei's eager maw working him again he felt a wave of warmth spread up from his loins as a pressure built within him. Each time her lips kissed his scales it sent a new wave coursing through him and he rocked his hips against her trying to push ever deeper even as he felt he could not, and all the while Asha gulped around his tip as she rode his member in and out of the dragonesses slick and demanding throat. Up and down, again and again the two females sucked him down as he drew ever closer to release. Ulvar's tail had long since fallen free from Rhenei's vent and her own tail had curled around to replace it, wriggling and pumping almost as eagerly as her mate's had before even as she lavished attention upon him.

Her head bobbed ever faster in time with her mate's ever more rapid and forceful thrusts as he began to rut her mouth as thoroughly as he would her pussy. Ulvar's wandering forepaws had traced their way along Rhenei's face and neck as she serviced him but soon made their way atop her head and found a grip on his mate's ebony horns. The red dragoness made no move to pull away as her silver lover gripped tight and began to rock her head up and down on his rod. Pumping in and out of her mouth as eagerly as if it were his first mating.

Ulvar's low and building growl was the first hint he was about to finish. The growl built to a snarl as his rhythm grew more erratic and animalistic, losing any sense of tender care that he might have shown and instead giving way to a pure, carnal, lust-driven need to spend himself. The tightness around his member grew again, Asha must have slipped a bit further along his length, and that was enough to push him over. He roared as he erupted down the serpent's gullet. Each jet of his seed seeming to lessen the grip of her jaws and throat around his member until, finally, she seemed to slip off all together. A gag and a gulp from Rhenei signalled the snake's trip back down the her throat and to her waiting belly, along with a copious amount of his cum which his mate desperately swallowed and choked down with the long, wriggling body of her friend.

It felt to Ulvar like an eternity before he'd expended himself, and a gradually more insistent tugging against his grip signalled him to release the impromptu handles he'd made of his mate's horns. He lingered on letting go, only allowing her to come back up slowly until enough of his cock had slid from her gullet that it could flop free of her wide and now gasping maw. She lay there for a few moments, head resting against his thigh, saliva and seed in equal measure trailing from his length to her lips. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was ragged even as she shuddered with the release of another climax from her tail which still worked her slit. Ulvar was impressed, he'd never had her stay down on him that long before.

"That was amazing," he traced a claw along her snout, slowly moving back to caress her cheek as she brought her gaze to meet his. "I've never had two ladies like that before."

"So, you've had two before, then?" she asked, a sly smile breaking across her face. "I always thought you were the shy one before you met me."

"Oh, you would like to think so you little harlot," Ulvar said it teasingly as he rolled on to his side and shuffled himself in beside his mate to plant a few playful licks on her muzzle that soon turned into a tongue bath, cleaning her of what he had left behind.

"Maybe that's a good thing, because we're not done with you," Rhenei nuzzled against him. "I didn't think you'd end up sending her back down. I was joking about 'eliminating the competition'."

"Well I thought you'd enjoy treating yourself after a job like that," he pulled away and draped a wing over the pair of them. "And she seemed to be in the right place at the right time for a good treat."

"Maybe you're right. Perhaps I do deserve to enjoy my little treat after that," she planted another kiss on Ulvar's lips, "But I can think of a better way to enjoy her that she and I might have a bit more fun with. Besides, I think you might enjoy the show too." With that, she stood and took a few steps away stretching and swaying provocatively before she arched her neck and heaved once, twice, and a third time before a bulge began to travel, quickly and with purpose, up the lithe curvature of her neck. The shape reached her head and as she yawned her maw wide a familiar, green face pushed free of her slick throat followed by many feet of scaly body. In a moment, Asha had coiled herself beneath Rhenei's mouth, which lay agape for a moment longer that perhaps necessary before closing. The snake had a bit of a bulge of her own. Apparently Ulvar had given her the dragon's share of what he'd had to offer.

"Ulvar, yes?" Asha addressed him while Rhenei sat on her haunches behind her, licking her lips in a predatory fashion. "A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. Now I see what Rhenei here is always going on about. You are certainly well endowed and my do you have some stamina."

"Well, I'm happy to have lived up to your expectations. You're quite talented yourself. What the two of you did was quite phenomenal."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Asha uncoiled and slithered back toward Rhenei where she began to entwine herself between the red dragonesses legs. "I didn't expect you to be so very... pent up. I was amazed that first torrent of yours didn't send me right back down to this lovely girl's belly, as snug as it is."

"Well, I've never gotten that kind of treatment before, and it's not every day you're lucky enough to have your mate bring home another beautiful girl."

"Oh, you flatterer," Asha hid her face behind her coils.

"I thought you'd been so distracted lately and it had been so long since we'd had a whole day to ourselves that I'd make it special," Rhenei chimed in as she rolled onto her side. "Asha came up with most of the plan though."

"Stop it, this was just as much your idea as mine," Asha admonished her. "Especially what comes next."

"And what exactly does come next, might I ask?" Ulvar enquired. Rhenei just grinned and stretched one of her legs toward the ceiling, giving Asha and Ulvar a clear and unimpeded view of her slick and puffy nether lips and her taut, puckered star of her tailhole. Asha was quickly to wind her way across Rhenei's body and slip between her open legs where she began to tease her companion's already heavily used vent. A few flicks of Asha's forked tongue between her legs was all the signal Rhenei needed to get started herself. She took the snake by the tip of her tail planted a lewd, slurping lick over Asha's cloaca. Another lick led to a slurp and then her tail vanished into Rhenei's maw once more where she suclked on it playfully, teasing the snake with her tongue on the serpent's single opening.

For her part, Asha nuzzled against Rhenei's partially parted lips, grinding and sliding across them to tease the dragoness as much as she teased her. Asha stopped her undulations for a moment, suddenly stiffening as Rhenei's expression grew devious. She drove her tongue deep inside her friend. A bulge began to spread up Asha's belly as Rhenei's appendage sank ever further into her, stretching her vent around it. The bulge then shrank as the intruding tongue was retracted only to fill her out again as the dragoness suckled at her new toy and ran an idle claw down her snake friend's spine. An ebony claw found its way to the back of Asha's head and pressed the snake lightly, but insistently between Rhenei's supple nether-lips. She resisted at first, trying to squirm and wriggle free but quickly surrendered to the oral ravaging she was experiencing and the raw strength of the dragon pushing her inward.

Ulvar watched the show between his splayed legs, still laid out on his back atop the hoard. His forepaw grasped his sill very slick member and stroked slowly along it, though he hardly needed the stimulation to stay hard as he watched his mate and her friend toy with one another. Inch after of inch of Asha vanished into Rhenei's slicked pussy even as the dragoness buried more and more of her tongue in the snake, her oral appendage forming an ever growing bulge within the lower belly of the serpent.

As Asha was pushed deeper and deeper, Rhenei eventually wound up doubled over her own belly, the barest bulge beginning to form where the snake filled her insides. With a final lingering, luxurious suckle she raised her head to leave the tip of Asha's tail, stretched nethers still gaping, writhing between her legs. In a pantomime of her mate, who's eye contact she had hardly broken, she wrapped a foreclaw around the green, suspiciously phallic tail of her 'toy' and began to stroke in time with Ulvar's own grasping digits. A scant few second of this passed before both lost themselves in fits of giggles even as Rhenei continued to stroke her own 'member.'

"I've always wondered what it would be like to have one of my own," she taunted once she was able to put on something resembling a sultry tone. "I can see why you males like it so much."

"You're one to talk about liking it," Ulvar countered as he rolled onto his flank. He noted the slight disappointment in Rhenei's face as his thighs closed, hiding most of his length. "I sometimes think you play with mine more than I do."

"Why do you think I keep you around?" She stuck her tongue out at him playfully but it quickly lolled from the side of her maw as she moaned. Asha must have been quirming particularly well inside her. "Looks like mine's bigger too. Now, come over here, you." She beckoned with a claw-tipped digit. Before moving it to her serpent friend's vent to keep it teased open.

Ulvar didn't need a second invitation and eagerly rose to his feet and padded over to her, his length bobbing against his underbelly with each step he took. He felt that he knew where this was going. His suspicions were confirmed as Rhenei dove another digit into Asha and began to spread her wide, offering her lewedly gaped and dripping entrance to Ulvar and his throbbing, eager member.

He straddled her, his silver scales catching the filtered sunlight that shone in behind him and setting him aglimmer as he loomed over the red-scaled temptress beneath him. One of Rhenei's foreclaws took his cock and guided it towards Asha, her cloaca still held open by the other draconic paw. Once his tip kissed Asha's silken innere walls Ulvar gently pushed against her as Rhenei removed her claws and began to slowly, slide the phallus mimicking serpent over the much realer and far more powerful offering protruding from between Ulvar's legs. Inch by inch and foot by tantalizing foot she slid over him. It was the tightest hole he'd ever been in, and with his earlier oral experience that was a tough mark to beat. Well, the tightest he'd been in and cared about the wellbeing of the recipient... He didn't need to think on those past encounters as, finally, with a squelch and a grunt he finally bottomed out in Asha's nethers. He had hardly believed the snake could take all of him, yet when he looked between his legs he saw that the green scales parted to near bursting. He filled nearly half of her body-length with his cock yet he still felt she could stretch more if he had any more to give her.

He was snapped from his astonishment by a supple stroke along the underside of his snake-encompassed malehood and an insistent whine from beneath him. His eyes went to Rhenei's face, gazing longingly up to his own.

"She looks good on you. Let's see if she feels as good in me," with that she wrapped her hind legs over his rump and pulled herself up onto him, burying both her partners in her warm, intimate embrace. What little of Asha remained outside of Rhenei vanished quickly as Ulvar hilted himself in her. Only the very tip of the snake's tail poked from within Rhenei's stretched slit, tickling at Ulvar's underbelly. Rhenei moaned and gasped as she was spread wider and Asha pushed deeper. Ulvar didn't feel the resistance he'd expected from so much of the snake already burrowed in the depths of his mate's sex. She must have worked her way deeper in, actually pressing into Rhenei's womb to give him the room he had. He tried to push himself deeper and felt a slight tightness around the head of his cock as he tried, but nothing near the unyielding wall her cervix normally presented.

"Is she-?"

"Yes, I think so," Rhenei answered before he could get the full question out.

"Well then," he began rolling his hips a bit, withdrawing only the smallest bit before grinding back against her, "Why don't we give her some help getting up in there." The grinding turned to a slow, deliberate bumping, then to a steady thrusting. Each change in pace bringing him further out and plunging further in as he grew even harder under the attention of two separate vaginas massaging his dragonhood. The experience was like nothing he imagined he'd ever feel and he only held his composure for a few thrusts before his eyes unfocused and his tongue lolled from the side of his slack jaw. Rhenei was similarly disposed beneath him, having unwrapped her legs from around his back, leaving them to splay to the sides as her tail lashed back and forth in the treasure mound as she was ravaged with ever increasing vigor. Coins and plates were scattered by the motion, clinking and clattering as they met the stone floor. Her eyes were screwed shut as she gasped with nearly every slap of their slits meeting. Each of the dragons lost themselves in their own pleasure as their paces increased, filling the air with the carnal, moist, animalistic sounds of sex.

Asha slid in and out of Rhenei's pussy with each piston-like thrust of Ulvar's cock into her depths and surprisingly, Ulvar noted, had yet to slide off after all the thrusting and squeezing. His peak rapidly approached, a familiar heat rising in his loins and a tension building at the base of his shaft as he felt both snake and dragoness massage is massive spear of flesh raviging them both. If she hadn't come off yet, this would surely do the trick.

"I-I, I'm getting close," he groaned, managing to choke out a few words as they pair rutted. Rhenei tried to respond but the only thing she could muster was an extended whine that quickly turned into a roar of passion as her walls clamped down around Ulvar, squeezing and milking him for all he was worth. He could only imagine what Asha was feeling inside all of that, stretched by his girth and squeezed by Rhenei's silky smooth yet strong walls. He didn't dwell on the though for long as, with a final and powerful thrust that slid Rhenei several feet across the pile of coins they lay on, he felt his length twitch once, twice, and then the flood of endorphins rushed through him and he hilted within both females, as he began to pump Asha full of his second load of the afternoon. Spurts of gallons of his seed rushed into the snake's opening and, on the third convulsion of his cock, he felt much of the pressure disappear from around him, sliding away in once smooth motion even as he stayed firmly buried in his mate's nethers, pumping ever more of his essence into the depths of whichever female was taking it now.

The pair simply rested there once Ulvar had spent himself. Belly to belly the dragons lay still, save for the heaving of their flanks and gentle lashing of their tails. Rhenei was the first to break the silence, licking her red lips with hesitation before she spoke.

"You, you might end up giving me another clutch from that one," she said between breaths.

"Yeah, I felt her come off too. It's been a few years though," Ulvar countered as he looked down to where they're bellies were pressed together, an artificial horizon of silver and crimson, "And you've been such a good mother to our previous two, what difference does one more make?"

"You can say that, you don't have to birth the little cretins."

"Well, you and your friend in there," he prodded her now somewhat distended belly with a foreclaw, "Are both well practiced in magic. If you don't want them, you can stop it all right now."

"Hmmm...." Rhenei squirmed beneath Ulvar wiggling her hips and feeling his length shift within her, "I'll think about that. I do miss our last clutch but then there won't be any time for the two of us to enjoy one another. They are quite a handful."

"So you're saying you're not fond enough of me to have any more of my hatchlings?" Ulvar drew his head back in mock offense, grinding his hips against his partners and setting her quivering for a moment.

"I'm saying I'm enjoying this full feeling but that those hatchlings of yours are a major obligation, you great oaf," with his belly pressed against hers Ulvar could feel the undulating bulge in Rhenei's lower belly that wa Asha as she sloshed around in their combined fluids and got comfortable in her new surroundings."I could get used to it, especially if I didn't have a clutch to look after when we're done. But those offspring of ours did turn out alright and they were adorable."

"Well, we both know which of us they got that from," Ulvar leaned back in and brought his snout to hers in an affectionate nuzzle. Rhenei purred at the affection, nuzzling back against him. Her purr quickly turned to a gasp as Ulvar tugged himself free of her doubly soaked and dripping vent with an audible pop, leaving her to gape open for a second before her walls clamped back down on nothing. Rhenei whined at the empty feeling, wrapping her tail around his and tugging insistently to try and make him stay inside. Despite her insistence he pulled away and padded around to her side stretching like a cat that had just woken up, showing off his glistening and still dripping member before flopping down on his flank next to her and snuggling his belly against her back.

He nipped at the frills along the sides of her head and jaw and licked playfully at her neck, tickling her until she let loose a fit of giggles and pushed back against him. Ulvar didn't fail to notice how she rubbed against his cock, wedged as it was between them, prodding near her tail-base. Still, she settled herself in the crescent of his body and heaved a content sigh as he draped a foreleg over her and pulled her in closer.

"Maybe one day we'll have a few more little monsters of our own, then? Maybe when your ready to carry another of this oaf's clutches." He rumbled.

"Maybe we will," she agreed.

"But, if you think we're done here, you are most mistaken," his hand-like forepaw slid lower on her belly to cup around where Asha had settled within Rhenei's womb. "Give me a little while to recover from that wonderful time you two have shown me, and I'll be sure to return the favor." He punctuated the statement with a forceful squeeze of her slightly distended belly and a deliberate love-bite to the nape of her neck. She moaned at the attention and froze for a moment before going nearly limp in his embrace, a lustful twinkle lighting up her mischievous, green eyes. A look he'd seen earlier and a look mirrored in his own blue gaze. In the dimming light of the cavern their tails intertwined and Rhenei brought her head up to rub beneath Ulvar's pebbly-scaled chin.

"Oh, I can't wait."