Cucking the Dragon
Draconicon didn't exactly get a good roll of the dice here. Pinned down while his fiancée is working some other dragon's cock? Well, it's a good thing that this dragon's a switch, or someone would be getting blown through the wall after they were done here...
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Cucking the Dragon For Skywing937 and Anya_Arctic By Draconicon
He wasn't just tied up to a chair. He had his hands bound behind his back, held tight with metal handcuffs just in case he started getting second thoughts. The dragon's legs were bound to the chair with bands of similar strength, and his tail was cuffed to the wall just to keep him from trying to get free in the slightest.
And that was just what was being used to keep him from flailing about.
Draconicon blushed, his cheeks burning as he tested his magic. The little bits of bodypaint running up and down his chest, coming to an end with spirals around his nipples and around his cock and balls, kept all of his magic purely internal. There was no way for him to flex it and use it to get himself free, nor to affect the situation that was going on in front of him.
Gluk, gluk, gluk.
His cock jumped at the sound of a woman giving oral, and the sight wasn't exactly bad, either. Lying on the bed on her belly, a white-furred fox with long, blue hair and a blue stripe that ran down her back leaned forward, her hands rubbing against another dragon's balls, her mouth open about as wide as it could go as she sucked along his shaft, not-quite gagging every time that he slid his shaft down her throat.
It would have been fucking hot if it wasn't for the fact that the vixen was his fiancee, and the other dragon was someone that had been teasing about 'besting' him in bed for the last few months.
"Mmmph...is this even slightly fair?" Draconicon muttered.
"Well, I don't see your dick complaining, heh?" the other dragon said.
Draconicon rolled his eyes, though the black dragon wasn't sure how to feel at all at the moment. He was a fairly good sized dragon himself, normally standing at seven feet in height and cutting quite the figure, but this one...
The star-winged dragon positively loomed over the room, his wings furled in just tight enough to not damage anything, his muscles and longer limbs giving him the height advantage over Drac. His cock throbbed out of a sheath rather than hanging down the way that the black dragon's did, more bestial than humanoid.
And his girl was sucking it down like it was her last meal.
"Come on, Anya, couldn't you at least give it a little hesitation?" he asked.
"Mmm, you know me, dear. Always good for a big cock," the vixen said with a giggle.
"Not to mention a good, hard breeding," Necross, the other dragon, said with a smile.
Groaning, Draconicon leaned his head back, staring up at the ceiling as he bonked his horns against the wall. He kept bonking them there, trying to drown out the sound of moans and the glukking sound of his vixen pulling that cock so deep. He didn't need the reminder that Necross was going further than him already.
The smell wasn't helping things, either. His girl always got rather...fragrant...when she was excited, and this was no exception. He could smell her juices, hot, a bit sour, and very, very laden with her own arousal as they dripped down from her pussy to the bed. He'd imagine that there'd be some serious laundry later.
At least, if there was anyone that wanted to do it.
Finally, the sound stopped, and he was able to look down. Necross was showing off his dick, well past a foot long and with ridges, a knot, spines...well, you name it, he had it on his dick. The whole thing looked like it was designed to just break whatever hole it was jammed into, but Anya looked at it like it was the best thing in the world.
The way that she ran her hand down the side, the way that the vixen pulled at it so that she could nuzzle her muzzle against the side of it, was just one reminder after another of how entranced she was with it. He shivered, shuffling as much as he could on the chair, his dick still throbbing up. It pointed right at them, the humanoid shaft just drooling over the edge of the chair onto his feet.
"Heh, looks like the little slut prefers the animal style, Drac," Necross said. "What do you think, Anya? You want it?"
"Oh, yeah...nice and deep."
"Heh. Pussy okay?"
"God, yes. Give me a good breeding."
His dick twitched again at that as he watched the vixen roll over, exposing her inflamed, engorged folds to the other dragon. The way that she showed off was almost primal, like she was channeling some slutty vixen from the past.
Whatever was happening, Necross wasn't wasting time. He pulled himself up on the bed, rubbing the end of his dick against her pussy a few times before grabbing her by the hips. The slight vixen, barely more than five feet tall, looked positively tiny against him...and then, the star-winged dragon yanked. Hard.
The sudden yelp split the room, and everyone went still. Drac stared, and Necross patted Anya's hips a few times.
"Heh, you took that well, girl. Think you can keep moving?"
"Aaaaaaaah...mmmmph...y-yes..."
"Good...then start riding."
The vixen groaned, but Drac couldn't help but stare as she started sliding her hips back and forth, riding the shaft that had impaled her.
The thick thing was so big, so hard, that he almost couldn't believe that the vixen could fit it inside of her. Certainly, it was making her belly bulge every time that she slammed herself back, making her stomach distend from the sheer mass of the dick that she was taking into herself. It was massive, and he could trace the different barbs and ridges and everything else that showed through her flesh.
And she was dripping, too. He could see the wetness on Necross's shaft every time she pulled forward, every time that she moaned at the tip of his cock. She was soaking him, drenching him in her vixen juices, in her scent.
The other dragon looked back at him, smirking.
"Looks like you're enjoying the show, Drac."
The black dragon blushed, knowing his cock was twitching and drooling, but he didn't say anything.
"What's the matter, more fun to watch your slut get bred than do it yourself? More fun to just be on the sidelines, twitching and dripping, seeing her moan more than she does for you?" the other dragon teased.
His cheeks burned, but the humiliation was hitting more than he wanted to admit. His balls felt fit to burst, though there was nothing he could do to get himself off. All he could do was sit, watch, and ooze.
And his girl was looking back at him, too, her eyes glinting teasingly. She winked at him, then started moaning more, riding the other dragon faster, bucking back, fucking herself all the way down to the knot on the other dragon's cock.
"Mmmph...it's so...so much bigger..."
"Yes, yes, it is. Are you liking that, little slut?"
"Oh, yeah...so much..."
"Ready for the knot?"
"You know...you know I like...the knot...give it to me...give it to me..."
"Heh, alright, then."
The star-winged dragon picked her up, holding her off the bed and turning to face the black dragon. Draconicon blushed, able to get a front-row seat of his vixen bouncing, sliding up and down a shaft that was, honestly, both longer and thicker than his own cock. The way that she juiced every time that she slammed down on that knot was a sight to behold, and seeing her toes curl, seeing the way her juices had run down to her padded soles, only made it better.
They were both moaning, Necross and Anya, and they kept it up as he hammered her down again, and again, and again. Each time, her pussy slammed against his knot hard, and each time, she seemed to go a bit further down, getting that much closer to properly hilting herself.
Even as Anya moaned, panting, squirming, she smiled at him. He smiled back, nodding.
Suddenly, she whipped her tails about, pulling herself closer to the other dragon. She pushed herself all the way down on Necross's knot, forcing it into her rather than letting him do it. The other dragon groaned, hips twitching before -
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!"
The roar shook the room as the star-winged dragon came...and came...and kept right on cumming, blowing his load deep into the vixen. Anya moaned, too, reaching down and rubbing her clit, pushing herself over the edge, too.
Draconicon was the only one not to cum, but he knew that would happen. Eventually.
Necross sat down on the edge of the bed, Anya reaching out with one tail to stroke the black dragon's face. He smiled, nuzzling it and kissing the tip of his beloved's tail. They were quiet for a bit, just taking in the moment, but it couldn't last.
"So...who's better, slut?" Necross asked.
"Oh, you know I'm going to say him," Anya said, jerking a thumb at the black dragon.
"Yeah, but that's just your heart saying that," he said. "What's your pussy saying?"
"Weeeeeeeell."
The vixen looked at him, then back at Necross, then back at him. She looked down at his cock, then prodded at the bulge that was pushing her belly forward a little bit. She winced a little, then shook her head.
"Well, I have to say, I prefer the animal style..."
"Heh."
"But I also like the gentle fucking sometimes, too..."
"Heh," Drac chuckled.
"Come on. You gotta tell us which is better. Or do I have to fuck HIS butt while you figure it out?"
"Hmmm, why don't you do that?" Anya said.
"...Wait, what?" Drac asked as his vixen slid free. "I thought - okay, I guess this is my - HEY! LUBE! That hole ain't a pussy!"
"Not yet," Necross muttered.
The End