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Disclaimer: This story should only be viewed by people of the ages of 18 and above due to its strong and heavy scenes that are sexual in nature. All characters portrayed in the story are of the age of consent. If you do meet the requirements and enjoy this sort of content, then by all means please, take off your pants, relax, and fap to your heart's content. Coliseum Match by RVasil Commissioned by: Anonymous

The sun was high up in the sky at the desert, shining down the humble abode of Cyrus and his household. The black dragon was lounging at the courtyard, his scales shining with each ray of the sun hitting it. He was laying on the wooden chair, sitting upright and back resting on some cushions for support. He held up a scroll in front of him that informed him about the happenings that were occurring in their state, and his eyes were reading through each of the line of words.

Next to the black dragon was Violet, his wife. The purple scaled dragoness was lounging with him, enjoying each other's companies. While Cyrus busied himself with reading the scroll he had in front of him, Violet busied herself by just jerking off her husband. Her hands were on Cyrus's crotch, nursing the boner that was throbbing in her hands. She licked her lips lovingly, watching as a bead of pre escape from the dragon's swollen tip and into her hand. She stopped for a brief moment to get a taste of it, placing a finger on her lips. It tasted sweet, and musky, just like how she always wanted it. She then went back to what she was doing, jerking off her husband, while she idly tweaked one of her nipples.

It was a typical day for the Cyrus household.

Out from the corner came their son, Zane. Zane was a dragon that took after his mother's scales, and his father's physique. The young dragon strode up to his parents, a slight jingle punctuating each step he took. This caught Cyrus and Violet's attention, making them stop what they were doing. Zane cleared his throat. "So, what do you guys think?" he asked, presenting himself in front of them.

Cyrus placed the scroll he had onto the small table next to him. Violet on the other hand stood up right, examining her child in front of him. Zane was wearing the designated warrior's outfit of their state, a regal, and more formal looking loincloth to cover Zane's cock and balls and not much else. They were in the desert after all. On the dragon's head was a steel headgear, meant to protect them from any attacks. This was topped off with a see through sash that told everyone that he was part of the battalion.

"I think it looks great on you!" Violet chirped, clapping her hands together.

"You think so?" Zane remarked, fixing his footing. "I admit, I'm not used to wearing this kind of loincloth." The dragon fixed the fabric, his cock shaking slightly underneath. "It's rubbing my balls the wrong way."

"You'll get used to it," Cyrus responded. "But it suits you!" he added. The dragon was proud of his son's accomplishment. After months of training, Zane finally made it into the ranks of the warriors. Zane was following in Cyrus's footsteps, and Cyrus couldn't be any more proud than he was.

Cyrus extended a hand towards his son, and Zane shook it. "I expect you to do great things, alright?"

"With your training, I'm sure I will," Zane responded heartily.

"I'll miss training with you," Cyrus said, looking at his son longingly.

"I won't be gone that long, Dad," Zane replied. "It's just a few weeks."

"Even so!" Violet walked over to her son, pulling him into the tightest hug she could muster. Zane was practically smothered by his mom's large breasts. "I'm so proud of you sweetie," she said, planting a kiss on his head.

"Let him breathe, Violet," Cyrus commented.

The female dragoness eventually let go, giving Zane ample breathing room. "You take care now, alright?"

Zane nodded. He then leaned in to give a tender kiss on his mother's lips. "I'll miss fucking you, mom."

Violet's heart nearly melted at that moment. "I'll miss your cock too, son."

Zane then went over to his dad, and hugged him. "I'll miss you too, Dad."

Cyrus responded by planting a kiss on his son's lips. "I'll miss you too. Now go, you don't want to be too late."

Zane smiled, then bid his parents farewell. Cyrus and Violet watched as Zane exited the courtyard, leaving the two of them by their lonesome. It was bittersweet to watch Zane go, but he was his own dragon, and the two didn't want to stop him from becoming the warrior he wanted to be. Cyrus sighed, and eventually laid back the lounge chair he was on minutes prior. Violet joined him soon after. With Zane being gone, the household was going to be quieter than usual. The purple dragoness reached over and began to fondle Cyrus's balls once more. "He looked just like you, you know."

Cyrus's brow rose, along with his cock rising to the attention it was being given. "What do you mean?"

"Zane," she answered. "He looked just like you when we met for the first time. You both wore the armor the same way," she continued, allowing herself to get lost in her memories.

Cyrus thought for a moment, wondering what she was referring to. "When we first met?" he clarified.

"Yeah, a hundred years ago." She opened her eyes and glanced back at him. "Do you still remember?"

The black dragon chuckled. "How could I forget? You left quite an impression on me back at the coliseum." Cyrus lived a long life, and still had a longer life still ahead of him. The memories soon came rushing back to him.

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The loud cheers of the crowd filled the air. The sound of swords clashing, warriors grunting, watchers shouting. It was a lively time at the city of the dragons in the desert, as an exhilarating match was going down. Two dragons fought one another, not for blood or violence, but for sport and the pride of oneself. Blue crashed into red, a wooden sword, colliding with a wooden shield. Each wanted to win, and neither wanted to lose.

The blue dragon ducked, evading a swipe that the red dragon tried to attack with. The blue countered with a low sweep that caught his opponent off guard. The crowd went wild upon seeing the red dragon tumble to the ground, before being wrestled by the blue scaled one. In a flash, it was over. A white dragon that stood at the side raised a fabric, signaling the end of the match.

"The match is over!" he cried out. "The victor, is Beril!"

Beril, the blue dragon, stood proudly, raising his hands up to the cheering crowd. His opponent laid flat on the floor, groaning to himself. He was no doubt disappointed at the loss he was handed with. Being the good sport that he was, Beril eventually turned to his opponent, extending a hand to help him off the floor. "That was a good fight Rayle," he remarked.

The red dragon rolled his eyes, before eventually taking Beril's hand. The latter helped his opponent off the floor, before the two eventually made their way out of the stage. A black dragon stood by the mouth of the entrance, a smile on his face. "That was a good match, you two."

"Cyrus!" Beril cried out. "I wasn't aware you were here today."

The black dragon that was named Cyrus stood proud and tall. He was wearing his typical warrior's outfit. Metal pauldrons clung to his shoulders, and armor plating covered his chest. There was a soft looking fabric that clung to his waist to cover his nether regions. Cyrus reached out to hug Beril, to which the blue dragon returned the gesture. "How could I not be?" Cyrus replied back. "I'm not one to miss coliseum matches!"

"So I take it you finished your duties already?" Rayle asked, leaning against the wall.

"That I have. I was thinking of joining in on the fun," Cyrus answered. "I'm going to be the next exhibition match!"

Beril's brow rose. "Is that so? I was wondering who was the last person to have signed up. Well, we'll be sure to watch up at the stands. You have a good fight, alright?"

The two dragons bid Cyrus farewell, leaving the black dragon to prepare. The Coliseum was a source of enjoyment for the dragons of their state. It wasn't a place of violence, or brutal deaths. It was instead a place of competition and sport, where dragons like Cyrus, Beril, and Rayle, could test their might and skill against one another. It was for fun, and it was a healthy way their society handled rivalries. The usage of real weapons weren't allowed, thus, they were given the option to either choose wooden weapons, or go hand to hand. The latter being considered as a pure test of raw skill and prowess.

Cyrus rolled his neck, stretching in place in preparation for his match. Outside, the commentator was announcing the upcoming match. "Ladies and gentlemen!" he cried out, taming the wild crowd outside. "I know this is sudden, but we've just heard that someone special just signed up for today's activities." The crowd of dragons whispered among one another. The announcer smiled to himself, letting the statement hang in the air for a moment. He then answered the question on everyone's mind as he said, "I know he is. You know who he is. We all know who he is! My fellow dragons, it's the one, the only, Cyrus!"

Upon hearing his name, Cyrus took that as his queue to exit out onto the field. The crowd cheered upon hearing the dragon's name. The black dragon smiled, waving to the people who were all happy to see him. The announcer continued, singing his praises. "Commander Cyrus has graced us with his presence to fight in an exhibition match, in order to defend his undefeated hot streak here in the coliseum."

The crowd was ecstatic, and Cyrus wasn't a stranger to having this sort of attention. It was true. He was a mainstay of the arena, as he proudly held the record of a combatant with the longest string of wins. It went on to become such a hot streak, that it became illegal to bet on Cyrus's battle, as he was notable for always winning, thus being an easy bet. But the intimidation of being unbeatable didn't stop would be challengers. It was obvious. If they toppled the champion, they would easily become the talk of the coliseum.

"Commander Cyrus's opponent for the afternoon is a warrior from the ranks of the knights. I've been told that this hotshot wanted to try their luck against the Commander! What do you think folks? Do you think this challenger has what it takes?"

The challenger in question appeared from the shadows, and Cyrus examined who he was going to be fighting. To his surprise, it was a female warrior. The words that came to Cyrus were as follows: voluptuous, beauty, grace, and most of all, strength. Much like the majority of the female dragonesses in their society, she was physically well built, muscular, and well toned. WHwas a formidable fighter if she wasn't wearing the same garb that Cyrus wore. Was she from a different battalion? Cyrus felt like he had seen her already, but couldn't quite remember wear. Her expression was calm, and welcoming yet reserved. It was clear to Cyrus to she too was studying him as much as he studied her.

The warrior stood at the opposite end of the raised stage, an ample distance away from him. Amidst the energy of the crowd, the announcer's voice cut through, explaining the rules of the match. "The name of the game is still the same folks. Either you get your opponent to submit, or you knock them out of the platform. It's that simple!"

Cyrus examined the stage. Both he and his opponent were about four tiles away from the edge of the square stone platform. A referee joined them at the platform, standing at the sides. He eyed the two fighters. "You two ready?"

The black dragon nodded, crouching down to center his of gravity, and get into his fighting stance. His opponent at the other side of the stage however remained standing. His eyes darted towards the side as he saw the referee raised his hand up.

"Ready..."

Cyrus cleared his thoughts. He let his years of experience to guide him. He had fought countless numbers of opponents before. He can add another one to the list.

"Set!"

The female warrior remained standing still, making Cyrus if she had a strategy in mind to attack him.

"GO!"

The two fighters exploded with energy. With nothing but their fists and legs as weapons, the two combatants charged at one another. It was Cyrus who threw the first strike. A calculated swing to try and judge how his opponent would counter. The dragoness raised her hand up to block out the strike, then attacked with a punch of her own. Cyrus used his other hand to block, and countered right back at her. What soon followed was what looked like an intricate dance of punches and kicks, each side trying to outmaneuver the other. When his opponent tried to go for a sweep, Cyrus jumped, spinning around in the air in an effort to land a hit with the back of his leg.

The dragoness was just as nimble as he was, ducking just in time, a sharp gust of wind above her head signalling how close she was to getting discombobulated by the strike. She rolled, getting back on her feet to prepare for the next barrage of attacks. Cyrus then decided to try something different. A mixture of a punch, a fake, and then a kick, followed by quick jabs to her left and right. But all of them were getting either blocked, or dodged. His opponent was a well versed fighter, or at the very least, was well familiar with his fighting style.

This wasn't just some dragon who was a hotshot that wanted to take him down. No, there was some preparation behind all of this, and that alone earned her Cyrus's respect.

Throughout this entire ordeal, the crowd was enamored by the fighting. The display of prowess and skill before them, it was like watching a chess match but in overdrive. Most would have expected the dragoness to have lost at this point. Even the commentator was at a loss for words. No one dared to shout or cry out. They didn't want to interrupt the complicated dance the two fighters on the platform were performing for them. Beril and Rayle were seated amongst the crowd, and even they themselves were amazed at how long this match was going.

"Who is she?" Beril asked, not daring to take his eyes away from the two fighters.

"I think she's one of the new recruits into Cyrus's battalion. I could be wrong however," Rayle replied back.

One step back, two steps forward, Cyrus found himself smiling through all of the effort he was doing. This was actually becoming enjoyable. It had been a long time since he found a person that could last as long as he was in this intense bout. "You're not bad!" he managed to say after blocking a job that came close to his face.

"I could say...the same...to you!" she replied back, whipping backwards before going for a swift kick to the head.

Cyrus arched his back, nearly knocking him off balance. He toppled onto his back on the floor. His opponent tried to capitalize on the situation, sending a heavy foot down to land on his chest. But Cyrus moved out of the way, rolling just in the nick of time to evade the attack. He picked himself up, wiping the sweat off the brow of his face. An ample distance was formed between them, effectively giving a short interlude to the fight between the two as they just ended up circling one another.

At this point, the commentator finally found his voice again. "We are in for a treat, ladies and gentlemen! I admit, I did not expect this!. It would seem that our underdog is giving our champion a sweat for the role of champion! What a surprising turn of events!"

The heat of the sun basked down on the two of them, only serving to heat up the already hot fight. Cyrus began to think of a new strategy. His opponent was countering everything he threw at her. He needed to try something different. He flexed his fist, feeling them ache slightly. He judged the distance between them, making mental calculations of what he needed to do.

Cyrus was the first to break formation, sprinting at his opponent. The opposition stood her ground, preparing for whatever Cyrus was ready to throw at her. But Cyrus had something else in mind. He ended his string of attacks by whipping backwards, before spinning on his back leg. She successfully blocked this, but what she didn't expect was Cyrus's follow up. Using his spinning momentum, Cyrus spun, jumping with his other leg to try and clip her.

The resulting attack staggered his opponent, giving Cyrus the opening he needed. He wrapped his tail around her head, and practically carry her down the floor with him. Her entire body came crashing down, a loud smack audible across the entire coliseum. It almost knocked the wind out of her. Cyrus wasn't quick to let up, capitalizing on the situation. He reached outwards, grabbing her leg, and effectively pinning her to the floor.

The crowd exploded, the sound of roaring people deafening the quiet silence from earlier. People cheered, many dragons jumping up and down. This was the first clean hit of the entire match so far. "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT FOLKS! A CLEAN HIT!" the announcer yelled, jumping out of his seat. "After a long string of attacks, Cyrus lands the first clean hit! And it seems he's got his opponent on lock down!"

Cyrus did his best to restrain his opponent, applying pressure where it was necessary. "Give...give up, yet?!" he managed to breath. He was beginning to get exhausted from their fighting.

But his opponent seemingly had other plans. "Fat chance!" she responded confidently. Then, with the finesse that Cyrus could only assume be possible to female dragons, she flipped the two of them over. Cyrus found his view turning head over heels, a tangle of bodies on the stone floor. He did his best to regain his composure, but it would seem his opponent was quick on the action.

Before he knew it, Cyrus was being held down on the floor, his opponent on top of him. He tried to struggle free, but she effectively stopped his retaliation by simply grabbing his legs and twisting them. He momentarily yelped in pain, feeling his joints threaten to dislocate. "How about that?!"

Cyrus knew it.

The crowd knew it

The commentator pointed it out. "WHAT AN UPSET, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" At this point, everyone was on their feet. Even he himself was amazed at the sudden turn of events. He tried his best to struggle from his opponent's grasp, but her grip was too strong. What made it worse was that she was twisting him just at the right angle. Strain emanated from his leg, and the pain was becoming unbearable.

Cyrus only did what he could do.

"I can't believe it folks! Cyrus has been defeated! Our challenger has won, and her name is Violet!" The crowd was wild. Newly minted Violet fans were cheering for her, whilst frustrated Cyrus fans stewed quietly amongst themselves. Either way, the match was over, and a new champion was recognized.

The black dragon laid on the floor, panting and out of breath. In all of the matches he's had, this was the first time he was completely exhausted. He stared up at the setting his sun, a sight he rarely saw as he usually wasn't the one on the floor. A hand came into view, blotting out the light. "That was a good fight!"

He took the hand and was helped up onto his feet, meeting the face of his adversary. "I could say the same to you," he replied back, smiling at her. It was clear that they both gave it their all, and the crowd was happy to see it. The referee walked up to them, and took Violet's free hand. The referee raised it up, to formally signify to the crowd that she was the winner of the exhibition match.

After the fanfare, the two exited the main stage, Cyrus walking next to Violet who looked pleased with herself. "Violet, was it?" he asked her. "I think I remember seeing your name on the recruitment list."

"Happy to serve, Commander Cyrus," she responded.

Cyrus chuckled. "Happy to have you. Though, it looks like I'll be the one serving for the evening."

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It was around later that afternoon that Cyrus found himself in the company of Violet. He had taken an interest in the dragoness. After all, she was the one to break his winning streak that no one thought would be possible, he himself included. The two were inside the indoor spa, enjoying the warm and relaxing atmosphere of the place. The room was spacious, with scented candles illuminating the area, and a large pool in the middle. Water flowed in from the built in fountains, filling the pool with clear blue water. The orange sky, illuminated by the setting sun, was visible through the skylight at the top of the building.

The two dragons were resting on the wooden lounge chairs, just taking their time and letting their sore and aching muscles relax.

They weren't alone however, as other fighters of the day were there was well. The indoor spa was a luxury given to the dragons who fought in the coliseum. It gave them the ability to relax, unwind, and interact with their peers, and even opponents of the day. It was a social space, as the dragons of their kind knew that communicating one's strengths, and most importantly weaknesses, were key factors in becoming better fighters.

"...I've been training my entire life," Violet answered, responding to Cyrus's question to her. "For the longest time, I've wanted to be a fighter, so I trained every day. I learned hand to hand, then mastered as many forms of weaponry I could."

"Well it definitely paid off! You didn't need any weapon to beat me," Cyrus commented. He placed both of his hands behind his head, taking a deep breath.

"Please, don't be so modest, Cyrus," she replied back. "To be honest, I wasn't expecting to pin you the way that I did." She sat up right slightly, her large breasts sagging due to their respective weight. It was a sight that Cyrus admittedly had a hard time averting his gaze from.

"Oh really?"

"Yes," she answered truthfully. She placed a hand on the side of her cheeks. "I only took that risk because if I didn't I would have lost." She then glanced at him. "I suppose that's what I can tell you. You're a great fighter, Cyrus, and I'm sure you're aware of that, but you're not really good at breaking out of holds."

Cyrus sighed. "Yeah, I was never really a grappler," he remarked. "I can do hand to hand, but never the wrestling side of it." He smiled back at her. "I'll be sure to work on it in the future." He then thought for a moment then added, "maybe you can teach me."

Violet was surprised at the statement. "I hardly believe I'm qualified."

"Now you're being modest," Cyrus teased. "Besides, who better to teach me then the one who actually proved to me that I'm lacking in that department."

"Well alright, if you insist," Violet answered, smiling back at him. "Though, I don't think you're lacking in anything," she teased, motioning to the stiff erection that Cyrus was sporting. HIs black cock stood out like a sore thumb, the member pointed straight upwards. It was throbbing needily, and seemingly wanting attention.

Cyrus chuckled. "What can I say, I am in the presence of a beautiful dragoness after all."

Violet licked her lips as she sat upright. "Do you mind if I suck you off?"

Cyrus spread his legs apart as far as he could, "Be my guest," he responded.

The dragoness then went to work, lowering her head to meet with Cyrus's thick cock. The black member throbbed in front of her face, and pre began to leak from the tip. She stuck her tongue out to tentatively give it a lick. It tasted sweet, bitter, and earthy at the same time. It was an acquired taste that she thoroughly enjoyed. "You taste great," she responded.

"Thanks," Cyrus answered. He then took a sharp intake of breath as Violet took his entire length into her mouth like it was nothing. She swirled her tongue around the tip, threatening to have Cyrus's eyes roll to the back of his head. "Holy..fuck..." He was completely out of breath. "You're...amazing...!"

Violet continued in her actions, sucking happily on the black thick cock. Cyrus leaned back, letting out a contented sigh. "I admit, I've been meaning to ask you for this, but I didn't want to seem too forward."

The dragoness momentarily stopped to answer. "I didn't expect you to be the shy type." She nuzzled Cyrus's cock.

"I prefer to think of myself as a gentleman," Cyrus replied coyly.

"Well you don't have to be shy around me. Besides, I've earned this. I am the winner between our fights after all, and I do believe winner gets to do whatever they want with their spoils."

That was true. It was an unspoken rule between combatants in the coliseum. Whoever won the battle, got to do whatever they wanted with their opponent. It was almost like a tradition. No one was against it, as it mostly devolved into sex, and that was a past time all parties enjoyed. It was a fun, pleasured filled way to end the day. It colored rivalries with a sort of sexual undertone, and it made the fights all the more exciting for the participants.

"You've got no complaints here," Cyrus answered back, his breathing hot and heavy. He gently placed a hand on top of Violet's head, coaxing her to continue her efforts.

Cyrus craned his head back, doing his best to pace himself. Violet was giving him a run for his money with the way she was going down on him. Either way, Cyrus encouraged Violet's actions, rubbing the side of her head lovingly as she sucked on his hard and erect cock. The lewd sounds of slurps, kisses, and licks were audible in the spa, and a few other dragons took notice. When Cyrus's eyes met theirs, they just responded with a courteous nod, before continuing to stroke themselves openly to the scene before them. The black dragon could see a glint of jealousy in their eyes, but he knew they were keeping to themselves out of respect. They didn't want to intrude unless openly invited.

It was then that a familiar pair of dragons walked up to Cyrus.

"Cyrus, there you are."

Cyrus craned his head to see Beril with Rayle standing behind him. He took a moment to fix his composure before smiling at the two of them and saying, "oh hey guys, what's up?"

"We were going to ask if you wanted to come fuck with us." Beril held up a vial in his hand, holding a clear liquid. He then smirked in response as he saw Violet continue to suck Cyrus off, seemingly ignoring their presence. "But I see that you're already busy with Violet."

The black dragon sheepishly laughed. "Yeah, I'd love to fuck around, but I'd rather not leave Violet unattended."

It was then that a lewd pop emanated from Cyrus's crotch as Violet eased off on sucking Cyrus's cock. She wiped the saliva off her lips before saying, "I mean, I'm down to be with you guys."

"Oh for real?" Rayle asked. "Beril's been wanting to fuck you ever since you won the match."

"I can see that," Violet responded, referring to the blue dragon's hard cock pointed straight at her. Beril just glared at Rayle. He was about to say something, when Violet reached forward and stroke the tip of his cock. "You've been wanting to fuck me? Aww, I'm touched. That means a lot to me," she said. Beril's cock throbbed in response to the action.

Cyrus smiled, happy that everyone was getting along. "Well I guess that settles it then." He stood up, and helped Violet up to stand. Her pussy was leaking fluids down the side of her legs. He look at his fellow peers. "Let's all have a good time, shall we?"

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It didn't take long for the four dragons to make their way to one of the areas at the side of the spa. It was a neat little area filled with large cushions that allowed anyone to lay on them comfortably. The sound and smell of sex permeated the air, as a couple of dragons were already being intimate with one another. A male dragon was bouncing happily atop his partner who was jack hammering him from below. The male gripped his partner's hips tightly, giving each of his thrust as much power as he could. Neither paid them any heed whatsoever as the group passed by them a set of free cushions that weren't currently in use.

No words were spoken, as none were needed to get their little get together underway. Cyrus seated himself on one of the cushions, and Beril on the other, the two spreading their legs as much as they could to give access to their respective partners. Violet went to work on Cyrus's needy shaft, whilst Rayle went down on Beril's hard cock. "I swear, Ray..." Beril said in between hot breaths. "I'm beginning to think you only lose to me so you can suck my cock."

Rayle responded with only an annoyed glare, but continued his actions whatsoever.

Beril glanced at Cyrus who was leaning back, his smile as wide as his face. "Didn't you lose to her? Why is she sucking your cock?"

"Violet asked for it," Cyrus answered, doing his best to pace himself. "I think she just really loves giving head."

Violet stopped sucking to give herself a momentary chance to add to the conversation. "What can I say, I love cock."

Rayle then chimed in. He wiped the saliva that dripped towards the side of his face. "Who doesn't?"

The two continued their actions, with Violet masterfully taking all of Cyrus's length down her throat. It was an impressive feat, as she did it on her first try. Most of Cyrus's partners usually had to do it a couple of times before they could take his length fully. Wanting to give himself a break, Cyrus patted Violet's cheeks to get her attention. "You want to switch?"

Violet glanced at Rayle who just stopped as well. She then smiled giddily. "Sure. Let's see how that cock tastes."

Rayle happily switched with her, crawling over to Cyrus's side. He then went to work, with just as much gusto on the new cock he was presented with. Beril rested his back onto the cushion, doing his best to be comfortable as Violet sucked on his length. The way she twirled her tongue around the tip of his cock threatened to make him blow right then and there. He gripped the cushions, the whites on his knuckles showing. Violet was a master however, knowing full well when to stop. By the end of it, Beril was out of breath, and aching for more.

"Fuck," he cried out. His heart was beating frantically in his chest. "You're amazing..."

Violet allowed herself to breath, nuzzling the throbbing cock next to her. "Thank you," she answered sincerely. "Years of sucking cock teaches you a thing or two."

"How about taking cock though?" Beril asked.

Violet smiled lustfully. "Why don't we find out?"

"I got dibs on your pussy though," Cyrus called out from behind her.

"Oh what?" Beril responded. Dibs was, afterall, the universal way of calling ownership.

Violet chuckled. It was like seeing brothers argue over something. She found it rather endearing. "Relax you guys." She turned to Beril. "How about this, you fuck my ass, and Cyrus fucks my pussy. How about that?"

Beril thought for a brief moment, before nodding. It was a decent proposition either way. "Alright, fine. But can I get sloppy seconds?"

Violet's eyes narrowed. "I don't know," she said. "Can you?" She then laughed lightly, seeing the look across Beril's face. She then moved forward to kiss him on the cheeks. "Let's find out then."

Beril then laid on his back, making himself as comfortable as he could on the soft cushions. Violet turned her back towards him, giving him an ample view of her voluptuous backside. She then laid on top of him, effectively sitting on his cock. The dragon could barely contain herself. The way her ass constricted his cock was unlike anything he had ever felt before. At this point, Cyrus and Rayle decided to join in on the fun. The two stopped what they were doing and made a move to the other two.

Cyrus moved into position. He aligned his throbbing cock into her dripping pussy, and began to insert it in. Her snatch was slick, ready, and was more than welcoming to the foreign intruder. It wrapped itself around Cyrus's stiff rod, massaging the swollen muscle. Cyrus took a deep breath, his eyes threatening to roll to the back of his skull. Violet's mouth was amazing, but her pussy was something else entirely. As if in silent agreement, he and Beril began to fuck Violet in a slow, but consistent rhythm. Going in and out and ravaging her nether regions.

Rayle, not wanting to be left out, moved to the front to gain access to the other free orifice that Violet had. "Open wide," he said, tapping her cheek with his throbbing cock.

"Happy to oblige," she responded, opening her maw as wide as she could. Being fucked in every hole she had gave Violet extreme pleasure. This was what she wanted, and she didn't want it to stop. The foursome continued like a well oiled machine, the male dragons grunting and moaning with each respective action. Rayle reached outwards to grope Violet's breasts, tweaking her perky nipples. He gently tugged on them as well to give her that extra kick. Cyrus focused on his thrusts, going deep whenever he could. Each time he backed out, Violet's walls clung to him like her life depended on his cock being there. It threatened to make him blow his load way too early. He paced himself, taking a breath every now and then to keep his limit at bay.

Beril on the other hand wasted no time in fucking her. His hips pistoned in and out of her ass, his balls slamming into her lower half. The lewd slap of skin against skin echoed across the room, and his grunts accentuated his efforts. He was enjoying fucking her for all it was worth. His cock throbbed angrily, threatening to release at the drop of a pin. With the way he was going, he wasn't going to last long. Using all the self control he had inside of him, Beril stopped his thrusts to voice out a request. "C-Cyrus..!"

"Yeah?"

"Can you back off for a bit? I want to cum in her pussy," Beril requested. He took out his swollen cock, and Cyrus could tell that as much as a breath on it could set him off.

He grinned. "Sure thing," he answered.

"Thanks." Beril aligned his cock into her now slick pussy and began to fuck Violet erratically. Without warning, he came, a deep grun emanating from the blue dragon. Cum squirted out of his cock and into Violet's now loose pussy. It splattered into her insides, going as deep as they could. Excess seed eventually dripped down, the sheer volume of his load unable to be contained by the dragoness who happily took it all.

"Fucking hell," he remarked, his thrusts slowly beginning to lose momentum. "That was just...fuck!"

Violet's mouth was full of Rayle's cock to fully voice out how she felt, but with the way she was moaning into the red dragon's rod, she was loving every single moment of it. Beril then removed his cock from Violet's pussy, cum leaking out in full and dripping onto the floor. Cyrus was quick to plug it back in, the slick feel of sloppy seconds making his thrusts flow even better. He cursed under his breath, increasing his rhythm of thrust into her. "Even with Beril's cock stretching you out, you still feel tight as ever. Hot damn!"

Cyrus thrusts quickened in pace, and like a lit fuse reaching the end of its wick, he was near his limits. He felt his cock stiffen, the cum inside his balls gurgling to get out. The sound of his balls slapping against Violet's pussy echoed once more, and even Beril underneath Violet felt the power of the black dragon's thrusts. Cyrus growled, before roaring loudly, emptying the contents of his balls into her. Rope after rope of semen ejaculated from his hard rod, into Violet's now super soaked pussy. It mixed in with Beril's own seed, filling her up to full capacity. By the end of it, her pussy was soaked in the seed of two masculine dragons, and she smelled of nothing but sex.

"Holy fuck," Cyrus cried out, his eyes momentarily darkening as the sheer wave of pleasure was a lot for him. His vision eventually came back, and he was met with the view of Violet's sexy body, soaked with sweat, cum, and other bodily fluids. He rode out his orgasm, before eventually coming back down from his high.

The floor beneath them was soaked with their seed completely. It was an utter mess. At this point, Rayle wanted to join in on the fun. Violet was working him tirelessly, eager to suck the dragon for all he was worth. He wanted to cum, but not in her mouth, but also inside of her. "Guys, I want to cum in her pussy too."

Cyrus and Beril grinned. "I'm sure she'd like that," Cyrus responded.

Violet let go of Rayle's cock for the first time, sounding completely out of breath and winded. "Fucking hell, you boys are insatiable aren't you?" She then looked up to glance at Rayle. "Fuck me good like they did, Rayle."

"You don't have to tell me twice," he answered.

Violet momentarily stood up, getting off Beril, before laying back down to give herself access to Rayle. Cyrus and Beril then stood near her, watching lustfully as Rayle had his way with her. The red dragon unceremoniously began to fuck her. Like an animal deep in the woes of heat, he rutted her without care. Violet was free to cry out, moaning loudly for everyone to hear. Without as much fanfare as the two, Rayle reached his orgasm. He was happy to finally get the release he wanted after being teased with a blowjob for so long. His cock ejaculated his seed into her. At this point, she was filled to the brim and was leaking cum freely. The seed of three dragons were inside her, and she felt fully content with it.

After it was all said and done, Rayle was left panting, and completely out of breath. All four of them were. This was by far the most intense fuck fest Cyrus had ever participated in, and he took part in a lot of them. It was then that Cyrus managed to get a glimpse of his surroundings. They were so enwrapped by their own self contained orgy, they didn't notice that others had joined them in their evening sex session. There were a group of other dragons at the side, spit roasting a male who was more than happy to have two cocks shoved into him on either ends.

Another was a pair of male and female warriors, the two having a tender moment with one another. The male dragon was fucking her as they both laid on their sides. He had his arm out to spread her legs as far as he could to give her more access to that sweet glistening pussy.

Overall, it was a typical day inside the fucking room.

"You boys are a ball of fun," Violet said, speaking for the first time. She stood up before them, cum dripping onto the floor by the side of her legs. "Let's do this again sometime?"

"We'd be more than happy to. But for now, I think I'm going to go get a glass of water." Beril remarked.

"I'll go with you," Rayle responded. The two then left, leaving Cyrus and Violet by their lonesome.

"Your friends are quite the fuckers, aren't they?" Violet remarked, watching the two males.

"Dragons of the same scale stick together after all," Cyrus answered.

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"Be honest with me, after that fuck fest, you couldn't stop thinking of my pussy. Am I right?"

Cyrus grunted. He and Violet were laying on their sides, the black dragon balls deep into his wife. He took a moment to breathe, leaning forward to tenderly kiss her on the lips. "I can't stop thinking of your pussy now."

"Oh you fucker," Violet responded, grinning at her husband. Cyrus then started up his rhythm, Violet feeling her body rock back and forth with the motion. The pleasure coursed through her like electricity, energizing her body. "I wonder how Beril and Rayle are doing..."

"I think they're still around," Cyrus responded. He then wrapped her hands around her, embracing her tightly. His hips were a blur, going back and forth as he fucked her tenderly. He planted a kiss on her back. "Why do you ask? You miss their cocks?"

Violet thought about it for a moment. "You and Zane are already a handful...but with Zane being out of the house for a while..." She then grinned at Cyrus.

Cyrus just rolled his eyes. "...and here I thought I was a horndog."

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**Author's Notes:

A 3rd entry into this series my anon commissioner asked of me. This time, anon wanted to commission Cyrus looking back at his past exploits, and show a flashback of sorts. Getting the chance to flex my writing skills in fighting was a nice change of pace, and kind of makes me miss writing Age of Heroes.

I think I'm going to go back into writing those in a few. XD That is, once I find the time. I hope you guys like this commission!**