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Drip... Drip... Drip...

Small droplets of seed beaded and dripped from the two silvery shafts above the orange dragon's face, each thrust from the much larger shaft above them forcing more out. They throbbed with each powerful thrust, almost begging for a hole of their own to bury themselves in.

The orange dragon, Rift, laid on his back beneath them, mouth open in desire. He wanted to welcome them into his maw, to stroke them with his tongue, anything...

Nope, you said you wanted to watch, so you can lie there and watch like an obedient little cuck. He told himself.

Those words held him in place. Right now, he was not the Fire Guardian, nor the head of Dragon City. Currently, he was simply an orange, submissive little dragon. His large shaft twitched in arousal, but had nowhere to go. He would have loved to bury it in his mate's tailhole, however; much to his mixed disappointment and excitement, that hole was already very occupied.

Its owner; the black dragon Sithris, was currently moaning and panting at the stretching said tailhole was currently getting. The bronze goggles that almost always adorned his head struggled to stay in place, threatening to slide down over his half lidded eyes. He was the orange dragon's husband, but was currently bent over with his tailhole spread wide around the shaft of a much larger drake, while his husband watched from below.

It was a kink Rift had wanted to try for a long time, but had never found someone right for the job. Today however, everything had fallen in place...

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"So what you're saying is that you need more funding to convert Warfang's cannons to self-contained shells?" The orange dragon stated, watched the mole intently.

"Yes Master Rift." General Zofuzzy nodded. "After you gave us a casing from Commander Alex's boomstick, we've been able to produce a version for our cannons. While they've proven effective in testing during your hiatus many months ago, we feel we can do more with them with more time and funding."

A gruff sigh turned all heads to Terrador.

"That technology is from a completely different world." He shook his head. "We as a species would grow power hungry with such inventions, such as our ancient ancestors. I think it's best to end this program completely for the sake of the Realms."

Volteer and Cyril both nodded in agreement before all heads turned to the Fire Guardian, the leader of the Warfang Guardians. He pondered a moment before speaking.

"Fighting side by side with Alex, I've seen first hand what firearms can do. They are amazing tools, but in the wrong hands, a utility of destruction unlike what our world has ever seen. Size them up into canons, and I even have to choose against it. Alex was a good friend and helped end the war with Spyro, but we cannot risk coming off to other species as war mongering. It is the vote of all four Guardians that your request is denied."

The small mammal bowed his head in disappointment.

"I understand Masters, I shall inform my men about the denial." With a slight limp, he left the round Council Room, leaving the doors ajar.

"Ancestors..." Rift sighed, laying his head on his desk. "I hate Council Day. At least when I died, it wasn't from boredom."

The Ice Guardian, Cyril, laughed at that.

"Unfortunately young Master Rift, it never gets enjoyable. Just look on the bright sides. One..." He pointed at the yellow body of the sleeping Electric Guardian, Volteer. "That blithering idiot cannot keep himself conscious, so we have little to hear from that irritating mouth of his. And two, we have a few days after this to relax. I know Guardian Candidate Kara is out training with your cousin, but I'm sure you can find other things to keep occupied."

"Well, I guess that's good news then." Rift turned his head away from the others. The other guardians were still adjusting to the allowing dragons within their ranks to have mate's, and Rift wasn't exactly going to blatantly admit he had two. As far as the others were aware, he would be alone while Kara was out training.

"I guess a couple of days of being a lounge lizard would be nice."

Terrador nodded, suspecting the truth. During Carmine's removal of Guardianship, he had noticed the Wind dragoness wasn't the only one that had kissed Rift.

"No relaxing yet my companions, we still have a long day ahead of us." He looked over to the door, spotting another mole, this one smaller, wearing robes. "Mister Phancyshoos, please send in the next person."

A few moments passed before the soft clacking of talons reached the Council Room. White claws connected to gold scales. Rift watched with interest. I may be shit with names, but I would have noticed a dragon like this...

The drake was certainly impressive, appearing only slightly older than Rift, but significantly larger. His body was adorned with glossy gold scales that framed his muscular form. Gold scales were complimented by the royal blue that ran down his chest and filled his wings, as well as a beatiful sail that ran from his head down his tail.

"State your name, home and business here sir. We haven't had many visitors as of late." Terridor stated, smiling. He wasn't really the best at pleasantries, but he was trying.

The gold drake bowed politely and smiled, before turning his head round to pull a saddlebag off his back. He placed it gently in front of himself and turned back to the leaders, leaving the bags open for them to see all the odds and ends within.

"I thank you for the opportunity to speak." He addressed them. "My name is Abraxas. I was born in Schatten City. I have, for the majority of my life, been a traveling merchant."

The Fire Guardian blinked as something caught his eye. Hanging off the side of the saddlebag by a simple cord, was a cog. Bronze in colour with a touch of blue glowing from the hole in the center.

I'll have to see if he'd be willing to sell that... Rift thought to himself. Sithy would love it.

"I am here to seek permission to open an actual shop here in Warfang. My last regular customer disappeared about a year ago, and travelling to find customers has become unreliable. I'm hoping a stationary store would help with a more stable income."

"I say we allow him" Rift stated, surprising even himself. He normally voted last, but had a good feeling about this dragon. "Most of the merchants in the city are moles. Having a fellow dragon would help with a bit of diversity. Plus, he's large enough that if anything happened around the markets, he could step in."

"Fair points" agreed Terrador. "I vote in favour as well"

Cyril gave a nod, and Volteer a snore.

"I guess that settles it" Rift smiled at the golden dragon. "The Guardians unanimously approve of your request. Welcome to Warfang."

"Thank you all so much!" Abraxas' beamed, his tail wagging gently. "I promise to do my greatest to make my store a fine addition to the city."

He picked his saddlebag back up and begun to head out, before stopping and turning around.

"Just quickly, is there anywhere affordable for me to stay around here for the night?"

Rift was about to list off a few when Cyril spoke up.

"Why we were just discussing how our orange friend here was going to be alone and with nothing to do over the next few days. I'm sure he would not mind playing host, would you Rift?"

The Fire Guardian was about to tell Cyril off for volunteering him, but without giving up his secret, there was no real reason he could refuse.

"Yeah, you can come stay with me for a few days if you need it." Rift forced a smile. There goes a few days worth of fun with Sithy. Oh well...

Abraxas beamed, looking Rift up and down.

"That's very kind of you! I really appreciate it. I promise not to be a bother, Master Rift."

"Just Rift will do. Leave your stuff here for now if you'd like. Come back in a few hours and we'll head out."

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"You'd be surprised just how much sustenance you can get from just the bugs you can find under rocks and in dead trees. You've got to be creative if you're to survive long travels without much game around..."

The gold dragon hadn't really stopped since they had left Warfang, recounting countless journeys he had taken. Rift had simply begun making non-committal hums while he wracked his mind with how he was supposed to go about explaining to Sithris why he had brought another dragon home.

"I really do appreciate your hospitality Rift, please feel free to let me know if there's anything I can do to repay the favour."

"Mmhm. I'm sure I'll think of something or other..." Rift mumbled, before the cog hanging off Abraxas' saddlebag caught his eye again. "Actually, now that I think about it, would you be willing to sell me that cog? I have a... friend who adores them, and it looks perfect."

"Ah, that." Abraxas frowned slightly. "I'm afraid that is one thing I cannot part with. I also have a friend who is very fond of them. I had been meaning to give this to him, however his usual dwelling seemed to have been abandoned. He's a tough one, but I still worry about him."

"My sympathies." Offered Rift. "I know what it's like to lose people suddenly."

Abraxas half smiled.

"I'd actually tried to court this friend of mine a few times. Unsuccessfully, I must add. He was always too busy with his inventions and study. I settled on being friends after a few too many failed attempts."

"I know that feeling." Rift chuckled. "Some people are just oblivious. Sounds a lot like Si-" He stopped himself as he spotted the opening in the woods that was his home. "Ah, we're here."

The two dragons began a gentle descent, slowly circling the lake in the center of the clearing. Abraxas looked around, admiring the locale.

"This place is beautiful!" Abraxas exclaimed, touching down on the fine sand around the lake. "I'm honoured to be able to stay in such a fine locale."

Rift landed next to him, tucking his wings back against himself. He had mostly devised how he was going to sort this mess out.

"Thank you. I'm glad you like it, however, before you come in, I need to clarify something. Despite what the other Guardians said, and know for that matter, I'm not alone despite Kara being away. I have another mate. In exchange for letting you stay, I only ask that you keep this to yourself."

Abraxas was silent for a few moments before smirking and giving Rift a wink.

"Not a problem. I promise to keep my lips sealed. Two mate's though, must be fun." He chuckled.

"You could say that..." Rift trailed off, turning towards the cave set into the hillock beside the lake. "Stay here, I'll go get him and introduce you."

"Him? My my, playing both fields then. You are full of surprises."

Rift rolled his eyes and ducked inside the cave, leaving Abraxas to wait by the lake.

The gold dragon looked around, admiring how calm and serene this place felt. He ran a paw across the surface of the crystal clear lake, before lowering his head and taking a few sips.

"Abraxas!?"

The familiar voice caught him off guard. He raised his head and turned around water dripping down his chin. At the mouth of the cave, standing next to Rift was a black dragon. He was sleek and thin, with pure white horns sweeping back from his head. Most familiar however, were the goggles that never seemed to leave his head,

This was the dragon he was worried he'd never see again, standing next to the dragon he'd been offered to stay with.

"Sithris!" He laughed, watching the black dragon spring over to him. "It's been so long, how have you been? What in the world happened to bring you out here?"

Sithris stopped in front of the gold drake and pressed their chests together in a hug.

"I'm good! As for how I ended up here... It's... a long story. I'll tell you over dinner. But what about you? How have you been holding up?"

"Well, it's been tough since my best customer disappeared." Abraxas half frowned, before beaming again. "But I'm definitely relieved to see you well. I'd worried something had happened. Oh! While I remember, I have something for you."

Sithris watched with interest as Abraxas removed his saddlebag and fiddled with something hanging off the side. His eyes went wide as it was presented to him.

"I picked this up after the last time I saw you, and I've held on to it since."

The black dragon was silent for a while, simply staring at the cog in Abraxas' paw. Slowly, he reached out and took it, before grinning madly and sliding it onto one of his horns. He began bouncing around happily, unable to hold in his happy wiggling.

Rift stood at the entrance of the cave still, half smiling. On one hand, it was always nice to see his mate happy. On the other, he remembered Abraxas mentioning that he had attempted to court the dragon he gave that cog to. He chuckled slightly as Sithris ran up to him to show off his new treasure, before watching him run back to Abraxas. The orange dragons heart skipped a beat as he watched his mate kiss Abraxas' cheek as thanks. A buzz ran down his spine, ending rather abruptly between his legs.

He tightened his hind legs as the black and gold dragons approached. They were too busy chatting between themselves to notice the awkward position he was standing in.

"Uh, you two head inside. I'm just going to have a quick dip to... wash off after the trip."

---

"So then I told him that he was free to go, but I was going with him. I'd put a lot of work into patching him up, and wasn't going to just let him wander off and ruin all my hard work." Sithris explained between bites of dinner.

"I guess that explains why all your medical supplies were missing when I popped in. But you've gotta tell me, what made you take a male for a mate? You know I tried to make something with you, and you always knocked me down."

"I was too busy, and my research too dangerous to risk having a mate. When this one-" Sithris pointed at the orange dragon staring absently out of the cave. "Showed up with an army of apes on his tail in my neck of the woods, I realised there was more going on than just me and my little cave. We grew attached over time and once we'd gotten Kara back, we just all settled in together."

"Ahh, that's a shame." Abraxas chuckled. "And here I was thinking you two were open."

"He," Sithris gestured at the orange drake. "Hasn't quite warmed up to the idea of sharing Kara and I, but I guess that's to be expected with his past. Maybe one day."

"Well, I'm sure you know I've always wanted a piece." Abraxas laughed. "If you decide to."

This shook Rift out of his reverie. Heat built up in his face and loins as images of the much larger dragon atop Sithris filled his mind. He shook himself, wondering if that was something he wanted to watch or not. He glanced over and realised all eyes were on him.

"Uhh, what?" He mumbled, trying to inconspicuously fan his wings to cool off.

"Getting a little flustered there are we?" Sithris smirked.

"I uhh, I'm fine." Rift sputtered, avoiding their eyes by looking down, and realising his shaft was already a third out of his slit. Shit! I can't hide that!

"Looks like someone has already warmed up to the idea." Abraxas teased lightly.

Rift took a few deep breaths and tried to calm his racing heart. He glanced up and met Abraxas' eyes. I want to see this.

"As long as you promise not to steal my Sithy away from me, you can have some fun with him." He stated flatly, trying to keep his voice as authoritative as possible.

Abraxas' prior polite and calm demeanour seemed to melt away as a grin grew on his face. He stood up and rolled his shoulders.

"Well, I can't promise he won't want more once I'm done with him," Abraxas said, to which Rift grumbled under his breath. "But I promise I won't deliberately run off with him."

"I guess that's good enough... And if Sithy trusts you, then I trust you." Rift nodded, glancing up at Abraxas. His eyes shot wide open as the gold drake pressed his lips against his. A brief tongue flick of the larger males tongue against his lips ended it, before both Rift and Abraxas turned to Sithris.

The black dragon was sat there with an almost incredulous look on his face. He glanced from Rift to Abraxas before laughing.

"While that was fun to watch, I'm a part of this too you know." He teased. "Surely I should have a say in it."

"Well," Abraxas smirked. "Are you refusing?"

"No, but that's not the point." Sithris chuckled, standing up and wiggling his hips. "Considering it's likely literally my ass on the line."

"Well, I don't bottom, so yes, it is your ass." Abraxas stated, his grin only widening.

"Hon?" Sithris looked the orange drake in the eyes. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

Rift looked between his concerned husband, and the eager gold drake. He leaned in and licked Sithris' cheek.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I know you won't replace me. I trust you... And I want to watch this."

"You're learning, my derp." Sithris giggled and pecked his mate's lips. "I will still be yours after this, and forever after that. Right now however, one particular golden friend of mine is lucky I enjoy getting as much as giving."

Sithris licked his lips, walking over to Abraxas' side and rubbed against him.

"Have at me."

Abraxas felt his confidence skyrocket at that, and turned to the smaller black dragon. He grinned before pressing his lips to Sithris', surprising him. He watched the black eyes go wide before they fluttered shut, before he parted his maw and pressed his tongue against Sithris' lips.

Sithris shivered as he felt the warm, wet tongue at his lips, and opened his maw to let it in. The flexible appendage wormed its way into his mouth and slid along his own tongue. A moan escaped him as he tasted it and felt it explore his maw.

The gold drake growled approvingly as his smaller friend relaxed and submitted to his will, allowing him to enjoy the silvery maw of his friend. He had expected Sithris to put up some kind of resistance, to fight his tongue's intrusion with his own. He was pleasantly surprised to find a willing and cooperative dragon on the other end of his lips. He pulled away after a few moments and began to circle around his prize, admiring the subtle curves of his rear.

"Rift may be your mate, but for now, you're mine."

Rift winced slightly at the comment, in shock at how well the dragon he had only met today seemed to flick every switch of submission in his mate. I've never seen Sithy quite like this...

His arousal only grew from the show in front of him, his large shaft now fully exposed. I'm watching a dragon nearly twice my size dominate my husband... why is this so hot?

A small whimper escaped from Sithris as Abraxas bumped their hips together, tipping the black dragon onto his side. Abraxas continued rolling him onto his back before plunging his tongue back into Sithris' maw, rumbling as he felt the silver tongue wrap around his. They stayed like that for a while, making out in front of Rift until Abraxas pulled away, leaving them both panting.

Abraxas grinned again, looking up and blinking in surprise as two slick, silvery shafts stood at attention between his friends legs.

"Well well, that is a surprise. Not bad my friend," Abraxas complimented, reaching out and and sliding a toe against the dripping tip. "But not necessary for what I have in mind..."

Sithris squeaked as the slickened gold toe was placed against his tailhole, sliding around in a circular motion and spreading his own fluids against his entrance. He watched as the large drake stood over him, leaving a moist blue slit directly above his head.

"Go on, get in there." Abraxas commanded, continuing to press and tease at the tailhole under his toe. "I want to feel that tongue."

Sithris obediently raised his head and nuzzled against the soft scales, inhaling the musky scent that made his body tingle. His tongue slid out of his maw and dragged along the raised flesh that was Abraxas' slit. He shuddered as the earthy taste only made his desire stronger, and his tongue seemed to move on its own.

"Nnng, that's a good boy..." Abraxas panted, lowering his hips and pinning Sithris' head between the floor and his slit. "Keep going."

The black dragon couldn't move his head much from his new position, so began to simply slide his tongue back and forth over the entrance until something firm stopped a swipe. He focused his attentions on it, egged on by Abraxas' grunts and feeling it pulse under his tongue.

Slowly, Abraxas' shaft slid out of the blue slit and into Sithris' mouth. His silver tongue ran all over it, tasting every inch of flesh he could find. His eyes shot open as he felt the toe at his backdoor push into him, sliding in easily with the lubrication from his tips.

"Heh, firm but yielding. You're not new to this, good. You'll need the experience." Abraxas stated, lifting his hips slightly to give his shaft room to grow. "Keep going, you're about halfway there."

Sithris dove back onto the thick member above him, wrapping his muzzle around the hot shaft. His head bobbed up and down, the tip of his snout dipping into the slick slit and filling his nostrils with more musk. He kept at it, even while the slick gold toe rubbed around his insides.

"H-how does it taste...?" A meek voice said next to Sithris.

Sithris opened his eyes and saw Rift half sat next to him, one of his paws rubbing his slit. The black dragon slid off the thick cock and licked his lips, before pressing them against Rift's own and pushing his tongue into the orange maw. He chuckled slightly to himself as Rift moaned and began exploring Sithris' mouth with his own forked tongue, tasting the musky flavour of Abraxas for himself.

The two broke away, and both drew a sharp breath as they looked at the now fully exposed red shaft.

"Holy shit." Rift muttered.

The outsider's shaft put Rift's to shame, the deep red flesh matching its owner's eyes. A spaded tip adorned the end, with a few smooth but pronounced ridges along the underside. The whole thing progressively got thicker towards the base until it connected to a knot that made Rift whimper and Sithris clench instinctively.

"That's... big..." Sithris wondered, reaching up and cupping it with his paws.

"And I plan to use it all." Abraxas chuckled, slipping another toe into Sithris' entrance. "So for your sake, I'd make sure it's nice and slick."

Sithris dutifully returned his tongue to the hot appendage, slathering the bulging knot with as much saliva as he could. He pulled it back into his maw and resumed bobbing, flicking his tongue up periodically. His eyes squeezed shut as he pushed himself as far as he could manage, feeling the thick tip pushing at the entrance to his throat.

Rift simply sat and watched, his paw squeezing his own shaft as he watched his mate's mouth move up and down the red cock. Will that even fit...? He wondered. A squeak from Sithris caused him to glance over at Abraxas, who had removed his toes and begun flicking his tongue across the black dragons tailhole.

Sithris moaned around the obstruction in his maw, struggling to push himself any further up the cock. The slick tongue circled and stroked his entrance, causing his shafts to pulse and leak their pre onto his belly. He gasped as the red muscle suddenly pushed its way inside him, and Abraxas promptly used the opportunity to thrust and force more dick into Sithris' throat.

Rift shivered as he watched his mate's throat distend, the firm flesh within leaving a rather obvious shape in the small black scales. On the other end, Abraxas' thick tongue thrashed around inside the black dragon's ass. Both ends of his mate stuffed by the same dragon.

The black dragon struggled to stay relaxed, his throat swallowing around the massive intrusion, and his tailhole trying to clench around the slippery tongue. His chest arched slightly as Abraxas began to thrust slowly, gently fucking his throat. He couldn't help but moan around the thick rod as the tongue in his rear wiggled and thrusted inside him. The knot bumped against his nose, leaving a visible bulge in his neck. He could feel Abraxas tensing, debating whether he wanted to breed the slick throat of his friend now or move on to his real goal.

He panted for air as Abraxas withdrew from both ends, leaving him feeling rather empty.

"Up. Both of you." Abraxas commanded, stepping off the black drake and watching the obedient dragons get onto their feet. "Orange, onto your back. Black, stand over him."

Rift rolled onto his back and watched as Sithris stood over him, the two silver shafts hanging just over his head. His eyes fixed onto Abraxas, who slowly circled them once before stepping over both of them and allowing his shaft to rest on Sithris' rump. An approving growl escaped the gold drake.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to see you underneath me..." Abraxas whispered, rolling his hips. "Now, head down, tail up."

Sithris obeyed, dropping his chest to the ground and lifting his tail up and to the side. He shivered as he felt the hot red shaft rub against his tailhole and whimpered needily. His claws dug into the ground as he felt the hot tip poke at his entrance, and his shafts jumped as the head pushed in.

Abraxas stopped, relishing the tight pulsing of his friend's ass around his cock. As much as he wanted to keep sliding in, he held still and looked down at the two smaller dragons.

"You two sure about this? I can get pretty rough."

"Y-yeah" Rift murmured, already doubting how much of that red shaft would fit in his mate.

"We're sure." Sithris managed between breaths. "Just, try not to split me in half? I'm sure Rift wouldn't approve of that."

"I'll try my best..." Abraxas licked Sithris' neck, before gently clamping his jaws around it and pushing another ridge into his friend.

"HoooOOoh boy..." Sithris moaned, his eyes crossing from the sensation. "Big, very big!"

Abraxas bit a little harder, Sithris' statement stroking his ego. He began to roll his hips, letting the first ridge pop in and out of the tight hole. The small gasps and moans from his new claim urged him on, and he lifted a hind leg to hook it around Sithris' hip for leverage before spiking his hips and pushing all three ridges inside.

Rift gasped, watching his mate's hole stretch wide to accommodate about a third of the thick shaft. The silver shafts above his head dripped pre onto his snout, which he quickly flicked his tongue out to collect. He moaned quietly as he stroked his own shaft, his tailhole clenching sympathetically for his mate.

Gasps and moans were all Sithris could make as the hot shaft slid back and forth, aided by Abraxas' thick saliva and sending ripples of pleasure through him as each ridge popped deliciously in and out. His tailhole radiating waves of mixed pain and pleasure at the large insertion. He pushed his hips back onto Abraxas' cock, moaning loudly as the smoother section of it slid easily into his increasingly stretched entrance.

A squeak escaped him as he felt a bump at his entrance, hot and steep. He glanced under him and saw through Rift's reflective chest plates the giant knot pressed against his rump. His tail curled up and rubbed his belly above his slit, feeling the distinct firmness from under his scales. Moans left him as Abraxas slid out to halfway and began humping into him rapidly, his hind legs quivering under the assault.

Rift watched in wonder as the show above him picked up the pace, his paw stroking his own shaft in time. How is that thing even fitting in there..? He glanced up and bit his lip as he saw his mate's belly visibly bulging at each thrust of the monster cock, and whined quietly as he could only imagine how full his mate must feel.

The sounds coming from his mate had the orange dragon thrusting his hips, each whimper and moan music to his ears. He wasn't exactly small in that department, but he still had to angle himself to get Sithris like this, whereas Abraxas was simply so huge he was hitting every spot with each thrust. His face was getting covered in the pre forced out of his mate's shaft with each pump, and resorted to simply keeping his maw open to catch what he could.

Sithris began bucking involuntarily, his eyes squeezed shut and his moans quieted to small, rapid gasps as a pressure began to build within him. His tunnel started to clench rapidly, sending waves of pleasure through the gold drake above him. He started rocking his hips in time with the thrusts, feeling that heavy knot battering against his entrance ruthlessly.

"I-AH! C-clOse! Nng..." He barely managed, before lolling his tongue out.

Abraxas doubled his efforts, close himself. He could feel his claim's tailhole beginning to stretch a little more, but not enough to push his knot in without some kind of assistance. He slowed his thrusts slightly, drawing out to the tip before slamming back in. He released his jaws from Sithris' neck and raised his head skyward, roaring loudly as he began unloading bursts of hot seed into the tight tunnel around his cock.

Rift shivered as he watched his mate's belly swell, each pulse from within filling him up until it began to spill out. Hot, thick seed splashed onto his neck and chest, but he was too busy staring at the massive knot above him to notice.

Slowly, bit by bit, aided by the still increasing amounts of seed, the huge round knot slid into the black dragon. A loud groan came from Sithris, rising in pitch as his entrance was stretched wider than ever before. He went quiet in a silent moan as he reached the midpoint, before the rest of it was sucked in.

Sithris nearly passed out as his body convulsed, the massive orb of a knot sliding home into his depths, and forcing him to orgasm. Heat built up rapidly inside him as his plugged rear was pumped full of hot seed, filling his belly out. His own shafts fired off their payload, painting the floor and the orange dragon below him.

Rift shivered as his mate's seed coated his face, and the familiar taste dripping into his maw set him off. His own seed splattered against both larger drakes rears, and coated his own belly thoroughly.

Everything slowly quieted down as moans turned to panting, and the ringing from Abraxas' roar subsided. All three dragons were still, reveling in the afterglow. Abraxas was the first to recover some sense, carefully looking under him and relaxing as he saw his friend still in one piece.

"You... hah... You okay Sith..?" He panted, gently nudging his friend's head.

Sithris was limp, his eyes glazed over and his tongue hanging out. Abraxas realised the only thing keeping him up was Sithris' ass connected to his groin.

"What about you, orange? Enjoying the view?" Abraxas teased.

"I can't believe it fit..." Rift whispered, admiring his mate's swollen belly.

"Mrf, nice and snug. Now, you want to help hold him up? I think he's a little out of it."

Rift reached up and brushed Sithris' belly, admiring the slight jiggle before placing his paws inside the black thighs and lifting gently.

"Alright, brace yourself, I'm pulling out."

Rift watched in awe as Abraxas began pulling, and that red orb slowly reappeared. Bit by bit, the large, cum-coated knot stretched the black tailhole back up to its limits. Abraxas grunted and moaned with each inch, feeling the pleased shudders of the tunnel around him.

"Here it comes..." Abraxas warned, before giving one last tug.

Rift barely closed his eyes in time as a deluge of hot white seed poured down over him, completely drenching what few patches of face had still been clean. His maw filled several times over as he struggled to swallow what he could before the seed shower slowed to a stop. He felt the weight of his mate ease as Abraxas helped lower Sithris to the floor. He brought his paws to his face and wiped his eyes clean, blinking as the first thing he saw was Abraxas' huge cock.

"Your mate is a little too out of it right now, so why don't you clean me up?" Abraxas asked, but both drakes knew it wasn't a request.

The orange dragon nodded meekly before obediently sliding his tongue over the tapered head, moaning slightly to himself. The flavour wasn't unfamiliar, but still not something he was used to. He licked until he'd cleaned every drop of the throbbing shaft, working himself back up in the process.

"That... That was fun..." A strained voice caught Rift's and Abraxas' attention. "What a stretch!"

Sithris had regained enough sense to speak again, and looked down at himself. His belly was still slightly swollen, the hot seed within him warming him pleasantly. He curled his tail to run the tip around his entrance, surprising himself to feel it slip straight in. A few inches easily slid in until his thickening tail caught the edges, his entrance gaping from the earlier abuse.

"It was an honour my friend," Abraxas grinned proudly, admiring the view. "It could only get better to make you my own, but I couldn't tear you two apart. Still, don't hesitate to come around or invite me over for more of this. I might even have a few friends who might be interested, should you wish to try a variety."

"Sounds like fun..." Sithris trailed off, sliding his tail back out.

Abraxas circled back around and laid behind the black dragon, wrapping around him. Sithris cooed softly as Abraxas placed a paw over him.

"Tell you what, you can help out this time, Rift" Abraxas smiled at him."

"This time?" Rift questioned, before noticing Abraxas had already lined himself up and was sliding back into the black dragon.

"Of course," Abraxas stated, resting his knot against the stretched ring once more, making Sithris moan quietly. "Sithris and I have a few years worth of catching up to do"

Rift stared at the two other dragons, torn for a moment before padding over and setting himself to work on his mate's twin shafts. He had already enjoyed watching his mate fucked by this much larger dragon, and was eager to see it again.