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Well, this story has taken me much, much longer to complete than I had originally planned. I had some problems finding my way back into the setting, but at least now I have an idea of what needs to change in my original plan for the series. The next part is already being worked on, and I hope to get it ready in a couple of weeks if my workload doesn't go crazy again in the meantime x)

I hope those of you still interested in reading my stories enjoy this one to the fullest.

Stay safe everybody.

On Wings of Shadow

The strangest blossoms

A crisp, clean day hung lightly in the air over the palace. The heavy rain had washed the dust off the high walls, cleaning away the troublesome stains of the past weeks. While the sun lazily climbed over the distant mountains, the air was almost sizzling with excitement. Something was about to happen; one could almost feel it on the soft breeze.

A single ray of sunlight fell through the heavy curtains of Tirran's chamber, softly dancing over the fur of the two foxes, who were still lying in bed. Emrin groaned as he slowly opened his eyes and blinked into the light. Tirran was softly purring next to him, his arms still draped around his brother's body. Emrin sleepily rubbed his forehead. What a night. He tried to slip out of his brother's embrace, causing him to growl quietly in protest and tightening his hold around him even more. Emrin sighed. "I know you're awake Tirran. Would you be so kind to let me go please?"

Tirran grinned as he pulled his younger brother closer. "You didn't seem so intent on getting out of bed last night. Is something amiss?"

"Tirran, I have work to do." He squirmed halfheartedly and couldn't help but smirk as Tirran kept holding him back. It was actually quite nice to be hugged like this for once, and to wake up in a warm bed, next to somebody he had spent the night with.

"Just a couple more minutes Emrin. After your.. performance last night, I know you could muster the stamina to have another little romp with me, before you start that long.." His hand began to slide down along Emrin's body, coming to rest between his legs. "hard.. workday of yours, don't you think?" Tirran chuckled quietly as the younger fox moaned and shivered under his caresses.

"But.. Tirran, I.. mmmhhh.. What about your new job?" Emrin's tongue lolled out of the side of his muzzle as the hand between his legs gently fondled his pride.

"Oh, don't you worry about that. I'm an expert when it comes to jobs." He giggled as Emrin began to pant faster, pressing his head back against Tirran's chest. "Looks like I finally got you in the right mood, hm? And now.." He leaned forward and brought his muzzle close to his brother's ear, his voice little more than a whisper as he gently rolled the younger fox over onto his back. "allow me to repay you for that wonderful massage you gave me yesterday."

Emrin moaned as Tirran moved down his body, stroking and kissing him all along the way. He decided that there truly were more important things than work. Well, at least far more pleasant things.

* * *

Tarras groaned. He had spent most of the previous day in bed. How could he have drunk so damn much? And if that hadn't been bad enough, he had even managed to pass out right in front of the emperor he had been trying to impress. He ducked just before a giant blade sliced through the air, right where his neck had been moments ago. It was just so frustrating; how was he supposed to win him over, if he wasn't granted even the slightest chance.. He opened his maw and the training dummy in front of him vaporized in a blistering storm of searing red fire. The guards around him started to cheer, but he barely noticed them.

"Quite impressive."

The red dragon turned around to face the captain of the guard. "Please don't try to cheer me up, Kirinia. I know my timing was horrible. I dodged way too late and my flames hit the dummy in the wrong spot."

The dragoness stared at the inferno behind him. "I think you're exaggerating, Tarras. Nothing could have survived an attack like that."

"I was aiming for its chest, but the center of the flames struck just above the waistline. A dragon could have easily dodged an attack like that, but since I ducked too late, I wouldn't have been able to attack anyway, because I would have been dead." He sighed deeply as he walked past the confused dragoness. It was hard to focus on fighting while the rest of his body seemed to be focused on something else entirely. Tarras frowned as he walked past a group of guards and his nostrils caught a whiff of their scent. Soon the whole palace would be filled with that smell, and even though he had no interest in any kind of intimate contact with females, his body was driving him crazy, nonetheless. A group of ambassadors walked past, greeting him politely, before they disappeared into the guest quarters. It had been nice of Ki'Jala to give him his favorite chamber, the one close to the guard's training grounds.

Warm sand crunched softly beneath his paws as he trotted towards the gardens. Back at his home, there were not too many plants. The earth there was hard and unforgiving; filled to the brim with coal, sulfur and iron, covered only by a thin layer of barely fertile soil. He had once tried to plant a dagger tree there, back when he was little older than a hatchling. Dagger apples were very sour and juicy, and the stem of the trees was covered in thick daggerlike thorns, hence the name. It was an extremely tough and durable plant, but not even that had been able to grow there. The red dragon shook his head. No, nothing sweet and tender could survive under such conditions. He walked around a corner and grunted in surprise as he bumped into another dragon. Tarras lost his footing on the soft ground for a second, stumbled, fell and suddenly found himself on top of somebody.

"Hrng.. could you please get off me? You're pretty heavy.."

Tarras groaned as he raised his head and looked at the dragon beneath him. "Oh damn.. Sorry Sirion, I was just thinking about something and.."

The green dragon tried to crawl out from under the bigger male. "It's okay, I'm fine. Could you please get up now? I can feel that you.. enjoy the situation, but it might become a bit embarrassing if somebody finds us like this."

The red dragon got up again. "Sorry.. I guess my body is reacting to the overabundance of female scent in the air." He noticed the expression on Sirion's muzzle and sighed uneasily. "That wasn't supposed to mean you're not a good looking male, it's just that you aren't really my type."

Sirion got up and shook the dust off his scales, before he turned to Tarras. "Well, I know what you're talking about. Mating time can be pretty.. difficult for some of us." He smiled uneasily as he took a closer look at the other dragon's body. The effects of the excessive training that took most of a fire dragon's time, could easily be noticed.. The way his muscles worked beneath the scales as the bigger dragon walked up to him was slightly mesmerizing.

"I hope I didn't hurt you. I was just on the way back to my quarters." Tarras carefully examined the green dragon to see if he was hurt but couldn't find any physical injuries. He sighed deeply. It would have been bad, if he had somehow managed to seriously hurt the emperor's mate. Maybe even bad enough for him to be sent back to the burnt wasteland he called home.

The green dragon shook his head. "No, as I said, I'm fine. Do you.. want to lend me company? My mate is busy with official tasks today and it looks like the other fire dragons have left already."

"I sent them back home, so they wouldn't cause any trouble around here. My kind tends to react quite harshly at times." Tarras noticed, that the emerald dragon was still looking at him expectantly. "Well.. I guess it would be nice to have some company for a change, so.." He shrugged as he began to walk on, and the green dragon followed him. The sweet, arousing scent of the dragonesses slowly began to mix with another one.. It was strong and heavy like precious wine as it flowed into his overwhelmed nostrils like thick, glistening honey, making him shiver in delight. A scent like that.. His head turned towards the green dragon at his side, as he sniffed the air to find the origin of that scent. No, it wasn't exactly him, but somehow, it seemed to stick to him.. The red dragon licked his scaly lips absentmindedly. It had to be the essence of another male; a strong one.. which could only mean..

"Are you still worked up over the females?"

Tarras almost stumbled as the green dragon's voice tore him from his thoughts. "No, I.. um.." He noticed that the green dragon was staring at his loins and suddenly, he realized why. The red dragon groaned through gritted teeth as the breeze brushed over his exposed erection. "It's.. um.. another scent."

Sirion sniffed the air and blushed, as he realized what the bigger male was talking about. "Oh.. that is my mate's. We had some.. spare time in the morning." He smiled shyly as they walked into the shadow of one of the buildings. "Where are we going by the way?"

The red dragon gave a short grunt as he tried to focus on anything other than scents. "I don't know actually.. I was heading for the gardens, but those damn smells are making my head spin."

"Hm.. Are you up for a short flight?"

Tarras thought about it for a moment. "Well.. might be nice to smell something else than needy females for a change.."

Sirion grinned as he spread his wings. "Try to keep up then." He launched himself into the air, quickly beating his wings as he began to gain altitude.

"Damn.. I had forgotten just how fast emeralds could be.." The red dragon smirked as he spread his wings. Finally. Maybe this would turn out to be a worthy challenge for him.

* * *

Serath sighed as he brought his sigil down onto the liquid wax on yet another official document. "Is it really necessary for me to sign all of those personally?"

Naissa giggled. "You said you wanted to have a real task for once. What did you expect?" She leaned forward and blew the dust off an old book.

"Well, I thought I'd get to decide something of importance." He looked at the document in front of him. Provisions. It was basically a shopping list for the palace kitchen. "Maybe sit in court, negotiate with some of the ambassadors, or something like that."

"Why would you even want to sit in a courtroom? The things people need to have settled around here are among the most boring things I can imagine." The raptoress laid the book aside. "Also, you know you don't have to prove anything, right? You're an emperor after all."

The black dragon groaned as he got up. "Right now, I feel like some kind of breeding stud at best. This morning, I overheard some of the guards talking about who of them would be first to be granted the honor of mating with me, once the queens have had their turn." He walked towards the door leading to his office's balcony and pushed it open. The countryside stretched out in front of him, as he walked out into the sunlight.

"So that's what this is about?" The raptor laid some documents back onto the table, before she followed him.

"I don't know. Maybe not. I mean, sure, I'm worried I won't be able to spend as much time as I want with my mate anymore, but.. What is it that actually makes me an emperor?" He sighed as his view wandered over the plains and the softly waving grain fields.

"Well, you were born to be one." Naissa grimaced as he sighed. "What about that trade deal with the king of Kerennya?"

"I wouldn't call that an act of special importance; he merely asked me for support and I.."

"Decided that the empire should help him." She walked up to the dragon and laid a hand on his shoulder. "You give other people someone to look up to; someone who makes their lives worth living again. You give them hope."

The black dragon gave her a questioning look. "Do you.. really think that?"

"I think you're worth far more than just a title." Naissa smirked as she felt his mood brightening slightly. "And now, I think we should get back to work already."

* * *

"Again?" Tirran grinned as he watched his brother slowly turning his head towards him. "You weren't planning to leave me so soon, hm?

The younger fox sighed. He had just made it to the edge of the bed this time. "I thought you might have finally fallen asleep."

"I like to enjoy the afterglow with my partners, instead of falling asleep in front of them right away." He could hear a soft moan from Emrin as he wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him back down onto the bed. It was nice to feel his warmth close to him, to smell the wonderfully familiar scent of his fur. "It has been quite some time since we last shared a bed, hasn't it?"

Emrin felt a shiver run down his spine as his brother gently licked his neck. He lay next to him again. "Well, the last time was back when we were whelps. I think it was because you had managed to break your bed by jumping on it together with Sorram." He rolled around onto his other side to find his brother looking at him thoughtfully. "Tirran, I.. I like to be with you like this, you know?" A paw gently brushed across his back.

"I can feel that, I guess." Tirran's paw slowly traveled down towards the base of the younger fox's tail, gently pulling him closer. He started to push his hips forward, gently grinding his foxhood against that of his brother.

"It's not because of that.." He swallowed uneasily as his brother raised an eyebrow. "Well, it's not only because of that. I mean, you're amazing. It's.." Emrin averted his gaze for a brief moment before he laid his arms around his brother, gently placing a paw on the back of his head. He hesitated shortly, letting his eyes wander over the form of the older fox.

"See something you like?" Tirran grinned as he was gently pulled forward until their lips met. A surprised gasp escaped him, as he felt his head being tilted gently, and his lips parted to welcome Emrin's tongue. His heart began to beat faster, as he returned the passionate kiss, his hands roaming over the other fox's body. Tiny sparks of light danced over his form as his fur reflected the light, that fell in through the curtains, giving him an almost angelic aura. He groaned as his lover's tongue slowly left his muzzle and brought his head forward to try and stop him from breaking the kiss. Their eyes met again as their lips parted and Tirran whined softly. "That was.. Wow. I didn't know you could kiss like that."

Emrin blushed slightly as he softly licked across the other fox's lips. "You're.. special to me, you know?"

"You're special to me, too." Tirran gently stroked Emrin's cheek, as he looked at him dreamily. "I haven't been kissed like that by too many others, you know?"

"It's.. a shame you're already taken, hm?" Emrin shook his head as he gently stroked his brother's chest.

Tirran giggled softly. "Well, if I wasn't, I think I might be seriously tempted to change that now." He felt Emrin snuggling up to him and smirked. "Emrin, normally I'm supposed to be the one doing that.."

"Do you remember the time when you told father, that you certainly wouldn't be the one producing heirs for the family, and how you'd rather take it up the ass instead? Gods, I thought he was going to tear your head off."

Tirran chuckled softly. "Ah, that.. Well, I was never trying to hide who I am. Wasn't always easy though.. If you're a commoner, nobody cares about which kind of holes you stick your prick in, but wolgar help you, if you're born a noble." He gently stroked his brother's head as he rested it against his chest. "I don't want you to get hurt Emrin.. Maybe it was too selfish of me to ask you for this.."

"It's not as if I hadn't wanted it." Emrin smiled as he licked the older fox's chest. "I always had a soft spot for you. Never really expected you to be my first though."

Tirran's ears twitched as he sat up and held the younger fox close. His expression became worried. "Did.. did you..? I.." His arms closed tightly around Emrin. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.. to.."

"To be as amazing as that? Tirran, I can't imagine anyone else could have been a better first choice than you."

"But I.." Tirran's heart was racing in his chest, as he looked down at his brother.

"You could see how much I wanted it, and how much I wanted you." Emrin got up slowly, only to gently pull the older fox down with him again. "Thank you for that."

"Emrin.."

The younger fox looked deep into his eyes, smiling softly as he slowly drew him closer and their lips met again. "Again?"

Tirran smiled uneasily as he licked his lips and rolled over onto his stomach. "This is.. really okay for you?" The younger fox started to gently nibble at the back of his neck, making him moan in pleasure. "You seem to have a talent for finding soft spots. Well, let's see if you can fuck me just as great as you kiss." Tirran got up on all fours and started to slowly wag his bushy tail, before raising it to offer his tailhole to his brother.

Emrin growled playfully, as he pushed himself up behind the older fox and softly stroked his brother's hips. His cock slid into the cleavage of Tirran's butt, throbbing eagerly and spreading his precum over his backdoor.

Moaning in pleasure, Tirran turned his head to look at him. "No foreplay? My, somebody is eager.." He purred as his brother leaned forward to nibble on his neck.

"I got you nice and wet, didn't I?" His paw moved down along the front of the older fox's body, gently stroking across his erection.

Tirran grinned as he slowly pushed back against the pressure at his back entrance, yet not enough to make it slip inside. "Can't argue with that, I guess.. So, what comes next?" He moaned loudly as his brother slowly thrust forward, sliding the tip of his length into his welcoming depths.

"I claim the fox I want for myself."

Emrin's voice was but a whisper in his ear, laden with lust and emotion. Tirran shivered slightly as he felt his brother's warm breath wash over his neck, before Emrin's teeth gently dug into it again. He growled playfully, sinking his claws into the bed sheets and clenching up on the cock that was entering his nethers. A pair of jaws closed tighter around his neck in response, not enough to cause pain, but reminding him of the presence of his surprisingly dominant brother. "I was just kidding Emrin, no need for you to be like that." With a smirk, he relaxed his muscles and groaned in lust, as his brother sank his cock into his ass all the way up to his swelling knot. He could feel the younger fox shifting his weight onto him, gently but insistently pressing him down into the sheets. A low moan escaped his lips. When had he been taken like this for the last time? He was always the one who teased and seduced his partners, but it was also he who ended up riding them, or at the very least pushing them into the direction he wanted. But this.. A shiver ran through his body as Emrin pulled so far back that he feared he might pull out and ruin the wonderful sensation, until he slowly pushed it back in again. He knew that he was being tested, and this time, there was no resistance as his brother slid into his welcoming depths. An approving growl sounded at his back, and gentle vibrations tickled over his neck, before the jaws around it loosened and a warm tongue gave him a long rewarding lick.

Emrin raised his head and inhaled deeply, smelling the arousal of his submissive partner. It was an impossibly pleasant feeling to top him like that. He brought his hips forward, pressing his knot against Tirran's anus, causing him to groan and raise his ass even higher while his head sunk to the bed. He pulled back with a pleased growl and started to fuck that deliciously tight orifice in a slow rhythm, listening to the soft moans and yips of pleasure coming from below him. One of his paws gently stroked across his brother's back, all the way up to the back of his head, before returning to his side in order to stabilize himself.

Tirran grunted as he felt the fox on top of him speed up. He wasn't used to being handled like this, but it felt surprisingly right. This was something he absolutely had to try with Logan once the time came.. His erection slapped gently against his stomach, coating the soft fur with precum in rhythm with Emrin's shoves. He licked his lips and let one of his paws travel down his body, wrapping his fingers around his member to stroke himself off. A low growl from above caused him to stop for a moment, and he whined in frustration as his hand was plucked off his length and placed back onto the sheets next to his head again. He could feel the younger fox adjust his position slightly and the next shove of his hips caused the length of that wonderful cock to glide just perfectly against his prostate, drawing a long moan from him. "So, you want to.." A warm tongue lapped across his neck, making him shiver as he completely surrendered himself to his partner.

Emrin smirked and licked his lips as the older fox started to push himself back against his thrusts, urging him to speed up. He growled playfully and kept his pace, enjoying the way his brother moaned and shivered beneath him, while he claimed his tight ass. His own lust was slowly rising to the peak and Tirran's insides were already deliciously slick with pre. It had been a good idea to talk to Naissa after all, not only because of all the things she had had to tell him about having sex with other males of course. Seeing her suggestions put into action and working their magic on his brother was.. breathtaking. Tirran's tail swished from side to side, which was just another sign of how much he wanted him to go faster. Emrin growled playfully. He just loved the feeling of that tight enclosure around his length and wanted to enjoy it as long as possible, but the older fox was slowly getting desperate, so letting him wait any longer would just be unfair. On the bright side, he could just claim him again later.

Tirran grunted in pleasure as he felt his brother finally speed up. A thick drop of precum slowly ran down his tip, before it got thrown off onto the sheets by the motion, connecting his cock to the bed with a long, glistening strand. His claws dug deeper into the bed as he fought the temptation of touching himself. Most of the males he had been with wouldn't even have cared if he got off and most of the time it had seemed to just be a matter of who got to empty their balls first. He groaned as his brother's balls gently slapped against his backside. Just a bit more.. The pressure he felt rising inside of him was begging to be released, but he couldn't touch himself. It was almost driving him insane. His hips started to shake as Emrin continued to steadily fuck him; his throbbing cock gliding deep into his welcoming passage and massaging his battered prostate. Tirran bit his tongue as he finally came and his dick began to unleash his pent up cum in long copious jets.

The younger fox growled in approval as he felt his brother's muscles clench around him, trying to send him over the edge too, but he stoically kept his rhythm, fucking the older fox through his orgasm. His cock rubbed relentlessly against Tirran's most sensitive spot, drawing his orgasm out longer and longer, until the jets of his cum turned to a weak dribble. He noticed how his brother had stopped to push back against him, effectively allowing him to use his ass however he wanted. With a low grunt, he finally gave up his inner resistance and pushed forward as hard as he could until his knot slipped past Tirran's tailhole and into that wonderful hot embrace beyond. He moaned as his cock began to twitch inside of his brother, slowly filling him with his seed while the knot bound them together.

Tirran groaned weakly as he enjoyed the feeling of being claimed like that. Normally he didn't let his partners knot him, but after such a great romp, it would have been a crime to deny his brother that pleasure. "That.. was.. amazing." He smiled, still panting heavily, as Emrin licked across his cheek and carefully lay down on top of him. "Hey, you're quite heavy you know?"

Emrin chuckled softly. "I think you can accept my weight until my knot softens up enough for me to pull it back out, hm?" He gave a surprised gasp as his brother turned below him, pushing him off and then coming to rest in front of him.

"You're lucky you get to stay inside. I hope you don't think I'll let you fuck me like that all the time from now on." He felt Emrin's arms wrapping around his chest and cuddled up to him. "I seriously can't believe you don't have a mate yet.. I mean, I never had a partner, who.. managed to do that to me. To make me cum like that, you know?"

"Never, hm?" Emrin gently nuzled the older fox's ear and giggled. "You want me to give Logan some advice?"

Tirran rolled his eyes. "Of course not. I'll have to teach him myself I guess." A soft breeze washed over his body, carrying the scent of flowers. "Honestly, I feel slightly tempted to keep you to myself now. After all, Logan has all those females I'll have to share him with, so that'd be only fair, don't you think?"

"Just tempted, hm?" The younger fox smirked as he gave his knot an experimental pull, only to feel Tirran's muscles clench around him.

"I said you get to stay inside, not that you're allowed to pull out. I'm not giving up on such a great cock that easily." He stayed silent for a moment before he spoke again. "And yeah.. I am very seriously tempted. You're my brother and I love you, but I also love Logan and.. you know he is the one I want.. right? It's a pretty strange time to become so tempting for me all of a sudden Emrin." A smirk crossed his features as he turned his head and kissed the younger fox. "We.. can still keep this going if you want. I mean, you're my official mate for now and after that.. well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

"So.. that means you're planning to keep me exclusively for yourself now? What if I happen to find somebody else?" Emrin let his fingers play over his brother's back.

"Oh, don't worry about that. There's nothing better on the market than me. What more could you possibly want, hm?" Tirran grinned as he felt his brother harden inside of him again and pushed himself backwards, shoving Emrin onto his back and straddling him in the process. "Well, looks like somebody can't get enough of my butt.. Don't worry, I have just what you long for." He rubbed his backside gently against the younger fox's hips, lifting himself up slightly to allow the deflating knot to slip out again. "Since you already lubed up my rump so generously, let me show you, how to properly ride a fox."

Emrin licked his lips, as his brother's soft tail stroked across his chest. It would truly be hard, if not impossible, to find someone comparable to Tirran.

* * *

Tarras had lost sight of the green dragon somewhere in the clouds. He had gotten close to him a couple of times, but Sirion had always been able to go just a little bit faster whenever Tarras had almost reached him. He turned his head, scanning the surroundings like any warrior would, but as it turned out, this was not particularly helpful within a floating heap of water. He grimaced, squinting his eyes. Should he turn around and head back to the palace? Without Sirion, his return would appear strange at best.. No, he had to find him, even though he was pretty sure that the emerald dragon would find the way back on his own. With a quiet snort, he began to lose altitude, sinking towards the ground in long circles, like a bird of prey in search for a victim. The red dragon breathed in deeply as the cool air washed over his nostrils. So many different smells.. He imagined hunting for prey in this kind of landscape. It would be a different challenge than the plains of his home had offered him with its aromas of rust, rock and sand. The river below him ran next to a couple of lakes and a patch of forest with thick undergrowth. He decided to land to look for his travel companion. With a heavy thud, the dragon let himself fall to the ground at the shore of a lake; his claws digging deep into the wet soil. He looked around. Aside from the occasional feral deer that gave him a puzzled look and the usual forest critters, there wasn't much to be seen. He lay down and breathed a short burst of flame that instantly turned the water in front of him into violently hissing steam which led to a hasty retreat of the local wildlife. "Much better." He chuckled softly, not so much about the act of scaring simple creatures, but because of the chance to do something other than hunt and fight for a change. The silence that surrounded him was pleasingly calming, only broken by the soft sound of small waves lapping at the shore and..

"Ah, there you are."

Tarras turned his head in surprise. "How did you..?"

The green dragon walked towards him and sat down beside Tarras. "I thought you might have given up on the chase, so I turned around to come looking for you."

Tarras scratched his neck in discomfort. "Sorry, I lost sight of you and.. Well, I decided it was best to land. It is hard to pick up a scent with so many.. distractions around."

Sirion gave him a questioning look. "Ah, you mean the flowers?"

"Among other things, yes." He let his view wander over the lake and the forest. This land was so green.. The first time he had been to Iskar had been amazing for him and leaving it again had been..

"You picked a nice spot to rest." The green dragon bent down to lap at the water. When he looked up again, thin rivulets of water were running down his green scales, softly dripping onto the ground. "Maybe we should have brought something to eat."

"I'm sure I could catch one of those feral deer if you want." Tarras stretched his wings lazily as he got up again.

"Thanks, but.. I'm not that hungry and also not too fond of raw or burnt meat." He noticed the look the other dragon gave him. "It is also not a good idea to just carry your prey back to the palace kitchens to have it cooked there. I hear one of the guards did it once and the cooks got a little.. upset at the sight."

Tarras chuckled. "Don't worry, I can behave like a civilized dragon." He turned around and began to walk along the river. "Care to take a walk with me for a change?"

"Only if you can keep up this time." The green dragon grinned as he walked up to Tarras and gave him a playful nudge against his flank.

"How did a dragon like you end up becoming the mate of an emperor, hm? I mean, he has all those females basically at his beck and call, and he goes for a common male on the side?" Sirion went silent for a while. Tarras waited for a response, then sighed. He was about to apologize when the green dragon spoke up again.

"I was.. a gift. I made a mistake, that got me into more trouble than it should have, and was quite lucky to have everything turn out as it did. I mean, I'm much happier than I've ever been before; I found a dragon I love, who loves me back just as much." He blushed slightly as Tarras smirked at him.

"Good for you then, little one. He seems to be a decent guy."

"I can tell that you like him, too, you know?" Sirion watched as the other dragon slowly came to a halt and swallowed audibly.

"Well.. Um.. I mean, who wouldn't like the emperor?" Tarras nervously scratched at the ground. This was obviously not the kind of talk he wanted to have right now.

"I was talking about the way you look at him. Oh, and the way your smell changes when he's around." He watched as the red dragon turned to face him, unsure of what to answer. "Tarras, I know what time it is, and if it's just about mating.. I mean, I'm sure there'd be a lot of willing dragonesses for you to be found in the barracks."

Tarras shook his head. "I know that already, trust me. I can smell them dripping from a mile away. The problem is, I'm not the least bit interested in females.. which is also one of the reasons why I was sent here in the first place." He sat down on the soft grass. "There aren't many.. "rump lovers" where I come from. You can either fight for a female and a chance to mate with her, or you get scoffed at for being a disgrace to your people. My king has always seen me as the latter, so he made me an ambassador in spite of my skills as a warrior. I could have been a goddamn warlord, if I had simply accepted his decree to give up on males and choose a female to fuck with.." A heavy sigh escaped his lips before he continued. "But, well.. You can see that I'm here now, so I guess you can figure out how that worked out for me."

Sirion looked at him with a sad expression. "I'm sorry, Tarras. I didn't know that.."

"Well, you do now, and I'd prefer it if you kept it to yourself." The red dragon shook his head as he got up and started walking again. "Don't worry about me fucking around with your mate behind your back though. I wouldn't stand a chance after I made a complete fool out of myself at the banquet."

"I've seen people far more drunk than you were." Sirion bit his lip slightly. "And.. you wouldn't necessarily have to do it behind my back, you know?"

Tarras raised a brow at the mention. "Please tell me you're joking.."

"I wasn't. I mean, I guess a lot of the dragons in the palace will end up in our bed eventually. At least when it comes to the females. There's also Naissa, and.. well, you could say we have a pretty open relationship"

"Reminds me of the tales about the sand dragons and their harems.." Tarras rolled his eyes at the thought. "And how exactly do you think that's going to work? Should I just walk straight into your bedroom and mount him?"

"I'm pretty sure he wouldn't like that.. His guards might even consider that to be a serious insult." The green dragon smiled uneasily. "If you really want to go down that path, then why don't you try to be nice to him for a change?"

Tarras grunted, his tail swaying slowly across the grass behind him, as he considered the suggestion. "Haven't I been nice to him already? I mean, I was trying to impress him."

"That's hardly the same.." Sirion giggled. "What do fire dragons usually do under these circumstances, I mean, after you find a desirable mate?"

"We fuck them. Plain and simple. There isn't much to be misunderstood there; you choose a female and if she is willing, you have a short fight to show off your potential to each other and afterwards you get straight down to business."

The green dragon cocked his head at the idea. "And if she isn't willing?"

Tarras shrugged. "Then you head off and find another one who is. Not much romance involved there, I know."

"Doesn't sound like a way to start a lasting relationship.." Sirion got up and walked over to a small pond, before bending down and taking a small sip of water.

"It isn't, but we don't really have relationships anyway. Our king, usually has about five to seven females to mate with on a regular basis to produce his heirs, but other than that, you just do your thing together and then part ways again. Our "community" takes care of the eggs and hatchlings." He stared at the sky for a moment. "Sometimes I think it might have been nicer to have a real family, but even if I could find out who is responsible for my existence, they likely wouldn't care for me too much anyway."

"You have no families at all?" Sirion turned around and looked at him in disbelief. "That's.. terrible."

"I was raised together with the sons and daughters of our king, as are all of our hatchlings, so you could say we're all brothers and sisters in some way. It is supposed to make us stick together. Also, if the king is your father, and his children are your siblings, then what reason would you have to feel superior to him? Imagine yourself being the top dragon in a society that is built on the premise of fighting for dominance; you'd constantly be fighting against other dragons who are trying to take your place, but if you turn them into your family.."

"They'd be more inclined to accept your position.."

Tarras nodded slowly. "Exactly. Brothers don't fight each other, and so the king can concentrate on ruling.. and producing more hatchlings I guess."

"Hm.." Sirion looked over the water of the pond. "I think it is a bit sad to live like that. Without a real family I mean."

They spent the next minutes in awkward silence. Tarras thought about whether it had been a good idea to tell the green dragon about all of this. A gust of wind rolled across the pond and rustled the leaves of the grass around them as he got up and walked over to Sirion. Maybe he should have just kept his damn snout shut. "Look, Sirion, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have.." He froze as the other dragon gave him a lick across his muzzle.

"You shouldn't be. I think you're a good guy and that's what you should show to others too. There's much more to you than just muscle and fire." Sirion smiled as the red dragon gave him a puzzled look.

"Thanks, I guess.." Tarras scratched his neck uneasily.

"I've been thinking, you know. About earlier. Maybe you should bring him a gift. Something special."

"Special.." Tarras thought about it for a moment. "Like gold and silver, or jewels perhaps?"

"Oh, please tell me you can think of something better than that." The green dragon sighed and ran a paw across his eyes. "Imperial silver is hardly special for a shadow dragon. You know where the damn folktales about dragons guarding huge piles of gold and silver come from? They had so many coins in their treasuries, that they fell asleep while counting them on a regular basis, and most of the time right on top of the coins. Must have been painful to wake up on a pile of metal after sleeping on it for a couple of hours."

The red dragon chuckled. "Okay, no gold or silver then. I guess I'll manage to find something else." He gently nudged the other dragon with his snout. "Care to head back to the palace now?"

Sirion shrugged and started to walk along the path again. "Don't worry, I don't think they're missing us yet."

"I'm not worried." Tarras walked up to the green dragon, matching his speed.

They spent the next hour and a half chatting about various things like life in the palace, the benefits of having a male partner, and the importance of regular training, which Sirion obviously didn't value as much as Tarras did. The red dragon enjoyed himself a lot. He realized he hadn't had the possibility to have a real conversation with another dragon, since he had last visited the palace. There had of course been the meetings with his king and some of the commanders, but they hadn't shown any particular interest in him or the things he might have to tell. He gave a surprised grunt as Sirion suddenly turned around, tearing him from his thoughts and causing him to bump into the other dragon yet again.

"You should really try to avoid doing that.." Tarras leaned down and gently nudged the smaller dragon with his snout.

Sirion giggled and gave him a wink. "Don't worry, you'll thank me later." He cocked his head and gave a short nod in the direction of the forest next to the path.

The red dragon followed the gesture and found himself looking at a tiny pond hidden in the woods. The branches and leaves above it were quite dense, making it literally impossible to spot from above, and yet they allowed a single thin ray of sunlight to fall through and reflect off the water. It wasn't the only thing that caught his attention though. "What.. are those?" He stared at a couple of flowers swaying gently in the light breeze above the pond. A single droplet of water ran across velvety red petals and sparkled as it caught the light.

"I don't know.. But I do have an idea of what to do with them." Sirion smirked as he pushed himself through the undergrowth.

* * *

Serath sighed as he walked back to his chambers. He had spent most of the day working on piles of documents concerning imperial business, which hadn't seemed to be worth his attention at all. Now, the imprint of his seal could be found on various bills for food, construction materials and raw materials for the maintenance of imperial armors and weapons. He had also had to check a complete list of the palace staff members, to see if all of them were receiving the correct amount of silver. Grumbling, he walked across an expensive carpet and flashed a weak smile to one of the guards, who saluted him as he passed by. Who would have thought that being an emperor would be connected to such a damn lot of paperwork? And then there had been the letters of course.. Some had been written by nobles and even guards, asking him to mate with them, which was, naturally, impossible, as that kind of privilege would have to be granted in a very strict order according to social status, rank, schedules and his sister of course. Thinking about it made the act of mating itself seem less fun somehow.

He walked past a young, green scaled Iguana in a heavily ornamented ochre colored robe, who was wearing so many golden trinkets and necklaces that each of his steps caused a sound that reminded the black dragon of a cart filled with kitchen utensils. Likely another ambassador of some important clan or tribe, he thought to himself. There was nothing wrong with ambassadors of course, but lately, there had been so many new arrivals that it become difficult for him to tell them apart and naturally, they all had their own ideas about what he should do to improve the lives of their people. One of the letters he had read had contained a pretty detailed map of a border region, that had obviously been the cause of.. vehement discussions between different nobles, accompanied by the request that he might settle the dispute in favor of one of the sides. He had put it aside and opened the next letter, only to find out, that it was about the very same topic, with the only difference being, that it had been written by the other faction. The last thing on his list had been a request for a new set of training dummies for the barracks, that had arrived in the afternoon. Serath shook his head as he thought about this. He had visited the barracks in the morning, and the training facilities had seemed pretty well equipped back then.

Finally, he arrived in front of his chambers and placed a paw on the heavy door. A smile crossed his features as he recognized a familiar scent and he pushed open the door. Sirion sat in front of him.

"Did you have a pleasant day my love?" The green dragon was beaming with joy.

Serath walked into the room and took off his sigil, placing it on the small table next to the door. "Well, I guess you could call it uneventful. I am so glad to see you sugartail." He smiled and licked his mate's cheek affectionately, causing the green dragon to purr softly.

"I.. have a surprise for you. Well, I mean, it isn't really mine, but.. Why don't you just go and see for yourself?" He nodded towards the balcony.

The black dragon cocked his head. "You have a surprise for me, that isn't yours? That sounds interesting." He began to walk towards the door as his nostrils caught a seemingly familiar scent, that he couldn't quite associate with anything. Strange, he thought to himself. It had a distinct underlying note of dragon, yet it was somehow shifting and changing, turning into the smell of vanilla, rich spiced wine and then honey as he walked on. He shook his head as his thoughts began to spin. When he stepped out into the light of a setting sun, all he could see was red. He tried to focus and slowly, the blinding light parted before him like a curtain, revealing a bunch of flowers that seemed to glow in the last rays of sunlight, while bathing his senses in that irresistible smell he had noticed before, and behind them.. "Tarras?"

"They are.. nice, aren't they?" The fire dragon smiled uneasily, rubbing his neck with a paw.

Serath stared at him in disbelief. "How did you..?"

"I.. invited him in, honeyscale. He told me that you were avoiding him, and I wanted to help." Sirion walked up to his mate and gently nudged his snout against the black dragon's neck.

Tarras came closer and sat down in front of them. "I just wanted to.. apologize for my behavior. I wanted to impress you and it kinda backfired, so.. I brought you some flowers. Sirion thought you might like them."

The black dragon closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He found himself unable to focus on anything. His thoughts felt like waves on an open sea, coming and going at the same time. "Yeah.." He opened his eyes and licked his mate across the neck, causing him to gasp in surprise. "I like them. I accept your apology and your gift." He noticed the relieved smile that crossed the red dragon's features. "Stay. Eat with us." He turned and walked back inside, sitting down next to the table.

Sirion raised an eyebrow as his gaze followed the black dragon, who passed by with a dreamy expression. He could feel Tarras becoming uneasy. "Well.. okay, why not.." He beckoned the red dragon to follow with a slight motion of his head. His mate was sitting at the table, looking at them as they entered. "Is everything alright?"

The black dragon looked at him. "Sure, it is." His eyes wandered over to Tarras, who was about to sit down at the other end of the table. "No, you will sit next to me." His tail slammed into a wooden chair that had been occupying the place at his side, sending it flying into the wall where it burst into splinters with a deafening crack.

Sirion's jaw dropped and the red dragon froze immediately, his eyes darting between the emperor and the green dragon. "Of.. course." He slowly got up from his place and sat down next to Serath. Something slid along his back. He looked behind himself and found it to be the black dragon's tail, slowly gliding over and under his own tail as it curled around it. "I uh.." His gaze turned to Sirion who was still standing in the middle of the room with a mixed look of confusion and mild indignation on his features.

A loud knocking sound echoed through the chamber, before the door opened and Naissa entered the room with a scroll. "I am deeply sorry, but you seem to have forgotten.." She froze as she looked at the scene in front of her. The pile of wood at the bottom of the far wall seemed to have been a chair once, and the ambassador of the lord of fire seemed to be getting pretty close to the emperor. "So.. what exactly did I miss?"

"I just helped Tarras to find a gift for my mate and invited him in so he could apologize." He looked over to his mate who was lapping up spiced wine from a bowl. "And now Serath is acting weird all of a sudden. Did anything happen to him today?"

"Nothing as far as I know. We just handled the usual paperwork.." She raised an eyebrow and sniffed the air. "What is that smell?"

Sirion shook his head. "Just some flowers we found in the woods. I put them in a vase out on the balcony." He watched as his mate put the bowl aside and gave Tarras a toothy grin. A deep teasing growl emanating from his throat.

Naissa looked out at the flowers that were swaying gently in the breeze. Red light was reflected by their shimmering petals. "Oh my.." Her eyes shot back to the emperor who was just running a claw across the chest of a certain stunned fire dragon. "How long has he been inhaling the scent?"

Sirion gave her a puzzled look. He was unsure what to make of all of this, and seeing his mate openly courting another male while completely ignoring him didn't help either. "Not that long. A couple of minutes maybe."

Naissa bit her lip and took a step back. Her hands disappeared behind her back, as she started to feel for the door handle on the heavy wood. "Okay.. You two will have to keep him busy. I'll go downstairs and find a solution for this. Do not let him leave the room under any circumstances, you hear me?"

"Why don't you stay?" The black dragon purred, slowly turning his head in her direction.

She took another step back as her hands found the handle and pulled the door open. "I would! But, you see.. the paperwork! I know how much you dislike that! Don't worry, you have your mates to lend you company!" The raptoress disappeared through the door before it slammed shut behind her.

"I do?" Serath turned around to face Sirion. "Of course, I do." He licked his lips and got up, leaving a slightly puzzled red dragon behind.

Sirion slowy began to walk backwards. "Um.. I know that look on your face, but we have a guest, you know?" He swallowed audibly, as the black dragon followed him. He passed through the door into their bedroom and almost slipped on a soft carpet that lay in front of it. Sirion stopped as he felt the edge of their bed against his hind legs.

The black dragon pressed his snout against Sirion's. He growled playfully and pushed his mate over onto the bed.

Sirion yelped as he fell, landing in a small heap of cushions. His mate was already climbing on top of him. "H-hey honeyscale. How about we just cuddle for a bit?" He shivered as the black dragon's tongue slowly slid up along his long neck.

Tarras was still watching the unexpected spectacle, currently unfolding in front of him, from the relative safety of the other room. Maybe it would be wise to just.. leave? He looked over to the swaying curtains by the still open door to the balcony. The red dragon gritted his teeth as his nostrils caught the scent of another male's arousal. He looked back to the bed, just as the black dragon began to stroke across Sirion's sheath. Tarras swallowed and slowly got up, as his own member began to harden in response. He carefully walked over to the bedroom. What was he thinking? The emperor was clearly not quite himself, and yet he was about to take advantage of that? On the other hand, he was one of only three male dragons in a castle full of females in heat.. He stopped as Serath turned his head and growled at him. Tarras lowered his head in return, ears laid flat against his head and avoiding eye contact. The other male cocked his head, as if pondering on the gesture, then gave a short nod towards the bed.

Sirion watched as the red dragon got onto the bed next to him and lay down on his back. His mate placed a paw on Tarras's chest and lowered his head. The red dragon exposed to side of his neck and Serath gently closed his jaws around it, before opening them again and slowly licking across Tarras's cheek. Sirion blushed as the black dragon turned his attention back to him. He brought his muzzle forward until their lips met and purred as his mate returned the kiss.

Tarras watched as the two kissed right in front of him. It was strange to see other males express their affection for each other so openly. Where he came from, such things were bound to cause a whole lot of trouble for the participants as he could tell from his own experience. He bit his tongue as the black dragon began to grind his erection against the green dragon's sheath until Sirion's dragonhood slowly slid out. His own cock was rock hard already, throbbing painfully against his belly. This was just too much. Cautiously, he began to slide further down the bed.

Sirion felt his mate gasp into his maw, before he broke the kiss. The black dragon's tongue was lolling out the side of his maw as he slowly turned his head downwards. Sirion looked down as well, as he felt something rubbing against his sheath. Tarras had stuck his head between the two of them and was slowly sucking his mate's dragonhood. Sirion hissed quietly while the black dragon growled in pleased encouragement of Tarras's efforts.

The red dragon huffed around the pulsing rod in his muzzle as he pushed himself down its length. It had been quite a while since he had last had the chance to do something like this, and somehow, he was enjoying himself thoroughly. The tip of a tail slapped into his face and he growled in surprise and anger of this sudden disturbance. He could hear Sirion jealously hissing at him from above and immediately understood. The emperor had allowed him to join them, but the green dragon was unwilling to share his mate just yet.. He thought about this, as he kept sucking, pushing his muzzle against the pressure of Sirion's intervening tail. Tarras decided he would not give up on his treat so easily.

Sirion groaned. Serath had begun to breathe heavily as he licked along the green dragon's neck, while Sirion's erection rubbed against the underside of a certain red dragon's throat utterly neglected. His efforts to push him away had proven more or less futile so far. He bit his tongue in frustration, when suddenly something hot and wet slipped over his throbbing member and engulfed it in hot velvet. He gasped loudly trying to look down past his mate but found it impossible. His claws dug into the soft sheets in wild, raw pleasure as a second tongue went to work on him.

Tarras smirked as the green dragon's tail began to twist and twitch before it slowly fell aside. One obstacle less. He purred as his efforts rewarded him with a spurt of incredibly sweet precum. A purr of pleased surprise emanated from his throat. Instead of just swallowing right away, he kept sucking Sirion's dragonhood, gently milking him for more of that delicious honeylike liquid.

The green dragon squirmed on the sheets. He was moaning heavily. How could a fire dragon be so damn good at this? He huffed as his mate brought his muzzle close to his own and their lips met. His paws shot up and furiously held on to the black dragon's shoulders, as if they were a rock keeping him from drowning in the sea of pleasure that washed through his trembling body. His lips parted and the black dragon's tongue entered his maw, eagerly intertwining with his own. At this pace, he wouldn't last much longer. His claws gently dug into ebon scales as his body stiffened. He could feel his dragonhood being swallowed, disappearing into the hungry muzzle between his legs. Deeper and deeper until a pair of scaly lips pressed against his sheath and a forked tongue brushed across his aching balls. He bared his teeth and whined softly as his cock slowly slid back out.

Tarras could feel the dragon beneath him tense and struggle. His hindlegs were kicking weakly into the air. He smirked as he gently wound his tongue around the cock in his muzzle and began to squeeze, immediately earning him another treat in the form of a thick spurt of precum. It would be mean to leave Sirion waiting for his release. He swallowed and kept his pace, slowly letting the dragon's rod slide in and out of his muzzle. The green dragon seemed to be unwilling to just let himself go yet, but that was just a matter of moments. A trickle of slick warmth dripped onto his forehead, before slowly running down his cheek. He glanced up and found the emperor's dragonhood still fully erect. Tarras groaned as the black dragon's precum slowly coated his red scales. Just a moment longer. His paw crawled up Sirion's body and began to gently stroke his balls.

Sirion groaned, trying to rise from the bed, but his mate's weight kept him pinned in place. The black dragon growled encouragingly, kissing him even more vigorously. His head was pressed back down into the pillows. Unable to resist the combined onslaught of the two dragons any longer, he moaned loudly, and let go of the last ounce of resistance as his orgasm hit him like a wave crashing against a rock.

Tarras purred in satisfaction as the green dragon came into his maw. He held Sirion's hips in place with his paws, stopping him from bucking forwards, while he kept up his slow pace, gently sucking jet after jet from his pulsing dragonhood. The taste was unlike anything he had tasted before, and he savored each drop of the emerald dragon's creamy essence before allowing it to slide down his throat. After some time, Sirion eventually became still and the flood of his semen ebbed. Tarras raised an eyebrow and continued to suck on his softening rod for a while longer, gently stroking his balls to coax every last drop out and into his waiting maw. He felt Sirion's tail gently brushing against his cheek and purred in response, finally allowing his dragonhood to slide out of his muzzle.

Serath broke the kiss with his mate, as Sirion turned his attention downwards to the red dragon between his legs and began to stroke Tarras's head. He snorted and got up. The red dragon tried to follow, but a nudge to his side by the emperor's snout caused him to reconsider. Serath climbed off the bed and stepped closer to Tarras, who gave him a slightly worried look. The black dragon huffed and gently took the red scaled tail in front of him in his maw, before pulling Tarras down even further, until his hind paws came to rest on the floor. Serath licked his lips and brought his head closer. A nudge to the underbelly caused the red dragon to push himself up, before the long black snout disappeared under his tail and pushed the long appendage up and aside.

Tarras gritted his teeth to keep himself from moaning out in pleasure, as a broad tongue brushed up against his tailhole. He turned around and caught a glimpse of the black dragon lapping at his body. His tail twitched as he enjoyed the attention he was receiving. He began to purr and moan quietly. When the lapping finally stopped, he noticed a sudden weight pressing down on his back as Serath placed his paws on Tarras's hips before pushing himself up in preparation to mount him. The red dragon spread his legs further and braced himself against the bed.

Serath growled in satisfaction at the other dragon's display of submission. He brought his legs forward, until the tip of his dragonhood rested against the red dragon's slick rear entrance. Leaning forward, he gently took Tarras's neck in his jaws and bit down softly. A long drawn moan emanated from under him and he began to push his hips forward, easily sliding his pride into the red dragon's welcoming depths.

Sirion looked up and smirked as the red dragons tongue lolled out of his maw. He knew exactly what Tarras was feeling right know. Sirion purred quietly as he began to slide down on the bed, bringing himself closer. Tarras looked down at him with a questioning look, but Sirion just nudged the underside of his chest with his snout. The red dragon groaned and pushed himself up, allowing Sirion to slip under him. Wasting no time, he shuffled tail first beneath Tarras, until he could feel a familiarly shaped object slide across his sheath and come to rest against his stomach. He grinned and began to lick the underside of the red dragon's neck, while his paws went to work on his pride.

Tarras groaned as the other male began to stroke him. Whenever the black dragon hilted inside of his backside, Sirion would stroke his dick in the other direction. He groaned as Serath's dragonhood slid across a particularly sensitive spot inside of him, causing the black dragon to alter his position slightly. When he pushed back in, he hit the same spot again, causing a spurt of precum to spill onto the palms of Sirion's questing paws. He heard the green dragon moan as he thrust his rump back towards that wonderful feeling.

The black dragon growled and held Tarras in place with his weight. He was going to breed him on his terms. Slowly and steadily he kept thrusting his dragonhood deep into the hungry depths of the red dragon's rear. Whenever his balls reached those firm red scaled buttocks, Tarras's tailhole would clench up slightly, trying to keep him as deep within as possible. He smirked but didn't let it slow him down. His red mate was unable to stop himself from moaning openly by now. He leaned forward purring into Tarras's ear and rewarded him with a long lick across his cheek, as he began to pick up the pace. The red dragon was his already, of course, but it was important to claim him to remind him of that simple fact.

Sirion smiled as he kept stroking the red dragon's cock. It was getting so slick, that his pre had begun to drip down onto his belly. For a second, he felt tempted to give it a taste. He brought one of his paws up and looked at the thick creamy layer on his scales, as it glistened in the light. With a purr he brought it up to Tarras's open maw and carefully brushed it across his tongue. His paw was hesitantly engulfed by warm wetness and he felt the red dragon's tongue begin to lick his own fluids off the intruding digits. Sirion gave his dick a light squeeze with his other paw, earning him a gasp and a copious burst of Tarras's creamy pre trickling down onto his scales. He licked his lips and began to stroke faster.

Serath noticed that the dragon beneath him was starting to squirm. His weight kept him from pushing back, but whenever his dragonhood slid inside, he would begin to moan almost pleadingly. He gritted his teeth, as he enjoyed the warmth that surrounded his pride. This dragon was worthy of receiving his essence, as something in the back of his head kept telling him. He loved fucking that tight rump. His eyes closed and he hissed quietly, reveling in the feeling of utter dominance. Repositioning again, he leaned forwards, and began to push harder, faster. His knot began to swell already, and he had to make sure to get it inside of that wonderful rump.

Tarras groaned, as he felt his rear being pounded increasingly harder and faster, while the pressure against his tailhole intensified. He was about to be knotted. Grimacing, he spread his legs further. A soft lap crossed his cheek, causing him to look down. Sirion was looking right back at him. "You need to relax. Focus on this and just give in." The green dragon gently massaged his swollen dragonhood. Tarras closed his eyes as he opened his muzzle and moaned loudly.

Serath felt the resistance evaporate as his knot slipped past the red dragons sphincter and deep into his rump. He purred and leaned forward, gently biting Tarras's neck, as he pushed in as deep as he could, and unleashed his essence inside of him.

Tarras gasped in bliss, as the black dragon's knot entered him and finally sent him over the edge. As his cum splashed down onto the emerald dragon below him, he felt Serath's cock pulsing as jet after jet of his essence shot deep into his rear. Somehow, the feeling seemed to prolong his own orgasm. Whenever a fresh wave of cum hit his insides, a new ripple of extasy would wash through his body. His legs were beginning to shake already. A new wave hit, then another one. He lost count, as his body reveled in pure bliss. When his legs finally gave in, he landed on top of Sirion in a still warm puddle of his own essence. Serath was still cumming inside of him, causing him to moan weakly as Sirion wrapped his arms around his neck and held him close.

The door to the chamber opened slowly. "Sorry it took me so long, I.." Naissa stepped into the room and stared at the three dragons on the bed. As she carefully moved closer to the bed, she stepped into something wet and lifted her foot up. A thin, glistening string was connecting her sole to the ground. "You seem to have had quite a bit of fun here.." Tarras weakly raised his head in her direction but quickly dropped back onto Sirion's chest. She produced a vial and uncorked it cautiously. "Easy now big boy.." She held it up, and the black dragon sniffed at it. He was still slowly thrusting his hips against Tarras's rump. Naissa kept her eyes trained on the emperor as she leaned closer to Sirion. "We have to make him drink it." she hissed.

The green dragon opened his maw and the raptoress slipped the vial between his lips. Sirion's lips closed around the vial and he tilted his head back, emptying it into his maw. Then he brought his head up and purred softly. Serath looked down at him and smiled as they moved closer to each other until their lips touched. Serath tilted his head slightly and opened his jaws to invite his mate's tongue inside. Instead, he found his maw filled with a strange bitter liquid. He swallowed before looking at his mate in utter confusion. Then, his eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed on top of Tarras, causing the fire dragon to gasp and groan with effort as he fought to support the additional weight.

Sirion climbed out from under the pair, before Tarras was forced to let go. With some effort, the red dragon managed to roll onto his side with the emperor still at his back. Serath was gently snoring behind him, holding the red dragon close to his chest.

"What a mess.." Naissa stared at the bed in front of her. "I am so glad that I am not responsibly for cleaning up after you right now. Bloodleaf.. What were you even thinking?"

"What do you mean? I'm not even sure what happened." Sirion cocked his head and gave her a puzzled look. His chest was still slick with Tarras's essence.

"You pumped your mate full of aphrodisiacs! Where did you even find those damn flowers?" She pointed towards the vase on the table.

"They were growing by a pond in the middle of the forest." The green dragon scratched his neck.

"Those things haven't been growing here for at least two centuries." Naissa rubbed her face with a palm before she continued. "Imagine the scent of a female in heat multiplied a thousand times and now imagine breathing that in as long as the flower blooms. If I hadn't showed up, he would have kept breeding the two of you until he would have eventually passed out from exhaustion. It used to be a tradition for females to give a single blossom to a mate they were trying to court, and you guys just throw two dozen at him." A pained expression crossed her features. "You know you'll now have to keep your red friend over there when Serath wakes up, right?"

Sirion stared at her in confusion. "What do you mean by keep him?"

"Well, you pretty much made him propose to your mate, and by the looks of it.." She made a gesture towards the two males who were still stuck to each other. "he already consummated their partnership, so congratulations are in order I guess."

"But.. but that is not what we wanted to achieve, I mean.. can we fix this somehow?" He stared over to his sleeping partner.

"I have no idea.." Naissa sat down on top of the table and poured some spiced wine into a flat bowl. She looked at it for a second, then she sighed and emptied it in one go. "So, who is going to tell them?"

* * *

"This is just ridiculous." Empress Ki'Jala stared daggers at her chambermaid. "You don't just stumble across extinct plants like that. Things like that do not happen outside of fairytales." She huffed and paced around the throne room. "The lord of fire is not going to accept this, and people are going to start asking questions if my brother starts collecting male partners like that."

"He still is the emperor though." Naissa kept following the dragoness around the room. "They had no idea what it was. Like you said, the things should be extinct."

Ki'Jala turned around, facing her. "I want somebody to go out into that forest and find any that might be left there. If anybody can just pick one of those damn flowers, waltz in here and turn my brother into a lust-driven imbecile, we'll be wading knee deep in his partners in no time." She looked at the vase that had contained a healthy-looking bush of blossoms not to long ago. "It's a good thing that those ones at least are dead now. They just withered away?"

"Yeah, I left the room for just a couple of minutes to get some people to.. clean up the mess, and when I returned I found them like this." The raptoress picked up a blossom which crumbled between her claws.

"Well, they grow in watery ground, so I guess this might be what eventually happens to all of them once you pluck them out." She rolled her eyes. "And now, I want you to help me write a letter to the lord of fire. It'll be better to explain this to him before any rumors reach his ears."

They left and the door fell shut behind them. The resulting gust of wind broke the remaining petals into dust that danced in the air for a moment. A single spark of purple seemed to flicker across the fragments. Then the dust dissipated, and it was gone.