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Dragon Riding

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by SaphiraFafnar

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"Can you see him?"

Gavriel exclaimed, tipping his head back as the white lion watched the dragon's flight arc overhead with awe in his gaze. His fur may have been a pure white with a thick mane around his head, but he was nothing as exotic as the long, elegant dragon with an Eastern-style body slithering through the sky as if it was water. The Eastern dragon's scales were dark with a hint of silver, though it was hard to tell from such a distance, Gavriel forced to crane his neck to get something of a look at him, though the dragon was still too far away to get a good look.

Yet the fur that ran down the back of the dragon's neck and the full length of his back, even down his tail, could be seen even from such a distance, the dragon darting between clouds as if it was nothing at all. What they could not see was the two horns atop his head, the light curve to them, tapered to a tip, though it had been a long time indeed since the dragon had been forced to use them in combat at all. He was an unconcerned soul, the blue sky tempting him on in his play, yet those that bore witness to his passing through the clear blue even from such a distance.

The fox beside him, Romero, was just as awe-struck, though the fox had lived close to the coast for longer than him, seeing more than him. He should not have been so inspired and delighted to see the curving arc and sinuous sway of the sky-serpent slipping and slithering back and forth, although he could not have denied that he was. The light breeze, dancing with cherry blossom petals, brushed against his honey-shaded fur, a softer nuance of colour than that of the red foxes of other countries, though his fur was apt to change colour with the seasons too. But that was more than alright as far as Romero was concerned, for he preferred to surprise people, as much as he enjoyed being surprised too.

"They don't often come in so close," he murmured with a gentle smile, arm slipping around Gavriel's shoulders. "Do you want to climb higher, see if we can get closer?"

There was no real need to it but it felt like the kind of play they may have had in their younger years, before they'd had jobs and responsibilities, when everything had come a little easier. There had been no worries back then and the mountain trail, rocky and inviting, begged them onward, even though the shrines had been so placed as to allow spaces for weary travellers to rest and relax on the way up to the hot spring that was the goal of their hike, their time out together.

They laughed and jumped from rock to rock, climbing higher and higher, not following the beaten path but making one of their own where it was respectful to do so, not cutting through the bliss of the undergrowth. It was wild up there on the mountain and the pure, fresh air was not to be sullied through any means, even though it would have been, in fact, more traditional to keep to the path that had been cut and carved forth for such travellers. They were visitors to the area and it was important to take note of local customs too, even though they were welcoming, allowing others to express their faith and religion as they pleased. It was a better way and both Gavriel and Romero wholeheartedly agreed with that.

Higher and higher, it was all in play, the shrines bearing witness to their passage with a tinkling of chimes, the offerings laid forth before those that sought to bring good fortune back to the living. The dragon seemed to be leading them somewhere, even though it surely had to be a coincidence, lifting their hearts to see one of his kind so high and so free. It was not his home land, not by far, but one of his kind could travel along with others, seeing the sights and expressing his freedom in the best way that he knew by far. And other countries and lands, so soft and sweet in their presentation, had much to offer him too, even if he had not yet discovered those things.

Xigfeldo knew that he was being followed but it was all a flirt and a joy in the game of it to him, seeking out the abode halfway up the mountain. One would not have wanted to travel up to the summit unless they were creatures of the sky like him but there was so much even on the lower slopes to explore, namely the hot springs. He didn't have many of those where he came from, though natural springs, of course, bubbled up from deep down, across the land, something that he sought out wherever possible for the warm caress across his scales and the healing properties that such waters contained too.

He landed lightly before the entrance, a horse anthro stepping back and bowing lightly, respectfully.

Xigfeldo bowed back but there was no need for him to hesitate on entrance for he had as much right to be in there as anyone else. Perhaps even more so, considering how the owners gaped and fluttered, all in a fluster before him as they rushed to attend to the dragon entering as if he had been there many times before, the entrance hall light and airy, singing with a natural wind blowing through. The dragon inhaled deeply, pausing before the entrance desk where a couple of sparrow anthros with puffed up chest-feathers and wearing long robes, suitable for such a location, fluttered back and forth to pay attention to their newest guest of the day.

"One entry, please," Xigfeldo said, bowing his head respectfully, although everyone had already thrown themselves bodily down, prostrating themselves before him in absolute respect. "The hot springs."

They rushed about, offering him sole use of the springs, though Xigfeldo was not the sort to command sole use of them, the facilities perfect for his needs. He rumbled a chuckle as they threw towels over his back - seven in total, far more than any usual fur or patron of their facilities would need. It was kind of them to offer him so much and he did not have the heart to tell the small, scurrying anthros that it was not something that he needed as they escorted him through to a private pool. Thankfully, it was large enough for even his long tail, though he could not have said why it was empty on that particular day, the pool that had almost so very conveniently set aside for his presence.

Maybe it was a coincidence or some higher power than even the dragon was at work, although he was not about to worry about that all too much when the alluringly warm waters tempted him in. He slithered into the lightly bubbling pool, frothing at the back, as if he was a part of the water itself, barely making a ripple. Xigfeldo sighed softly, relaxing into the warmth, the natural heat relaxes his muscles, already rejuvenating the glitter and shine to his scales.

"Mmm..."

He let out a soft moan that, for once, was not sexual in nature as he swam around, the pool deep enough for him to submerge himself completely and do a few, slow, small circles too, if he was careful not to bump into the sides. A wooden deck had been built around the pool with rocks forming the walls of it, a wall of reeds separating his pool from that of others, a place of perfect seclusion. Somewhere, he caught the tinkle of wind chimes, the duller tap-rap-bap of wooden chimes, the sounds combining and weaving into one another to make another kind of music of his own.

Little did he know that the anthros that he had caught the attention of were not all that far behind either, paying for their entry, though the dragon failed to notice that he had not passed over any coin for his stay there. Undoubtedly, after he had had his soak, a scale or a hair, both priceless from a dragon, would easily pay his fee but that was not something to worry about as he sank, snaking back and forth beneath the glittering surface, dappled with foam, with only his nostrils and the rise of his head remaining above the surface.

Down and down... He exhaled softly through his mouth, letting the bubbles froth and burst around his snout. It was the best kind of place to be as he lay there, relaxing, letting the water carry and support him, squirming back and forth only faintly, languishing in a moment that was his lone to claim. The water tickled his scales and he half dozed off right there where he was even as the spa owners returned, apologetic in their bows but as professional and as helpful as anyone could have ever expected them to be.

"So sorry, so sorry," they said, even as they led in the anthros, dressed in robes and smiling faintly, though the shine in their eyes could only come from being in the presence of a dragon such as Xigfeldo. "No space, no room... If you like, we can..."

But the dragon raised his head, water streaming from his snout, a smile on his lips.

"Please, it is really no trouble at all. Join me."

It was hard to force out more words as the anthros respectfully disrobed and slipped, nude, into the pools, which were typically separated by sex. Of course, that was something more difficult to do in modern times where gender was something that could change and fluctuate, but that was not something that bothered Xigfeldo in the slightest as he did not know why they had to separate themselves, to begin with. Still, they had thought that he was a male and not the hermaphrodite that he truly was, even though he identified as male and used the pronouns suitable where needed.

The lion settled in at the far end, nude from head to toe but his delicates hidden by the churn of the water, for they were not as subtle as Xigfeldo in slipping into the pool. As nervous as he was to be so close to a dragon - they hadn't thought that a dragon would be going to the same hot springs as they where! - it was hard to resist the temptation of the water, sighing softly and letting his head tip back against the deck framing the pool. Romero was swift to join Gavriel, the fox barely able to take his eyes off the dragon, though he was the ever so slightly bolder of the two, closing the distance between them ever so lightly and gently.

Maybe that was all the boldness he would need. Maybe he would need a little bit more. There was only one way to tell on that count.

"Did you come here for the springs too?"

Gavriel chirped up, a light growl on his lips as he tried to bridge the distance between them. There was something strange about the acoustics of the springs and how they were secluded away there where no one could hear them, making him feel as if he had to raise his voice to be heard, even though he was not even sure he could hear himself. With the water lapping around, he shook his head, trying to pick out one sound from the other, eventually shaking it off and giving up.

Dunking his head completely under the water before the dragon had even had a chance to reply, he floated there for a heartbeat of a second, mane floating as if it was possessed by an otherworldly power. Yet that was just the lightness of the water at work against his natural buoyancy and there was only one way for him to go and that was straight back to the surface of the water, breaking the barrier between water and air once more.

"...Yes, that's right. Oh, and my name is Xigfeldo. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Xigfeldo? That was an interesting name and not one that the lion may have expected. Although he looked more like a drowned rat than a lion after re-surfacing, he swept his soaked mane back from his muzzle, the lines more defined there than ever in his pale elegance.

The dragon swam closer, sinuously flicking back and forth through the water, the fluff of his full-body mane lining his spine down to the tip of his tail, floating along with him. It lent him an ethereal air that was not helped by their already present awe of him, the anthros clustering together, shoulder to shoulder, though their closeness was something that they were more than happy with, considering the nature of their relationship. Gavriel and Romero were still in what one would consider the early days of a relationship but, well, there was still time to come and they were keen to see just where things between them would ultimately lead.

The dragon, however, was perhaps not quite as interested in their relationship as they were acutely aware of it, pressed in so close to one another, shoulder by shoulder and tight together. The dragon paused, hind legs on the floor of the pool, letting the lightness of it lift him, carry him, his head on the same level of the lion and the fox.

"Our chase up the mountain was quite fun," Xigfeldo said with a smile, eyes half-lidded as he smiled so wide. "It has been quite some time since I've done that with someone, though I used to chase my siblings through the clouds all the time when I was younger. That, however, was many years ago."

"Wow!" Romero's tail wagged, stirring up the water beneath the surface. "To have travelled all that way... And, if it is not too forward of me to ask, how old are you? I heard that Eastern dragons can live for over a hundred years!"

Oh, that was always funny. Xigfeldo, however, kept his expression neutral, as much as mirth danced in his eyes.

"Oh, I have lived for not that long... Not that long at all... Why, I would have to confirm, but it may have only been around five-hundred or so years now?"

He smiled lightly, the only expression of amusement he would allow himself at that moment as the anthros gasped.

"What?"

"That can't be!"

"You're really that old?"

"Gavriel!"

Romero jabbed him in the ribs, the lion's yelp echoing in the comparative serenity of the spa and hot spring, though Xigfeldo only laughed.

"Please, do not feel bad - I should not have teased. Yes, that is my age, but it is quite young for a dragon. We can live for many years, it is unusual for any of us to pass on to the next life from natural causes."

It opened up a channel of communication between them as they floated and swam, exploring the pool and Romero even finding the boldness in himself to dunk his head under the water and swim around the dragon's legs. The brush of Xigfeldo's tail against his back was strangely spine-chilling in a good way, the kind of way that made him want to turn around, tingling in strange places.

His stomach churned, dropping and writhing, and Romero floated back to the surface of the pool again, turning over onto his back. Strangely, he had no time or any space to feel shy about having his small sheath and balls on show, even though he was normally a more private sort of person. Gavriel had not rolled over to put things on show but the dragon had tipped his head under the surface too, ensuring that even his head was cleaned and refreshed by the healing waters, streaming over his smooth horns.

Xigfeldo's eyes fixed on what they, perhaps, should not have, though he was hardly a shy soul, seeing two that were quite infatuated with him and wanting to know more, his natural sexual curiosity perking up. Although he could fully control his genitalia in ways that many could only ever have dreamed of, everything "down below" was contained within a cloaca, even his anal passage, which made things a lot easier.

Still, that did not mean that he didn't want to let his cocks out, the hemipenis begging attention. It had been a while since he'd paused to enjoy the warmth of a partner against him but the tickle of the hot springs were more than enough to get his shafts slipping out, both thick and pleasantly shaped to tease open a partner. Whether or not the anthros were there with him, he would have probably have taken a moment to enjoy himself in the pool, the warm water almost as good as the tongue of a lover as it swept down the full length of his cock over and over again.

He turned his head from one side to the other, wondering how long it would take them to notice, although he was a shade slyer than he may have been otherwise. Their interest in him was obvious even for him to see, having not expected them to be there with him, tail flicking slowly back and forth, a light undulation coursing down the full length as it curved back and forth, back and forth.

Gavriel's eyes caught the stirred-up water, licking his lips. There was something hypnotic about the way that the dragon's tail swirled back and forth, tickling the surface, such a light tease that one's eyes could not help but go to it, the tip thicker and fluffier than the rest of the line of fluff going all the way down his spine. He shook his head, trying to shake off the prickling heat tricking down his back, mane itching, though it only took another dunk of his head under the water to soothe that a little too.

When he rose, the dragon was nearer again, something that he could not put a name to simmering in the air between them. Gavriel gulped and shrank back, as much as he wanted to push forward. It could not, surely, be respectful in the slightest to approach a dragon, though he didn't know the rules of such things, for they were creatures that he had only ever heard spoken of in the uttermost tones of respect above all else.

Yet it was Xigfeldo that made the first move, purring lightly and trailing his tail over their midsections, the anthros lightly pinned back against the wall.

"Oh, so sorry, have we not given you quite enough space over there?"

Romero smiled pleasantly and backed away as he tried to allow Xigfeldo room, but the drake only floated closer still, though the edge and shift of his body could not be considered an accident by any stretch of the imagination. It was all very intentional and just as he wanted it to be, the dragon chuckling throatily as he snaked in closer and closer, curling his tail around Gavriel as the lion gasped and trembled.

"I do not know how you do it," Xigfeldo said softly, not wanting to frighten either of them. "But you two appear to be quite taken by me...and I would like to spend a little more time with you."

He made his intentions more obvious, his whole body just like one, long, sinuous tail, raising the part of his midsection that pushed his double-shafts out of the water. That most certainly had their attention as they gasped in perfect unison and Xigfeldo could not help but laugh softly under his breath, imagining his two cocks sinking straight into their mouths right there and then. Who knew - maybe they would like it?

Gavriel's heart pounded too quickly, drumming a beat that only he could hear against the interior of his ribcage, harder and faster, driving to free itself. Yet that would not come to be even as his own traitorous body turned against him, his feline sheath plumping out softly. He could not hold himself back as Romero's arm went around his waist, and he realised with a shudder that the fox was already hard, his cock swollen with the softened knot waiting at the base of it.

"Oh..."

Romero's head rolled back even though he wanted to keep his eyes right where the action was, fixed in place. Those cocks bobbed and dipped and his eyes latched onto them with a hunger of a fur who had not eaten in many weeks, though his stomach was quite settled. No, the hunger rested in his loins, the throb of his shaft plumping up thick and full, the tapered tip perfect for penetrating a partner. Especially his partner in life and love, however they chose to explore that together...

Guiltily, Romero glanced between Gavriel and the dragon. Was he so loose that his eyes wandered as soon as someone rather enticing appeared? He'd never been like that before! Yet the lion was just as dumbstruck as him and, when the fox traced his paw down the lion's thigh, he found a throbbing, hard cock there that was just as eager as his own was.

Well, he could but try.

Squeezing in closer to his white lion partner, the fox murmured, nipping at his hear and nibbling, grinding against his thigh. He didn't support his own body in the slightest as he arched his back, Gavriel's rumbling groan rolling forth in a way that surprised both of them. Romero licked his neck, teeth tickling teasingly, the nibble and bite edging them closer together as the lion rolled his head away, exposing his throat to those touches.

"How are you with sharing?" Gavriel forced out at last, although it came through a haze of lust. "I want...both... If you do too."

The fox grinned in reply.

"Excellent!"

They kissed, allowing the dragon to draw them both out into the centre of the pool, far from any stability that may have otherwise have been present for them. Xigfeldo knew how to treat a pair like them, rolling onto his back and demonstrating excellent flexibility as he curled up, balancing them while he nuzzled at the lion's back.

"Come now..."

Xigfeldo took the lead, showing the pair where he wanted them, the lion rolling his hips forward as he lay flat on what had to be the dragon's neck, though so much of his body flowed together that it was hard to see where his neck ended and what would be his torso began. Still, that was not going to stop anyone from having their fun as he twisted and rocked beneath them, floating and bobbing, the lion's balls resting lightly on the dragon's scales.

Xigfeldo licked his lips. Oh, he didn't have those but that did not mean that he did not enjoy playing with a pair too when he had the opportunity presented to him, something that dragons, typically, did not boast due to the need to be aerodynamic. They tempted his tongue and he was not the sort of dragon that didn't take the chances that were presented to him, swirling his tongue around and toying with them even while the lion's cock was trapped down against his scales.

That could wait. He had plenty of time to spend at the hot spring that day.

Gavriel moaned, locking eyes with his fox-partner while he rocked and ground back onto that tongue that was not shy at all about getting what he wanted from Xigfeldo. Things were escalating, pulsating to a high so quickly, the water cooling his body even as he heated up from the inside out. If he sweated from the glands under his arms and from the pads of his paws, it was completely imperceptible with the water flowing forth, sweeping down his fur, flattening his coat to his skin. Every muscle was defined and the water glistening on his body, showing just how he liked to exercise, though he didn't undertake the majority of his exercise in the gym, preferring to hike and, sometimes, shoot arrows at the range. He was yet to convince Romero to accompany him there though, as the fox had never once tried archery in his life.

Romero was not idle too as he had full liberty and luxury of the dragon's twin-shafts, how they throbbed and twitched so playfully before him. It was something to share, indeed, but he could be flirty with that too, winking at Gavriel as he tilted his head, showing off just how he ran his tongue softly up those shafts, leaving a slick trail of saliva in his wake. One after the other, he suckled on the tips, showing off how his flexible tongue could sweep around, ever so slightly roughed-up but not as raspy, of course, as Gavriel's was.

The lion groaned, rocking his hips, and Romero trembled to imagine what was going on out of sight, the dragon's head pressed up so close to the lion. He had never thought about playing the part of a voyeur before but, oh, it was something that he would want to do again and again now that he had a taste of the very first time. Seeing how Gavriel twitched and rocked, the roll of his hips, wet knees scrabbling for purchase against the sides of Xigfeldo's body. There was truly much grip to be had there with his soft and sensually smooth scales, the dragon's body "giving" a little as the lion gripped him, as if there was more pliable flesh under there.

Of course, neither of them knew or understood that dragons like Xigfeldo had to have light, delicate scales like that to fly and to be as flexible as he was, every inch of his body functional with muscle, the fascia lining the entirety of his body stretchy and pliable. And it was that very flexibility that gave him the ability to thrust and buck, grinding his twin cocks up to the eager fox's muzzle even as he slurped and slavered over them, tongue lashing as he tried to deal with the both of them at once.

It was a challenge indeed, even for Romero, though Xigfeldo was not about to make things easy for his partner either, tucking up the lion's rump a little more so that he balanced on his knees, tail flicked up. That exposed Gavriel's tail hole to him a little more too as he rocked and bobbed, the trickle of water in the pool a soothing backdrop to their lust. It was not a hole and a tease that Xigfeldo could have resisted as he swirled his tongue around that tail hole, teasing with the notion of penetrating him, though not acting quite as if he was going to give the lion the pleasure that his blood sung for.

Gavriel tensed and moaned, toes curling, dipping into the warmth of the spring. The dragon was not just teasing him as his tongue wriggled and thrust deep, pushing into Gavriel's backside. It proved to be an easy hole to spread open around the squirming wriggle of Xigfeldo's wet tongue, maw automatically producing more and more saliva as he drooled over the treat before him, the muscles rump and taut backside. It was a pleasure to be there and a pleasure to please, to share in it as his cocks throbbed, twitching as pre-cum drooled from the tips, marking the otherwise perfectly dark and smooth shafts with a glisten of his juices.

That was a treat too that Romero could not resist as the splashing ramped up, not even Xigfeldo able to control the rock and sway of his body as much as he may have liked in such a moment. It was easier for the fox to please his cocks there, however, as he nuzzled between them, even dipping his tongue into the dragon's cloaca and lapping up, stroke after stroke, claiming that drooling pre-cum for its own. Water pooled over Xigfeldo's belly as his body did not remain perfectly level and even in the water, tail swinging back and forth, his own need growing, swelling with the ardent pulse of his cocks.

He would have had to be a far stronger dragon to resist the lure of two at once, enjoying the pleasure, his body tingling with desire. He rolled his head from one side to the other, acting as if he was trying to work his tongue deeper, rimming the lion and letting him moan, hips rocking and grinding. Gavriel couldn't control himself either and that was just the way that Xigfeldo liked his partners to be, so caught up in lust that they didn't want to be anywhere else. He wanted them thrusting and grinding, their need throbbing up, orgasm after orgasm coursing through until they all but passed out from sheer, sexual delirium.

Of course, a dragon would never fade from sexual exhaustion, which was just one of the many perks of being a dragon. Xigfeldo smirked as he gave a little roll of his back end, legs tucked up so that they floated along nicely with him, thrusting into the fox's muzzle as he tried to take one entire shaft for himself. Romero gulped and squirmed, tail wagging, though he was not quite in the right position to deep-throat the dragon as he wanted to.

That only meant that he had to change positions though and the fox scrambled and squirmed, dropping off the dragon's stomach into the water and them clambering up again on the other side of Xigfeldo's cocks, for he had been sitting closer to the drake's tail before. That was better, much better, and he flattened himself down as he gulped down one cock, letting it push lightly into the back of his throat. His eyes half-closed in pleasure, lost in the moment, the thick smoothness of that cock pressing down against the flat of his fleshy tongue, though he tried to swirl it around. That cock was too big, however, for him to be able to move his tongue and suck on it as he wanted to at the same time, cheeks lightly hollowing, his shaft pressed down to the dragon's scales.

Oh, but that wouldn't do. Romero could not hold himself as he thrust and grind, rolling his hips, knowing that the lion's eyes had to be fixed on his backside. It was not as muscled and as round a backside as Gavriel's but it was "still a nice butt" as the lion had said to him on more than one occasion. It was a little joke between them but the fox still clenched his glutes as much as he possibly could, tightening his backside all for the lion's pleasure. He knew there were eyes on him and that was more than enough, focusing on the cocks before him, nuzzling down between and working his way back up, one at a time, only to take the second cock into his mouth.

It pulsed in the back of his throat and the fox's rampant grinding increased, need fervent, tingling through. His hackles rose, fur standing on end as it prickled, though it was less obvious where it remained soaked and slick to his body. That did not mean, however, that the sensation was not present, itching and prickling, making him feel, in a strange sort of way, that his skin was crawling too. He whimpered around the cock in his mouth, slurping and bobbing his head as if to mimic what he wanted the dragon to do to him, though there was so very much that all three of them could do that there was little that anyone would have said no to, truly.

The dragon was not one to hold back orgasm, as much as the anthros teetered on the edge of theirs, trying not to "get there" too quickly. Xigfeldo could cum time after time again as many times as he wanted to, tail flicking, cocks aching. Cumming in an instant was something that he took great advantage of also, groaning in the back of his throat, pushing on. His cocks twitched and there was something that he ached for too, rolling his hips, letting loose with both cocks at once, a steady flow of cum pouring forth, pump after pump, the flow of it bursting through with strict surprise.

The fox could not have been ready for it but Xigfeldo didn't care as he hosed down the vulpine's muzzle with cum, one cock shooting it over his face and muzzle to trickle down while the other sent spurt after spurt straight down his throat, where it belonged. If he'd had a larger partner, maybe the fox would have been able to take both cocks into his muzzle at once, though he was not that choosy when it came to exactly how to spend his pleasure ultimately.

Gavriel's flat, lion nose twitched, the scent of cum in the air quickly devoured by the light, enticing scent of the springs, the minerals in the water giving it its unique scent that could not be replicated anywhere else. Yet his orgasm was quick to come too and he could hold back for not a single second longer as he rolled his hips, paws flat on the dragon's scales, crying out over and over again as his balls tucked up that hair's width of a fraction. It was a tensing and a tightening that was not perceptible to the eye but something that the lion could feel as he unleashed his load.

It was not as virile as the dragon's but, well, that wasn't something that anyone was focusing on, not as Gavriel's hips rocked and ground, that tongue wrapping sensually around his cock like a soft, hot entrance to a body. It was not a blowjob but it was something else entirely, especially as the dragon gave him another touch of stimulation back under his tail, a claw penetration his tail hole so that he howled and bucked all the more. He had to cry out, rock and grind, losing his load in the most erotic of ways while Romero grunted before him.

It would have been too much, even then, for Romero to hold off, the fox swinging around so that he faced his lover again, Gavriel's muzzle flushed as he repeatedly lashed the pink of his tongue out over his lips. The lion licked his lips like his body just wasn't able to produce enough saliva, though that was not the fox's concern as he pressed his backside back to those cocks, hardly able to choose. Xigfeldo's cocks did not soften in the slightest even after orgasm and he moaned out loud as he tried for the one furthest away, lifting his hips so that the dragon was better able to position his cock. The dragon's shafts were prehensile, able to twist back and forth, although Romero did not know what that was about, what was possible there.

He just thought he was responsible for how one of the dragon's dicks teased into his tail hole, spreading the bud of it wide around a smooth, thick shaft. The fox's head tipped back even as Gavriel lifted his shakily, coming back to reality after the throbbing luxury of his orgasm, the stretch unbelievable. To say that the dragon's cock was larger than Gavriel's was not a strict comparison for nefarious means but something that they would all have to accept, for the dragon was simply a larger creature than they were. Xigfeldo snarled softly, tongue hanging out, as the fox took his cock, paws sweeping down his second length, partly for stability and partly for the deliverance of pleasure. The amounts of each, however, were not something that would come into the light of day...

And it did not matter either, not as Xigfeldo bucked and used the natural buoyancy of his body to thrust and grind up into the fox's backside, deeper and deeper, letting his little knotted cock bob and flirt on show. The fox tried to sink deeper but was forced to rise, his anal passage acclimatising to the stretch of it, though it had to come at its own pace. He couldn't rush it, couldn't push it, things teasing through as his anal ring strained, teetering on that edge of pain that could have gone either way.

But Xigfeldo would never have seen one of his partners in pain, rocking gently, taking the lead while the fox quivered on top of him. The tensing of such an anal passage around his cock was just what he needed but he could not be so rough with such a small partner, enjoying the tightness even while his second shaft was gripped a little too tightly. He was better-equipped, however, to take a little roughness from his side, nuzzling at the lion's backside as the feline yowled softly.

"Are you ready for another round?" Xigfeldo murmured, his tongue lashing the cat's backside. "Or are you going to wait for your friend over there to finish with my cocks?"

Gavriel blushed heavily, though he didn't want to leave, not just yet. He needed time to recover, the warmth of the dragon pressing up to him softly, need pumping through. It didn't feel as if it was going to take him all that long to recover, after all, even if that would be strange for him to be ready to go again so swiftly. As water slipped and pooled over the dragon's scales in the dip of his stomach, Gavriel turned about, slithering and slipping, helped to stay in place by the grip of the dragon's claws. Xigfeldo was, of course, ever the helpful partner, though even he blinked to abruptly find himself face to face with the lion, whiskers quivering with a hint of something that he had not anticipated seeing there.

Oh...

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He could have spent time considering the look on Gavriel's muzzle but it was swept from even the dragon's mind as his tongue tangled softly and sweetly with the lion's. The lion kissed him more deeply and passionately that even Xigfeldo could have expected, an exotic kind of chill thrilling down the drake's spine. The fox groaned and rocked on his cock, driving it deeper and deeper, bucking and grinding, though there was no question as to how much longer he was going to hold off as his need grew and grew.

Romero howled, twisting back and forth, the lewd slurp of his partner kissing the dragon filling the air. It was impossible to ignore as he moaned and tried not to rock his head back all the way, the strain and tension in his neck already aching through. The biggest strain in his body was not under his tail, after all, pumping the cock before him to please his partner too, but in all the other muscles of his body that had to contract, keeping him in place.

Xigfeldo groaned and let out a bodily shudder, though it took Romero a moment to realise that he was in the throes of orgasm, his body rocking and grinding, scales shivering as if the dragon was losing control even then. The dragon, however, would take a great deal more than that to lose complete control, even if he languished in the ebb and flow of orgasm. His tail slapped the water, sending a wave across the pool, cocks spurting, covering his belly and the stomach of the fox too with his load. The rest was spent inside the fox, that tightly squeezing hole, right where it belonged, even as his cloaca did not fail to ooze his oily essence forth. It was an alluring aroma under normal circumstances but was mitigated somewhat by the soothing lap of the hot spring, the natural heat and bubbles washing it away swiftly.

The water warmed, bubbling a little more, though it was hard for Romero to take note of that as orgasm, finally, pounded through him, knot swollen and shaft ejaculating, splattering a weaker but lustful load over Xigfeldo's second shaft. As much as he twisted and moaned, he had to ride it out, the bucking thrusts of the dragon rocking him softly, though he was briefly and faintly glad, in the back of his mind, that he was not riding the dragon through the skies. He groaned, tongue hanging out. That would have, by far, been a bumpier ride.

Gavriel nuzzled the dragon's snout, whiskers quivering, tail flicking, leaning in. It was warm and soft, though there was a lick of cool breath emanating from the dragon's muzzle, whispering from his maw in rolling, cooling ribbons. The lion's head spun, though the bob of his vessel of the dragon was unsteady at best, however much he wanted to stay there. Xigfeldo quivered under him, cocks twitching in the aftermath of orgasm, but did not soften as he grunted and licked the side of his muzzle, eyes shining with a question that Gavriel could answer.

There was a need left, after all, for the dragon, however, and a throbbing lion-cock to take care of...

"There are other pleasures for you, if you'd like to take them..."

Gavriel did not understand what Xigfeldo meant but he didn't have to as Romero grinned and waved at him to come down to the bottom end of the dragon, where his cocks were still hard and drooling. The lion squirmed and wriggled, bouncing off the dragon temporarily, paws scooting over the floor of the pool, only to climb up in front of the fox. While Romero drew off the cock driven up into his tail hole, he showed the lion with a wickedly fox-ish grin where there was a softening before Xigfeldo's cocks, on the side where his belly was rather than his tail, his cloaca dipping in. The lion's fingers curiously pressed inside, though not even he could have expected to find the feminine sex and heated wetness there, tail swishing and a low growl rolling from his lips.

What he was to do was obvious and it was a good thing that they both were the kind of furs that swung both ways, enjoying the pleasures of life however they were presented to them. Shakily, he kissed his lover, tongues sweeping softly against one another, flicking and curling, even as Gavriel sought out that sex, the cunny within Xigfeldo's cloaca beckoning him in. It was not as easy as one may have liked to think to penetrate a dragon bucking and twisting, wanting it as much as he did, but he just about managed it, the tip of his cock sinking home.

Oh, yes...

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And then there was no more rational thought for Gavriel as he crushed his lips to Romero's, deeply kissing the fox as if his life depended on it, the moment all that they could have ever wanted it to be. Romero was not idle, pushing his own limits as he took the dragon's second shaft under his tail, sinking slowly, groaning deep in the back of his throat. It was too much, really, for him so swiftly after the first time, the two of them sharing the dragon as Xigfeldo squirmed, his body making an S-shape in the water as he rippled and trembled.

"Mmm... You two might have to come with me for a while..."

They were hardly paying attention to him, however, as Gavriel pushed in, tipping forward as he thrust, holding onto Romero for purchase. He twisted his head slightly to deepen the kiss, losing himself in the moment, though he could not have thought of anywhere better to be while his lover pressed up against him. The wet fluff of the fox was perfect to comb his fingers through, fingers dancing down the line of his muzzle and jaw, finding his narrow shoulders, feminine shoulders. Ah, he was a lucky lion indeed to have gotten together with Romero but even luckier than he could have anticipated to share such a moment and an experience with one that would make his heart pound for many more years to come.

Xigfeldo helped them along a little, rocking and undulating his body where they tired of thrusting and grinding. Romero tired swiftly, his tail hole stretched and strained, though he wasn't about to go anywhere as the drake's cock hit his prostate over and over again, milking a light load from him as the pressure within him blossomed furtively. The waters lapped over the fox's legs, soaking him all over again, yet it was a warming clasp that stopped him from shivering too much, except in the grasp of pleasure.

The lion, however, was closer than he wanted to be, head rolling away, breaking the kiss as he yowled out his pleasure, though not quite breaking into a roar. It would have been too much, just too much, for such a serene atmosphere, and that was something too that Gavriel did not want to break, letting it rise, lifting him, carrying him right along with it where he belonged.

The dragon snarled, lips pulling back from his teeth briefly, despite it being only a moment, the need to orgasm building and building. There was nothing like a joint orgasm, even for him, as steam rose around them, rendering them ethereal and mysterious, the steamy mist swirling, wrapping them up and away in another world entirely. The drake could not and would not hold back his growls, filling the fox at the very moment that another orgasm hit him, though it was weaker than the first. After all, Romero could not be expected to ejaculate so powerfully all over again in quick succession, twisting his head back and forth, clinging to Gavriel for dear life.

The lion was not concentrating even on the fox before him, however, thrusting and humping, though it was mostly the rocking of the dragon's body that teased him to orgasm. He thought he would have been able to hold back for even longer still as he whimpered and whined, pushing in, the drake's vent closing around him, rippling and pulsing, massaging the full length of his softly barbed cock in a way that no one would have been able to resist.

He was not as strong as he may have wanted to be, grinding in deep and howling as he joined both Xigfeldo and Romero in climax, tail thrashing, losing himself in the moment. The lion growled, lips tugging back from his teeth, though he was not a fearsome sort as he rode the waves, paws clasped, holding on for life and love itself. The dragon's moans were nothing in comparison to the thrumming ecstasy rippling through, the moment just for the three of them above all else.

Just for them, only for them, though a moment could stretch on and on, letting them enjoy every last second that there was to enjoy. Romero's tail flicked and lifted, showing off his strained under-tail where it clutched around the dragon's cock, teasing and tensing, a tight grip that would not let go of the dragon until they both were good and done. One thing he knew, however, was that the trip up the mountain, even though they were not even halfway up as yet, had been more eventful than any of them could have imagined.

With their towels still scattered at the side of the pool, some damper than others were water had slopped messily over the side. The deck would dry, however, as they came down from their triple high, whispering and chuckling, relaxing in the afterglow. Even Xigfeldo's cocks softened and retreated into his sheath, self-cleaning, though he would have been more than ready to go all over again if the anthros with him had wanted to.

They, however, were spent and there was only so much even a dragon like Xigfeldo could ask of them.

He let them rest there, however, floating on his stomach, the Eastern dragon laying his head back in the water and sculling softly and gently, lulling them into a doze that was the very best kind of afterglow. The air filled with the light lap of water, the bubbles rising, steam seeming to mute other sounds, leaving them in their own little world while sore muscles relished in the healing powers of waters that had seen more than even Xigfeldo could give them.

The dragon rumbled a growl, eyes glittering.

Water, after all, held memories. And his water affinity brought him ever closer to it. He might have to spend a little more time in the hot springs in future...especially if such a lovely pair were to join him.

On top of him, Gavriel purred as he clung to his lover's paw.

The day had certainly come to wonderful ends for everyone involved.