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New Welcoming _by RVasil

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It was another day in the Magic Crafters homeworld.

A yellow dragon by the name of Volteer was going about his day to day activities. On the table before him were stacks of tomes and books detailing numerous written accounts and explanations of magic done by dragons before him. Volteer carefully poured through every single one of them, making sure he understood what the instructions were saying, and how to go about doing them.

While the dragons of the Artisan homeworld busied themselves by exploring their creative side, the dragons of the Magic Crafters explored the vastness that was magic itself. They were inquisitive by nature, responsible for the many magical artifacts that many dragons of today used. Items ranging from the mundane as an enchanted clock that would automatically snooze itself after ringing for three minutes, to something more elaborate such as a quill that would respond to dictation. Said quill was quite handy, as many Magic Crafters used them to jot down notes in their never ending research to understand the properties of magic.

Today, Volteer was busying himself in trying to replicate a study that a fellow dragon had conducted. He sighed as he looked at the diagram that was drawn on the page. It was an image of a dildo, and with the way it was represented, was going in and out of a dragon's backside. "Why does this have to be so complicated?" he voiced out loud going through the instructions again. After making sure he understood them right, he walked over to another table at the side. A finely made dildo was waiting for him, crafted by none other than Nestor. The Artisan tasked him with enchanting said toys as they were planned to be given to the new group of students who were now coming of age. The dragon took a deep breath before beginning the enchantment. The air crackled, and the sex toy levitated in the air. Volteer focused, making sure he was saying the right words as well as doing the proper movement. He gathered his thoughts before projecting them onto the object through the magic in the air.

It was over just as quickly as it started. The yellow dragon walked over to the table, carefully eyeing the toy that was now lightly pulsing with magical energy. "Hmm," he said, picking it up. The toy felt alive in his hands. Volteer's eyes flickered towards the nearby bed at the side. He figured there was no harm in using it. After all, he needed to make sure if the spell worked! He was about to make a move towards it when he heard the sound of activity from outside his window.

It piqued his interest enough to wonder what was going on. The toy could wait for a little longer.

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A few moments later Volteer walked outside to find Cosmos, the leader of the Magic Crafters homeworld, talking to a dragon Volteer wasn't familiar with. The first thing that stood out to Volteer was the dragon's body. He was notably slender, a stark contrast to both Cosmos and Volteer, who looked larger in comparison. He was young, with Volteer standing a head or so taller than the dragon. The mystery dragon carried himself with an electric and inquisitive energy, talking enthusiastically about something to Cosmos that Volteer was out of earshot to hear clearly. The dragon had distinct green scales that reminded Volteer of green leaves from trees during spring. He had brown fins going over his head and down to the rest of his body. Volteer noted his clothing, the dragon only wearing a light garb of a black and golden lined robe, accompanied by a short black scarf that wrapped around his neck.

It seemed he was a traveller, having a small brown knapsack to his side.

"Ah, Volteer," Cosmos said, the dragon taking note of his arrival. "Just the dragon I was looking for!"

Volteer was rightfully surprised, but even more so when the mystery dragon perked up. "Oh! You're Volteer?" He immediately ran up to the dragon, his eyes brimming with enthusiasm. His entire face was lit up with admiration. "I never knew I'd meet you this quickly! I am a big fan!"

"Oh, uh," Volteer blushed. He wasn't used to being fawned over. "T-thank you! I appreciate it." He cocked his head to the side. "To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to?"

"Oh, sorry!" The dragon backed up a bit to give Volteer his personal space back. He cleared his throat and introduced himself. "My name is Neode, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Volteer," he answered back, "though I believe you know me already."

"He is a migrating scholar," Cosmos said as he approached the both of them. He turned to Volteer to fill in the older dragon with the details. "He hails from the Eastern Realms."

"The Eastern Realms?" Volteer asked, turning back to Neode. That would explain why he looked so different. He wasn't from their realm. "That's quite far from here. I've never been there myself. What brings you to our realm?"

"I'm here to learn," Neode responded. "I've been meaning to study more magic, and I believe that I've learned all that I can in our realm. I figured it was time for me to see what else the world had to offer."

"Ah," Volteer nodded, fully understanding where Neode was coming from. "The call of curiosity is quite alluring. Is this your first time visiting then?"

"Yes," Neode answered, looking around curiously. "It's quite different from our realm, that's for sure."

"He'll be lodging at the temple," Cosmos answered. He was about to say something when a bright flash emanated from the distance, coupled by a loud commotion. The dragon groaned.

Neode looked visibly concerned. "Is everything alright?"

"It's fine," Cosmos answered, sounding a bit irritated. "The wizards have just been testing something as of late." He sighed. "I'm sorry, but I have to go check and make sure everything is alright." His eyes flickered towards the yellow dragon. "Volteer, would you mind showing our guest around in my place?"

"Oh, no problem at all," Volteer answered. Neode perked up, clearly quite happy at the sudden turn of events.

"I shall speak with you later, Neode, for now I must go." Cosmos then left, leaving the two dragons by their lonesome.

It was Volteer who broke the silence between them. "Shall we?"

Neode picked up his pack and followed behind Volteer, the dragon leading the way. The Magic Crafters homeworld was mundane for Volteer as he had lived there for most of his life. But for Neode, it was a brand new experience entirely. Instead of the sky being naturally blue, it was a purple haze, with stars blinking in and out at the distance. It felt like it was night, even though the sun was out and brightly shining down on them. There was a chill in the air, the snow gently resting on the rocky outcrops that protruded upwards as if reaching for the sky. Orange glowing crystals lit the way as they kept walking forward, passing by a crystal clear waterfall. Various dragons milled about, some reading books, whilst others practicing magic. There was a dragon that Neode could see doing what he could best assume were card tricks. Was he practicing? They passed under a stone archway, leading up to a large structure that was carved out of the stone rocks itself. Upon entering, an immediate warmth washed over their bodies, making Neode breathe a sigh of comfort. They had just entered the main dragon temple in the Magic Crafters homeworld.

"This place is amazing," Neode said, looking at every object that decorated the walls of the dragon temple. There were various portraits of dragons that were hung with a plaque underneath them. Neode recognized one of them as Cosmos. The other next to him was a portrait of none other than Volteer himself. Volteer saw Neode looking at his portrait and decided to comment on it. "I don't like that portrait," he remarked.

"Why not? You look great!" Neode responded in genuine earnest.

Volteer smiled at the compliment. "I don't know, it just feels like they didn't capture my good side." He chuckled at this own statement. "But this image was taken when I was still doing, at the time, the hardest research I had ever undertaken. Are you familiar with it?"

"Of course!" Neode cried out. His eyes sparkled. "That research you did about converting magic into electricity was fascinating! It's quite a breakthrough."

"You're too kind," Volteer replied, blushing at the compliment. "I'm not used to receiving this much compliment about my work." He then turned back to look at the portrait. It was basically a picture of him a few years prior, looking admittedly a little haggard after the many sleepless nights he went through in doing his research.

"It's well earned," Neode continued. "Are you doing something like it again by any chance?"

"Oh goodness no," Volteer answered reflexively. He considered his research into electricity to be the peak of his career as a Magic Crafter, and he was quite happy to rest his laurels by then. "I'm quite content to just be helping others around with their studies and help my fellow dragons with whatever magical object they may need to better their lives. I was actually working on something before my curiosity piqued at your sudden arrival."

Neode's eyes lit up. "Oh! You were working on something? Can I see?"

The yellow dragon thought for a moment. "You know what," a smile formed on his face. "You can, and the best part is, it'll help you get a clearer picture of how we dragons are here in the Dragon Realms."

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A few moments later, Neode found himself walking into Volteer's study. The room was lined with various bookshelves containing books about anything and everything. They ranged from historical tomes to informative pieces detailing various aspects of magic and how to go about them. There was a spherical object at the side that detailed various locations in the Dragon Realms. At the corner was a desk that looked busier compared to the other portions of the room. Volteer walked over to it, and began to clean up the desk. The dragon waved his hand, and various objects began to float around the room. A book that was lying on the floor floated back to its respective place on the shelf. A vase containing a plan that had toppled onto the ground from an accident earlier repaired itself before promptly resting back near the windowsill. Never in Neode's life did he imagine him being in the study of a dragon he greatly admired.

"Sorry about the mess," Volteer said, finishing up on his cleaning. He sat himself on his desk chair and spun around to reveal what was on it. "But this is what I was working on for a while."

Neode wasn't sure what he was looking at first. But when it registered in his brain, he immediately blushed at the sight. It was a large thick black dildo, bigger than anything he had ever seen before. The quality of it was astounding, looking very realistic with the way the veins travelled around it. He tried to be professional at least. There had to be a good reason why Volteer had this thing with him. "That's...a dildo." It came out more puzzled than he wanted however. "That's a dildo, right?"

"Astute observation," Volteer remarked. The dragon picked up the toy like it was anything ordinary as a quill. "Yes, it is; quite a hefty one at that!"

"Why do you have it?"

"Nestor tasked me in enchanting these toys." Volteer waved his hand around, magic gathering at the tip of his fingers. The sex toy came to life, floating an inch off the table, before gently vibrating in the air. The unmistakable whirring sound filled Neode's ears.

"Was it a personal request?"

Volteer shook his head. "Well, no." He figured it was time to clarify things. "It's for our students." Neode obviously responded with a confused look. "I'm sure as a fellow dragon you are aware of how we dragons are. How we feel, how we move, how we go about our daily lives," Volteer paused, and then continued saying, "how we all have urges that harken back to our most basic desires." He then approached Neode. "The desire to breed. And to be bred. Tell me, how do you address such issues at your Realm?"

Neode thought for a moment. "Well, we mostly handle such parts of daily dragon life through meditation. It is considered to be more productive to undergo reflection, rather than to indulge the senses. Besides, sex for us is mostly reseverd for reproduction."

"A philosophical approach," Volteer murmured. "Here, we do things differently. Dragons from the Dragon Realms embrace our inherent urges and relish in it. After all, why deny ourselves of something we desire most?"

"How do you get anything done?"

"Partaking in the activity frees the mind from further disturbances. I can definitely say, the clarity after a good fucking helps me think clearly." He turned back to the toy that was happily buzzing in the air. "The younger generation is quite volatile with their urges, which is why we help them satiate it with these toys." He grabbed hold of it, and the toy stopped whirring.

"I admit, the notion is alien to me," Neode said, looking at the thick black dildo. "But...the idea is quite alluring. We're considerably more repressed than you are. The thought of actually just throwing yourself to the desires is quite...enticing."

Volteer smiled mischievously. "I mean, you are here to learn," he reasoned. He placed a gentle hand on Neode's shoulder. "What better way to get into that headspace than to properly immerse yourself in your surroundings?" The dragon playfully ran his fingers across the green dragon's shoulder. Neode visibly shivered. It was quite a while since someone actually touched him. Like a fire instantly igniting, his body responded. His cheeks burned with an intensity.

It was one thing to meet what he considered to be the biggest inspiration in his life. It was another to suddenly have the option for things to get a bit more personal. He felt a lump in his throat that he had to gulp down. His heart pounded in his chest. "W-what...what did you have in mind?"

The yellow dragon smiled. "Just follow my lead." Volteer's hand lightly placed itself on Neode's chest, the dragon able to feel the beating of the dragon's nervous heart. "Relax," he cooed. Neode took a deep breath, but found his entire body shivering at Volteer's touch. Volteer's fingers felt electric, the dragon tracing playful circles on Neode's chest before ultimately going lower and lower. He slowed down once he reached Neode's crotch, which the loincloth was now becoming tented by the dragon's sizable erection. Volteer licked his lips as he slid his fingers through the edge of the fabric. Neode let out a light squeak, his eyes shutting tight as Volteer touched him.

"Don't be shy," Volteer cooed, locking eyes with him. Volteer then took hold of Neode's hands and placed it on his chest. "You need to let yourself go," he whispered.

Neode swallowed, taking a deep breath before doing as he was told. This felt all new to him. This sort of activity broke from the norm he was used to in the Eastern Realms. It felt taboo! The dragon's hands traversed Volteer's body, taking in his masculine form. For someone who primarily busied themselves in scholarly duties, Volteer was quite fit and able. It only served to excite Neode further. Brawn to accompany the brains were qualities he desired.

It was at this point that Volteer wanted to push things even further. He broke off from Neode, both dragons breathing heavily from the groping they were both doing. "Let's get more comfortable," Volteer said, and snapped his fingers.

A cushion appeared and landed on the floor. It was big enough for the both of them to relax on. Volteer then lowered his hands behind his back. At first Neode wondered what he was doing, but his eyes immediately grew to the size of dinner plates upon hearing a noticeable unclasping noise, followed by the sound of Volteer's loincloth dropping towards the floor. The yellow dragon's erection bobbed freely in the air, pointed straight at Neode. The way it moved up and down seemingly put a spell on Neode, his eyes unable to move away from it. His trance like state only broke when Volteer placed a hand underneath his chin, making their eyes lock with one another. Wordlessly, Volteer leaned in and kissed him. Neode was surprised at the sudden action, at first hesitating. But as the kiss lingered, he began to push back, his body speaking for him. Neode hungered for more, his mind finally freeing himself from holding him back. Curious hands wandered and Volteer undid Neode's loincloth for him. The green dragon let out a low moan, finally standing naked in front of one another. Their erections rubbed up against each other's hot body.

That was when Neode realized something. "So that dildo was modeled after you?"

Volteer laughed lightly. He reached forward and caressed Neode's needy erection. The throbbing member was already leaking pre copiously. "Yes," he answered. "Though, I'm assuming you'd rather try the real thing."

"You can read minds too?"

The two laid on the cushion, letting themselves explore each other's body. Like an unspoken agreement, both found themselves laying opposite of each other. Neode's face was at Volteer's crotch, and Volteer at Neode's. Both lethargically rested on the cushion, but at the same time enjoyed the throbbing piece of flesh resting in front of their face. Neither spoke as no conversation was needed. They were there to enjoy each other's offerings. Volteer was a master, leaning forward and planting kisses on Neode's erect cock. The green dragon struggled to stay still, having to focus and not thrust into Volteer's face. He didn't want to get too overly enthusiastic. Neode meanwhile did what he could. He wasn't used to sucking cock, but there was always a time and place for everything; and he wasn't going to let Volteer down. He made up for his inexperience with his enthusiasm, lurching forward to take on Volteer's member in one go. This took the yellow dragon by surprise.

"Fuck..." he murmured, watching Neode effortlessly take him down to the hilt.

Neode continued tirelessly, trying to replicate Volteer's action by swirling his tongue around and making sure to leave no spot untouched. It took everything Volteer had not to blow right then and there. It was only after a few seconds that Neode let up. The dragon smiled gleefully, a bit of spit and precum dripping down the sides of his mouth. "What's wrong?" he asked, seeing the look of amazement in Volteer's eyes.

"How the fuck did you do that? How did you take me all in one go?"

Neode was surprised at the compliment. "I...don't know," he answered bashfully. "I've always been able to do that." He stuck his tongue out and licked at Volteer's cock. He was rewarded by the dragon's member squirting a healthy dollop of pre onto his tongue. Volteer tasted sweet, with a light hint of bitterness. "You taste amazing," Neode said, closing his eyes to suckle more of the dragon.

Volteer let out a groan, finding it difficult to focus on the equally hard cock in front of him. He was beginning to wonder if Neode was lying to him. Someone who didn't have sex often couldn't be this good. It was inconceivable! But as Neode continued to work on his stiff cock, it was becoming clear to Volteer that the dragon was a natural. His hips began to move of their own accord, gently humping forward to try and get more of what Neode was offering him. The green dragon adjusted quickly, leaning forward to give Volteer easier reach. It wasn't long until Volteer was happily humping away with his lower half. His upper half was busy with sucking of Neode like a hatchling given a piece of sweet tasting candy.

Neode was like a wild beast, driven only by instinct and primal intuition. At some point he had stopped thinking entirely and decided to just let his body do what it wanted to do. It seemed all the repressed desires he had inside of him were unleashed in one fell swoop and he was unable to contain himself. Volteer's cock was perfect, and he wanted all of it. The taste, the smell, the feeling of it pulsing in his mouth; it was exquisite and he didn't want to miss it for the world. His hands weren't idle as well. Neode used this chance to explore more of Volteer, and even more so the plump balls that rested softly on the cushions in front of him. They were large, and clearly filled with seed. The dragon wondered how often they spilled their contents on a daily basis. He reached outwards, marvelling at how heavy they felt in the palm of his hands. The dragon's focus was only broken when he cried out only to be later snuffed out as Volteer buried his cock into his mouth.

Volteer decided to go balls deep. Neode had an impressive pecker, but wasn't anything Volteer hadn't encountered before. The dragon opened his maw and took all of Neode's cock in, the dragon's shaft disappearing down his throat. It pulsed and throbbed, rewarding him a slight spill of pre. Neode cried out in response, but Volteer was quick to capitalize, burying his cock deeper into his mouth. His balls were aching and he was desperate for release. Deciding to go all in, he began to hump Neode's face with reckless abandon. The dragon momentarily struggled, lewd slurps echoing across the room as Volteer used him as a living toy. It wasn't long until Volteer felt it. The familiar sensation building up inside him. A guttural roar soon escaped his maw as he was unable to hold it in back any longer. He ejaculated violently, cum spilling from his tip and discharging itself into Neode's warm mouth. The dragon desperately tried to gulp it all down but the sheer volume was unimaginable. Volteer's white seed spilled from the side, and dripped onto the cushion below.

Neode could barely register being covered and smelling distinctly of masculine musk as he himself reached climax. Volteer was merciless, jerking Neode off frantically to completion. The dragon cried out, emptying his aching balls into Volteer's waiting mouth. The volume was unlike anything Volteer had experienced before. The torrent of cum that escaped Neode's cock was seemingly infinite, the dragon releasing endless amounts of seed straight at him. But he was a pro. Volteer masterfully gulped it all down, not wanting to waste a single drop. It was rich in flavor, and quite delicious too. Volteer ended up being cleaner than Neode, as the green dragon barely had any trace of green left on his face. All of it was blotched out by the white color of Volteer's seed. The two dragons laid there for a minute, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow. It was Volteer who eventually broke the silence, sitting upright to look at Neode who was visibly exhausted.

"Fuck, that was good," Volteer mutterd. He helped Neode up who was slightly swaying side to side. "Are you alright?"

Neode blinked. A bead of Volteer's cum dripped from the side of his cheeks. He reeked of the stench of male dragons. Other than that, he was perfectly fine. "I'm good," he answered. "I'm okay," he repeated. "That was...that was uh..." The dragon was utterly at a loss for words. Then it came to him.

For the first time in quite a long time, he could think clearly. Like a fog lifting up and enabling him to see further.

"That felt good," he answered. The words never felt more appropriate to say than anytime in his entire life. "That felt really good." He looked at Volteer who was smiling at him. "You were right! It does help you think clearly."

"I'm glad you're beginning to understand," Volteer replied. The dragon then leaned in and shared a tender kiss with him. Neode was surprised at the gesture, but nonetheless welcomed in. Neode once again registered the sweet yet bitter taste of Volteer's cum in his mouth. It was almost intoxicating. They eventually broke off and Volteer smiled at him. "Don't be afraid to ask the others. I'm sure they'll be quite happy to help you deal with your urges."

"I...I'll keep that in mind."

The two eventually broke off, cleaning up the room, and themselves. It was thankfully made easy with the use of magic. With a simple wave of his hands, Volteer was able to whisk away the cum drenched cushion, and wash the sticky cum that got onto his skin. In just a matter of seconds, their scales were now pristine and perfect as they were before. Neode let out a sigh, his body still relishing from the post ejaculation afterglow. "So," Volteer said, "you've seen my workshop. Would you be interested in seeing what else we have here in the Magic Crafter's Homeworld?"

What soon followed was Neode continuing his tour of the Magic Crafter's homeworld. Volteer was a great host, showing him around and showing him points of interest. They first stopped by the library, and Neode was amazed at the vast collection of knowledge he could have access to at his fingertips. There were a few dragons quietly scribbling away at their desk, their quills moving as they wrote down the fruits of their research. There were books at just about anything; some were spell books, some were history books, some were even joke books! Neode grabbed one off the shelf and was surprised to find that it was a book detailing the various ways dragons could do to spice things up when having sex.

"Ohh," Volteer said, peering over his shoulder. "I should check that out later."

Neode laughed, beginning to understand how pervasive sexuality was in the Dragon Realm's culture. They continued onwards; their next stop, the open workshops. These workshops were free to be used for all, and mostly catered to younger dragons who wanted to explore their curiosities and sate their thirst for knowledge. Various items were on display at the different tables. A few dragons were actually present and gave them nods of acknowledgement as they passed. There were dragons brewing concoctions, the smell wafting into the air and reminded Neode of the scent of sweet cinnamon. A few were enchanting objects; some were making them lighter, others making them heavier. There was a dragon trying to make a piece of cloth you could drape over yourself to make you invisible. One thing that truly stood out to Neode was a dragon doing transfiguration spells. He was in the process of trying to turn an apple into an orange.

The spirit of curiosity and sharing of knowledge was evident in the air, and it kind of made Neode all the more excited in partaking in it. The tour eventually ended with Neode and Volteer chatting with one another about what they saw today. "This place is amazing," Neode remarked as they walked down the empty halls of the temple. "We don't have these things back in our homeworld."

"All the more reason for you to stick around," Volteer answered. He then glanced out the window and saw that the sun was now slowly beginning to set. A thought crossed his mind. "Listen, you're staying in the temple, right?"

"I am."

"Why don't you come over for dinner? My house isn't far from here. I've already shown you where it is."

Neode was taken aback. "Oh, but would that be alright? I don't want to intrude!"

"You're fine! You'll even get to meet my housemate," Volteer responded. "I'll whip us up something real good."

The dragon cocked his head to the side. "Housemate?"

"Cyril," Volteer answered. "I'm sure you'll love him as much as I do."

Neode nodded. "I'm looking forward to it then. I'm interested to try the Dragon Realms cuisine then." That was when something caught Neode's attention. "Hey Volteer."

"Yeah?"

"We've been walking around for a while now," Neode began, "and I keep seeing these doors with this symbol." He pointed to the nearby door with a sign on it with the image of a dragon. "What exactly is in that room?" he asked curiously.

Volteer looked at what he was pointing at and immediately recognized it. "Ah," he answered. He chuckled lightly to himself. "I think it's better that I show you."

The two walked over and Volteer opened the door inwards. Like a seal being opened, sound immediately poured out. At first Neode was surprised at the cacophony of noises, but it was when he realized what those noises were that it made him pause. In front of him was an open spacious room. Various bunk beds were placed at the side, and a large gathering of cushions were nestled in the center. On top of the cushions were a mass of bodies. Dragons! Some were even dragons he saw from his tour earlier.

All of them were naked. Hot, sweaty bodies, all grinding against one another. Erect cocks were being stuffed into open mouths and winking asses. Neode actually recognized the dragon that was at the center of this lewd orgy: it was Cosmos! The dragon leader of the homeworld was busy handling four cocks. One in his mouth, one in his ass, and two in his free hands! The lewdness aside, Neode was actually amazed at the dragon's mastery in being able to handle so many cocks all at once. Neode's eyes grew wide as he saw Cosmos take the large cock of a blue dragon down all the way to the base.

"This is the Resting Quarters," Volteer said with the tone of someone talking about the weather.

"This is where dragons sleep?"

Volteer laughed. "No, not that kind of resting. It's a place where we can hang around, relax, and most importantly, fuck." Volteer admired the scene in front of them, the participants of the orgy completely oblivious to the two of them observing as they were too engrossed at what they were doing. "It's a communal room where we can ask help in getting relief." He glanced at Neode at the corner of his eye. The dragon was visibly sporting an erection and was already tenting his loincloth. "Do you want to join in?" Volteer asked him.

"I-I'm good," Neode responded. "I wouldn't want to intrude. Besides, I think Cosmos would prefer to be the center of attention."

Volteer nodded. "He is a cockwhore." He then closed the door, shielding their eyes from the depravity of the scene once more.

The yellow dragon cleared his throat. "So, dinner?"

"Absolutely. I'll see you later."

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Preparing for dinner was thankfully quick and fast. Volteer had prepared hours earlier, and now the turkey that was baking in the oven was going to be done in a few minutes. The smell alone was making his mouth water. He was looking forward to having such a hearty meal, even more so to share it with their new visitor turned friend. The sound of the front door opening caught his attention.

"I'm home," called the person from the front door. "Is that dinner?"

"It is!" Volteer responded back. The dragon joined him in the kitchen, and Volteer gave him a tender peck on the cheek. "What took you so long, Cyril?"

The blue dragon smiled, appreciating the gesture. "Oh, I just got caught up." He leaned against the wall, lightly resting his back against the kitchen countertop. "Remember those rings I told you we were working on?"

"The cock rings?"

"Yeah. It took a bit of magical tinkering but after a few test runs, we've successfully managed to get it to automatically adjust to your size and squeeze accordingly." Cyril smiled. "It was great. Cosmos wanted to test it out, so we had to do overtime at the Resting Quarters."

The yellow grinned. "I saw."

"You saw?" Cyril cocked his head towards the side. "You were there? Why didn't you join us?"

"I was giving a tour," Volteer answered flatly.

"Oh! I heard a new dragon arrived. Was that him?"

"He was. His name's Neode; he's from the Eastern Realms," Volteer answered. Just then, the sound of a bell rang, informing the both of them that the oven had just finished baking. Volteer used magic to take the food out. He gently floated the now well cooked, and delicious looking turkey onto the table in front of them. With another flick of his wrist, a knife floated over and began to cut it into sizable chunks. "He's joining us for dinner."

It was at this point that Cyril blinked. "What?"

"I invited him over for dinner," Volteer repeated.

"Oh," Cyril responded. "Oh, okay."

The tone was not lost on Volteer. "Oh, don't be like that."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about," Volteer said pointedly. "I know you don't like it when I invite someone over you're not familiar with." Cyril sighed, somewhat annoyed at being easily read like an open book. "Trust me, you're going to like Neode."

"I'm just worried we might not gel well together if things happen, you know?" Cyril said, his voice filled with doubt. "Besides, how can you be sure?"

"He's your type," Volteer answered.

"You've fucked him?"

"No," Volteer answered honestly. "Not yet." He added the last statement with a grin. "But from what I can tell he hasn't been fucked in quite some time, being from the Eastern Realms and all that." He paused then thought or a bit. "I think he hasn't been fucked at all." By this point the turkey was chopped into decent chunks, and was now being floated over to a big serving plate. "I can only imagine how tight his ass would be, and I know how much you love tight asses."

By this point Cyril's body answered for him. A sizable erection was beginning to tent his loincloth. "Well if you put it like that," he said, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I'm very interested to meet him."

Volteer smiled, glad they were both on the same page. He glanced at the clock on the nearby wall. "He should be arriving any minute now." His eyes darted to Cyril's. "Just go easy on him." He paused then briefly looked at Cyril's crotch. "And put that away. You don't want to scare him."

Cyril snorted. "Okay."

As if on cue, the doorbell rang. "Hello?"

"Coming!" Volteer cried out.

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The three dragons gathered around the dining room, enjoying a hearty dinner. For Neode, it was a brand new experience entirely. His sense of taste was bombarded with flavors he never had before. The taste of the turkey was exquisite, with the perfect blend of sweet and spices. The wine that accompanied it gave him the right amount of buzz to help keep the conversation for the evening going. Volteer and Cyril were great hosts, with the latter giving Neode a sense of a deja vu; like he had seen him at some point earlier today. He just couldn't put his finger on it. They talked about anything and everything; how their days went, how was Neode finding the Magic Crafters world so far, and what, if any, did he miss about home. It was all in good fun but throughout all of it, Neode couldn't help but get the sense that the two were giving him longing glances as the evening went by. At first Neode blamed it on the light buzz he was getting from the wine he was drinking, but when he felt a hand place itself on the side of his thigh, he realized the two were very interested in him.

"So, Neode," Cyril said, lightly tracing circles on the green dragon's thigh underneath the table. "Volteer told me that he gave you a tour of the place."

"Um," Neode gulped, a light shiver travelled down his spine. He wasn't sure if that was because of the liquor, or if it was because of the way Cyril was tapping at his legs. "He did," he said, offering a somewhat forced smile.

"What did he show you?"

"Uh, the library," Neode answered, thinking back to what they were doing earlier. "He also showed me the workshops too. He even showed me the Resting Quarters." That was when the memory popped into his head. "I..." He looked at Cyril.

"Hm? Is something the matter?"

"I...saw you earlier." The confused expression on Cyril prompted Neode to explain, saying, "I thought I had a feeling I've seen you before and thinking back on it now, it was probably at the Resting Quarters."

"Oh." Cyril then nodded. "Yeah, me and a few others were there with Cosmos." He smirked at Neode. "I'm disappointed you didn't join us."

A blush instantly appeared on Neode's face. The memories came rushing back to him, and it immediately made his body react. There was gentle thud heard as Neode's erection lightly tapped the bottom of the table. The image of Cyril's hung and thick cock forced itself into the forefront of Neode's mind. "I...didn't want to intrude," Neode said, doing his best to remain formal.

"I told him you guys wouldn't mind but he relented," Volteer added, taking another sip from his glass. "I figured Neode here is just a bit shy in having fun in groups. Am I right?"

Neode thought for a moment. "Well, you're not wrong," he answered. "It just wouldn't feel right to join in on a group when I barely knew any of them."

"But what about us though?" Cyril asked, deciding to finally stop being coy. His hand snaked its way closer to Neode's inner crotch and lightly squeezed at the dragon's stiff erection. Neode visibly flinched, sitting straight up, and looking at Cyril with a shocked expression. It was hard for Neode to remember the fact that subtlety in regards to perversion wasn't a thing in this realm. "Would you be opposed to having fun with us?" Cyril continued.

The offer was rather tempting, and if anything, Neode actually wanted to see Cyril's cock again. His body seemingly answered for him, his erection throbbing in Cyril's hand. The blue dragon's brow rose, sensing the silent answer. "I'll take that as a yes?" He opted to lightly jerk off Neode's cock underneath the table, the green dragon gently closing his eyes and groaning slightly in response.

"As fun as it is to watch you tease Neode," Volteer began, "take this to the bedroom. I have to clean up the table."

Cyril smirked. He let go of Neode's cock. He stood up, showing that he too was sporting a stiff erection that had now parted his loincloth. Even without seeing it fully, Neode's eyes were transfixed to it. "Shall we?" Cyril asked. Neode nodded obediently, following after Cyril as he led him to the nearby bedroom. He gently guided the green dragon onto the bed, the two of them undressing to be more comfortable. Neode seated himself at the edge of the bed and watched as Cyril removed his loincloth, fully standing in the nude. The dragon briefly flexed to give Neode a show. "Do you like what you see?"

"Definitely," Neode answered. Much like Volteer, Cyril was buff and sturdy. He wasn't bulging with muscles but instead had the right amount of fat at the right places. He even had a slightly pudgy belly. It was pure eye candy and as Neode's eyes went lower, the candy only got sweeter. Swinging between his legs was a thick blue cock with an equally hefty pair of balls. It bounced and wobbled with every step he took, almost acting like a pendulum and hypnotizing Neode's eyes. The dragon stopped in front of him, his crotch at level with Neode's own head. The green dragon could feel the heat radiating from the pulsing flesh. "How about you give it a taste?" Cyril asked.

Neode was quick on the draw, reaching forward to grab hold of the bobbing penis. Cyril breathed heavily and growled softly as Neode's tongue ran across the entirety of his length. Volteer was undeniably right as always. Neode was quite a catch and Cyril was wondering why he even questioned the dragon's judgement in the first place. The green dragon was enthusiastic with his sucking, using his tongue to work on his length. Cyril responded by pushing forward, wanting to bury himself deeper into the warm mouth. Neode closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations racing across his body. Cyril pushed deeper, and there was a brief instance of Neode feeling it smack against the back of his throat. It took a moment for him to adjust, but not long after, it was sliding down his gullet. "Holy fuck..." Cyril breathed heavily, his entire body shaking. A strand of precum escaped from the tip of his cock and deposited itself into Neode's mouth. The taste was electric, and it assaulted the rest of the green dragon's senses. The smell alone was intoxicating. There was something about it that drove Neode's sex drive into high gear.

The suckling continued for a few moments before Cyril inevitably pulled out, resulting with Neode letting out a verbal whine. "W-what's wrong?"

"That was amazing," Cyril added. His heart was pounding in his chest. The dragon then gently pushed Neode onto the bed. "But I want to fuck your ass."

Cyril had him lie on his back, before the dragon grabbed hold of both of Neode's legs and pulled them closer to the dragon's chest, letting them then hang in the air. Cyril got into position, climbing on top of Neode, his cock dangling menacingly above Neode's now exposed asshole. The dragon teasingly prodded at Neode's taint, his cock tip smearing precum across the dragon's backside. Cyril reached downwards, grabbing hold of his cock and angling it perfectly, before lowering himself into Neode.

"Is this your first time?" Cyril asked politely.

Neode nodded, his heart pounding heavily in his chest.

"I'll be gentle." True to his word, Cyril lowered himself slowly. The dragon's tip kissed the entrance to Neode's asshole, and the green dragon shivered in response. There was a bit of gentle prodding before insertion was achieved. Neode took a sharp intake of breath, prompting Cyril to tell him to relax. If there was one thing Neode knew for sure, Cyril was big.

Like really big.

Having him in his mouth earlier was one thing, but having him penetrate his ass was a different matter entirely. Neode swore he saw stars the specific moment Cyril parted him. The dragon's cock felt like an absurdly sized dildo being shoved into him. His entire ass revolted against him, threatening to push Cyril out to no avail. They both swore under their breaths. One cursed at the tightness, and the other cursed at the unrealistic girth. Neode breath heavily, focusing on keeping his ass relaxed as much as possible even though it felt like he was being split asunder.

A chorus of grunts and moans filled the room. Both adjusting and trying to accommodate each other's size. Neode's cock was like an open faucet, copious strands of precum being jettisoned out of him every now and then as Cyril's cock rested perfectly on his prostate. The two were so focused on what they were doing that they didn't notice they were joined by the third person in the house.

"Now this is a beautiful sight." Volteer announced his presence by walking into view. Neode could barely see him at the corner of his vision. Volteer was smiling down at him, a light blush across his cheeks. His hand was moving back and forth. The yellow dragon was no doubt openly jerking himself off to the perverted scene in front of him. "How are you holding up?" he asked, looking at Neode.

The green dragon tried to muster a response, but when he opened his mouth, nothing but a long drawn out moan came out as Cyril continued to ease himself in even further. He was halfway deep at this point, only having a few inches left to go. Volteer found the response absolutely adorable, nodding in acknowledgement instead. He moved behind the blue dragon, marvelling at how Cyril was splitting Neode wide open. He leaned forward, sticking his tongue to get a taste of Cyril's cock that was still slowly lowering itself. "Fuck..." Cyril cried out, the tongue making it harder for him to control himself. "Stop that...!"

"But you taste so good," Volteer remarked teasingly, licking at his cock more. He chuckled, gently smacking Cyril's ass with the palm of his hand. The resulting motion prompted Cyril to thrust forward, making both him and Neode to cry out in both pain and pleasure as Cyril ended up going balls deep. Cyril's plump balls parked itself on Neode's rear, and Volteer used this chance to suckle on them with his mouth.

"Holy shit..." Cyril cried out, his cock throbbing once more as it was now firmly planted inside Neode's asshole. "He is fucking tight as a vice!"

"I told you so," Volteer remarked.

Cyril looked forward, and could see that Neode was momentarily out of it. His eyes glazed over and was staring off into nothingness. It reminded him of the same expression Cosmos had after all the fucking they did earlier. "Volt," Cyril said, grabbing Volteer's attention. "You can take the front, while I pound his ass."

"With pleasure." Volteer waved his hand and momentarily lifted Cyril and Neode's bodies into the air while they were still in position. He slowly rotated them, having Neode's head now hang at the edge of the bed. Now having better access, Volteer approached Neode, the dragon now slowly coming back to his senses. "You alright?" he asked.

The green dragon managed to find his voice again. "Y-yeah...fuck, Cyril is big." Neode opened his eyes and was greeted with Volteer's stiff cock poking at his cheeks. The dragon looked up and could see Volteer smiling warmly at him, almost pleadingly. Neode just rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, happy to help his friend get off.

With everyone in position, the threesome went well underway. Cyril began to pull back out, his sheer size making Neode's ass clung to him as if its entire life depended on it. He actually lifted Neode upwards momentarily just from the sheer pressure. He removed himself only half way, before going back in once more. With his size now fully accommodated, it was a lot easier to build a rhythm. It wasn't long until Cyril's was happily moving back and forth, his thrusts on a well timed interval. Volteer on the other hand went to work on Neode's front. His mouth was lovely as always, but unlike being gentle and tender like their previous sexual encounter, this time Volteer decided to be a bit more forceful. The dragon pushed inwards, burying his cock down Neode's mouth and happily watching a sizable bulge form itself on Neode's throat in the process. It was like trying to gulp down the largest piece of meat there was in the world, except doing it over and over again. Neode's nose smacked against Volteer's plump balls, the scent of his masculine musk overpowering anything else that was in the room.

Like a well oiled machine, it got to a point where Volteer and Cyril were moving in perfect harmony. When one moved inwards, the other moved out. Back and forth, back and forth, Neode was never left feeling full for what seemed like the next hour or so as the three dragons lost themselves to their pleasure. The bed creaked each time Cyril went in for a thrust, and each time he did so, Neode's eyes momentarily blacked out. He was hitting him perfectly on his prostate every single time. It ended him moaning into Volteer's cock in the process. It was hard to breathe with such a big piece of meat in his mouth, but somehow Neode made do. At some point, Neode just stopped moving entirely, allowing himself to be used almost like a toy for the two males. He actually didn't want it to end. The pleasure was immense and everyone was having a great time. Volteer had grabbed hold of his shoulders and was thrusting happily into him. His cock shot a strand of precum down his gullet, the taste electric and jolting his senses. Cyril was the complete opposite. Each thrust had the dragon shooting a strand of pre into his bowels, going so far as to seemingly move his belly with each hilting. The sound of balls smacking against skin echoed across the room as the sex began to pick up pace. Sweat dripped down the sides of their face, all participants seemingly at the edge of orgasm.

It was Neode who came first. He tried to cry out, but was ultimately stifled as Volteer buried his cock deep into his mouth. He instead ended up moaning into the yellow dragon's pulsing piece of flesh, his body shaking almost violently as the energy of his ejaculation coursed throughout him. Neode's own cock erupted, ropes upon ropes of cum shooting outwards and flying all over the place. It hit Volteer squarely in the chest, before another shot flew past right above his head. It was chaotic, hectic, pure, and raw, and it lasted for a solid minute or so. Neode's balls emptied themselves and by the end, the dragon was left exhausted.

Volteer was the one who followed soon after. His thrusts became erratic and eventually the dragon was unable to help himself. He wanted to keep fucking Neode's mouth but all good things must come to an end. His balls quaked, and Neode actually felt Volteer's cock throb in his mouth before unleashing a torrent of white seed. It was unrelenting, and for a brief moment, Neode actually wondered if he was going to drown. He tried to gulp it down, but the sheer excess was too much. It leaked at the corner of his mouth dripping at the sides of his cheeks before ultimately making a mess on the floor. It was fast just as it ended, but it felt like an eternity for Neode who had to catch all of it. His nose probably stopped working at some point because all he could smell was the scent of dragon seed.

Cyril came last out of the three of them. He growled, increasing his pace as he knew full well his end was at hand. When Neode ejaculated, the dragon's tight ass seemingly became even tighter, regardless of how impossible that may have been. It took everything in his power to not cum right then and there. Neode's ass was seemingly on a mission to drain off everything he had. It was as if the dragon was trying to suck out his very soul through his cock with all the resistance he was getting. Cyril managed to pull through however, the dragon breathing heavily after taking a moment to adjust. He instead retaliated by thrusting with reckless abandon. He was going to make this worth it for him completely. With how fast and how hard he was pounding Neode's ass, the dragon was definitely not going to be able to walk right any time soon. Cyril announced his orgasm loudly, crying out to the heavens to a point where their neighbors would have been clued in as to what was happening inside the house. His cock throbbed angrily, spurting cum deep into the crevices of Neode's asshole. Neode actually felt himself bloat, filling to the brim with a warm sensation that spread across the entirety of his body. Cyril's ejaculation was unending, the dragon's thrust slowing to an erratic pace before ultimately stopping to a halt. White seed dripped from the side of Neode's battered back side. All traces of green were nowhere to be found; all that was left was a sloppy paint job of white on a green canvas. Cyril remained there for a clear bit, catching his breath as his heart threatened to escape from his chest. It took a few minutes before he decided to move, pulling his cock out from Neode's asshole. An audible squelching sound could be heard in the room followed by a distinct pop. Neode could feel the warm cum dripping down his ass and into the cushions underneath him. Cyril collapsed next to him, both completely tired and exhausted. Volteer did the same afterwards, collapsing at the opposite side.

Neode struggled to stay awake. His lower half was beginning to feel numb, and he could barely register his jaw at all. He looked across from him. Cyril was to his left, and Volteer was to his right. Content smiles greeted him.

"So..." Cyril said, finding his voice once more. "How do you find our culture, Neode?"

Volteer perked up. "I know it's not exactly the same as the ones you have back at home but...I do hope you won't be feeling homesick anytime soon."

"I think..." Neode began. "I think I'm going to really like it here."

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**Author's Notes:

Hey guys!

I'm back here once again with another Spyro commission. Someone took fancy to the rather sexy world I've built and decided they wanted in on that action. Who was I to say no their desire?

This time we've got Cyril and Volteer, specifically requested for this commission. It's actually quite nice to write this. I took a break from writing Spyro but doing this helped me get interested in it again. I might do something in the future in regards to it. Who knows.**

Either way, I hope you guys like this one :D