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A Whole New Party

Part 16

For Engy

By Draconicon

Audron was troubled, indeed. Not about his future, precisely, though there was an element of his worries that touched on that. It wasn't about finding his home, though he would have liked to be more focused on that at the moment. After all, a dragon without a mountain wasn't entirely their own person just yet, and would still be somewhat looked down on. He might have Claimed some folk, but that didn't matter if he didn't have a place to put them, and the kobolds would need a home, too. The more that he thought about it, the more that he wished that he could just settle his thoughts on solving that problem.

However, there was something else holding his attention, and that was his growing attraction to the adventurers that he had Claimed, as well as the smaller kobolds. He groaned as he stopped his pacing across his private room, sitting down on a stone throne that he had made specifically to feel better about himself. Right at that moment, it wasn't working.

I shouldn't have experimented, he thought, groaning under his breath as he pressed his hands to his face. I might not be a tail-raiser, but...

But at the same time, he was finding himself more and more interested in the new people that he'd claimed. He'd been somewhat interested ever since Kyo'Thar had tempted him with that ass back at the start of this whole mess, and that attraction had only grown the longer that he spent in their company, and around the male kobolds in the caverns with him. The fact that he had buried his dick in kobold ass more than he had in kobold pussy should have been telling enough on its own, but whether he had been lying to himself or not, he had been assuming that he was still just enjoying a hole for its own sake.

Then the transformations had started.

Then the Claiming was done.

Then he saw them all as the 'ideal' that he had given them, and realized that he hadn't even kept one female, nor created one. He saw that he had given them all big dicks and big balls, as well as thick asses. He had made them all very, very masculine, and considering there were a number of dragons that fucked their Claimed, that was more than slightly telling.

Why? Why?

He could already see the condemning eyes of his uncles looking down on him. Not Raithir, true, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't get it from all the others. What would his mom think when she realized that her main child wasn't going to give her grandchildren? What would she think when she realized that he liked sex for pleasure rather than just to have more eggs out there in the world?

What if?

What then?

Audron slapped his hands against his forehead, realizing that he was panting and that he was on the verge of panicking. He huffed and harrumphed, shaking his head.

"Stop, stop, stop..."

His mind was running away from him, trying to panic over something that wasn't even important right then. But it was, wasn't it? Figuring out what he was, what he wanted, was important. That was how he could be happy.

But if he was a tail-raiser -

I'm not.

But if he was interested in males, and he definitely was that, how would that affect others? Was that really fair? He knew how they treated Raithir, and how they had managed to essentially ostracize his uncle from everyone but his mother and him. That would be his fate if he went through with this.

And if he didn't get that mountain...if he had to give up and go home...

There might not be a home. His mom might decide that she didn't want a tail-raiser in her mountain. She might decide that there was no place for him, and he'd have to wander, a failed dragon. Nothing for him, nothing but -

Knock, knock, knock.

Desperately thankful for the distraction, he looked up. The platinum dragon pulled his robes shut, clearing his throat.

"Come in."

The door opened and his Claimed marched in. Naked. Naked as the day they were born. Naked and half-hard in some cases, particularly in Vincent's case and Red-Arms - no, Clover. Clover's case. He had to remember the gecko's name, now, since it had come down the bond between them and he was supposed to know it.

They formed a line between him and the door, and if he didn't know better, he would have almost said that they were posing, showing off, giving him a good show of their bodies. His cheeks burned as he looked at them, and he cleared his throat, trying to keep from letting the blush spread further than it already had.

"What do you need?" he asked, forcing himself to keep his eyes up rather than down.

"To help you, Master," Vincent said.

"Don't worry about me. It's just, uh, just something that will pass."

"You are in turmoil," Kyo'Thar said. "We can all feel it."

Right. The bond is two-way. I...damn...

That meant that they would have been feeling him panic for the last few minutes or...however long it had been. He'd lost track of time while pacing. Audron rubbed his forehead, sighing under his breath.

"I'm sorry you had to feel that."

"It's alright, Master," Clover said. "We're here for you."

"I'm not sure I want you to be."

"You've Claimed us, Master. That means that we have to be."

"...I guess that's true." It was the downside of the bond. They would feel what he was feeling, just as he would feel what they were feeling. They were forced to be honest with one another.

And as he looked up at them, he could not help but feel things that were odd and uncomfortable for him. When he looked at Vincent, he imagined pushing the other man down, forcing the muscular reptile to his hands and knees and putting his cock down the fighter's throat. He imagined pushing him there, holding him there for the obedience and loyalty that he owed, and getting a blowjob to end all blowjobs.

He looked at Olfel, and he imagined the stunted, spiky lizard on his lap, grinding back, grumbling all the while, perhaps, but unable to resist once he tasted the dragon's cock. The idea of putting that man down where he was, keeping that lizard in a place to enjoy dick when he might not have before, of creating a tail-raiser just from that first penetration, was hot as hell.

And then there was Kyo'Thar, and he imagined rutting that tail, fucking that thick ass again and again as the raptor begged for more. He could imagine it so well that he could almost hear the orc's voice echoing in the room right then and there, seeing that stiff shaft rising as a result of what he was doing.

Clover? He imagined the gecko pulled close. Nuzzling, rubbing, holding him, and then the softer male sliding down and lifting his tail. Not for cock, not for him to become a tail-raiser, but to put that tongue to use against his ass. He could imagine it so well, so easily, and it was hard for him to really take it.

As those images passed through his head, his lust grew, and he could see that the Claimed could all feel that from him, too. Those that were already a little aroused started getting more aroused, and those that had been soft started rising. Notably, Olfel. The spiked lizard slapped a hand to his forehead.

"Oh, great..."

"What?"

"I figured you were dealing with that stuff, but now you're making me deal with it, too."

"Sorry." He blushed. "I didn't mean to -"

"I get it. No tail-raising for dragons."

"...How did you..."

"You gave me the book. Didn't you know I'd read it?"

Honestly, he'd been so distracted of late that he had forgotten that he'd even given the former dwarf a book of any sort. However, he must have, if he'd already learned about tail-raisers and what that meant. Audron was surprised; he hadn't thought that the quick-lived would be that interested in dragon culture.

Before he could follow up on that, however, Vincent stepped forward. It was odd to be overshadowed by someone so much bigger than him, and he stared up at the much bigger, much stronger, much taller reptile.

"Master...you need to let us help you."

"I'm fine. I don't need help."

"Then let us support you."

"...What do you mean?"

"You want it to be okay, don't you?" Vincent asked. "You want it to be okay to want what you want?"

"..."

"We can't see the pictures in your head, but we can feel what you feel. Since you're not listening to words right now, I'm going to show you how okay it can be."

"You don't - hey, wait, what are you doing?"

Vincent moved almost as quickly as Viola had during her rampage, falling to his hands and knees. The big lizard's hands wrapped around the dragon's ankles, pulling them down and fixing them to the floor. Before Audron could pull together a spell or anything else to slow the quick scaly down, Vincent leaned in and licked. He licked quite firmly, dragging a forked tongue up from Audron's balls all the way up to the base of his cock.

And the dragon shivered, biting his lip the whole time.

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

"That's it. He wanted that, alright," Olfel muttered.

"Wait...wait...just...you can't...I'm not..."

"You'll be alright, Master," Clover said, moving around to stand at his side, taking his hand. "You need to be you."

"But this...what if this - ah...ah..."

It was hard to think with his cock down someone's throat, and he shivered as he felt those scaly lips moving up and down his shaft, tugging him to stiffness in short order. He groaned, his balls dangling down, his eyes closing tight as he felt that slow suck, that gentle pull along his shaft, and the way that the forked tongue worked along the underside.

Fuck...fuck...that's better than the kobolds...a lot better than the kobolds...

He looked down, but he could not help but see the masculine features that Vincent had. All those muscles, those thick shoulders, everything that reminded him that he was getting blown by another male: they were undeniable, unlike the curvier kobolds. He tried to look away, but Clover squeezed his hand again.

"We're here for you, Master. Your Claimed won't leave."

"Not that we want to," Kyo'Thar said, walking over and standing at the other side. "We're getting all that we could ever want here."

"Most of what we could want," Olfel said, shrugging. "Still, it's a damn good deal."

In some ways, their mercenary attitudes helped. It meant that he knew that they really wanted this, that they were willing to stay even if it got awkward or difficult. At the same time, it was hard for him to keep his face steady when he was getting his balls sucked out through his cock from the sheer intensity of this blowjob.

Panting for breath as his cock popped in and out of Vincent's throat, he could feel his mind shifting slightly. He didn't have the brainpower to keep trying to pretend that the lizard at his feet was a female, or that he didn't care about a hole being a hole. He started to realize just how much he approved of the other male's body, and how much that, in and of itself, appealed to him.

He's...hot...big...strong...

And there was something about that muscle, about the way that Vincent carried himself, how even now, as the big lizard was on his hands and knees, that he was in charge despite everything. There was something confident in that which did attract him. It was that feeling of being a man that knew where he was going, what he wanted, and that strength and will made him want to be around Vincent that much more.

It made him feel hot and sexy to have a man desiring him like that. It was like he was big and strong like Vincent, that he was powerful, too. It was this feeling of respect, this feeling of being so much more than he had started, that made it feel hotter than it otherwise would be.

I'm enough of a man...to have a man...

And saying that made his cock harder. He groaned as he felt his balls pulling up, the first orgasm already right around the corner, and Clover smiled, almost as if sensing it. The gecko leaned in, stroking his shoulder, whispering to him.

"Cum soon, Master. Cum and show Vincent just how much you appreciate his skills. Let us see just how much you have for all of us, so we can all enjoy you..."

"All...all of you?" he managed to huff through clenched teeth.

"All of us. We all want you."

He didn't know if he believed that, not in the case of Olfel, but that fantasy from before popped in again. His cock, taking that lizard, making him groan, making him shiver in need and desire. That feeling of turning Olfel into a cock addict, that fantasy of it -

"MMMPH!"

And it was enough to take him over the edge, to leave him cumming down Vincent's throat. That hot, slippery passage clenched tight around him, pulling his cock down that passage and leaving him spasming, twitching, spurting down that hole. He groaned out loud, unable to help himself as he leaned his head back, huffing and puffing as his balls felt drained.

The slow swallowing around his cock to encourage more did just that, leaving him shivering as he finally reached his peak and started to dribble rather than shoot. His balls sagged down against his throne, and he managed to relax a little. His fingers uncurled from his throne, leaving little holes behind in the stone.

Finally, Vincent pulled back. A little string of spit connected mouth to shaft, and his cock twitched again, coming back to life. The muscular lizard wiped his mouth, shaking his head.

"It seems that you cannot be satisfied with just one, Master."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. This is why you have more than one of us."

"You...aren't disappointed?" he asked.

"Why would we be? You made us how you wanted us to be. That means that we get to give you exactly what you need. Considering that we're supposed to earn our place, I'd say that we better hope that you aren't disappointed."

He hadn't thought about it like that, and he realized that he wasn't going to get the chance to think about it for long. Vincent had already stepped back and gestured Olfel forward, and the spiked lizard sighed as he walked up.

"Let's get this straight, okay? This is just part of the deal."

"You being, um, up for this, you mean?" Audron asked.

"That, and...doing it."

"You mean you don't want to?"

"I mean that the bond is giving me reason to want to."

"But you...you still want to?"

"Do you need me to say that?"

"It'd help."

"Fine. I want to. And I expect good compensation."

He couldn't help but chuckle at the line that made the former dwarf almost sound like a prostitute. However, before he could make a response, the spiked lizard had climbed into his lap, securing himself with a firm shove. Audron leaned back in his throne, the other lizard's hands on his chest, and a fat ass pressed against his cock. Not as fat as Kyo'Thar's, but fat enough, and thick to boot.

"Alright, let's see if I can fit this thing in..."

It was almost comical to have the spiked lizard pushing back against his cock. It wasn't completely, considering that Olfel still looked sexy, but there was something rather funny about the complaining leading to this. He kept his mouth shut and watched, only working to stifle his moans from time to time as he felt that hot hole rubbing against his cock as the spiked lizard lined himself up.

Then, POP!

Olfel stiffened up, his eyes going back in his skull, and he held as still as he could. He shivered from head to toe, his fingers curling against the dragon's pecs, and he didn't so much as shift an inch.

"Are you -"

"Shut up," the spiked lizard muttered.

"But -"

"Shut. Up."

He looked down, and he blinked. Olfel's cock had gone from half-hard to dribbling, and that meant that the lizard was probably enjoying this a whole lot more than he wanted to admit after all the bluster that he had gone through. He stared down at that dribbling thing, and then slowly smiled, keeping his mouth shut as he was requested to. He could enjoy it this way, and he planned to.

While Vincent had been something different, something very hard to get used to, this was...different. It felt like he had been blessed with a cock of power rather than just getting used to a guy blowing him. The more that he did this, the better about it he felt. This was his masculinity overwhelming the spiked lizard, slowly turning Olfel into his personal slut.

He liked that thought. He liked that a lot.

Olfel slowly started to rise up, pushing himself off the shaft, only to immediately shove down again. That muscular rump clenched tight as soon as the ring opened around the head, and he kept going down. The scales on his face turned bright red, and he kept moving, his head down as he muttered to himself. Something about why it felt good, why did it feel so good, or something like that.

Audron could relate, but he enjoyed this. He enjoyed this feeling of conquest, this feeling of someone being 'broken' to his cock in just one thrust. It was something that was probably verging on the evil side of things, but to him, in that moment, it didn't matter. It felt too good to matter.

Up, down, up, down, and each time that Olfel went up, he could feel that the spiked lizard was clenching all the harder on him, becoming ever more enamored of his shaft. The dragon groaned, gripping his throne again, feeling that tight hole slowly loosening, shaping itself to his shaft.

Fuck...fuck, why is that hot?

Maybe it was because he was a dragon. Maybe he felt that need to dominate. Maybe it was something else. Maybe he really was just more inclined towards males. It didn't matter. What mattered was that it felt good, and they wanted him to feel good.

So he watched, gently pushing Olfel back a little so he could watch his cock popping into that pucker again and again, so he could watch as those big balls went up and then fell again, rising up and then falling against his belly. They were full and churning, he could see, feeding that dripping cock.

"Mmmph...you look...good like that," he panted.

"Thanks, I...I think."

"You want more?"

"I don't...I'm going to...take more."

The power-bottom of a spiked lizard slammed down hard again, taking the whole shaft up his ass in one go. Up, down, up, down, each bounce making it harder for Audron to hold back, too. He wanted to grab those hips, to pull him down, to make him that much more addicted to his cock, but there was something powerful about being served, something wonderful about having someone that was so adamant that this was just being done for him, suddenly giving in and wanting it so badly.

Up, down, up, down, each and every bounce making it better, making it stronger. He groaned under his breath, closing his eyes to slits as he felt his balls rising up. The soft smack, smack, smack of the other male's balls against his belly was just that much better in comparison, and he wondered how a female could have compared to this before.

There was something in that thought, something good, something that felt right to him there. Why deny himself? He had already given up stuff. He'd already decided that he would take the hard road to get the evil party. Why deny himself, and say that he didn't want them now? Why deny...why deny what was sexy?

I deserve rewards...too...

The platinum dragon groaned as he felt his cock throbbing, swelling. He wondered if his fantasy would go so far as to make Olfel cum when he did. Did he really have to hold back? No, he was the master. He was allowed to take his pleasure as he liked, when he liked, and that meant that he could do what he wanted.

And what he wanted right then was to cum...so he did.

He stopped holding back, and he roared as he came. The spiked lizard had a moment to look cocky before he arched his back in similar pleasure, thrusting his hips forward, back, forward, back, fucking himself on the dragon's spurting cock. His own seed splattered against Audron's chest, smearing against him, giving the dragon a show of his own manhood and power over the spiked lizard.

Cum, splattering everywhere.

Musk, spreading everywhere.

Pleasure, shared everywhere.

By the time that the spiked lizard finally stopped shaking, the whole room was smelling of sweat, of cum, and of sex. Vincent was still hard as a rock, and while Olfel was dripping, he was still throbbing. The lust that they all felt, shared and spread through the connection that they shared, was getting stronger by the second. They all wanted more. They all needed more.

As Clover leaned in, licking along the dragon's chest, cleaning up the mess that had been left behind, Kyo'Thar chuckled.

"I think I'm going to be next."

"I think you're going to be fucked up," Audron admitted.

"Starting to enjoy it?"

"Starting to think that you're going to be pinned to the floor and rutted right into the ground."

"Is that so?"

"I gave you that fat ass for a reason. You'll need all that extra cushion."

"My, my...you have a high opinion of your thrusting power, Master."

"I'm going to show you what it means to get rutted by a dragon."

"Well...I'm not going to complain."

The raptor smiled, turning in place, slowly swaying his ass as he did. That thick tail raised, and the dragon had a perfect view of that slowly swinging pair of cheeks. It was a hot ass, a thick ass, one that was begging for the chance to get fucked. He growled deep down in his throat, his need growing with each cheek-clapping sway.

Then the raptor reached back and spread them, showing off that pucker that had already started showing some signs of being used. There were a few more wrinkles around the whole itself, more of a shine on the pucker. It looked like a target to the riled-up dragon, and his cock throbbed hard again.

"How much longer can he go?" Olfel muttered.

"Long as he needs to, I guess," Vincent responded.

That was probably accurate. He had never measured his stamina, but he knew that dragons in his family - and perhaps dragons in general - had far higher stamina than the average mortal. One year, he had jerked off nearly twenty times a day for most of that year, and he'd still felt all kinds of randy and needy.

This was different. This was part of his Claim. This was...

This needed...

RUT!

The dragon growled as he leaped from his throne, grabbing Kyo'Thar by the hips and ramming his cock forward. The once-orc took it like a champ, groaning and little more as thick dragon cock plundered his scaly ass. Audron slammed in up to the hilt, balls bouncing off of the raptor's low-hanging pair, and he groaned under his breath as he started thrusting, fucking, rutting the teasing bitch.

It only took a few thrusts to get Kyo'Thar grunting like a proper slut under him, but the dragon was too far gone to realize just how hard he was going. All he knew was that he was loving it, enjoying himself to the nth degree, and he was just this powerful, horny, aggressive male that was taking what he wanted.

Thrust, thrust, thrust went his hips, each time pummeling his way past that pucker and swinging his balls forward to slap the raptor's smaller pair. Smaller, but only barely, considering how much he had grown them all. Balls. Cock. Ass. Those were all better on the men, all the larger, all the more pleasurable to have under him.

In that frenzied, horny state of mind, there was no more shame, and in that fire of lust, that shame was burning up faster and more furiously than ever before. This was no longer the distraction. It was the cure. He was, in that moment, a dragon that was ever so truly himself, surrounded by those that wanted to welcome him into that self.

And when Clover came up behind him, licking his hole to the rhythm of his thrusts, he almost lost his mind to the sheer pleasure. He all but screamed, and humped faster.

Three hours later...

Audron slowly pulled back, looking at the row of asses that had been presented to him. All of his Claimed had taken his cock by the end of the session, and he was only just starting to remember patchy bits of it. They had all asked for it, ranging from a simple demand from Olfel to the begging that Clover offered him, but they had all taken. They ranged from a slight cum-splatter against the spiked lizard's ass to a steady, rolling creampie from the gecko's, and he blushed a bit as he realized just how much he might have overfilled Clover with all the seed that he'd pumped in there.

Still...he'd had fun. And so had they.

They were still out of it, though, and that meant that he was the only one entirely conscious. He had out-fucked all of them. Vincent might be able to outfight him, but he was the one with the stamina to outlast all of them in a full rut like that. He felt good about that. It made him feel like a real Master to them.

Flicking his fingers and summoning the kobolds, he had his Claimed taken away, carried off towards the bedrooms in the dungeon again. They were going to need to rest this off, and then...

Then he would have to thank them.

I'm not sure what I am, but I'm better than I was. And I'm better than I used to be, by miles.

He shook his head. There were going to be family members that would not like this, but at the very least, he'd have one uncle, and he'd have his Claimed with him. That would be enough. At least, it'd be enough for now. Maybe the others would come around, and maybe he'd find more people that would support him, but it would be enough for right now.

He flicked his hand for his robe, pulling it on before kneeling down. It was time to let his uncle know what had happened.

The message spell went out, and this time, it connected without any naughtiness on screen. Kind of surprising, considering what he'd called into the last time. Maybe his uncle had been spying on him and kept himself aware of when a call might happen? He didn't know how he felt about that.

Regardless, Raithir was waiting, the older dragon smiling at him from a weathered stone. His uncle set aside a book.

"Well, nephew, you look satisfied."

"I, uh, kind of am."

"I'm going to guess that you found your Claimed then."

"...Heh...I guess I did."

"Did it work out as well as you hoped?"

"Well, mostly. One of them tried to kill all the others."

"I'm going to guess the fighter?"

"Yeah...she was breaking pretty hard towards the end," he said, rubbing the back of his head. "I didn't realize how bad things were for her."

"Some of the quick-lived have issues with their lives. It's important to pay attention to that, just as it's important to pay attention to yourself."

"Tell me about it."

"Oh? It sounds like you found out something."

"Mmmph. Do I have to say it?"

"Oh, nephew, I think you do. Come on, come on, let me hear it. Let me know what you found out."

"...I'm...not a tail-raiser, but...I do prefer males."

"Excellent! Oh, nephew, we are going to have to celebrate this."

"What do you mean -"

"Give me time to make some arrangements, but there is no nephew of mine that discovers something like this that'll ever go without a celebration. I'll make sure everything's taken care of, you just meet me north of the central city in...two weeks. I'll have gifts, quick-lived sluts, everything we need to really enjoy ourselves."

Of all the things that he had expected from his uncle, he hadn't expected something that was so...welcoming, for lack of a better word. It was like there wasn't any sort of worry, any sort of 'are you sure', no questioning about it whatsoever. There was just utter happiness that he had figured himself out, and that he was giving himself what he wanted.

...Why would anyone dislike him for this?

He didn't know, but he was happy. Happier than he had been in a long time, actually. He smiled, rubbing his eyes as he shook his head.

"You don't have to do that, uncle, but thanks."

"Nephew, don't you go telling your uncle what he does and doesn't have to do. You just did something amazing, and I'm celebrating. End of story."

"Heh, alright, uncle, if you insist."

"I do, I do. Now. Tell me, what kind of fun did you have?"

"DO I really have to talk about it?"

"No, but I love to gossip."

"Heh, maybe later. For now...for now, I just...I wanted to thank you for the advice. And everything."

"Always, nephew. Always."

The End

Summary: Audron is confronted by his Claimed, and is made to enjoy something that he never expected to love so much.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Sexuality Play, Realization, Fantasy, Series, Oral, Blowjob, Rimming, Anal, Addiction, Master/Servant, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Big Ass, Serving Master,