In freedom, I willingly serve

They had been flying for the better part of the day at an incredible pace, but Thyna could feel the strain on her wings from the load she was carrying. She felt guilty. She was setting the pace for their runaway, although she felt like she was not putting in the strength and speed she normally had. She just could not give up anymore. Her wings were sore, and her body was tired. At least, it was for a good cause, and so she soldiered on. Down below, other dragons and riders were trying to keep up with their pace. They had been flying for the better part of a day. Dressed in heavy combat armour, most dragons were not used to fly for these long lengths.

From time to time, an adventurous group of riders tried to gain altitude to get on their level, but whenever they got closer, their riders ushered their dragons to drop to the ground again. In the distance, she could see the mountains of their salvation. Mountains high enough that even dragons had a hard time to fly across. She knew the stories all too well; how the treacherous winds of the mountain would change and smash dragons into its cliffs. They did not guard that much; no rider would have ever dared to fly across that place.

She could feel Matthew waking up in her mind. After seeing how high the riders dared to go, they lowered a bit for him, and he was getting acclimatised to the high altitude. He also looked at the mountain with a feeling of salvation, although he was way more nervous about the whole deal than Thyna. He knew the mountains' peaks and feared that they could not cross those without him suffocating. Trough, if they were to survive, that was the way to go.

“Love?" she asked softly, with Matthew coming to. “Are you alright?"

He shook his head a bit to get rid of the blurry fission in his brain, watching across the icy sky. The sun was nearly setting on the other side of the sky. The last time he remembered seeing it from his own eyes was at night. He must have slept long, and now he was thrown into the fire as the dragons got tired. The four dragons were following him. He could see despair, determination and, above all, tiredness on their faces.

“Love?" Thyna asked again. Matthew reached down with his cold gloved hand and rubbed the scales of her neck a bit.

“I am alright." He spoke slowly. Perhaps a bit of a lie; in fairness, he was terrified about so many things and. He felt so helpless. He could not do a thing about their current situation: he could not take on a dragon, especially not in his current state, and he could not lift all five dragons over the mountain even if he had the magical strength to make a miracle. He was just strapped down for the flight and hoped everything would be alright. That did not stop him from at least trying, though. He gave the ropes some slag to start and move a bit, get some movement in his legs again. Slowly walking to his weapon chest to take out the crossbow and load it.

“Love if we can't make it to the mountain..." Thyna said softly.

“I believe in you; we can make it." Matthew said, an oblivious to the real message she wanted to convey. In his lowered state of mind, he did not notice Thyna's own fears running through her body.

“No, I mean, if I can't make the mountain…I don't want to see you get executed."

Matthew perked up an eyebrow and turned to look at his dragon and his mate. What was she going at? “We can always fly around, right?"

Thyna became more hesitant with each word she spoke. “Perhaps we can. But if we can't, I don't want to die on the ground without you."

Matthew wanted to speak again, but suddenly the weight of the realisation struck him like the weight of a full-sized dragon on his chest. If the thin air was not enough, he felt gasping for air by his chest, constricting his breathing.

On the ground, it was no issue, but at this altitude, it choked him. He could see his vision tunnel and blur. Struggling to catch his breath back, he looked at the crossbow. It was powerful enough to pierce a dragon's skull. Then he looked at Thyna, his gaze now at Gyrt.

“Gyrt."

Surprise caught the brown dragon by the little human's voice. “Matthew! You are awake again!"

“Gyrt." He said again, “Listen, if we can't make it. Promise me you will lead the others over the mountain."

He could see Gyrt's sudden and drastic change of expression, puzzled at what the human was asking of him.

“I will not leave my wing mate behind and be captured." He said with the stubbornness that could only come from a twenty-ton flying scaled beast that was a dragon.

“Gyrt. We will not be captured."

Now it was Gyrt's turn to struggle with the same conceptual meaning Matthew had struggled with when speaking to Thyna.

“Of course not. I will help you."

Matthew took a deep breath, hoping to just get more of the thin air in his system and get rid of part of his nagging headace he started to develop when he moved. “I mean. We will not be captured. Not if we have a choice in the matter."

Gyrt's only response to understanding the situation was. “Oh…"

He only flew closer to Thyna. “I will not let you both go. I will carry you over the mountain if I have to."

Gyrt's determination left a warm feeling in Matthew's body. He could not help but to smile at the dragon's words while the gravity of the situation took a small backseat. He continued to load the crossbow. He set out two arrows aside and strapped them in the saddle. Two reserved arrows if he needed them as a last option. He walked towards Thyna's rear to look over the saddle at the dragons below. They were not a bit behind. They kept up and on their tails. Something must have got them to realise their plan since they were gaining altitude. Matthew estimated the distances involved and aimed his crossbow.

“Human?" Eny's voice was heavy in his head. It moved through him like it was going through Honey. “What are you planning?"

Matthew did not let go and gripped the metal trigger to release the bolt from his crossbow and watched it fly through the sky. The bolt reflecting the sun on the way down.

They could see the dragons below swerve to avoid the projectile. He was still off by a long shot, although it gave him an idea. Remembering how Thyna always complained whenever they had to do training to avoid arrows, it stressed her wings out. He drew the crossbow again with the help of a pulley on the butt-end of the crossbow. It was slower using bow and arrow, but on the back of a dragon, shooting down was way more convenient. He unleashed another arrow and repeated his action.

His point was not to hit the dragons below, but his paced shots kept them on their toes and constantly manoeuvring to keep his aim off. The result was visible in mere minutes: the dragons fell backwards slowly. Soon, they were out of range and tried to speed up to be hot on their tail again. When they came closer enough, Matthew unleased more bolts on them.

“Okay, that is a clever idea, and I could kiss you right now, human." Eny said, when she saw the results of his actions. The dragons below started to look visibly tired from the distance. The speeding up and slowing down did its number, as they were no longer able to keep a steady pace.

“I don't think your mate would approve of that." Matthew joked, watching the dragons fall back a bit further. They were not out or range, but at least they had more distance between them, and the dragons got a bit tired out. He counted that as a victory, but an expensive one. He went through a forth of his bolts. He secured the crossbow again in its holder on Thyna's saddle; his mind racing to see yet again how he could help the dragons.

As the hours passed and the sun was setting, Thyna felt tired beyond her core. She had to draw every single wingbeat out of her, but they were close. She could taste freedom, just a single mountain away. The wind was picking up and they were confronted with a strong sidewind blowing them off track. But they were so close. There was a valley ahead that was low enough so the dragons could fly through. It was just a matter of making it across the peaks and valleys into freedom, on the other side. The end of their flight sent new energy through her body, but her body was unable to respond to it; her wingbeats just slowed down to the point she was struggling to make much of real progress. She could tell she was not the only one: all dragons were feeling the same. They were struggling to get closer to the mountains in the harsh winds and gusts that blew across the tops. They were thrown side to side while crossing the first top. She could feel Matthew on her back holding on for dear life while they made slow progress through the icy hell that where the mountains. They were so high up and not even high enough to fly over many of the mountain's peaks.

Although the wind caught her off by surprise when she cleared a top, a heavy downdraft caught her wings and pushed her down. It caught both her and Matthew by surprise: the fellow dragons had more time to prepare for the downdraft, but they were still caught off-guard by its strength. Thyna roared in agony, watching them fall deep into the valley where the winds were strong and pulling them each direction at the same time. Her wings struggled trying to climb up and against the downdraft, but she was just too heavy and too tired. The others managed to just get a bit ahead.

“No!" she hissed, feeling how she was losing the battle. They could turn back but there was no way she could make it, not like this. She laboured with all her might to make it across the peak of the mountain into freedom, but the top was only getting away further and further. It was then that she heard and felt Matthew mowing around and soon a weight was lifted. It was not a lot, just enough to pass it through, with her feet dragging the snow. Once on the other sidem she let out a sigh and spread her wings to glide down. She could see the luscious green forest now they were over the mountains. They were free, but Thyna was too weak to let out a roar.

Matthew was pulled from his saddle, feeling how only the rope kept him down on it. He did not expect such a strong downdraft himself, but that was it. He watched how Thyna struggled against the wind and could not gain any altitude. He was to blame himself; while preparing for their flight, he brought a whole suitcase full of weaponry. With a heavy heart he moved to the case, taking out some of his more priced swords and weapons before cutting it lose. He watched the heavy case fall back down to earth and impact on the snow with an icy explosion. It was all Thyna needed to gain altitude and clear the mountain. He fell back in the saddle, panting for air. They made it. He could not believe it himself, but they made it. In that moment, they were gliding down and Thyna was nearly falling asleep in the sky. Matthew clawed his way over to her neck and petted her to show his appreciation. Soon Gyrt and Orvay joined them on their right and Eny and Orra on their left, gliding in a straight line down to the forest. All of them tired, all of them no longer able to fly. With even adrenaline out of their system now, there was nothing to keep them going, and all they could do was not to crash.

Thyna found a large spot, big enough for five dragons to land near a lake of water. She let herself lower to glide over the water, while slowing down enough. In this way, they would not be hurt when they reached land. She pulled her legs up to perform a water landing with her smooth scaled belly. Tired, she stopped just a few meters away from the shore. Her legs extended and she stumbled on the shore in the open space. Matthew had to jump from her back, not to be thrown from the saddle. He had stored his great pile of warm clothes back in the chest and wore his normal rider outfit again.

Not mere seconds after he rolled across the ground, he watched Thyna buckle and collapse on her side. Her breath slow and heavy, she was nearly out cold. The only action she did was to move her head and tail, to curl around herself and look at her Rider.

“I sleep." She said finally. Matthew walked to her and petted her head.

“You did amazing, love." He hummed as he watched other dragons landing. Each of them collapsed on the spot. Eny and Orra landed near each other to get snuggled up while sleeping. Orvay and Gyrt did the same, but left more space between them. Matthew just looked over the dragons and took a bow and arrows to both defend himself and try to hunt for food. There were not a lot of creatures that would attack five dragons no matter how sleepy they were, so he felt safe to leave them sleeping there and hunt for food. The dragons deserved something to eat, at least.

Frustrated, the dragons growled when they could not reach the height needed to follow their prey across the mountains, while their riders blacking out every time, they gained altitude, sending them down again.

“No beast." The riders shouted in unison. Remembering the one lesson all too well: a_llowing your beast to go too high, you will pass out. Your beast will only fly higher to kill you for their freedom. Remember this: mistrust your beast. They are demons doing God's work. They will rebel when they can._

Now that very idea was preventing them from reaching glory. The dragons grew restless and squabbled among each other; some tried to defy their riders by trying to fly high enough to reach the mountain tops, but even they were eventually pushed down when their rider nearly passed out from the cold, freezing air. The only way was to fly around the mountain and hope the other kingdom did not find them in their territory.

Thyna woke up with the scent of cooking meat in the air. Her stomach rumbled and her eyes slowly opened to watch Matthew cooking two rabbits on an open fire. Her stomach rumbled, making him look at her.

“Morning sleepyhead," he whispered. The sun was rising again. Had she really slept the whole night away?

“I have got something for you, too." He pointed at five dead rabbits laying near her head. He had hunted enough to give each dragon five rabbits as a meal. It was not enough to fully feed a hungry dragon, but it was enough to give her a boost to maybe hunt for herself. Eagerly, she devoured the rabbits with skin and bone alike, not caring about skinning it like Matthew had done with his two rabbits.

“Thank you, love," she hummed deeply, watching the other dragons coming by and finding their meals. Only when they devoured the meal, they realised who caught the offered preys. Slowly, their eyes fell on Matthew, who just gave a big, toothy grin back at them.

“You are welcome. I am just happy to help. So, I stayed up so long as possible to keep a guard of you." He tasted the rabbits and, once those were cooked, he put them on a large flat stone. With the help of his hunting knife, he expertly separated the meat from the bones and started eating.

“We should be going soon, though. I wish not to stay for long here in case they fly around the mountains. We have to find a suitable spot to build our home."

“If the other three dragons wish to stay with our pack or to set off on a trail of their own." Gyrt commented, content about the meal, but still hungry. He particularly eyed Orvay who got just a bit closer to him during her sleep. She had laid the tip of her snout on his shoulder, purring softly.

“Well, I will join this pack!" She said cheerfully. She regained a bit of her normal cheer that she lost during the flight. “Afterall, you kept your promise, Matthew. I did not know how, but you kept it."

Matthew studies Gyrt's face when he heard the news, as delight has spread across his face. He softly turned to nuzzle the light brown dragoness.

“You are an odd little human." Eny chimed in, looking at Matthew with a snort. “I've never heard about a human being together with a pack of dragons. I wonder what role you see yourself in our little pack."

Orra perked up her head. “Our pack? Who you say with our pack?"

“Well, us two of course." Eny hummed “We can be alone together…if you want that. Of course, we can accept the others in our pack."

But Orra looked at Thyna and Matthew. “That's a bit unfair for the two of them." She pointed with their snout at the rider and dragon. “Afterall, they set us free, they did not have to, but they still did. Shall not we all decide together who will be the matriarch?"

Matthew looked at the dragons, caught off-guard by the mention of a matriarch, having not much information about wild dragon packs. He stayed on the background letting the dragons decide for themselves.

“Well, we can put it to a vote. If you want, Eny." Gyrt said. “I don't think you should fight for the role of matriarch, though. Besides in our tribe? What breeding rights would that get? You love Orra, so why do you need breeding rights? Thyna has already a mate so..." He paused looking at Orvay.

“Oh no, not me. I am happy with where I am." Orvay squeaked a bit. “I am not ready for that."

“A vote…" Eny echoed. “But would you leave when I get voted?" She suddenly sounded a bit unsecure. Matthew looked at Thyna for a moment, putting a hand on her muzzle and smiling.

“We will not," Matthew said, suddenly drawing the attention of all dragons. “At least, if you want us in the pack. "

Eny sniffed softly, then straightened up. “Alright. Alright. So let those who want to be matriarch be known." She paused for a moment. "I give myself up for the position."

“and you have my support," Orra hummed softly.

Matthew was sure that Eny would take the position trough he suddenly felt Thyna lift her head. He was a bit shocked to be fair.

“Thyna?" He hummed softly to her. “Do you want another mate?" He felt wounded.

“No," s_he cooed softly, _“but I want eggs sometime, even if we raise them together. Besides, the matriarch is more than breeding rights. I will tell you another time. But first," She took a moment to steel herself. “I bring forth myself as matriarch."

Eny gave a small giggle. “Alright, you and me Thyna. I'll accept you in my pack if I get selected."

“Likewise, Eny." Thyna replied.

“I uhm" Orvay looked between the two-competing dragoness. “I go with Thyna. She freed me, after all."

Matthew looked at Eny's realisation that she might lose this vote, expectingly she looked at Gyrt, who just looked at them both, sighing. “Look. Thyna is my wing-mate. She saved my hide a lot already. I owe her this favour. I select Thyna-"

Matthew was bewildered, looking at Thyna with wide eyes. So, she had won, although an awkward silence fell over the dragons before Eny finally broke it.

“Uhm little human," she started, “you need to cast your vote."

Matthew stopped looking at his dragon to turn his head towards all the other dragons. Each one of them was watching him.

“Why me? I am not a dragon."

“Because," Eny said, “despite my hesitation, you have proven yourself worthy and of a good heart. You are Thyna's mate and helped us. You are just as much as a member of our pack as each of us. So, you get the same treatment."

Matthew felt his chest swelling a bit. Eny was the last one he expected these words from. A slight worry overtook him.

“Is there anything I need to know? For example, what does it mean for me when Thyna becomes matriarch?"

“Matthew… what are you doing?" Thyna sounded worried. “Would you not want me, matriarch?"

Matthew looked apologetically at his love. “Sorry, but I want to know what I get into before I vote. Please don't hold it against me"

“Well, for starters if your mate is the Matriarch, you have a position by her side to help her in the best of your ability…" Gyrt started and switched uneasy “And traditionally it turned out that because since the Matriarch choices who can breed whom, you get preferences on breeding rights. After all, nests with more dragons bring strength. But I doubt that is to any interest of yours. Other than that, it gives you status among the pack. And perhaps future packs as well"

“Of course, he now will vote for his mate,," Eny complained a bit.

“Well, I vote for you for the same reason, to support my mate,," Orra countered. Eny huffed just a small bit.

“Okay, well-" Matthew started, “Do you really have to hear my answer?" He looked at Thyna, who looked more nervous than normal.

“It would do me great." Thyna replied with a draconic smile, trying to hide a small pang of insecurity under her layers of scales.

“Alright. I choice Thyna as my matriarch." As he spoke those words, Eny moved and walked to Thyna. First, she bared her neck and lowered herself. Then, when Thyna reached over to her and nuzzled Eny's neck, she approached and nuzzled along Thyna's flank and rubbed against her.

Matthew took a step back, looking at Gyrt. “What is happening?"

“Scent marking. We have become a pack, so we need to rub our scents off on each other. Your scent is weak, though." Gyrt thought a bit. “Say Thyna, you sometimes smell like human. How do you get his scent?"

Thyna flustered a bit, suddenly remembering an odd bit she forgot. “Oh… you know, mating him. Humans still have some scent, glans near their armpits and reproductive parts." She turned to Matthew with an apologetic smile. “Forgive me, love… I should have told you before, but there was not time." She hissed softly when Orra joined Eny and nuzzled Thyna too, slogging their snouts to Thyna's tail. “But scent marking is a bit… intimate." She swatted the two of them away. “Give me a moment first, ladies." They retreated a bit of a distance away.

Thyna approached Matthew and lowered her head. “You are going to have to perform sexual acts up all dragons here. Regardless of who is matriarch. You may mate if you wish, but you don't have to. I know it's a lot to ask. I know humans are monogamous, but dragons are more… sharing. Well, a pack might just be one mate ship shared with all dragons."

Matthew blushed, looking at the dragons. “And I suppose because I am your mate…" Thyna nodded as an answer. “Cripes." He rubbed his hair. “And we have to do this now?" Thyna nodded again.

“But please, don't feel forced. I don't want you to feel you have to do anything. We can mate, they just need your intimate scent. If you don't want, this will not be a dragon orgy."

Matthew suddenly laughed. “Let me guess, you don't mind a dragon orgy?"

“I don't mind…but well you are my love, my mate, my rider and the closest of everyone here. I tressure you as a soulmate because you are one. I do want a brood sometime, but I will not force you. I will never force you."

Matthew walked to Thyna and preformed the same ritual he saw Eny and Orra do, just in his limited human capability. He waited for Thyna to accept his approach, he walked to her and hold her head between his hands, embracing her. “You lovable, devious pile of scales." He cooed softly “you do realise this will end up in me claiming you in front of all these dragons?"

“And I would not have it any other way…"

He did expect that, but he did not expect Gyrt to comment. “We can do the scent trading while you mate. That way we get both scents, and we don't have to draw it out for too long."

Matthew looked at Gyrt with a raised eye “And you don't mind, you know you are…"

“A male? It's not my preference, but I am interested."

Matthew suddenly gave a loud laughter, shaking around Thyna's head. “You dragons are all horny bastards." He then gave a kiss to Thyna's forehead. “Let's get started"

Before he knew he found Thyna's tongue worming its way onto his pants. He tried to quickly get them off before Thyna shredded them. Once off, she got a hold of his hardening member and took it in her hot maw while he was undressing.

Eny and Orra were the first to approach and laid on the sides, heads under Thyna's tail, who let out a long draconic growl when she felt their tongues lick and lap at her slit. Gyrt was the next to approach, his member hardening and showing for everyone to view. He raised his head high, showing respect before joining Orra's side. The last, Orvay, was more hesitant and looked way more submissive. She did the same ritual, but did not immediately work her way to Thyna's slit.

“I am sorry, Matriarch. Might I request a more personal scent marking? I feel not comfortable." She spoke softly.

“Permission granted," Thyna said, while humming across Matthew's hardening member. She coiled her tongue around his member and suckled it, drawing out his pre and hardening while Orvay was watching. The three dragons worked their tongues all along Thyna's slit, making her feel like the most important dragon in the world. That was partially true, as she was the most important dragon in the tribe.

“Matthew, get your arse back here." He could hear Eny saying that. Was she getting lustful with himself? But she received a growl from Thyna.

“He will come when I am done." She sounded possessive. He did not expect this tone from her, when he realised how much he turned her into a needy dragon with his bondage. Yet here she was, dominant and commanding. Matthew softly groaned, pumping his member into her maw.

“And I will not let you go until I tasted your seed, love. Just remember this: you can have any dragoness you want, but I want to be the first to taste your seed in each mating.' The lust and the sudden dominant nature of his dragon did both surprised and aroused him.

“As long you keep being my lovely bondage loving dragoness." Matthew cooed back between his thrusts. Truly, this mental communication was great for these sexual encounters, not talking through obstructed mouths.

She rumbled deeply in an answer, sending vibrations along his member that made him instantly shoot a bit of pre across her tongue. She would not stop until she tasted his seed, even though with three tongues diving into her slit, she was getting wet and needy herself.

A cute gasp surprised Thyna. Looking up, she saw Orvay leaning backwards and pushing the tip of her tail into her slit, flustered and partially hiding behind her wings. How adorable. She took a deep, deep breath of her rider's scent, enjoying how it smelled, how it flooded her heat-stricken system. That was her own heaven. She could smell the arousal of the other dragons too and how Matthew thrust harder, fucking her muzzle and getting near to his orgasm.

It exploded across her tongue in thick ropes. With a deep rumble she drank it all. Matthew gasped on top of her head, taking a moment to regain his energy, knowing this would be a long, long day before they were finished.

“Give me some room." Thyna said, the three dragons withdrew from under her tail. When she was fully free, she turned around to face Matthew with her rear and rolled on her back. “Now rider, claim your matriarch before these dragons, stating your claim as my mate." Her tail traced along his member, making him shiver.

He was happy to get on her tail base and slide his hard member into her slit. Then, he felt a nose under his balls and a tongue fondling them. When he looked back, he saw Orra.

“I might have a lady as mate, but I like both sexes." She said, humming in the scents of the human and Thyna. Those rumbles sent vibrations across his ball-sack. Matthew started to thrust and Eny got into action. She moved above Thyna to light her slit up with Thyna's mouth. Thyna was eager to push her snout in Eny's slit and lap up the juices.

Matthew was now eye to eye with Eny, a dragon who had never really showed that much regard to him. Suddenly she gave him a deep French kiss with her tongue. He could taste the maw of the unknown dragoness at the same time he tasted the juices of Thyna in her maw.

“Human" she huffed in his mind. “I am making an exception because I am damned horny but expect this the first and last time."

Matthew hummed and placed his hands on Eny's muzzle while thrusting faster into Thyna, smearing juices across Orra's mouth in the meanwhile.

“Then, I will enjoy it to the fullest." He hummed, guiding Eny's snout to his groin and face to face with Thyna's juicy slit.

Seeing how Thyna was a bit occupied, Gyrt broke away from the three dragons and single human and moved to Orvay who was closing her eyes and growling in please. He placed a claw on her tail.

“Need help?" He cooed softly, she squealed, but allowed him to get closer. They shared a draconic kiss by locking their yaw.

“Please…" She crooned. Her tail coiled around his tail. "Please claim me as mate." she moaned into his mouth while he plunged his member into her wet and hot depths, claiming her as his.

Matthew gasped when the two tongues pushed and wiggled across his member inside of Thyna. He grasped Eny's head for support, thrusting against her head while mating his dragon, his matriarch, and his love. He pushed onwards, but the pleasure was getting too much, and he exploded into her depths. With their minds partially shared, she joined him in orgasm. Together, they coated both the dragons' tongues with their juices. Eny broke free from Thyna's slit first, kissing Matthew again to give a taste of their juices. The three flavours were a strange combination, but he loved it. Eny rolled from Thyna and turned around to lie the same way Thyna was laying.

“Time for you to sample me, little human." She crooned.

Matthew slowly pulled out and made himself over to Eny, pushing his arms against her slit and diving his face into her juice-covered passage to work her with his tongue. Orra got behind Matthew again and pushed his member again, lapping up some juices.

Eny growled in pleasure from the treatment she received, although Orra blocked him from wanting to put his member into the dragoness. “Sorry, little human," Orra said in his mind, “but Eny will not enjoy your member… I will make up for that."

Matthew groaned in pleasure while he pushed his fist into Eny to pleasure her, getting a good coat of her juices and scent in the meantime. All under the watchful eye of his mate, who was slowly pushing her own tail in her slit while watching Matthew pleasuring the dragonesses.

Matthew's tongue and fist brought Eny to a rather fast orgasm. Thyna coated Matthew with her juices and her scent that washed over him. It mixed in with Thyna's scent to mark him as part of the pack. He had to carefully pull himself from Eny so that Orra under him did not injure his cock that was in Orra's mouth. He shifted softly, receiving a lick across his rear when Orra pulled away. It caught him a bit off guard, but then he turned around to find Gyrt going balls deep in Orvay.

“Well, someone took advantage of the situation," he mused to himself. Taking a moment to get a breather, Orra was already ready and laying on her back next to Eny and locked into a deep kiss with her mate.

“Come on, human boy, show me what you got." The black dragon teased, showing her slit to Matthew. He gave a single look to Thyna, who just edged him onwards a bit, before moving herself, teasing her mate with tracing her tongue along Matthew's back.

“Well, you have a dragoness all ready for you…" Thyna hummed, watching now Orra was dripping her own juices from her slit.

Matthew in the meantime swallowed a bit, the rich scent hit him and suddenly he could smell a similar scent as Thyna had.

“Orra…are you in heat?" He asked, lining up his cock with her vagina, to push it into the warm walls and spread them apart.

_ “Yes, now stop wasting time and mark me with your scent."_ Orra huffed in need.

Matthew did as he was told and pushed his member inside Orra with ease. Being a smaller dragoness then Thyna, she was quite a bit tighter than his mate. That added pleasure while Matthew pushed inside of her, placing his hands on either side of her lower belly to keep him steady while his balls were slapping against her scally tail.

“Let me help." Thyna said in a devious tone. Before she teased her tail up and into Matthew's rear, letting him gasp out loud in pleasure when the well lubricated tail pushed inside of his backend. He tried not to come in that instance, his member twitched and shot some pre inside Orra, who was grunting on the sloppy draconic kiss with Eny. God, dragons were horny… Matthew took a moment to realise where he precisely was in this whole situation.

Thrusting steady into the slit of a dragoness, who was kissing her mate, while being tail fucked by his own mate who was a dragoness… Je was just about as a horn beast as the dragons. And he enjoyed every single minute of it.

He sped up, pushing and pulling himself in and out of Orra's slit while also impaling himself on Thyna's tail. With both sensations flooding his mind at the same time, he could no longer hold himself and with a groan, Matthew filled the black dragoness with his seed. In return, she mewed more like a cat than a dragon. Her orgasm was a whole lot more civilized than Thyna and Eny's, with only coating his groin in juices.

He pulled out to watch his white seed drooling from the dragoness' netherlips. It was a lovely sight to behold, so lovely that Thyna lowered herself to the slit and gave it a deep lick, tasting both Orra's and Matthew's juices together.

“Delicious" She let out a low rumble.

Not long later, they could hear Gyrt roar out and unload his seed into Orvay, who was breathless and reached her second orgasm around the dragon's member. Gyrt rolled to the side, leaving a mess of Orvay's rear. Matthew was wide eyes at the load a dragon could deposit inside of a dragoness, but now he remembered he had to take in the scent of Orvay and Gyrt too. While he did not mind Orvay, even if she was shy, he felt just a slight bit uncomfortable about Gyrt. Then, Matthew remembered Thyna had to take in Gyrt's scent.

He looked at his mate with a bit of dread. It was only fair that if he mated with another dragoness, she could take another dragon. It did not quite feel right, and he felt silly that he just remembered that, not when he already unloaded his load into one dragoness, and brought a second dragoness to an orgasm, so both their juices were on his skin.

Thyna leaned down to give him a kiss. “Only you may penetrate me today," she assured him, “although I will enjoy taking Gyrt's member inside of my maw. But for you, I think the load Gyrt left inside Orvay is enough to take in both of their scents. So, enjoy yourself." She hummed through the link.

Matthew let the kiss linger for just a bit longer before breaking it.

“Thyna," he said with a gasp of air, “next time warn me before you unleash a draconic orgy on me…"

He walked after receiving a small lick across his chest. With Orvay, he was a bit more cautious about approaching her. She looked over at him and wanted to hide again. He saw her want to get behind her head again, but at the last moment, decided not to do that. At first, he walked to her head and sat next to her, to let her get a bit more comfortable.

“Gyrt did quite a number on you." He spoke to her. “Did he take you as his mate?"

The talk caught Orvay off-guard. She expected the human to go straight at her like he did with the other two dragoness. To talk to him first it was pleasant. “He did." She turned her head aside to see her now mate, burred with his muzzle inside Thyna and Thyna's muzzle around his cock.

Just when she wanted to feel jealous, she remembered that the human next to her, coated in the juices of three other dragonesses, was the mate of the dragon that was now pleasuring her new mate. She felt light-headed to think about it.

“You are not the only one a bit out of place with this sudden orgy." Matthew gave a soft smile at Orvay to get her more at ease. “Just tell me when you are ready, we have time."

Orvay looked at the human and sniffed the air, she edged her head closer to get a better look at the human's appendage, coated in juices but still hard for some reason. “Mind if we kiss first?" She said softly.

She was rewarded by Matthew taking her head in both his hands and placing a soft kiss on her lips. The kiss soon turned into a deep fresh kiss, leaving the dragoness panting for more. Still in the afterglow of her second orgasm, she was easily aroused for more and that little kiss was all she needed.

“I am ready…And rather curious." She said, watching Matthew walking to her rear and climbing on her tail to put his head at her pussy. Tasting both her and Gyrt's juices that leaked outside of it.

Matthew had to admit that at first, he was revolted at the idea of tasting the load of a male dragon, but rather than his own salty, tangy seed. It was sweeter, and not unpleasant. Slowly he gave it another lick and teased Orvay more with his tongue.

He could feel her squirm under his licks and give growling moans whenever his tongue touched the lips of her slit. While his member ached for more attention, he did not dare to push it into the dragoness without the permission of her. With Gyrt just going at her, she was rather loose, though. He doubted both of them would feel it.

“Just put it in" She paused for a moment to let another growling moan from her lips. “My rear, like you did with Thyna."

Matthew went wide eyed for a moment. Well, with all the juices they both were coated with, it was no problem. He never expected that request, though. Had the dragons been talking while he was asleep? Or had they been planning this for longer than he knew? Slowly he moved to push the tip of his member into Orvay's tailhole. She was way tighter than Thyna and he had to work with soft pushes to pry her open, bit by bit. With each push against her tight pucker, she gasped and moaned out. After he managed to push his tip inside the rest of his member slid inside without issue. Allowing him to slowly thrust in and out of her rear. She did not need much to be brought to a third orgasm. That caused him to not only be coated with some of her juices but also getting a healthy dose of Gyrt's seed on his chest. But he was not finished himself. He lowered his chest and laid against her slit while thrusting into her. He took her clit into his mouth and suckled it softly while using her tailhole for his pleasure.

Orvay gasped in almost painful pleasure. Still sensitive from Gyrt's claiming and now with her third orgasm, every single touch was painful in her brain. However, she could not have enough. Almost begging for more and she received it. Matthew drove on and on, driving her into a fourth orgasm, this time induced by Matthew's warm seed entering her rear. Oh, this was heaven.

Matthew was laying against Thyna's side, they all had now shared each other scents in a ritual that left Matthew rather tired. He did want to bathe in the lake to wash the juices from him, but Thyna said to give it some time to soak into him and mark the scent of his pack. Most dragons were doing their catnap, curled up with their mates. Matthew could not help but to smile over the pack, the pack that he and Thyna now leaded. This was going to be a glorious future and once he took a bath, he wanted to fly again, finding a place to call home.