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"Good job guys! It's looking gweht! I'd say maybe a week and it'll be awl done!"

A yellow kobold smiled proudly at their group of companions. The short lizards all yipped in cheer, wiggling in excitement at the thought of pleasing their master. The yellow one had been in charge of the project, serving as both the foreman, and the Kobold representative to their master.

"I'll inform Master Pollard of the good nyews! He'll be excited to go promote it!"

"Excited to promote what, my dear Gwehnard?" A short drake padded up behind the lizard. He was very short by dragon standards, maybe just taller than a Dwarf. The purple scales of his top half contrasted the white underside. He was lithe, and his eyes were blue like the sea.

"Ah, Master Pollard! The spa is awlmost done! Give us a week to get the finishing touches done, and it'll be perfect!" The kobold jumped around, making exaggerated hand movements with each word. Behind him, the others were copying the motions, drawing a chuckle out of the small dragon.

"This is good news indeed. I'll need to get my marketing materials and my costume together. I hope my voice acting lessons paid off." Pollard looked down as small lizards all sat in front of him. "Ah, I know what this is. Fair enough, follow me to my home; I have shinies and rocks all ready as payment."

The kobolds all went wide-eyed.

"Yay! Shinyies and wocks!"

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"Up next, we have Abraxis, trader of exotic goods!"

A large gold and blue drake stepped forward, bowing to the five Guardians watching him. Three of them; the blabbermouth Volteer, the self-centered Cyril, and the always serious Terrador, weren't really paying attention, having learned to tune things out long ago. The other two however, younger and more curious, were happy to hear his words.

"My friends, my shop has been greatly successful in the two years since you approved of it being built. Today, I come to you asking for approval to build another shop." The large drake boomed proudly, smiling at the knowledge that the two young Guardians were a big part of his success. "Dragons, Moles, even Gryphons flock to my shop, and it isn't uncommon to have lines stretching to the other end of the shopping district. If I could open up another shop, it would prove heavily successful, and there would be less risk of impatient customers walking away."

"Hmm, I see." The green mouth of Terrador opened up. "Cyril, Volteer, and myself don't really spend any time in the district, so we can't really say what is and isn't popular. I think it's best if we hand this off to our more in-touch companions. Master Rift, what would you say of this request?"

"He's pretty spot on Terr." Blue eyes met the other Guardian. His orange scales and silver chest were almost blinding in the light. "Kar- I mean Master Kara and I are regulars, and can say he gets a ton of traffic. I think he's been overdue for a second shop for at least a year."

"Thank you Master Rift." Abraxas bowed, though gave him a knowing wink. I'll be sure to thank you with a nice plowing later.

"And lastly, we have an outsider, he goes by the name of Pollard!"

All the Guardians gasped in shock as the small dragon entered, pawing shyly at the ground.

"No need to be alarmed. Yes, my scales are purple, but I do not possess the responsibility or power of the dragon of legend. I am but a simple fire dragon who happened to be born purple."

Rift couldn't believe his eyes. This dragon was smaller than him, wearing a Top Hat and a bowtie around his neck. He was adorable, like a puppy wanting belly rubs. He shook himself, motioning the drake to continue.

"Warfang is a busy city, one of stress and panic. It just so happens that I'm opening a lava spa, just a few hour's flight from here. It wouldn't be just for fire dragon's either. My kobold friends were able to add in a water spa as well. All I need now is customers, and thought this city would be the perfect market. With your permission, I'd like to set up a stand for my kobolds, so I can market my spa."

"A dragon spa? That's actually something I'm surprised hasn't taken off yet." Rift pondered aloud. His eyes drifted, locking with the brown eyes of his quiet mate. "It's your call Kara."

The pure white wind dragoness looked down to the male, seeing the same hopeful eyes Rift had during their youth. She wanted this dragon to achieve his goals, without the same devastated childhood her mate had.

"Warfang is accepting of anyone, and this one has aspirations when most would rather waste their lives doing nothing." She smiled at the little drake. "You have my full blessing Mr. Pollard."

With a quick bow, he scampered off, likely hoping to get a start on his new stand. Kara walked over to Rift and nuzzled her head with his. The other Guardians just stared in surprise.

The Wind Guardian had only been back a week since the birth and hatching of her and Rift's dragonet. She'd been silent the whole time, likely stressing over leaving the hatchling with Sithris, their third mate. That was at least, until today. She gave the older males a glance, and they quietly nodded, leaving the temple.

"He reminded me so much of you before Dragon's Claw fell. He looked so hopeful and innocent, and was willing to throw his all into it." Kara kissed Rift gently. "He doesn't have the same past we had, so he's got a good chance to succeed."

"Yeah..." Rift's mind looked back on one of the darkest times of his life, knowing that without Kara, he wouldn't have made it into adulthood. "No dragon should ever have to grow up like that, but we ran with what we were given, and will do our best so that no one else experiences the same thing."

"Poor Sithy, probably running around like a madman while Neala demands more meat." Kara chuckled, still getting used to being apart from her baby. "Could you do me a favor and head home ahead of me? I want to talk to the new guy."

"If that's what you want hon." Rift wrapped his wings around her in a hug. "You just be safe for me, Sithy, and Neala. I love you."

"I will, and I love you too."

With a final kiss, the Fire Guardian took flight for home, while Kara made her way to the marketplace.

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"Just a little dab of red right there, and done!" The small purple dragon wiggled in pride, smiling in satisfaction. "This should suffice for now for a stand. Now to think of which kobold would be a good fit..."

"Hey kid, nice stand you got here." A large drake stood before him, dark green with an axe head attached to his tail. "Maybe you should look into getting some protection on it, wouldn't want your hard work getting damaged, or anyone getting hurt."

"I've got it covered sir. I may be small, but I can hold my own." Pollard smiled politely, internally worried about the drake's intentions. "You look like you've been working hard, I'm sure you would enjoy a stay at the Dragon's Den Spa. I've got good deals on stays over one night!"

"Heh, cute. And I was telling you, punk." The large drake growled and towered above him, several more dragons joining him. "You are going to pay us for protection, and you won't be descaled."

"Four of you trying to intimidate little ol' me? I'm touched." The purple drake sighed, thinking back to the last city he tried to advertise to. "Look, you don't want to fight me. I may look small and frail, but you guys aren't the only ones that have tried to bully me. Back away now, and I won't have to retaliate."

"Retaliate? Please. You think we haven't had our share of whelps?" The dark green drake pulled out a collar, a glowing purple crystal embedded in the middle. "You're nothing when drained of your elemental energy."

Crap Baskets, that makes it a little more tricky. If I had a blade on my tail, I could simply cut it off. Curse my tail-genes!

"Well..."

Pollard was cut off as a heavy object smashed into the back of his head, dropping forward and into the corrupted collar. He barely managed to stay conscious, noting the clubbed tail of a fifth drake. The collar activated, and he felt his magical begin to drain.

The five dragons wasted no time in striking at the weakened male, stomping, bashing, and clawing at him with motivated aggression. The green grake grabbed Pollard by the tail, spinning him around and slamming him through the stall, destroying it.

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"He shouldn't be too far now." Kara thought aloud. "He really was a cutie, I just hope he's..."

"Guardian Kara, help!" A mole rushed up to her, dread plastered on the small creature's face. "The Ban-Tar Mob is attacking!"

The dragoness sighed. So much for them learning their lesson after the last time. She patted the mole's head and dashed in the direction it had come from.

She felt dizzy at the sight.

The group of drakes were replaced by the memory of apes. The little purple dragon being beat down seemed to be turning orange and silver. She looked around, finding the shops now as poorly built guard towers.

Kara would never forget her's and Rift's first ape ambush, how he defended her while being beat down, taking all their abuse to ensure her safety. She was terrified, unable to step in and fight with him. If she were to stay back, this drake may not make it though like Rift did. They're gonna kill him...

"LIKE HELL THEY ARE!"

A loud screech tore through the ears of the males as an angry female dashed In with a furious tail whip, knocking them all back. Kara stood over Pollard, a defensive growl ferocious enough to send one drake running. The mob eyed her with caution, knowing full well the power of a Guardian.

"Back off, you've done plenty."

"Heh, leave it to the Wind Guardian to come save the short-ass." The green drake laughed at his own comment. "I figured you'd be busy sucking off half the city."

"I let you go last time you got arrested. Go, before I throw you back in that cell." Kara kept her eyes on the big drakes, using a back claw to snap the collar off the injured dragon. "You okay there, little one?"

"I... yeah..." Pollard slowly found his energy start to flow though his body. He dropped the accent, letting out his natural soft southern twang. "Thanks Miss."

"It's Missus, but we'll deal with that later. Keep your head down."

"While I appreciate it, I have a business to run. If you're standing up for that whelp, then you're just as horrible as that black cunt that locked me up in the first place. " The drake smirked. "We'll deal with our runaway later. Boys, let's rough up these idiots."

"Boys?"

The drake's three companions collapsed, long gashes running along their bodies. They couldn't have anticipated the speed of the Wind Guardian, knocking them out of the fight before they even began. The drake growled in anger, glaring daggers at the white dragoness.

"Rex Tyran, your gang ends here."

The drake roared and charged Kara, sharpened axe attached to his tail. He swung it, only for the female to dodge it. She countered with a headbutt to the hip, staggering him.

Kara dodged his attacks with ease, predicting each move and counting with a successful bite or smack. Her white scales gleamed In the sunset, tarnished only by two scales on her shoulder; black and orange. Pollard found himself admiring the Guardian, as she toyed with the much larger drake.

Rex tired quickly, too reliant on heavy attacks to develop any stamina. A swipe of a white tail toppled him. One final punch knocked him out.

"It's always the cheap shots that can't back it up in combat." Kara sighed, almost wishing she had an actual challenge. "I'm sure you'd be able to beat him fair had he not used that collar."

"Um, yeah... it might take me a bit longer, but I would've been able to hold my own. Thanks for stepping in, Guardian." Pollard walked over to the unconscious Rex, setting a business card on his muzzle. "That collar was nasty. They're supposed to be for intimate uses, not trying to murder someone."

"Heh, I know a few dragons that pull off collars really well. And call me Kara." The white 'ness smiled politely. "I'm glad I got here when I did. We don't need our new vacation guy getting wiped out before we see what he's offering."

"Very true. Don't want my kobolds finding out and looking for a new dragon just yet." The purple drake sighed as he looked at his destroyed stand. "What was the anger about earlier? You looked like you saw a ghost."

"Oh, yeah... that." Kara shook herself, trying not to thing back too much. "Had a rough childhood. My village got destroyed when Fire Guardian Rift and I were little. We were on our own for many years, and had many run-ins with apes. When I saw you in that predicament, it brought me back to a time Rift was in the same situation, when I didn't step in and help him. I couldn't let that happen again."

"I'm sorry about that." Pollard gave her a hug, before pulling back in a small panic, remembering her high status. "At the very least, let me thank you for saving me. My spa is a couple weeks away from officially opening. Why don't you come down tomorrow for the weekend, free of charge."

"Oh my, so forward." The dragoness giggled. "Only known me for a few minutes and already making moves. Keep at it, and you might just get somewhere."

"I- umm... I..." The purple dragon blushed, not intending to come off as flirty. He reached over to the remains of his stand, pulling out a map, handing it to her. "I-I best head back and get some rest, these wounds won't heal themselves. I'll tell one of the guards about what happened so they can lock up those guys. See you tomorrow?"

"Sounds like a date. " Kara kissed his cheek, swaying her hips as she walked away. "See you soon, Cutie."

Wait, what the? Pollard blinked, noticing the slit of the Wind Guardian. Normally he wouldn't look, but something shiny caught his eye for just a second. She wouldn't have... would she?

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"Move, move, move! Triple-time!"

Pollard rushed around, his kobolds yipping in panic. With Kara coming over today, they had several days of work to complete in only a few hours. She may have been interested mostly in him, but he still wanted to impress her with his spa. She'd be his first visitor, a Guardian no less.

"Master, which treatment package will we provide her?"

The young drake paused. Which package? I haven't even finalized that. Crap, there's so much to do, I'm running out of time. "All of it! Treat her like a queen!"

The questioning kobold jumped back, surprised at the panic in Pollard's voice. He was normally so shy and proper. The last time he'd acted like this was when another dragoness... Oh, that explains it!

"Shall we get the Lover's Retreat room stocked for you?"

"Yeah, sure, whatev-" Pollard paused, the question sinking in. He paled and stuttered. "I-i don't t-think that'll b-be necessary..."

"Oh, that sounds fun!"

All the kobolds froze, staring in admiration at the gorgeous white dragoness landing in front of them. She bowed, smiling as they all did the same. She turned to the purple drake, smirking at the horrified look on his face.

"I like the sound of that room. It sounds a bit different from my usual cave."

"M-Master Kara! Please forgive me! We're still finishing things up!" The young male whimpered, unprepared for her early arrival. "I um... Kobblor! Please take Guardian Kara to the dining cabin and make her a tea please. I need a few minutes to freshen up."

"Gweh?" A small pink kobold skittered up to the white dragoness and yipped, earning a head pat from the Wind Guardian. "Dis way please."

Pollard couldn't resist the temptation, looking back at Kara, her tail lifted high, confirming his previous suspicion. There was indeed something shiny there, and he felt a twinge of arousal. He gulped and dashed to his cave, looking for some scale polish and some food for his guest.

"I always find the pretty ones..."

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"Sorry for the delay, I needed to help prepare some snacks." The purple drake stepped into the comfortable dining room, the pink kobold skittering out. It was its own log cabin, complete with an ape-pelt rug and fireplace.

"It's no worry, the silly thing was telling me some stories about your encounters with dragons In the past." Kara smirked and winked at him. "Including Whispa, numerous times. Can't say I'm surprised, she's got a thing for timid guys."

Pollard stared in shock. He'd have to give Kobblor a lecture about privacy. His thoughts drifted to the grey and cyan dragoness Kara mentioned. That dastardly she-demon liked causing trouble.

"Y-yeah... it normally starts with a dispute, then a battle, and then an exchange of gold and some mating. How do you know her?."

"Common interests." The Wind Guardian smiled. "Rift accidentally passed out in her cave and took off when he woke up and saw her there. She ran into my other mate and I in Warfang and we lured him in. She ate me out, fucked both my mates, and then swore to come back sometime."

To be fair, you do look quite delicious... Pollard shook himself. "Just be careful with that one, she can be just as violent in combat as she is in the nest." He took a seat at the table. "Anyway, why don't we have some snacks?"

With a wave of a paw, several Kobolds, dressed in chef coats and hats, made their way out into the dining cabin. They had varieties of drinks and food, setting it all out like a buffet. Kara stared in awe, and Pollard grinned proudly.

"Can't give the Guardian of Wind anything besides the best."

Kara's eyes danced around the sheer variety, plotting her approach. There was ham, turkey, venison, roast beef, salami, cheese?. She grabbed a cube, her eyes locking onto one of the kobolds, orange in color. She threw it with substantial force.

*Crash!*

"OWIE!"

The Wind Guardian gasped in horror at her actions. The kobold had been knocked clean off their paws, and a small lump had formed where the cube had hit. She dashed over and kissed the wound.

"I'm so sorry little guy! Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

The kobold thought for a moment.

"Hmm... two things: Don't do that again, and I want a pretty rock next time you visit."

Kara blinked, unfamiliar with kobolds and their fascination with eating and admiring rocks. The look on the creature's face was unwaivering, confirming that they were serious. She closed her eyes and smiled.

"Agreed. I'll find you a very pretty rock."

The kobold yipped and wagged their tail. Content with the Guardian's apology, they made their way out of the building, along with the other kobolds.

"You alright?" Pollard watched the dragoness climb back on her chair, blushing as she tried to push down her embarrassment. "What was that about?"

"Force of habit..." Kara hung her head. "Sithris, my other mate, and I, have a game we play. Rift has a super ridiculous obsession with cheese, so we made a game out of it. We sneak up on him and pelt cubes of the stuff at him. Whoever actually hits him without him eating it gets to top that night. So far, neither of us have managed to do it, seems to be the one thing Rift is good at catching. I think seeing the cheese and an orange lizard set me on autopilot."

"Hmm... indeed..." The purple drake's mind hung on one specific part of her explanation. He felt a tingle in his loins. "So, who normally tops?" Shit, did I really just ask that?

"That's a tough one." The dragoness wrapped some salami around a cube of mozzarella and tossed it in her maw. "Rift isn't really in that debate much, he's mostly a sub in the nest. Sithy and I are about 40/40, with Rift topping the other twenty percent. After a long day of dealing with politics and beating up assholes, he tends to prefer the firm dicks of his husband and the domineering vent of his wife."

"I'm envious." Pollard stated sadly, before realizing Kara was grinning at him. "I-i-i mean, l-lucky him, to h-have such sexy- I mean s-supportive mates."

"Heh, you're a cute little guy, aren't you?" The female stepped down and walked over to the beet red-faced male. "You actually really remind me of Rift, an alternate him at least, had our home not been destroyed when we were little. You have that knowing innocence about you, so small and shy, but know so much more than you let on. I can even smell your shared taste for a strong woman."

"I-I-i have n-no idea what you're talking about." The young drake's face flushed, taking on a red hue. He felt a stirring in his loins and looked at it. "No! Stay down! We're supposed to be proper hosts!"

Kara bit her lower lip, wrapping her tail around Pollard's chair leg. With little effort, she lifted it, flipping the chair, and the male over. She grinned mischievously. "You are supposed to be a proper host. So maybe you should spread those legs and treat me to something tasty."

"I... yes ma'am..." With a stunned acceptance, Pollard wiggled off of the chair, and spread his legs. His light colored thighs opened, revealing a parted slit, and a growing shaft.

"Hmm, not bad Cutie." Kara grinned at his gasp as she nuzzled the member, coaxing out the rest of the appendage to admire it. It was a fleshy pink, a spaded tip, ridged shaft, and thick knot. It was only just over half the length of Rift's, but her mate was large even for males several times his size. The thickness had her drooling. The shaft was about as thick as her orange mate, but the knot looked a tad bigger.

I swear to the ancestors, I'm gonna waterboard him with that thing.

She gave him a testing lick, appreciating the clean, but masculine taste. He washed well. He was prepared for this... Another lick, one to the tip, and she opened wide. Her mouth bulged at the girth, knot just manageable enough to fit her maw around.

Pollard felt overwhelmed with the feeling of warmth around his member. Her bobs were slow and gentle, calculated with the intent of providing him bliss. Whispa was a rough tumble In the nest; Kara was a passionate lover with a hint of dominance.

"Mmmmm..." The Wind Guardian ran her tongue around the organ, feeling the smooth length on top, and the ridges on the underside. She could feel her hind dripping, already imagining being stretched and filled. Her mind wandered, not realizing her tongue was pushing behind the knot, slipping into his slit.

Her senses snapped back to reality when a pair of paws grabbed her horns, holding her tightly to Pollard's vent. He roared out, dumping many pulses of his seed down her throat. He shivered, whimpering at his quick finish. His paws released, and he gave her an apologetic smile.

"Sorry about that, my slit is a hair trigger for me. It's useful when I need some quick relief, but it can be a bit too sensitive sometimes. I promise I'll recharge quickly though."

Kara took in his words, tongue swirling some of his seed in her maw to savor the taste. Very nice, I'll have to get more later. She winked, licking his shaft clean and using her tail to spin him around. She stepped over him, revealing a secret she'd been hiding for months.

"You can make it up to me, I'm sure. You gave me something tasty, so let me do the same for you."

Pollard stared in awe. The Guardian of Wind, one of the most powerful figures in Warfang, was bearing it all above him. Her white belly scutes parted to reveal the pink flesh within, and the blue gem nestled at the top confirmed his previous suspicions.

"Y-you got pierced down there?"

"I did..." Kara lifted her head and smirked smugly. "Got it done right after laying my egg. It's unused too. I wanted to be sure I was fully healed with it, so I've been without some fun since I became gravid. Was planning to surprise Rift with it, but I think it'd be more fun if he found out licking me clean of a purple dragon."

"Purple dra..." The male realized what she meant. He opened his maw, her juices liberally dripping onto his tongue. It was the taste of a female that's been needing relief for way too long. "Ancestors, if this is how I go out; worth it."

His front paws lifted, rubbing her pearl hips to ease her down. He mewed In appreciation as the female above him lowered just off of his maw. More wetness dripped from her folds, coating him in her addicting scent.

Pollard nuzzled the slick lips, keeping away from the shimmering stone at the peak. The folds quivered at his touch, and he could hear the soft whimpers above him. A curious flick of his tongue contacted the gem.

"Hnnnuh!"

The male squeaked as Kara convulsed and gushed her juices, catching him off guard. She trembled and tensed, unprepared for her first orgasm in months. Another lick brought out a howl, and she collapsed onto the purple drake.

"Muhh... more..."

Pollard went to work. He lathered her vent up and down, soaking her with a mix of her own essence and his saliva. She cried in pleasure, each lick to her clit rolling her orgasms into each other. Suddenly, he pulled his tongue away.

"Whhh, why'd you stahhhhhhp!"

She wasn't prepared for his appendage to plunge inside her cavern, his finger pad rubbing around her shiny clit. The Guardian was lost in the rolling peaks, her juices flowing like a river directly into her assailant's eager maw. She felt full for the first time since she'd carried her egg.

The purple drake had happily surrendered to his primal desires. He was exploring her vent, testing how stretchy she was. To his surprise, she was very tight for a mother, the only giveaway being the bit of flesh that peaked out of her scales of her slit. He debated breaching her internal barrier, but decided against it. With how pent up he was already feeling, his seed wouldn't need help.

The two continued for several minutes, with the white dragoness a trembling mess, and Pollard baptized in her juices. When the peaks finally became too much, Kara's tail wrapped around his neck, and she flipped onto her back, passing out. Her vent was still gushing, bright red from the activity.

Pollard laid in the pool he'd been drenched with, panting and trying to regain some air. He looked over at the sleeping female. She was still trembling, but her face gave away her peaceful comfort. He chuckled softly.

"Guess she'll need a bit to recover. Let's see if I can get her in bed..."

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"You've done very well for someone that fights over territory." Kara dipped her snout into her bowl, slurping up some noodles. She was still waking up, and her muscles ached. Her nethers still dripped in need, but her mind was distracted by a warm meal.

"You accumulate so much that it no longer becomes comfortable to lay on." The purple male replied. His own bowl was almost full, busy taking in the image of the dragoness before him. "I figured I may as well do something with it. I can make more money with this spa, and meet pretty dragons at the same time."

"Heh, flattery will get you everywhere with me." The female winked, nibbling another mouthful of pasta. "I'm gonna be back next weekend with my mates. Maybe you can give them the same treatment."

"O-oh... umm... I guess I don't mind." Purple scales flushed. "I don't lean a particular way, fun is fun..."

"An even better idea!" Kara jumped up and giggled, turning her head and flicking her piercing with her tail. "I was gonna finally surprise Rift with this In a few days. But I think it'll be more fun to save it for when we come back, and give him a creamy treat instead."

"Creamy treat?" Pollard tilted his head in confusion. "You mean like whipped cream? I could get my kobolds working on that. Or do you mean cream cheese? I know he's popular at the dairy shops."

"A different kind of cream." The Wind Guardian licked her lips seductively. She pounced on him, rubbing her hips against his. "Let's practice making some."

The purple drake gasped, slit immediately feeling tight. His shaft quickly rose out, a bead of his seed sitting on the tip. He almost wanted to cover his face, to hide just how much he was enjoying himself. His mind stopped him though, thinking she'd just pin his paws down. Not that he'd mind; he liked a woman who knows what she wants.

Kara gasped as her clit grazed the ridges on his shaft. Her vent clenched at the jolt of stimulation. She mumbled softly, pressing her front paws on his chest. With some loud whimpers, she rubbed her vent along the entire length of his shaft; each pass leaving both organs growing increasingly slick with their mixed fluids.

White underbellies gave way to flushed flesh, nethers heating up with a need to join together. The dragoness' bejeweled clit spasmed, eliciting a squeak from the female. Hazel eyes met blue, both dragons nodding in silent agreement. The slick vent lifted, lining itself with its prize.

"It's been way too long..." The Wind Guardian groaned, her tunnel squeezing tightly onto Pollard's tip. Her velvet walls were already working overtime to attempt to milk the intruder. She sat still for a few, enjoying her first phallic penetration in many moons.

"Agreed, much... much too long." The Purple drake groaned. He guessed his last time with Whispa was before she met Kara and her mates. He was surprised he'd managed to keep himself in check so long, with most males developing a high libido. Another clench on his tip brought his mind back to the matter at hand.

"Welcome back, stud. Do you want to feel more?" Kara grinned and wiggled her hips, sighing in satisfaction. "Or are you happy with just this?"

His eyes pleaded with her, answering the question without the need for speech. Blue tongue slipped from her maw, her head lowering to his. Just as he was about to ask what she'd planned, she took action. Her tongue darted into his maw, ravenous lips meeting his. At the same time, her hips dropped, stopping just shy of popping in that massive knot.

Pollard's eyes rolled back, submitting to the dominating kisses of Kara's tongue and two sets of lips. He took what little motion he had, gently humping into her. Their moans mixed together, her tongue slipping further down his throat.

This is probably the nicest thing I've had down my throat. Normally it's Whispa using my throat for lubing her tail. I guess this is kinda the same, but Ancestors, this is nice...

Kara wasn't one for being patient, especially with getting her vent serviced. Once she was confident her friend was ready, she began to bounce. Long strokes from the tip to the top of the knot. Each lift ground her sensitive button against his ridges, sending spasms through her whole body. She may not have been taking the lengths she was used to, but the girth was wonderful for her pierced clit and tight vent.

With a gasp, Pollard's maw was released. His eyes refocused, noticing the lustful and adoring female riding him. He was going to seed her many times over before her trip finished, but he still had to impress her the first time.

A grunt was followed by his paws grasping onto her hips. He pulled most of the way out, before matching the Guardian's movements. They moaned in sync, finding their rhythm as vent met knot. Kara mewled in response, feeling her vent slowly stretch to feed her desire.

Pollard tensed for a moment, knowing that a lock would be the end of their first round. He already felt himself nearing his peak. One look at the dragoness before him however, reassured that the night would still be very young. He gave her a nod, letting her know to act.

Kara held him down, making sure to put her weight into dropping onto him. Her vent strained, reminding her of her first time with Rift. It was a burn that drove her more and more desperate. She needed it inside her fully.

*Pop!*

With a triumphant squeal, Kara's vent kissed Pollard's, knot locked within. The roar of her companion mixed with the jetting pulses of seed, quenched the burning sensation. At the same time, the combined effects of his knot pressed against her g-spot, and his nether lips against her clit. She fell silent, eyes going wide.

Pollard wasn't expecting her to go into frantic convulsions. He was about to panic, to see if she was alright. A strange new sensation caught his attention. She was squirting, so intensely and so much that it was forming a pool where their hips met. The thought of bringing her to such peaks set him off again. After several minutes of their mutual peaks, their eyes fell heavy, exhaustion reaching them.

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"They look really gweht!" Kobblor beamed with pride. She'd been happy to serve as Kara's personal caretaker for the remainder of the stay. Upon discovering her master passed out with the Guardian, she prepared a nice bath, polished poth of their scales, and prepared a feast.

Both dragons were very appreciative, with Kara looking down at her freshly painted nails. They sparkled a deep purple, matching Pollard's scales almost perfectly. She'd have to bring the Kobold something nice as thanks next time.

The rest of the night and most of the next day was taken up by more mating. Kara took Pollard's "quick recharge" to heart, the two rutting near non-stop. By the time the white dragoness was due to start heading off, both were walking funny; Kara having his knot in her non-stop, and Pollard's rear being stretched by her tail.

"I suppose I should be heading home..." The Wind Guardian sighed in slight disappointment. A smile slowly formed, remembering her plans for next weekend. She paused, reaching down. Her folds were still soaked from multiple rounds of fun. With a quick flick of her claws. She removed her piercing. "I've got a few of these, so you can keep this one. Think of it as a memento and trophy. I haven't had this much fun in a very long time."

"I um... thanks?" Pollard tilted his head, taking the gold and turquoise stud. "It's certainly an odd thing, but I'll definitely remember this weekend whenever I see it. So... next weekend is still good?"

"Let me think about that..." Kara tapped her chin, giggling softly before pecking his nose. "Without question." She spun around and waved at all the Kobolds watching her, before taking flight.

"See you around... Cutie."

To be continued...