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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.

"Master Pollard?"

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 her vent met his 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.

"Um, Master Pollard?"

*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.

"MASTER POLLARD, WAKE UP!"

A flower pot rocked from its ledge, tipping over and crashing into the purple dragon below. He yelped in pain, quickly lifting a paw to rub the spot on his head. Not realizing where he was, he bashed the same spot on the edge of the ledge, drawing a howl of agony from his maw.

Hoping to protect himself from more pain, he laid his head back on his soft cushions, curling his wings over as a shield. He sniffed, several tears falling from his eyes at the sudden jolts. He trembled, waiting several minutes before he felt brave enough to relax.

"Dammit, that was a Lava Fern from Munitions Forge. That's gonna cost at least 1500 gold for another one..." The small drake looked at the pink kobold at the door. "You better have a good reason for waking me or I'm sending you to Whispa."

"Gweh? I didn't mean for that to happen, Master!" The bipedal lizard held up their hands defensively. "You told me to wake you up at Ten to prepare for Lady Kara. She's actually just landed."

"Kara? Oh crap!" He jumped up, noticing a puddle of white where his slit was. "I need a few minutes to clean up."

"Clean later, fuck now!"

Pollard's eyes shot up as the dragoness in question barged in, shoved the kobold out, and slammed the door shut. He stammered for a moment, opening his maw just as Kara shoved hers against his.

Tongues tangled as the desperate dragoness shoved him on his back. His girthy member quickly slid out, poking against the turquoise gem above her pink flesh. Her folds dripped liberally, lubing up the shaft just by the passion of the kiss.

Kara groaned as she gently eased down onto him. Her tight walls squeezed tightly. She whimpered into his maw, rolling her hips to work him further inside.

What was supposed to be only a week between her returning turned into a month when a trade dispute over cheese had broken out. The Realms' entire stockpile had been wiped out, forcing her and the other Guardians to implement restrictions on how much one could consume. One dragon in particular took it harshly.

That chaos left her needs unfulfilled. Her previous visit to Pollard was her first mating since before she laid her egg. He had the same girth as one of her mates, but traded extra length for much more productivity. She knew first hand that he would be perfect for a very... "relaxing" time.

Several minutes passed before she finally broke the kiss with an unrestrained moan as the final ridge on the underside of his cock pushed in, leaving only the knot left. Her tunnel quivered, begging for more. With a whimper, she lifted herself up, before dropping back down.

"I need it. I need to feel full. Fucking let loose!"

The blue eyes of the purple dragon clenched, terrified of what his partner would do if he denied her wishes. He thrusted his hips, meeting hers in the middle as the massive knot slowly sunk deeper and deeper.

*Pop!*

"Ancestors, yes!"

Kara screamed in joy as the knotting pushed her past her peak, the addition of his seed gushing into her only prolonging it. She continued humping, each pulse of seed growing her belly even more. By the time they were done, she looked near ready to lay another egg.

Pollard shivered, the sight of the well-rounded belly of the dragoness pushing him to another mind-shattering orgasm. He roared in pleasure, before pulling her back into another kiss. The female in his lap couldn't hold anymore, his seed pushing past his knot and staining their laps, in addition to the dragoness' juices exploding onto him.

They panted, Kara collapsing onto him as they struggled to catch their breath. The purple drake could see her half-lidded eyes, exhaustion and desire lingering inside them. She had ulterior motives besides just a good fuck, all of which he was more than happy to help with. But for now, he was content with a quick romp.

---

"Hah... hah... you're getting so good at that my boi." A black dragon with goggles on his forehead smirked, rubbing the rounded belly of his husband. "You've become such a good little butt slut. To think the Guardian of Fire can take two up there now."

"So full... it feels like my body wants to explode." Rift groaned, the sheer volume of seed pumped into him resulting in a slight ache in his belly. His belly plates were stretched, pink flesh poking out between them. "Ancestors, Sithy; you must've been pent up!"

Sithris rolled his hips teasingly, eliciting a yelp from the smaller drake. Both silver shafts stayed locked tight within the orange male's tailhole. This was his first attempt using both members in one hole, and the tight pleasure was easily keeping them firm and tied.

"Well, with Kara being so hesitant after Neala's egg was laid, and you making constant trips to breed Whispa; you can't fault me for not having a chance to get relief." The electric dragon pulled his mate into a gentle kiss. "I don't exactly like people, so when Cynder agreed to watch Neala for us, I figured I may as well make the most of it. We have a few hours to spare before we go to that spa resort thingy."

"Ugh... let me guess..." The orange drake looked past his belly, noting the lake of seed from his own spent shaft, one that was growing erect once again. "Enough time for several more rounds?"

"Exactly!" The shit-eating grin Sithris gave Rift unsettled him. "I've got to make sure you remember your place as my little Pest."

---

"Wait, he actually agreed to it?" Pollard dropped the cube of cheese from his maw. A pink kobold quickly dashed over and caught it, placing it back on his claw. "Master Rift; who single-handedly ate the Realms into a cheese shortage, agreed to restrictions on himself?"

"Yeah huh!" The white dragoness sat across from him, taking a bite of some fresh turkey. Her tail wagged happily, her mind completely ignoring the seed that'd been pooling below her from their fun earlier. "Only for a couple months, but we did manage to find him something else to snack on. The best part; they're so full of sugar that he can't stomach more than a couple a day!"

Just then, the doors to the dining area opened. Several kobolds yipped in excitement as they placed a tray on the table. Pollard smiled and gave them each a gold coin, while Kara placed a kiss on the top of their heads.

"They're called Cinnamon Rolls! Try one!" Kara gleamed happily, enjoying the familiar scent of the cinnamon pastry covered in sweet glaze. "They're really convenient too. You can get them in tubes and fire dragons can cook them with their breath with enough skill."

"Hmm..." The purple male took a nibble, eyes widening as the flavor exploded in his mouth. "Ancestors, you weren't joking. I'm adding these to the breakfast menu. Two days until I open the spa to the public."

"Oh, right, I forgot you were holding off until I came back, right?" The Wind Guardian blushed. "I'm sorry about that. I'm here now, and my mates should be here within a few hours."

"Won't they be surprised." A tiny smile appeared on Pollard's face. His thick shaft started slipping from his slit. "You wanted to see how long it would take for Rift to find out about your piercing, and you and I fooling around. Why don't we give him some hints."

"I think that can be arranged."

"Master, we have a dragon heading this way!" A kobold burst through the door, panting. "Estimated time is three minutes!"

"A single dragon?" The purple drake jumped up from the table. He dashed out of the eating cabin and into his personal quarters, looking intently at his calendar. He didn't have to look behind himself to know that Kara was behind him.

"I don't think it's Whispa. Our next dispute is next Tuesday." He sighed in relief, body slumping over. "So it's probably just a passing dragon."

"The kobolds can deal with that then. How about I take care of that meaty shaft of yours." The white dragoness winked, motioning to the appendage hanging from Pollard's slit. "A quickie should- mmrf!"

Kara was a bit surprised when her maw was suddenly hilted with pink flesh. Her initial instinct was to gag and pull away, but the purple paws around her horns kept her firmly in place. After a brief struggle, she reserved herself to relax and suck on the girthy member.

"That's it... good girl..." Pollard groaned as he leaned his head back. He loved how this dragoness could be so dominant one minute, and then bend to his will the next. "If you make it quick enough, you'll get a treat."

---

"And this is our massage room. Every dragon customer will get a near full-body massage by a group of five kobolds." A pink kobold chirped excitedly. "We do a half hour complimentary, and a second half hour if you stay more than one day."

"Hmm... interesting..." Sithris tapped his chin with a claw. He wasn't very focused on the information, eyes focused on the wide hips of the pink lizard. He knew of the small critters from his childhood lectures, but they skipped over just how eye-catching they were.

"Did you want anything to snack on Mr. Agon? We have pastries and meats and cheeses, and lots of desserts!" The Kobold turned to look at the drake, a blush on her face as she noticed him staring at her. "I can get you anything you want."

"You don't need to go anywhere, Ms. Kobblor. I'm hungry for some thighs, and maybe more than that..." The electric dragon motioned to one of the massage tables, hopping up and spreading his legs. His twin spires stood proudly to the smaller lizard. "I'd like a special massage, one with a happy ending. Think you can do that?"

"Gw-gweh?" Kobblor sputtered, drool dripping from her little mouth at the sight of a magnificent beast. She felt her body heat up, her vent slickening. "Y-yes sir!"

---

"Enough of this egg bullshit!" An angry snarl came from the Fire Guardian's maw. He glared daggers at his opponent, and the fragile egg in their clutches. "Give the mother back the egg before I hard-boil your ass."

The green dragoness stood behind Rift, hoping the egg thief would return her child without a fight. Unfortunately, it was not to be. The blue-cloaked figure simply taunted them, spinning around and taking off.

Rift groaned and chased after the creature. He wanted to be back with his mates and trying to relax. He told Sithris to go on ahead when the dragoness he was now helping begged for him to save her egg. He knew stories of the infamous Egg Thief. Dozens of hatchlings had been abducted by the cloaked figure.

He knew a simple fireball would've roasted the being, but he needed to be close enough to catch the egg before it cracked. The constant "nahnanahnanah" was pushing him mentally over his limits. With an angry yell, he found a burst of speed, catching up to the thief.

A puff of flame, it was over. The creator vanished, the cloak falling to the ground. Rift caught the egg, spreading his wings to slow him down. He gently set the egg down before panting heavily.

"Thank you so much Master Rift!" The dragoness ran up and gave him a massive hug, before grabbing her egg. "I was terrified my child would be gone forever. Is there anything, or any way I can repay you?"

"It's nothing ma'am, I just wanted your egg to grow up with a mother." The orange drake shook that out of his mind, not wanting that tinge of jealousy. "Just be the best mother you can be for it."

"I can do that. And my offer still stands; I wouldn't mind thanking you should you want it." The female spun around, bending over to reveal her slicked vent. "Anyways, I'm over in Troutdale if you change your mind."

Rift's face darkened at the offer and sight, thankful the dragoness was already gone. He looked down, feeling his twitching member begging him to chase her down. Shaking his head, he sighed.

"Shame on me for almost taking that."

---

"Guh... gwe... gweh..." Soft plaps emanated from the massage room. Kobblor's tongue flopped limply as her hips barely held together, her abdomen bulging greatly from the silver shaft thrusting within.

"Hngh... that's it... moan for me..." Sithris grunted, eyes clenched from the sheer tightness around his member. The twin shaft stood erect, rubbing against the smaller lizard's clit.

There was no resistance when the electric dragon ordered the kobold to impale herself on one dick. She was lust-drunk the moment she started to massage the proud spires. The only struggle was trying to sink that knot inside.

"They said the new arrival would b-" Pollard opened the door and paused. Of all the kobolds he expected to see taking a dragon, it was not Kobblor. While she was always willing to serve, she'd always blushed and ran off when he'd offer her pleasure. Behind Pollard, Kara simply smirked. Her silver-tongued mate had once again lived up to the namesake.

"Master Pollard and Master Kara?" Kobblor panicked. The shock left her unstable on the spire, allowing for Sithris to use more force. The knot plunged in, locking her tightness around the stiff flesh.

"Unhh, fuck... so good." Sithris growled, passing his limits as the shaft inside blasted into the Kobold. The shaft outside throbbed pleadingly, but was left untouched. He was sure he'd sort that out later.

Kobblor screamed as a massive orgasm slammed into her. She clenched harshly around the member within, her juices squirting into a grand puddle that defied logic. She trembled and mumbled, before passing out.

"Already trying the accommodations, Hun?" Kara giggled, tail wagging at the tired and worn eyes of her mate opened partially. "This is Pollard, he's the owner of this place."

"I see, pleasure to meet you." Sithris nodded his head at the purple drake. "I figured since you were getting it on with my mate, I may as well get comfortable. I'm not one to pass up an opportunity for some fun."

"You knew?" Pollard gulped at first, before relaxing when he realized there was no hostility. "We've gone a few rounds now. Kara wants to see how long it takes for Master Rift to find out."

"Considering he still hasn't even noticed her piercing, nor has he even tried courting her since she had Neala, I think you'll have to be pretty obvious for him to pick it up." Sithris snickered, popping out of the snoozing kobold and gently laying her down. "I had to shove my cocks down his throat earlier before he realized what I wanted. By the way, Kara, he can take both in his ass now."

"Oooh, what a good boy." The Wind Guardian wiggled, picturing the image in her mind. "He's come a long way since I tried to slide my tail in. I just love how into it he gets."

"Tailhole, huh?" Pollard felt his loins tingle. "I don't suppose I could have a go?"

"That depends on you." Sithris stood up, twin shafts still hanging from his slit, as he walked over and stood tall above the small drake. "Are you willing to take what you're given?"

Thoughts of the black drake on top flickered in Pollard's mind for a moment, just enough for his shaft to spill from its vent. He shook himself. He was a pure top when it came to males... right?

"Alright, alright. Got it. His butt belongs to you two. Though if he finds out what we've been doing, I want his slit."

"I think that can be arranged." The electric drake turned to Kara, grabbing her rear in his paws. He spread the cheeks, getting a good look at the dripping cream from her vent, and the cum-coated turquoise piercing over her clit. "Tch tch tch, I always tell you to let me know about these things so I can join you."

"Yhn- yes Sithy." Kara shivered as her mate pulled her head back by a horn and nudged her tail out of the way. The unused shaft from earlier was rubbing against her slit.

"I thank you for the lubricant. Makes tailholes much easier." With the member coated in the purple drake's seed, Sithris realigned with Kara's rear, and pressed in. He smirked at her heated whine, feeling his shaft slip to the hilt with ease. Rift wasn't the only one that he'd been training.

"As much as I'd like to hop in on this, I need a bit of a recharge. I'll go wait out front for Master Rift. Feel free to take as long as you need." Pollard quickly dashed out the door and huffed at his erection. Seeing the Wind Guardian in that position was perfectly understandable for getting him aroused. The issue was that flicker of curiosity of wanting to be in her place.

---

"Ah! Master Rift! It's been too long." Pollard beamed as the orange male landed in front of him. They were about the same height, though the Guardian was much stockier. He also looked a tad softer too. Considering he put the Realms through a cheese shortage, I guess it makes sense.

"It's been a while, Pollard. How's business?" Rift yowled softly and stretched out like a cat. He could tell with a faint blush that the spa owner was admiring his curves. "It seems pretty quiet."

"Oh, um..." The purple dragon gulped as several kobolds stared gathering around the Guardian. "It's actually opening in a few days. Master Kara was helping to... break it in..."

"New dwagon!" A small kobold yapped, causing more and more to join, as they all circled Rift and got on their knees. They were chanting in their own language as they began praying to him. Rift was looking horrified and aggravated at the same time.

"Run along guys, not everyone likes being a god." Pollard waved them off, seeing the visible relief on his visitor. "Sorry about that. I'm hoping they'll be numbed to new dragons in time. Sithris and Kara are a bit preoccupied at the moment, can I show you around?"

"Sure, after you cut the crap." Rift's face changed from calm to Intense. "Those are my mates. You radiate Kara's scent. I'm not as dense as people think."

The purple drake paled. He was well aware of what the Fire Guardian could do if he got mad. Fierce blue eyes locked with his own.

"You don't have to hide it, it was mutual polygamy. Those two want to fuck other dragons, it's fine as long as they come back to me. Hell, I'm slowly getting dragged into it as well." The Guardian picked up Kara and Sithris' scent. "This isn't really just a spa weekend, is it?"

"No, no it's not..." Pollard sighed in admittance. "Kara had a surprise for you and felt this was the perfect way for you to find out about it."

"Doesn't surprise me. She offered me up as a sex toy for Cynder for a bet. It's maddening how much restraint it takes to reject sex with that." Rift sat down, his large member slipping from his slit. "She means well, but God, she's alot sometimes."

"Oh am I?" Kara sauntered over, Sithris grinning as he tailed behind. She grabbed Rift and shoved her tongue in his maw, Pollard's flavor flooding into him. An evil giggle escaped her as she pulled away.

A whimper escaped Rift's maw; confusion about whether to feel annoyed by Kara's antics, or to give into the building desires. Not helping was the seed still leaking from his sore tailhole, a result from his and Sithris' mating before the flight over. He unconsciously stood up, moving towards Kara.

His eyes focused on her flank, licking his lips. He nudged at her tail, trying to get a good look at the slit he'd been denied for several months. Unfortunately, Kara quickly pulled her tail down tightly. He whined as she smirked and shook her head.

"Sorry honey; you'll get it soon, just not yet."

The fire dragon huffed and flopped, pouting as his shaft started retreating. It'd been months since he was deep in a dragoness. Sure, Sithris had been training his tailhole, but it wasn't the same. As soon as their spa trip was finished, he's pinning her down and breeding her.

"Hey, I'll have no depression at my spa." Pollard let out a low rumble, and a kobold ran out, a large silver platter in its paws. The purple male took it and set it next to the Guardian. "I pulled some strings and had some ready for you."

Rift's eyes widened. Here were multiple types of cheese literally handed to him on a silver platter. He jumped to his paws and immediately started chewing on the many cubes. He growled his approval, tail wagging wildly.

Pollard smirked at the wonderful view of Rift's exposed slit and slightly gaped and leaking rear.

Worth it.

---

Rift awoke the next morning in a clouded haze. Normally, he'd sleep well snuggled around his mates and keeping them warm, but they left in the middle of the night. He was on his own, strange scents keeping him restless and aroused.

He laid in the comfy pillow pit for about thirty minutes, before sighing and standing up. A strained growl escaped as he stretched his back, joints popping in the process. A slow walk to the other side of the room brought him to a pot of coffee. With a blast of fire breath for heat, it was to his liking. He poured it into a cup before slowly gulping at it.

With the coffee taking effect, he became aware of the uncomfortable silence. He'd expected to hear at least the pitter patter of kobold feet, but there was nothing. His heart rate increased, panic building. The last time his surroundings were so quiet, his village...

"NO! Calm down Rift. If anything had come up, they'd call for you..." He lifted a claw and touched two scales on his shoulder; one black, one white. "They're probably just out having an orgy."

Stepping out of the room, the halls were just as quiet, and even more dark. The only light was distant, the exit of the lodge. He slowly stepped carefully, minding not to trip on anything, when a thought came to him. The final door was Pollard's private suite. He knocked first; no answer. With a sigh, he slowly opened the door, and his suspicion was confirmed.

They were indeed just having an orgy.

Pollard panted softly, hips gently plapping against Kara's hips. Something shiny would come into view for a split moment, too quick to figure out. The purple male looked a bit worn out, confirming that this had been going on for quite a long while.

Sithris was on his back, eyes closed. His bottom shaft was bottomed out in Kara's maw. The top member was sitting on her nose. The silver tongue lolled out and he had a firm grip on the female's horns.

For Kara, her eyes were glazed over in pleasure. Both dried and wet seed clung to her scales and soft whimpers escaped with each thrust of the males taking her. The appearance of the orange dragon did little to distract her. She simply looked at his surprised gasp, and smirked, before increasing her pace.

Rift said nothing and quietly sat on his hind, watching with growing arousal. Sithris getting oral from Kara or himself was very standard, the black male was quite fond of oral.

Pollard confused him. He couldn't deny that he agreed with Kara's previous comments about the two fire dragons being alike in personality. He did however see the younger drake more of a bottom. The confidence emanating from him was a shock. The glimpses of the shaft buried in his wife told him it was shorter than his own, but at least as thick. The thought of it in his vent elicited a different arousal for him. Slowly, his twelve inch girth retreated back into his slit, replaced with a heavy slickness.

Kara released a squeak, her peak hitting, bringing the males to climax as well. Sithris grunted and pulled her maw tight to his slit. A large load left a visible bulge flowing down her throat. Her squirting vent mixed with creamy cum spilling behind the thick knot plugging her vent.

The image brought a squeak from Rift's maw. Juice squirted from his own vent, no touch necessary. He trembled, pushing down the slight jealousy he felt from all three.

"Oh, hello Master Rift!" Pollard smiled politely before parting Kara's legs, and gently popping his shaft free. Seed gushed from her, but her legs collapsed before Rift could investigate the shiny object he'd seen. "I'm sorry your mates didn't return last night. They wanted a special hands-on service with me."

"Kara wanted a threesome and I wasn't gonna say no to some free head." Sithris chuckled and stood up, having also pulled away from Kara. She licked her lips and looked at Rift seductively.

"Since you're here my Pesty Boi, why not join in on this?" The black male sat beside the Fire Guardian. "I still have to fuck Kara's ass again, and Pollard would like to take your slit. Interested?"

"You've been going at it all night. Aren't you three exhausted at this point?" Rift gulped, tail curling over his soaked vent. "Surely you guys need some rest."

"I think we have one more in us." Sithris' grin only widened, nudging the nervous drake towards the other two dragons. "You didn't say no, so now you get to find out why Kara was denying us any fun for so long."

With a loud flop and the squelch of seed, Kara laid on her side, spreading her legs. The creamy substance, while coating her flesh in cloudy white, did nothing to hide the blue sparkle nestled within. Once she felt her first mate's eyes lock on, she rubbed the gem with her tail tip, shivering out a moan.

"Y- Y... Shiny..." Rift's eyes were wide in shock, drool dripping from his maw. He'd fantasized Kara with a piercing for many years, the accessory complimenting her rebellious and tomboyish personality. Months he'd been waiting. His queen was ready, and he was more than happy to oblige.

"I'm glad you like it. It felt so good when Pollard helped me break it in." Kara grinned as her husband slowly lowered his head. "And since you're always such a good little cuck when Sithy and I play with others, why not polish it up for me."

The Fire Guardian gave the blue stud a sniff, taking in the familiar scent of his mate, and the masculinity of the purple drake eyeing him. He'd never been against eating the seed of other males, finding the act as fuel for his submissiveness, his shaft retreating to his slit. Just as his tongue was about to make contact, the other males moved in.

While Kara stayed in her spot, Rift was nudged to mirror her. Both lay on their sides, legs spread, genitals facing each other. The others positioned behind them.

Sithris smirked to Pollard, angling his unused shaft at Kara's tailhole. At the other end, Pollard's girth was slowly rubbing against Rift's tight slit. With a mutual nod, the two pushed in, shoving Kara and Rift's faces into their groins.

Rift whimpered as his wife's slick pussy overwhelmed his senses. Add in her tongue lapping at his slit, and the shaft stretching him out; his body surrendered, his pre-seed aiding in the penetration.

Kara gasped, Sithris' erect member thrusting in with little resistance thanks to the purple dragon's seed leaking down her back end. Rift's bliss was preventing any mutual oral for her, but her cum-gaped hole was taking in his muzzle. Half of that orange snout was buried, being fed the large load previously left by Pollard.

"Fugh... tight..." Pollard grunted as he pushed the majority of his shaft into the orange dragon. It was a strange sensation, the bottom male's member was erect, the thick ridges adding more texture to the sensitive tunnel. "How can you be such a sub and have a dick like that? It feels really nice to rub it in there."

Sithris rumbled in approval as the dragoness' tailhole clenched around him, snug, but not too tight. Considering their first time was through anal, her passage molded perfectly around his shaft. He smirked as he watched Kara lick at the orange drake's slit, eyes partially closed in pleasure.

"Mnhn...whungh!" Rift gasped, pulling his muzzle out from Kara when his air supply ran out. His pupils were wide, the sight of his gaped mate filling his mind with fantasies. Finally catching his breath, he set to work, tongue quickly grazing over the blue piercing.

"Ungh... fiwally..." The Wind Guardian shivered, pulling her maw away once she was confident her friend was lubricated enough to go full on at her husband. "That's the sphooot! I got that for you, make the most of it."

Make the most of it, Rift did. Lapping and running his tongue around it, making sure to clean every bit of it, and the nib it was attached to. He was feeling more adventurous, gently pulling at it between his lips, just enough to feel her clench.

Below, purple hips were bumping with his. Both males were highly productive, though Rifts body was strangely producing much more lubricant than a typical male would. Adding to the strangeness, Pollard would feel something akin to a cervix each time he hilted the submissive male. He shook his curiosity away, focusing on the tight slit, and firm ridges.

Sithris found himself as the first to finish. The long night of mating dissolved what energy he had left. With a low moan, he clamped on Kara's neck, and hilted his knot In her. His shaft erupted with one last load of seed, locked in the messy female.

Kara joined her mate in orgasmic bliss. Each spasm pushed more of Pollard's cum from her aching hole, within range of Rift's waiting maw. She squealed softly, her climax proving to be too much as she slipped into a much needed slumber.

Sithris' shaft popped free and he gave his orange mate a gentle smile. With a small grunt, he pulled Kara over. He curled up with her, joining her in a cozy sleep.

With the two males remaining, Pollard rolled his hips faster, thriving in the tight muscles around his girth and the small yips the guardian released. The submissive drake had all the sexual benefits of a kobold, but without the need to be careful.

A loud whine fled from Rift's maw, confusing the Purple male. Realization came when the tight slit tensed and the internal shaft thickened. His eyes shot open. Too much too much!

The black shaft's knot inflated, matching the size of Pollard's shaft. He found himself in a strange situation: inside another male, with that drake's knot keeping him in place. Out of options, he tried to thrust with what little give there was.

Until that shaft started pushing out of its home, and parting Pollard's own slit. By the time the tip had pushed through, the pleasure was too much. The purple drake roared as his knot locked its full size in the orange male, gushing every bit of seed into the warm insides.

The seeding was mutual, with Rift's shaft pumping all he had into the other drake's slit. He expected to feel the dominating dragon's maw on his neck. Instead, little whimpers reached his ears. He looked up with what energy he still had, finding Pollard's eyes gently shut, an embarrassed blush forming on his cheeks.

_He is like me... _

Rift licked the underside of his jaw, nuzzling him with affection as a thanks for a nice romp. Several minutes passed, and their knots shrank, allowing them to examine their soaked slits. Once their legs worked again, they joined the dragon pile, the two fire drakes keeping them warm.

Before Rift slipped into his slumber, he saw a fireplace filled with wood. With a quick fireball, the fireplace was lit. Satisfied, he laid his head on Pollard, purring as he fell asleep.

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"So his name is Abraxas?"

"Yeah huh!" Sithris nodded, watching his mates waddle up, both having sizable bellies from their romps. "He can get a supply line going for you so the spa keeps everything in stock."

"That sounds great! I was gonna send some kobolds out for supplies, but that would be much better." Pollard blushed as his eyes met Rift. They'd agreed to keep the purple drake's slit experience secret, though it did make him curious about any future meetings.

"Considering Whispa doesn't live too far off, it might be an idea to keep them out of her paws. She might take them as hers." Rift chuckled to himself. "I was gonna pop over and visit her, but after the last couple days, I wouldn't survive a night at her cave."

"Tell me about it, we like our little territorial disputes, but she can be a bit rough sometimes." Pollard gulped at the memory of their first encounter. "Anyways, I hope you guys had some fun. Feel free to pop by any time you like, no charge."

"How sweet." Kara pecked his cheek, the four nodding to each other as the trio prepared to take off. "I'm sure we'll be happy to take advantage of that."

The end?